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Vashie-kun: Wha? Who, me?
Author: DUH! Hai, hai, hai!
Vashie-Kun: Oh. Heeeeey! I'm out of donuts again!!!
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(A/N: Eden's P.O.V.)
Unca middie wasn't saying anything...he was just sitting there with his sad eyes...like someone had taked Sylvia...
"Unca Middie?" I tugged at his shirt sleeve. He didn't notice.
Unca Lega came next. He didn't breathe....he just sat there on his chair. His eyes were closed. "U-Unca Lega? Unca Legato, I'm scared...."
I saw something trickle down his hand. It was dark dark red....I touched it, the cold liquid chilling me. It was blood.
I started to cry, and went on looking in my house. I went in my room, and found my daddy.
"Daddy? Daddy...I think Unca Middia and Unca Lega are hurt! Daadddy!!" I reached out to grab his hand, to make him look at me. It was cold.
Daddy had taught me what that meant. I don't think he meant to, but...I heard him say how delightful it was to feel the coldness in dead people. So...this meant Daddy was...dead?
I cried, and hugged him to me. His eyes were open, and pierced me straight through, it seemed. His heart didn't have that sound I liked to listen to sometimes, when I had trouble sleeping at night. He would hug me, and rock me back and forth until I went to sleep...
I woke up, crying. The lights were dim, because the grown-ups were all talking together, seated at a table in the room. Mr. Wolfwood looked up as soon as I sat up, and came to sit by me on the bed.
"Shh, shh...it's okay, Eden...it was just a dream..." He crooned as he hugged me to him.
"But-but...Daddy and Lega and Middie were all....they were all..." I shivered and whispered the last part, "dead..."
"It's okay...just go back to sleep, it was all a bad dream...." He gently laid me back down, and smiled. "Don't worry, your daddy and Midvalley and Legato are alright...nothing bad has happened to them..."
I started to raise up again, saying, "But I saw the-"
He gently made me lay back down, and put a finger to my lips. "You, my dear child, need sleep. It was all a dream. Do you think that your daddy would just leave you?"
"N-no...."
"Well, then, it was all a dream, then."
"I..." I yawned. "O-okay...'night, Mr. Wolfwood."
He smiled. "Just call me Wolfwood, thanks."
"O...okay...." And with those words, I was asleep again.
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(A/N: Wolfwood's P.O.V.)
I watched the small halfling fall back asleep. My mind stood still for a moment...I was in my element, I was with a child. She looked so peaceful.
"Wow, Wolfwood. You're really really good with kids," Vash quietly remarked, smiling.
I stood up. "I've always had a knack for kid stuff."
Millie smiled. Lord, that smile melted me like icecream.... "What was she having a nightmare about?"
I frowned. "She dreamed that Legato and Midvalley and Knives were dead." Vash had already explained to them about the GHGs, his brother, and his origins. Nothing was left out. Amazingly, they took it relatively well.
"Oh, how horrible!" She replied. "Poor girl...."
Vash bit his lip. "I just can't picture Knives being a father....and me being an uncle!"
"Well, get used to it! She's your direct kin," I said, and sat down at my place again. "I can't see Legato being a babysitter."
"Yeah...that blue-haired guy didn't look like much." Meryl quietly sipped her coffee, making her remark softly.
Vash looked at the sleeping child. "I can't help but feel that we're doing the wrong thing by taking her with us..."
"We're not," I said firmly. "If Legato was left in charge of this kid, he's probably happy she's gone! Midvalley...he liked kids. Wasn't the best rolemodel, but liked kids."
Eden murmured something in her sleep, but this time a smile crossed her face. I smiled and shook my head.
Millie yawned, and stood up. "Aaaah, well, I think we better be getting to bed."
Me and Vash caught the hint, and stood up. "Goodnight, girls!"
"Night-night! See you in the morning," She said to both of us. Meryl made her own goodnights, then watched as we left for our own hotel room.
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(A/N: Midvalley's P.O.V.)
It was like I had lost Sylvia. I couldn't stand it. Something was missing when I wasn't taking care of Master's Knives' daughter.
Legato roused in the bed adjacent to mine. Money being tight, we only had enough for one. But it was a good one, Legato made sure of that. He was happy that Eden was gone; he was like a different person.
"Finally some time...alone," He had said earlier, smiling. He really hated kids.
I felt a wave of guilt after seeing that Eden wasn't with us. Legato was really getting the hang of traveling with his mind, but...it wasn't to a perfection yet. Master Knives really got mad at him, leaving a series of wounds on his chest. I got away with only a mental reminder of who was the superior, thank God. If Chapel were here, I'd make him let me use that stupid little confessional of his.
Chapel...he always had loved children. I knew Eden was in good hands, if he were with him. Master's brother, Vash, seemed like a good man too. I wasn't too worried. The only thing that hurt me about leaving her was how she must've felt. I mean, it was her birthday...and her two favorite babysitters left her!
"Midvalley, stop dwelling and go to sleep." Legato's long drawl made me jump.
I sighed. "I....Yes, Legato."
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(A/N: Knives' P.O.V.)
I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. It was so freaking empty around the mansion, without my Eden. Without my butterfly. Without my sun, my moon, my star. Without her.
It felt like that time that I had left her mother. Ah, her mother...she had been so beautiful. It was the first time I felt love. I ate it, I drank it...until I left her. She had gone to another man. Then I couldn't eat, and I couldn't sleep. It was horrible...her long, smiling face haunted my dreams and visited me in the day.
"Aramantha," I whispered. That had been her name, her beautiful name. If I did believe in God, I would've prayed for her to return. But I didn't, so I prayed to the stars. They didn't answer.
Legato had frowned whenever I was with her. I think he was jealous...but, as I once told him, I don't swing that way. Midvalley didn't either. So Legato was alone, but smiled once more when she left me for that other spider. I hated him for it.
Then...Eden came about. Aramantha died in giving me my Eden, my butterfly, my very world. I cried that day for what? The second, the third time? I can't remember. I won't remember. It hurts too much. I hate pain.
I remember this, though. I remember, very vividly, how Eden's voice sounded. How her face glowed, how her laughter rang through the empty living space. I used to love silence, I used to bathe in it. After Aramantha left...it was the only thing I had. I ate it, I drank it.
But now...it scared me. That wasn't an easy thing, to scare a superior being. I was only afraid of four things: Vash dying, Eden dying, silence, and dying alone. These things frightened me to my very soul.
How did I cover these fears up? I killed. I drank the blood of the accursed spiders, I ate their flesh sometimes. Not alot...it would've disgraced my own flesh to eat something so...so...impure. But for all of the things they did to my brother and my kind...their death tasted sugar-sweet.
Alas....when I was alone....the fears consumed me. I hated it. I surrounded myself with minions, with accursed spider minions...but they were there, I was never really alone. I could reach out and touch their minds, to fell that certain feeling that I didn't have.
Sleep, I realized, was not far away. I looked at my coffee cup, and drank the rest of it's contents. The relaxers in it took effect, and I was soon fast asleep on the kitchen bar.
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More later.
-Midvalley's Sylvia
Vashie-kun: Wha? Who, me?
Author: DUH! Hai, hai, hai!
Vashie-Kun: Oh. Heeeeey! I'm out of donuts again!!!
Author: Here's a twenty, go get some. AND GET BACK HERE, I NEED TO WRITE! .::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.::.
(A/N: Eden's P.O.V.)
Unca middie wasn't saying anything...he was just sitting there with his sad eyes...like someone had taked Sylvia...
"Unca Middie?" I tugged at his shirt sleeve. He didn't notice.
Unca Lega came next. He didn't breathe....he just sat there on his chair. His eyes were closed. "U-Unca Lega? Unca Legato, I'm scared...."
I saw something trickle down his hand. It was dark dark red....I touched it, the cold liquid chilling me. It was blood.
I started to cry, and went on looking in my house. I went in my room, and found my daddy.
"Daddy? Daddy...I think Unca Middia and Unca Lega are hurt! Daadddy!!" I reached out to grab his hand, to make him look at me. It was cold.
Daddy had taught me what that meant. I don't think he meant to, but...I heard him say how delightful it was to feel the coldness in dead people. So...this meant Daddy was...dead?
I cried, and hugged him to me. His eyes were open, and pierced me straight through, it seemed. His heart didn't have that sound I liked to listen to sometimes, when I had trouble sleeping at night. He would hug me, and rock me back and forth until I went to sleep...
I woke up, crying. The lights were dim, because the grown-ups were all talking together, seated at a table in the room. Mr. Wolfwood looked up as soon as I sat up, and came to sit by me on the bed.
"Shh, shh...it's okay, Eden...it was just a dream..." He crooned as he hugged me to him.
"But-but...Daddy and Lega and Middie were all....they were all..." I shivered and whispered the last part, "dead..."
"It's okay...just go back to sleep, it was all a bad dream...." He gently laid me back down, and smiled. "Don't worry, your daddy and Midvalley and Legato are alright...nothing bad has happened to them..."
I started to raise up again, saying, "But I saw the-"
He gently made me lay back down, and put a finger to my lips. "You, my dear child, need sleep. It was all a dream. Do you think that your daddy would just leave you?"
"N-no...."
"Well, then, it was all a dream, then."
"I..." I yawned. "O-okay...'night, Mr. Wolfwood."
He smiled. "Just call me Wolfwood, thanks."
"O...okay...." And with those words, I was asleep again.
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(A/N: Wolfwood's P.O.V.)
I watched the small halfling fall back asleep. My mind stood still for a moment...I was in my element, I was with a child. She looked so peaceful.
"Wow, Wolfwood. You're really really good with kids," Vash quietly remarked, smiling.
I stood up. "I've always had a knack for kid stuff."
Millie smiled. Lord, that smile melted me like icecream.... "What was she having a nightmare about?"
I frowned. "She dreamed that Legato and Midvalley and Knives were dead." Vash had already explained to them about the GHGs, his brother, and his origins. Nothing was left out. Amazingly, they took it relatively well.
"Oh, how horrible!" She replied. "Poor girl...."
Vash bit his lip. "I just can't picture Knives being a father....and me being an uncle!"
"Well, get used to it! She's your direct kin," I said, and sat down at my place again. "I can't see Legato being a babysitter."
"Yeah...that blue-haired guy didn't look like much." Meryl quietly sipped her coffee, making her remark softly.
Vash looked at the sleeping child. "I can't help but feel that we're doing the wrong thing by taking her with us..."
"We're not," I said firmly. "If Legato was left in charge of this kid, he's probably happy she's gone! Midvalley...he liked kids. Wasn't the best rolemodel, but liked kids."
Eden murmured something in her sleep, but this time a smile crossed her face. I smiled and shook my head.
Millie yawned, and stood up. "Aaaah, well, I think we better be getting to bed."
Me and Vash caught the hint, and stood up. "Goodnight, girls!"
"Night-night! See you in the morning," She said to both of us. Meryl made her own goodnights, then watched as we left for our own hotel room.
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(A/N: Midvalley's P.O.V.)
It was like I had lost Sylvia. I couldn't stand it. Something was missing when I wasn't taking care of Master's Knives' daughter.
Legato roused in the bed adjacent to mine. Money being tight, we only had enough for one. But it was a good one, Legato made sure of that. He was happy that Eden was gone; he was like a different person.
"Finally some time...alone," He had said earlier, smiling. He really hated kids.
I felt a wave of guilt after seeing that Eden wasn't with us. Legato was really getting the hang of traveling with his mind, but...it wasn't to a perfection yet. Master Knives really got mad at him, leaving a series of wounds on his chest. I got away with only a mental reminder of who was the superior, thank God. If Chapel were here, I'd make him let me use that stupid little confessional of his.
Chapel...he always had loved children. I knew Eden was in good hands, if he were with him. Master's brother, Vash, seemed like a good man too. I wasn't too worried. The only thing that hurt me about leaving her was how she must've felt. I mean, it was her birthday...and her two favorite babysitters left her!
"Midvalley, stop dwelling and go to sleep." Legato's long drawl made me jump.
I sighed. "I....Yes, Legato."
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(A/N: Knives' P.O.V.)
I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. It was so freaking empty around the mansion, without my Eden. Without my butterfly. Without my sun, my moon, my star. Without her.
It felt like that time that I had left her mother. Ah, her mother...she had been so beautiful. It was the first time I felt love. I ate it, I drank it...until I left her. She had gone to another man. Then I couldn't eat, and I couldn't sleep. It was horrible...her long, smiling face haunted my dreams and visited me in the day.
"Aramantha," I whispered. That had been her name, her beautiful name. If I did believe in God, I would've prayed for her to return. But I didn't, so I prayed to the stars. They didn't answer.
Legato had frowned whenever I was with her. I think he was jealous...but, as I once told him, I don't swing that way. Midvalley didn't either. So Legato was alone, but smiled once more when she left me for that other spider. I hated him for it.
Then...Eden came about. Aramantha died in giving me my Eden, my butterfly, my very world. I cried that day for what? The second, the third time? I can't remember. I won't remember. It hurts too much. I hate pain.
I remember this, though. I remember, very vividly, how Eden's voice sounded. How her face glowed, how her laughter rang through the empty living space. I used to love silence, I used to bathe in it. After Aramantha left...it was the only thing I had. I ate it, I drank it.
But now...it scared me. That wasn't an easy thing, to scare a superior being. I was only afraid of four things: Vash dying, Eden dying, silence, and dying alone. These things frightened me to my very soul.
How did I cover these fears up? I killed. I drank the blood of the accursed spiders, I ate their flesh sometimes. Not alot...it would've disgraced my own flesh to eat something so...so...impure. But for all of the things they did to my brother and my kind...their death tasted sugar-sweet.
Alas....when I was alone....the fears consumed me. I hated it. I surrounded myself with minions, with accursed spider minions...but they were there, I was never really alone. I could reach out and touch their minds, to fell that certain feeling that I didn't have.
Sleep, I realized, was not far away. I looked at my coffee cup, and drank the rest of it's contents. The relaxers in it took effect, and I was soon fast asleep on the kitchen bar.
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More later.
-Midvalley's Sylvia
