Disclaimer: Regis-"For $$1 million, do you own 'Trigun'?" Nimbychan-"Uh, Yes?" Regis-"Oh, I'm sorry that is incorrect. You do not own 'Trigun'. You lose everything!" Nimbychan- "Damn it! I knew it too! But I thought it was a trick question…"
= In other words, I have nothing, I don't own Trigun, pleez don't sue me!
A/N ^_^;X (smiles while eye twitches. Small animals die in fright.) I-HATE-SCHOOL * sighs *. Ideas keep coming. Hey Mistress Hotaru, glad your back! Not quite sure what you meant by 'Knives cruelty' (either to Knives or from Knives) so be assured, there will be more. And Nicky too. =P Alright, back to the story. ( * Turns on 'Moulin Rouge' * NO! NOT AGAIN!! * whimpers * …it's taking me over…) (reposted this chap.)
* * *
Vash and Knives had been in the only men's clothing store in Slater for a little over an hour, before Knives couldn't take it any more.
"Vash! Come on, we have enough clothes, can we just go already?"
The man in question looked up from his 5th inspection of the shirt rack and blinked, taking in the condition of the other. Knives seemed fine, save for being a tad jumpy. There were only 2 other men in the store and 1 clerk, but just being around that many humans put the psychotic plant on edge. Vash sighed and relented to his brother's request. They had 6 outfits and a pairs of shoes anyway.
That should be enough.
The cyan-eyed man nodded to his companion and headed over to the register.
Knives sighed happily as they exited the Hellish store. He couldn't figure out how his brother could stand being in such close quarters with vermin.
Ignorance is bliss, I suppose.
The double suns had set several minutes ago as the twins strolled down the shadowed streets, enjoying the peace. The streets were all but deserted thanks to the Crosser Gang. No one really wanted to leave their respected homes just yet. As the two lone plants passed the bar, Knives tensed in trepidation of his brother wanting to leave. But his fear was unfounded as, in passing, all the building elicited was a sparse glance.
Upon retiring to their room, Vash the Stampede set about packing up the clothes and the remainder of the food that wouldn't easily spoil. Knives watched in silence as the his brother went about executing these actions with practiced ease and efficiency.
"So, we're going in the morning?"
Vash glanced up from the bag of clothes to his brother and gave him a smile. "Yeah. You're doing better. We should be fine traveling. Although…" He stood up and went into the bathroom. Coming out, he held the bottle of antiseptic spray. "I'll bring this just in case." The lanky man tossed it to Knives. "Put some on right now though."
Millions Knives took it without a word and carefully, he unzipped his pants and shoved them down around his knees. The blue-eyed man unwrapped the bandage from around his thighs and, for the first time in quite a few days, examined himself. The skin over his thighs was taunt and shiny, the muscles still well defined. Next, he turned his attention to his phallus. Yep, it was still there. Going back to his thigh, Knives sprayed the antiseptic on, the mostly healed wound only giving off a mild tingling sensation.
Pulling his pants back on, he looked up to see Vash, across the room, on his stomach and groping around under the dresser. Sitting up, he held before him Knives onyx colored Colt.
"Ah, so that's where you hid it." Millions chuckled as his brother's head snapped up and the Humanoid Typhoon's sea green eyes went wide with apprehension and mild fright.
Knives walked over to Vash, who stood up and faced him. "Give me my gun back brother."
Vash shook his head slowly, his eyes steeling with determination. "No way. Not until you stop killing with it."
"Then I guess I'll just have to take it." Came the icy reply. Knives lunged at Vash, knocking him back against the dresser. The spiky haired blond cried out in pain and gritted his teeth. Using the slight, painful leverage the dresser gave him, Vash the Stampede pushed his brother away and slammed his knee into the other man's stomach. The plant's ice blue eyes bulged slightly as he doubled over, trying to suck in air unsuccessfully.
"Damn…you…" Knives gasped out.
Vash sidled away from the dresser and headed toward the door.
But Knives wasn't down for the count yet. He grabbed his brother's leg as he passed, resulting in Vash tripping and smashing to the floor. The blue-eyed plant got up unsteadily, wheezing faintly, and walked to his twin's prone form. The cyan-eyed plant had counted on that. Kicking out, he knocked Knives legs out from under him. Millions Knives fell to the floor as well. But before he could do anything, Vash's twin was on his knees trying his best to pin his brother to the floor. As they struggled, a knock resounded on the apartment door.
"Sirs, are you alright in there? Someone said they heard a shout." A muffled voice asked.
Vash and Knives froze for a moment.
That gave Knives the opportunity he needed. He reached out and grabbed the onyx Colt from his brother's hand and stood up. He scrambled to the door and flung it open, revealing the small porter from the front desk. Knives leveled the gun at the surprised man's head.
"NO KNIVES!" Vash cried. As Knives pulled the hammer back, he stood up and lunged at his twin, the shot missing the man's head by a scant inch.
"DAMN YOU VASH!" Knives shrieked as he was tackled.
His mind racing, Vash did the only thing he could to stop his insane brother. Leaning back, he pulled Knives with him. Letting go, he used forward momentum of the other plant and punched him right in the face. He felt his fist connect with Knives' nose, causing his head to snap back quickly. Knives thudded to the floor where he lay limp, his face bloodied and his nose bleeding profusely.
Vash sat, stunned, for several moments.
"Oh man…" he said quietly to no one. Getting up, he grabbed the basin from the bed stand and filled it with lukewarm water. Moving his twin's head, he set it on his lap and gentle started cleaning the blood off.
How is it that I'm always the one who ends up doing this?
He thought wryly.
The blood still ran, though only in a trickle now. As he wiped away the excess from the other plant's face, Vash heard voices down stairs and then people running up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Looking up, 3 men stood outside the room gazing through the door at the blond man cradling the other, obviously his twin.
One of them, a man with dark hair and eyes, stepped into the room and glared at Vash.
"What happened here?" he asked in a gruff voice.
Vash just shook his head.
The man stepped closer. "Are you the one who started this? Who tried to shoot Quinton?"
The Stampede remained silent for several moments, hugging his brother close. "It was an accident." He finally whispered.
The dark haired man growled and strode closer intent on the distant blond, but was stopped as one of his companions grabbed his arm from behind.
"Jack, wait. Isn't he one of the guys who took that girl away earlier? The one you played poker with?"
The man, Jack, starred at Vash. His eyes narrowed. "Yeah, you're right."
The other man let go of Jack's arm. His weather beaten face took in the despondent man and the unconscious one, his hard eyes softening ever so slightly.
"Look, just tell me what happened."
The cyan-eyed man cocked his head up at the other man. "We had a fight." He looked away again. "He almost shot Quinton. He's OK, isn't he?" Vash asked in a worried tone.
Jack took a deep breath and let it out in large sigh. "Yeah, he's fine, just a little shook up."
"That's good."
Vash continued to hold his twin as the dark man stood over him. "You're Vash the Stampede, aren't you."
The plant in question stiffened visibly. The men with Jack, who had remained silent, gave vent to garbled disbelief at the proposal. The conscious blond remained silent, but nodded and stood up slowly, lifting his brother in his arms. The men at the doorway went dead silent. Vash turned, Knives motionless in his arms.
"Yes. I am Vash the Stampede." He said, defeat and resignation straining his quiet voice.
He heard the men give strangled gasps and scuffling as they tripped over one another in attempt to leave the wanted gunman's vicinity.
Jack remained , silent and stolid as he looked on at the silent gunman.
"Why'd you have to bring it up?" Vash asked, faint accusation evident in his tone.
The man with the weather beaten face turned and closed the door. "My brother, Quinton, said one of you yelled, 'damn you Vash' as he was running away. It wasn't a hard guess, really. Who else but Vash the Stampede would win a fight?" Jack shrugged.
The $$60 billion man narrowed his eyes at the other. "I would have appreciated it had you not said anything."
The poker dealer shook his head. "Why? You're the most wanted man on the planet. You don't think we have a right to know when a criminal is right under our nose? Especially one with such a big bounty on his head as you." He smirked.
Vash didn't look all that surprised. Too many people had been after him before.
Jack stepped forward, pulling a pistol from inside his dusty brown jacket and aimed it between two cyan colored eyes. "Time to get my poker money back. And your gonna help, Vash the Stampede." The dark man said, his smirk rivaling one of Knives'.
Vash remained motionless, knowing that he wouldn't be able to move fast enough while holding his twin.
Gunsmoke's most wanted man, could not think of a way out. He was finally caught.
* * *
The being cackled maniacally, quite pleased with the way things were going, his body quaking with laughter.
His companion looked at him with mild disgust, her feathers twitching uncomfortably. "Things are not always what they seem, my friend. You should know that by now, especially when dealing with the Others."
The void-eyed being only continued to laugh.
* * *
A/N MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!! I FINALLY GOT IT UP! 'bout time… -_-x
Vash: Yeah, I helped. What did take you so long?
Gemini: AH!! * falls out of chair * Damn it Vash, I thought I strapped you to the bed!?
Vash: Um, no, that was just your imagination…
Gemini: * glares * Hhmmm.
Vash: * nervous laugh * Uh… * backs away *
Legato: I'm hungry.
Both: WAAH!
Legato: //-O
Knives: Hello
Vash/Gemini: Huh?! Knives!?
Legato: Master…
Gemini: -_-Xx Now I know I strapped you two to the bed!!
All 3 men: * shifty eyes, nervous laugh and back away. *
Gemi: * growls and advances on them * Get back here! *whips out THE SPORK OF DOOM *
All 3: * run away, Gemini in hot pursuit , ranting about stronger chains and brandishing THE SPORK OF DOOM*
Wolfwood: * pops up from nowhere * * watches for a minute and sweat drops * OK, well, since they're all busy, Gemini just wanted to let you all know that she's sorry it took so long for this to get out but school started and her schedule is a tad tighter than normal what with play practice and all. * glances around * And just between us, she's been a tad…nutty lately and-
Gemi: HEY! NICHOLAS! WHO TOLD YOU TALK TO MY WONDERFUL REVEIWERS!?!? GET BACK INTO THE BEDROOM!
Wolfwood: EEEP!! NOOOO!* Nicholas runs with the others *
Gemini: * to reviewers * Tanx for the review guys, keep it up and I'll get the next chappie up as soon as possible. Later Dayz and Tanx!! * runs after the 4 * Damn you all! Get back into the BEDROOM!!…
Nimbychan: ummm, not sure what just happened, but it seems that my counter part took over the story for a bit. All the stuff she said counts though. See ya!