Knives sighed and watched the passing sand as his head bobbed back and forth as Vash carried him across the forsaken desert.
"Knives."
"What is it pestering brother?"
"Nothing." Vash said letting out a deep breath.
Knives knew something was up. Vash usually said what came into his pee brained mind. Vash began humming. Knives knew for sure there was something wrong with Vash. But what. Vash's humming grew louder. Knives knew the cursed tune. So he kicked him again.
"Knives!" Vash whined. "Why'd you go and do that? Now I have to start all over."
"Vash you know damn well I hate that shit eating song." Knives attempted to cross his arms. It didn't work to well. He gave up.
"You don't hate it." Vash laughed.
"Yes I do!" Knives spit out.
"I know you don't hate that much."
"I hate it more than your spider wife."
"I don't think so brother dear."
"Yes I do Vash. We've gone over this before. I hate the hell sent song." Knives wanted to hurt Vash for even accusing him of liking 'her' song. Knives hated 'her' most of all. If she wouldn't have interfered then everything would have worked out like he had planned. Now because of that wretched woman he was stranded here. Living with his hippie brother a phsycotic woman bent on destroying Knives' sanity, and a planet full of inbred misfits. He hated it.
"Knives I know for a fact you don't hate it as much as you say you do." Vash was feeling good about this. He knew he was right. No one hated this song.
"Vash, brother dearest. Get the thought out of your miniscule mind that I have any good feelings towards this plauge bringing song."
"Knives the song doesn't bring about plauges. Maybe sorrow every now and again, but never plauges."
"It does to bring plauges Vash. It brought you."
"Knives. I am not a plauge."
"Okay maybe you aren't. But your woman. She. She is like the angel of death or maybe even almost death, no wait, the angel of miserableness, or maybe even the angel of torture, that is what the song brought around." The thought of Meryl being the angel of death caused Knives to shudder. It was a scary thought. Even to him.
"Knives. Meryl is no angel of death. PMS maybe. But not death."
"I suppose you are right."
"See I knew you liked the song."
"No I still don't like the song. I agreed about the spider."
"Knives I have hard evidence you like the song."
"Prove it."
"You sing it in the shower every morning."
That left Knives speachless. So Vash began to hum his song again as Knives was left with his mouth dragging the desert floor.
"Knives."
"What is it pestering brother?"
"Nothing." Vash said letting out a deep breath.
Knives knew something was up. Vash usually said what came into his pee brained mind. Vash began humming. Knives knew for sure there was something wrong with Vash. But what. Vash's humming grew louder. Knives knew the cursed tune. So he kicked him again.
"Knives!" Vash whined. "Why'd you go and do that? Now I have to start all over."
"Vash you know damn well I hate that shit eating song." Knives attempted to cross his arms. It didn't work to well. He gave up.
"You don't hate it." Vash laughed.
"Yes I do!" Knives spit out.
"I know you don't hate that much."
"I hate it more than your spider wife."
"I don't think so brother dear."
"Yes I do Vash. We've gone over this before. I hate the hell sent song." Knives wanted to hurt Vash for even accusing him of liking 'her' song. Knives hated 'her' most of all. If she wouldn't have interfered then everything would have worked out like he had planned. Now because of that wretched woman he was stranded here. Living with his hippie brother a phsycotic woman bent on destroying Knives' sanity, and a planet full of inbred misfits. He hated it.
"Knives I know for a fact you don't hate it as much as you say you do." Vash was feeling good about this. He knew he was right. No one hated this song.
"Vash, brother dearest. Get the thought out of your miniscule mind that I have any good feelings towards this plauge bringing song."
"Knives the song doesn't bring about plauges. Maybe sorrow every now and again, but never plauges."
"It does to bring plauges Vash. It brought you."
"Knives. I am not a plauge."
"Okay maybe you aren't. But your woman. She. She is like the angel of death or maybe even almost death, no wait, the angel of miserableness, or maybe even the angel of torture, that is what the song brought around." The thought of Meryl being the angel of death caused Knives to shudder. It was a scary thought. Even to him.
"Knives. Meryl is no angel of death. PMS maybe. But not death."
"I suppose you are right."
"See I knew you liked the song."
"No I still don't like the song. I agreed about the spider."
"Knives I have hard evidence you like the song."
"Prove it."
"You sing it in the shower every morning."
That left Knives speachless. So Vash began to hum his song again as Knives was left with his mouth dragging the desert floor.
