-- Title --
Judgment Day
-- Author -- EngelWachterInderHolle.
== Disclaimer == I don't own Trigun, nor do I own the characters. Ah, yes..my first Knives ficlit...plz don't flame too bad. I just felt like I was straying far from him and just..forgetting how he's like and all. So, I decided to write this. ^__^; It takes place after the whole " High Noon " "Under the Sky so Blue" tape/dvd part and episode. So, yeah..hope you like and not flame too harshly.
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-- Chapter -- Two
-- Title -- Insanity Measures Out
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Clicks.
"Good bye," Knives said with a sinister smirk.
Vash opened his eyes as Knives pulled the triggers, both clicked again without a single bullet leaving the barrel. Time seemed to stop as Knives sweatdropped. "The hell did you do to these guns!?"
"I didn't put any bullets in...I knew you'd do something unnatural to get yours back," Vash replied sincerely.
Knives whipped the guns at Vash and both hit him in the face, sending him sprawling backwards into the sand dunes. "You dumbass!"
"Dumbass? For taking out the bullets? I think I'm the smartest being on this planet!"
Knives turned around fuming, billows of flames seeming to dance in his dark eyes as he headed south. Vash got to his feet and followed Knives. "Where you going?" Vash asked.
No reply.
"Knives..."
More silence.
"KNIVES!"
Knives spun around, the crimson red coat frilling. "WHAT!?!" He snarled, his brow knit together.
Vash shrank and made a small sound in the back of his throat before answering. "You don't need to yell...I just asked where you were going, that's all."
"You don't need to be so damn nosey, Vash. Just shut up for a minute."
Vash grinned widely. "You're lost..."
"I am not!"
"Are toooo...you're lost."
Knives's hand came up and he pointed at Vash, his finger wobbling as fury filled him. "I am NOT lost!!!"
Vash peered over at a good sized rock. "We've passed that rock three times already."
Knives's finger flopped like a noodle and an angry mark appeared on his right temple. "Maybe I am lost," he muttered.
"What'd you say?" Vash asked, cupping his ear.
Knives glared at Vash. "Okay! I admit we're lost...but it's your fault you know."
Vash's jaw dropped. "Don't blame THIS on me!! You're the one walking circles around a rock, I kept my mouth shut so you wouldn't pick up one of those nice bullet shaped pebbles and load them into the guns...then start firing like a madman on some sort of air freshner."
Knives whirled around quickly and spotted the pebbles. "You're so lame, thinking I'd use petty pebbles to do my dirty work for me. Besides, they wouldn't impact someone like real bullets."
Vash steadied himself and walked past Knives. "Let's go," he said.
"Oh, getting into the driver's seat dear brother?" Knives asked sarcastically.
Vash ignored Knives as he headed into the heart of the desert, Knives following him closely with his hands in his pockets. He kept pulling the safety lock on and off, something that made Vash annoyed that he turned and smacked Knives across the head. Leaving a good sized shiner on his left eye.
-- To Be Continued. --- I think it's short, but it's like..midnight..and I'm sposed' to go to bed at one...**sighs** I hate going places. Anyways, when I get back I'll make the third chapter longer. ^_^; hope you liked.
-- Author -- EngelWachterInderHolle.
== Disclaimer == I don't own Trigun, nor do I own the characters. Ah, yes..my first Knives ficlit...plz don't flame too bad. I just felt like I was straying far from him and just..forgetting how he's like and all. So, I decided to write this. ^__^; It takes place after the whole " High Noon " "Under the Sky so Blue" tape/dvd part and episode. So, yeah..hope you like and not flame too harshly.
=== == =
-- Chapter -- Two
-- Title -- Insanity Measures Out
=== == =
Clicks.
"Good bye," Knives said with a sinister smirk.
Vash opened his eyes as Knives pulled the triggers, both clicked again without a single bullet leaving the barrel. Time seemed to stop as Knives sweatdropped. "The hell did you do to these guns!?"
"I didn't put any bullets in...I knew you'd do something unnatural to get yours back," Vash replied sincerely.
Knives whipped the guns at Vash and both hit him in the face, sending him sprawling backwards into the sand dunes. "You dumbass!"
"Dumbass? For taking out the bullets? I think I'm the smartest being on this planet!"
Knives turned around fuming, billows of flames seeming to dance in his dark eyes as he headed south. Vash got to his feet and followed Knives. "Where you going?" Vash asked.
No reply.
"Knives..."
More silence.
"KNIVES!"
Knives spun around, the crimson red coat frilling. "WHAT!?!" He snarled, his brow knit together.
Vash shrank and made a small sound in the back of his throat before answering. "You don't need to yell...I just asked where you were going, that's all."
"You don't need to be so damn nosey, Vash. Just shut up for a minute."
Vash grinned widely. "You're lost..."
"I am not!"
"Are toooo...you're lost."
Knives's hand came up and he pointed at Vash, his finger wobbling as fury filled him. "I am NOT lost!!!"
Vash peered over at a good sized rock. "We've passed that rock three times already."
Knives's finger flopped like a noodle and an angry mark appeared on his right temple. "Maybe I am lost," he muttered.
"What'd you say?" Vash asked, cupping his ear.
Knives glared at Vash. "Okay! I admit we're lost...but it's your fault you know."
Vash's jaw dropped. "Don't blame THIS on me!! You're the one walking circles around a rock, I kept my mouth shut so you wouldn't pick up one of those nice bullet shaped pebbles and load them into the guns...then start firing like a madman on some sort of air freshner."
Knives whirled around quickly and spotted the pebbles. "You're so lame, thinking I'd use petty pebbles to do my dirty work for me. Besides, they wouldn't impact someone like real bullets."
Vash steadied himself and walked past Knives. "Let's go," he said.
"Oh, getting into the driver's seat dear brother?" Knives asked sarcastically.
Vash ignored Knives as he headed into the heart of the desert, Knives following him closely with his hands in his pockets. He kept pulling the safety lock on and off, something that made Vash annoyed that he turned and smacked Knives across the head. Leaving a good sized shiner on his left eye.
-- To Be Continued. --- I think it's short, but it's like..midnight..and I'm sposed' to go to bed at one...**sighs** I hate going places. Anyways, when I get back I'll make the third chapter longer. ^_^; hope you liked.