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Return Forever

Stirring the soup, Milly looked out the window and was received by a magnificent sunrise. She smiled to herself. Ah, such beauty. Milly wished Sempai and Vash-san could see it. He would like to see it too…

            Milly stopped that train of thought in horror. Don'tthinkabouthim don'tthinkabouthim! She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the soup but her treacherous mind began to remember again. Before she could stop herself, pictures of Wolfwood began to circulate in her mind. That cocky but kind smile, the warmth in his eyes, the casual way he swung the cross over his shoulder… Who knew he would be capable of dying? Yes, that's right, he died…

            Giving the soup a final swirl, Milly walked up to the staircase and took a deep breath.

            "Sempai, Vash-san, breakfast is ready!" she shouted up.

            There was a groan from one room and a curse from the other. Milly smiled with satisfaction and went back to the kitchen.  She took one last look at the sunrise and smiled brightly.

            "Good morning," she whispered cheerfully and closed her eyes, picturing Wolfwood's smiling face greeting her back.

            "Uuuugggghhhhhhhh."

            Milly turned around and said chirpily, "Good morning sempai! I've made some soup for breakfast." With that, she slammed a bowl of soup in front of Meryl. "I hope you like it."

            "Ggguuuuuhhhhhh," said Meryl and shoved a spoonful into her mouth.

            "Is Vash-san up yet?" Milly asked.

            It took a moment for Meryl to realize that someone had spoken to her. "Wah? Oh. Sorry Milly I'm just really distracted since-" And then the previous day's incident bounced back to her. "Ohmigawd Milly it's Knives! He's not unconscious. I saw him up TWICE yesterday and he spoke to me! And that stupid Vash doesn't do a thing about it! We'regonnadiewe'regonnadie…"

            "WE ARE!"

            "SHUT UP VASH!" Meryl yelled behind her.

            Vash whimpered. "But I don't wanna die Meryl!" he whined back.

            Meryl seethed. She had been unceremoniously woken up by Milly's uncensored loudness and the day was not going well. She decided to use this opportunity to get answers out of Vash.

            Vash whimpered at the ferocious look that Meryl flashed him.

            "Okay Vash. I want some answers."

            "Oh, you do?"

            "I want to know what's going on. Why you brought Knives here for one thing."

            Seeing that Meryl was not going to back down and that so far nothing had coinsidentally interrupted them yet, Vash gave up and decided to come clean.

            "I already said that me and Knives had a gunfight-"         

            "Then don't repeat yourself."

            "And I won, see? But even though I had beaten him, I could just leave him there in the desert. Knives is my brother after all. I guess that's why I want to save him. I won't leave him there in the darkness, maybe I can save him. His mind, I mean, save his mind and purge all the darkness in it. He's always been that way, see?"

Vash took a sip of the soup and told Milly that it was wonderful. Then he continued.

"Knives is recovering very quickly, you saw Meryl, but even with his abilities, the wounds I gave him will still take a long time to heal. When he fully recovers, I'll take him away, he is of course still dangerous and I don't want him to be a danger to you girls."

            "But he's dangerous now," Meryl snapped. "Vash, what if he tries to do something to you? What if he hurts you?"

            "You know I can protect myself," said Vash. "If need be, I'll protect you girls too."

            For some reason, Meryl began to blush.

            He said he would protect me! But he also meant Milly too. Get a hold on yourself Meryl!

            Inner struggle completed, Meryl sighed and finished her soup.

            "Well," said Milly. "Since you're done, could you send up a bowl of soup for Knives-san, Meryl?"

            "WHAT!" Meryl shouted.

            "Well I'm sure he's very hungry. Evil or no, Knives still needs food," reasoned Milly.

            Meryl was about to protest if Vash had not commented that sending Knives was a good idea. So, grumbling, Meryl reluctantly trudged up the stairs.

            She froze in front of Knives's room. What am I doing? I'm giving food to Vash's worst enemy? He's not Vash's worst enemy, her mind argued. He would have saved him. But still…

            In the end, Meryl gathered her nerve and entered the room. Knives was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, arms tucked behind his neck. He closed his eyes when Meryl entered the room.

            After placing the bowl on the floor near the bed, Meryl paused and sneaked a peak at Knives. He looked so childlike, so relaxed, so innocent. But Meryl knew he wasn't innocent in the least. But there were so many similarities between Knives and Vash…

            It took a moment to realize that Knives had opened his eyes and was now staring at her. Meryl froze in shock.

            Knives's eyes flickered at her and then the bowl of soup and then her again. His eyebrows arched in some unknown emotion.

            Meryl finally started to act again and immediately sped to the door.

            "Thank you spider," came a soft call behind her.

            Meryl looked over her shoulder at him and quickly exited the room. Outside, she shivered, frightened. There was that dark stare again, boring into her. How could she have thought that he and Vash were similar?

*****

            Knives picked up the bowl and drained the soup in one gulp. He made a face at the taste. But what could you do? A spider had made this soup after all. And there was that Meryl spider again. How she intrigued him! Those frightened looks she gave him over her back, the way she spoke in fear of him. This woman had feelings for Vash, obviously. Knives wondered if Vash had figured it out yet. His simple brother could be so dense at times, but that was because of the spiders' influence of course so he couldn't help it.

            Knives laughed maliciously to himself. This Meryl spider was perhaps the best way to hurt Vash, he was sure of it. Oh how he wished he could wrap his fingers around a gun and pull the trigger aimed at Vash's heart. Perhaps that was what he would do to Meryl to hurt Vash.

            No, he said to himself at that thought. For some reason, Knives didn't have the urge to kill Meryl. This brought a cruel smile to his face. Ah, this spider amused him. It was entertaining really. Yes, that was why he didn't want to shoot her. This Meryl spider entertained him, he would let her live just for that.

            Placing the bowl on the floor once again, Knives felt a stab of pain his stomach. Damn these wounds, he thought, and went to sleep.