DISCLAIMER: Ha ha! I finally own something, and no, it's not Trigun. But I
do own Skylar! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! She's mine! MINE! *ahem* Anyways, on
with Chapter Five.
Chapter Five: A Strange Visitor
Surprisingly, Knives had no trouble falling asleep that night. Maybe it was because of the absence of Vash's sleep-talking. More than likely, it was the silence that lulled him to sleep. The same silence that had loomed over the house since Vash had left.
Knives awoke, not finding himself in his room, but on a cliff with water lapping at its bottom. Thoroughly confused, he got the biggest shock of all when he turned to look behind him. There stood a figure, it's back to Knives, with long, dark hair.
"W-Wha…? Rem?" Knives whispered to himself. He shook himself mentally. Rem…he remembered her now. Rem…the woman who had basically raised Vash and him. Rem…the woman that he had….killed.
No, he thought on closer inspection. The hair wasn't quite as long and it was a very dark brown, not black. And the giggle that came from her was not in Rem's voice, by any stretch of the imagination.
Knives remained where he was and the girl turned around, appearing to be coming closer to her without even moving.
The breath caught in Knives' throat. She was a stunning creature, even if she was human. But what caught his attention, were her eyes. One was a smokey blue, the other a pale, almost albino, blue. Her eyes, besides being those startling colors, were also very wide and held…something…in them.
"Welcome Knives," she said, giving him a brilliantly white smile. The Plant blinked. She might have been stunningly attractive, but her manners were exactly the same as the human race: less than desirable.
"Oh come on now, I'm not that bad am I? And besides, if you've noticed, there's only one person who calls you 'Knives~san'. Not everyone's like her, you know," the girl giggled. Knives narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Tsk, tsk! Such language Knives!" The girl scolded mockingly, waving a finger in front of him.
"Just answer the question, Human," he demanded.
"I am Skylar. And you are Knives. Now we are friends," she grinned.
"Far from, Human," he growled.
"Aw c'mon, why not? We could learn a lot from each other," she said, latching herself onto his arm. He tried to shake her off, but to no avail.
"One, because you're annoying. And two, why would anyone want to be 'friends' with someone who intrudes on their dreams?" Knives could feel himself losing his patience, what little he had.
"But you weren't dreaming anything," Skylar said, peering up at him.
"So what? What makes you think I want to dream of humans anyway?"
"To get over your fear of them."
"What?" This was clearly not the answer Knives had been expecting and he stopped struggling against her death grip.
"Mind explaining that one to me?" He growled.
"Oh yeah. Forgot ya don't remember much. Well, I believe that you hate humans because you're afraid of them. Because they don't understand you or your brother," she explained, letting go of him. One look at her told Knives that she was completely serious.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, the anger snaking its way out of his voice.
"It's quite obvious, really. Oh dear. I have to go," Skylar said, a sad look coming over her face.
"What? What do you mean go? You haven't finished explaining yourself to me!" Knives cried, all his previous anger returning. He reached out and grabbed her arm. As he did so, she shattered into millions of little pieces, dissolving into the slight breeze.
Knives sat straight up, gasping. Had he killed her? No, he didn't think so. Why was he so worried in the first place? It was just a dream. He looked around the dark room for Vash.
Suddenly, it all hit him like a ton of Thomases at once. Vash and Meryl leaving, being left alone with that human girl Millie, everything. Sinking into a state of depression, he buried his head in his hands, feeling tears of despair nagging at the back of his eyes. He threw back his head in emotional pain.
"GOD DAMMIT!"
~ Okay, I know what you must be thinking. Who is this Skylar girl? Is she "just" a dream? An angel? Maybe an incarnation of Knives' conscious? I think you'll be pleasantly surprised when the truth behind her is revealed (whenever that will be!). Oh yes, she will be appearing more often…..
Chapter Five: A Strange Visitor
Surprisingly, Knives had no trouble falling asleep that night. Maybe it was because of the absence of Vash's sleep-talking. More than likely, it was the silence that lulled him to sleep. The same silence that had loomed over the house since Vash had left.
Knives awoke, not finding himself in his room, but on a cliff with water lapping at its bottom. Thoroughly confused, he got the biggest shock of all when he turned to look behind him. There stood a figure, it's back to Knives, with long, dark hair.
"W-Wha…? Rem?" Knives whispered to himself. He shook himself mentally. Rem…he remembered her now. Rem…the woman who had basically raised Vash and him. Rem…the woman that he had….killed.
No, he thought on closer inspection. The hair wasn't quite as long and it was a very dark brown, not black. And the giggle that came from her was not in Rem's voice, by any stretch of the imagination.
Knives remained where he was and the girl turned around, appearing to be coming closer to her without even moving.
The breath caught in Knives' throat. She was a stunning creature, even if she was human. But what caught his attention, were her eyes. One was a smokey blue, the other a pale, almost albino, blue. Her eyes, besides being those startling colors, were also very wide and held…something…in them.
"Welcome Knives," she said, giving him a brilliantly white smile. The Plant blinked. She might have been stunningly attractive, but her manners were exactly the same as the human race: less than desirable.
"Oh come on now, I'm not that bad am I? And besides, if you've noticed, there's only one person who calls you 'Knives~san'. Not everyone's like her, you know," the girl giggled. Knives narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Tsk, tsk! Such language Knives!" The girl scolded mockingly, waving a finger in front of him.
"Just answer the question, Human," he demanded.
"I am Skylar. And you are Knives. Now we are friends," she grinned.
"Far from, Human," he growled.
"Aw c'mon, why not? We could learn a lot from each other," she said, latching herself onto his arm. He tried to shake her off, but to no avail.
"One, because you're annoying. And two, why would anyone want to be 'friends' with someone who intrudes on their dreams?" Knives could feel himself losing his patience, what little he had.
"But you weren't dreaming anything," Skylar said, peering up at him.
"So what? What makes you think I want to dream of humans anyway?"
"To get over your fear of them."
"What?" This was clearly not the answer Knives had been expecting and he stopped struggling against her death grip.
"Mind explaining that one to me?" He growled.
"Oh yeah. Forgot ya don't remember much. Well, I believe that you hate humans because you're afraid of them. Because they don't understand you or your brother," she explained, letting go of him. One look at her told Knives that she was completely serious.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, the anger snaking its way out of his voice.
"It's quite obvious, really. Oh dear. I have to go," Skylar said, a sad look coming over her face.
"What? What do you mean go? You haven't finished explaining yourself to me!" Knives cried, all his previous anger returning. He reached out and grabbed her arm. As he did so, she shattered into millions of little pieces, dissolving into the slight breeze.
Knives sat straight up, gasping. Had he killed her? No, he didn't think so. Why was he so worried in the first place? It was just a dream. He looked around the dark room for Vash.
Suddenly, it all hit him like a ton of Thomases at once. Vash and Meryl leaving, being left alone with that human girl Millie, everything. Sinking into a state of depression, he buried his head in his hands, feeling tears of despair nagging at the back of his eyes. He threw back his head in emotional pain.
"GOD DAMMIT!"
~ Okay, I know what you must be thinking. Who is this Skylar girl? Is she "just" a dream? An angel? Maybe an incarnation of Knives' conscious? I think you'll be pleasantly surprised when the truth behind her is revealed (whenever that will be!). Oh yes, she will be appearing more often…..