Time for the real thing! ^_^ It's kind of a flashback.. anyway, things will be clear when you read it ^_^ Have fun.

Together Soon



'Knives! No! No, don't die, please! I.. I can't go on without you, do you hear me! Why.. stay here Knives! Knives!!'

'I'm sorry sir.. we lost him.'

'No..' Vash sank to his knees and laid his head on the hospital bed his dead brother was lying. The only sound he heard was that of the machine telling him the heart of his brother stopped beating. 'Knives..' he cried. Hot tears wet the bed, he was shaking as one of the nurses laid a hand on his shoulder. 'He was old, mr. Vash.. we couldn't do much for him.'

'But..' Vash cried 'We are both the same age..why.. he was all I had.. why do I lose everyone?' the nurse kneeled down and smiled. 'If your friends died too, your brother is with nice people now. Try think of that' Vash just shook his head 'I heard that too many times..' The doctor laid a blanket over Knives' body. 'Do you know how he wanted to be buried, sir?' Vash just kept crying. 'Please..' the nurse said t the doctor 'let him cry, I'll ask if he feels better.' He doctor nodded and walked away. The nurse took Vash in her arms. Vash just sobbed, and stood up. He walked to the mirror in Knives' room and looked in it.

'Just look at me..' he whispered. 'I.. I used to be the most feared gunman on whole Gunsmoke.. who am I now.. just someone who's left alone..' He sighed. 'I said that to a friend, many years ago. Everyone I meet dies. It's true..' he laid his head against the mirror '..Rem.. Nick.. Legato.. Meryl.. Milly.. and now, Knives. There's no one left. I don't belong here anymore. I.. I passed, just like the Kuroneko's.. when I was young, there were so many, now there is nothing left.' He walked to the window 'Like the sand on Gunsmoke.' He smiled and looked at the nurse. 'this used to be a dessert planet. Now, grass, trees.. not that I'm not happy with it.. but it just makes me feel even more lost. And the name.. Gunsmoke. No guns anymore, people run to the police when something happens. In the old days, everyone had a gun, even the younger ones. Now.. there's a law for it!' He sighed and looked at the body of his brother. 'I'll let you know about the funeral.' And he walked away.

He walked on the street, watching some playing kids. He smiled, until their mom called them 'come on kids play somewhere else so the old man can walk on' and they ran away. Vash sighed and walked on. Old.. yes he was old. His hair was short and grey now, but his eyes were the same green as they used to be. They were sad though, always sad. He sighed as he entered his home. It was quiet, with his brother not there. Knives got sick a few weeks ago.. he made dinner even though he wasn't hungry, and walked to the closet, taking an old book.

He looked at the pictures from long ago, from him, Meryl, Milly, Nick.. Legato.. he smiled while looking at Legato. He never forgot his old lover. Even when Meryl proposed him, 17 years after Legato's death, Vash said no because he still loved Legato. Meryl'd been sad, but she understood. Milly found another man though, married.. even got children, well apart from the one she got from Nick. He visited him sometimes, Nick's son. They would talk about Nick, about the old days. His name was Tongari, after the nickname Nick used to give Vash. Knives never married, or loved someone. Some women in the vilage had been in love with him, but he never got rid of the spider thing. Vash sighed again. 'Legato.. if only you were here..if only I was with you. But I promised to be strong, for you.' He knew he couldn't last long though. With his last support gone, Vash was closer to that thought than ever again..

He walked on the graveyard, Knives had been buried a few minutes ago. Some people were still there, others gone. Mainly admirers of Knives' beauty. 'Hey needle noggin', bein' all sentimental again?' Vash smiled as he heard that voice. So familiar.. 'yes Tongari.. can't help it..' Wolfwood's son stood next to Vash, looking at the stone with 'Rest in Peace, Knives. Someday we will fly again, like butterflies in the sun'. 'No one understood that line' Tongari said. 'They don't have to..' Vash whispered. 'As long as I do.. as long as he does.' Tongari sighed. 'I never got that butterfly spider thing.' He said. Vash smiled 'That theory killed your father.' Tongari nodded 'Yes, but I can't hate Knives for it.. I never knew my father.. he seemed a great guy though.' 'He was' Vash said. 'Yeah.. well, gotta go! See you, oldie!' and he walked away. 'Bye..' Vash whispered.

'Do you believe in Heaven?' the priest behind him said. 'I don't know..' Vash whispered. 'I love to. It makes you feel nice.. I wonder if the people I love are there..' The priest smiled. 'I'm sure they are. And that you'll be with the someday.' Vash closed his eyes 'I keep telling that to myself, everytime someone dies. I'll be with them someday. But when? When is someday? I don't want to be here anymore, don't want to be alive, but I'm afraid of death. What if there's nothing? If I have to miss them forever?' A tear fell on Knives' grave.

He walked on the street and looked around. Suddenly, he saw a gang of kids with people, obviously threatening to kill them if they didn't get what they want. Vash, still the pacifist he was so many years ago, ran to the police, begging for a gun so he could help.

'No sir, we're doing what we can..' 'I want to help, I can help! Come on, give me..' 'No, we can't give guns to old people!' 'But I'm Vash the Stampede!' 'Vash the Stampede is a legend, he never actually existed!' 'What..' 'Now sir, go away so we can so our job!'

Completely in trance, Vash walked away. He didn't notice the people being shot, the screaming, the deaths.. A legend.. never existed.. 'I..' he whispered '..Never existed.. I'm a legend..'

He walked into his house, to the one place he never came, because he would be afraid he couldn't resist the temptation. But he wasn't afraid anymore. Not anymore.. he walked to the closet, opened it and took the silver object that was lying there. His gun. The gun that saved him so many times, was going to save him for the last time. The suns reflected in the silver metal, he closed his eyes and putted the gun to his head. He left the bullets in it.. just in case.. he breathed, once more, for the last time.

A smile.

A shot.

He felt a second of pain, his body hitting the ground. Next to him, walked a spider. With the last strength his body had, he killed it, and smiled. 'I'll see you soon..' he whispered and closed his eyes.

Vash the Stampede died. Not in a battle, not by a bounty hunter, but with his own gun, with his own hands, he killed a living being, the only human he ever killed. Himself. Killed by loneliness, the legendary Outlaw died with a smile on his lips.

Now that's a start :P From here, we'll go on with the afterlife, Legato and Vash.. anyway, please review, and I hope you like the story ^_^