OK I realize that Knives is acting out of character. However, that is my point, and if I where to reveal to you what the point is. Then I would spoil the plot of my most popular fic. So just bare with me I assure you Knives will be in character eventually.
Legato with vengeance
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KRAKOW!!!!!!!!!!
"Sempai!" Milly shouts from the front door of Meryl and Vash's house. Where she's staying to take care of Meryl after she had her newest child.
That newest child was a girl with black hair and brown eyes. (wherever that trait came from….) So Knives being the only one on hand calm or awake enough to do anything. had named the little girl Rem. Knowing Vash would like it better than any Gun-Ho-Gun esc name he could come up with; like Rebecca of the hatchet or something like that.
"Milly, I'm trying to sleep here!" Meryl yells from her room where Rem is also napping.
"WWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" or was napping.
"But, Sempai, there's a car in the foyer," Milly comes up to Meryl's room seeking advice when the movements of two certain little boys catch her attention.
"Move it Nick we've be spotted!" the two dash around the corner and out the back door of the house hoping that their mothers will forget about this by the time they get back.
"Roger," the two kids attempt to run out of the hallway by dodging between the pieces of hall way furniture like two commandos, without very good camouflage.
Milly attempts to follow the recreants but Meryl's scream stop her, "Sempai, what's wrong?" Milly comes up the stairs in a bound nearly running Meryl over because she's standing on top of the stairs pointing at her car in the foyer.
"Those kids just crashed my car into my house," Meryl fumes before sitting down at her typewriter, the noise of the pounding on the keys and the stylists slamming onto the paper.
"W- WA- WWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"It's ok sis, don't cry, mommy is always like this," Chibi Vash hoisted himself up on one side of the crib Nick on the other side so Chibi Vash wouldn't tip it over.
"Goo," baby Rem stopped crying and now was making reaching motions towards Nick, who leaned in closer and got a small baby handful of hair, ripped off of his head.
"Ow!" Nick jumped off the baby crib clutching the spot on his head where Rem took her souvenir.
"Nick…" Chibi Vash gulped from his perch on the crib.
"What?"
"Help!" He squeaked as the crib began to teeter.
WABAM!
***
'You are now five iles from November'
"Hey we're almost there brother," Vash looked up at the sign as if the were about to make a sacrifice to it, and abruptly fell on his back.
"Well, just, what I need, vulture food fer a travelin' companion," Wolfwood muttered staring down at Vash.
"You could do me a favor Wolfwood, and join him," Knives snapped, not in a very good mood after hiking forty some miles through a rock hard desert.
VROOOM!
Then a dust cloud started to make itself visible in the horizon, getting close very, very fast.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
"He ya Vash, long time no see," Marlin the gun maker looked down at Vash who jumped up and hopped into Marlin's car.
"Hey ya Marley going my way?" Vash pointed in the same direction that Marlin had come from.
"Yep," Marlin didn't give it another thought.
"Yeah, wait a minute there. Don't leave me here?" Wolfwood shouted coming through the still settling dust cloud from Marlin's car.
"Sorry no can do pal, I'm only supposed to take Vash back, no one else, for fear of my life.
"Why, Marlin?" Vash asked.
"'Cuz your wife asked me to- you should really see the front of your house, it's a wreck," Marlin replied only adding to Vash's curiosity.
"Then gun the engine and let's go!" Vash shouted with a finger in the air.
"But, Tongari!" Wolfwood shouted latching on to the car door.
"Sorry, Wolfwood, I find it easier to my heath to not disobey Meryl."
"Your gonna leave me all alone with Knives?" Wolfwood pleaded.
"Hey," Marlin interrupted, "did you say his name is Knives." Marlin pointed at Knives unassuredly.
"Yes, I am Knives."
"Well she also said you could come since you're the sane one," Marlin unlocked the door to the back seat.
"Nothing about anyone named Nicholas D. Wolfwood?"
"She said you can walk, so you two," Marlin pointed from Vash to Wolfwood, "won't cause a ruckus.
"Sorry Wolfwood." With that, the car sped off letting Wolfwood walk the last five miles.
***
"You mean she said Knives was sane?" Vash asked as they bumped down the road.
"Well actually come to think about it, the tall one told me to get 'Nick because he's sane' but there was this banging noise and I think I miss heard is as Knives.
-.-.;
To be continued…
