The room was brightly lit, with all the colors of a rainbow. The
blues and green hues of the stained glass window poured down on to the red
cloaked figure kneeling in the center of the floor.
He sat there in what appeared to be prayer, his hands clasped together, and his golden head bowed. He sat over the dried bloodstain and his silent tears mingled with its pain.
Vash looked up, his limp hair, not having been washed for days, fell down his unshaven face, wet with tears. He blinked once, twice, in confusion as to why things where the way they were.
"Why.?" he whispered ever so softly to no on in particular, staring up at the white, bleached ceiling.
Suddenly his innocent confusion turned to bewildered anger.
"Why?!"
His fist hit the floor, cracking a tile.
"Why!?. Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?!"
Vash's body fell over, heaving with muffled screams and sobs.
The tears fell down onto the floor.
It felt so cold in the room. So very, very cold.
A chill ran up his spine, as he heaved once more in agony. He rose back up to his kneeling position, his red jacket making the only audible sound in the church, and began his prayer once again.
Is this my punishment? Is this what it is? He thought, his mind seeing red.
I remember, he thought bitterly, when I thought that ignorance was the worst.
I remember when I thought that it was the worst. When people would run from me in the streets. How people would say I had done these horrible things. Destroyed a city! And I always wondered if I had. If it had been me. I wondered if I had done something wrong once. To deserve this. Every night and day I wondered.
But no! Not once have I asked for anything! Not once have I disobeyed Rem's beliefs! I have done everything you told me to!
I used to think, he laughed ironically, that ignorance was the worst punishment!
But I was wrong! I was oh-so-wrong!
As he thought this, his mind focused in prayer, he could still feel the hands of Wolfwood, touching his face, his hair, his body.
He still remembered the soft looks he gave him and the jokes they shared.
He remembered the night Wolfwood had come into his room that night and sat down next to him.
"Vash." he had whispered softly, "I have something I need to tell you."
"What?" Vash had inquired softly, his mind in another world.
Wolfwood had looked away, out the window, to the stars.
"You know Vash. I've always wondered how many loves are in a mortal life."
Vash looked at him intrigued.
Suddenly Wolfwood looked back at Vash, into his green eyes and said suddenly, with a small smile on his face, "I had never known till now. I know how many my mortal life has."
To Vash's suprise, Wolfwood's lips were on his, and even more to Vash's surprise, his were kissing back.
When Wolfwood pulled away, the sweet kiss still lingering on their lips, he had made his confession.
"I love you Vash."
Vash had looked up and responded almost silently, his eyes watching Wolfwood's hands.
"I love you too."
The tears still streamed down his face and for the very first time in his life, Vash wished they were blood. He had never felt this way before and wanted to just be able to push it all away.
It scared him.
He could almost feel Wolfwood's fingers running up and down his scars, the way they would when they were alone.
It seemed like we had so little time.
Whenever he had seen the scars, a single tear would run down Wolfwood's face, from the sadness and pain he felt for Vash.
Vash's head tilted upward towards the bright ceiling.
"How many loves are there in a life?"
He sat there in what appeared to be prayer, his hands clasped together, and his golden head bowed. He sat over the dried bloodstain and his silent tears mingled with its pain.
Vash looked up, his limp hair, not having been washed for days, fell down his unshaven face, wet with tears. He blinked once, twice, in confusion as to why things where the way they were.
"Why.?" he whispered ever so softly to no on in particular, staring up at the white, bleached ceiling.
Suddenly his innocent confusion turned to bewildered anger.
"Why?!"
His fist hit the floor, cracking a tile.
"Why!?. Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?!"
Vash's body fell over, heaving with muffled screams and sobs.
The tears fell down onto the floor.
It felt so cold in the room. So very, very cold.
A chill ran up his spine, as he heaved once more in agony. He rose back up to his kneeling position, his red jacket making the only audible sound in the church, and began his prayer once again.
Is this my punishment? Is this what it is? He thought, his mind seeing red.
I remember, he thought bitterly, when I thought that ignorance was the worst.
I remember when I thought that it was the worst. When people would run from me in the streets. How people would say I had done these horrible things. Destroyed a city! And I always wondered if I had. If it had been me. I wondered if I had done something wrong once. To deserve this. Every night and day I wondered.
But no! Not once have I asked for anything! Not once have I disobeyed Rem's beliefs! I have done everything you told me to!
I used to think, he laughed ironically, that ignorance was the worst punishment!
But I was wrong! I was oh-so-wrong!
As he thought this, his mind focused in prayer, he could still feel the hands of Wolfwood, touching his face, his hair, his body.
He still remembered the soft looks he gave him and the jokes they shared.
He remembered the night Wolfwood had come into his room that night and sat down next to him.
"Vash." he had whispered softly, "I have something I need to tell you."
"What?" Vash had inquired softly, his mind in another world.
Wolfwood had looked away, out the window, to the stars.
"You know Vash. I've always wondered how many loves are in a mortal life."
Vash looked at him intrigued.
Suddenly Wolfwood looked back at Vash, into his green eyes and said suddenly, with a small smile on his face, "I had never known till now. I know how many my mortal life has."
To Vash's suprise, Wolfwood's lips were on his, and even more to Vash's surprise, his were kissing back.
When Wolfwood pulled away, the sweet kiss still lingering on their lips, he had made his confession.
"I love you Vash."
Vash had looked up and responded almost silently, his eyes watching Wolfwood's hands.
"I love you too."
The tears still streamed down his face and for the very first time in his life, Vash wished they were blood. He had never felt this way before and wanted to just be able to push it all away.
It scared him.
He could almost feel Wolfwood's fingers running up and down his scars, the way they would when they were alone.
It seemed like we had so little time.
Whenever he had seen the scars, a single tear would run down Wolfwood's face, from the sadness and pain he felt for Vash.
Vash's head tilted upward towards the bright ceiling.
"How many loves are there in a life?"
