Trigun ownership you say? Nope, sorry pal wrong country; try just across
the world in Japan!
Whoo yeah, this is your reward for waiting, I put up two chapters in one day! Now your thinking, what the hell is going on here? Well, maybe you're thinking that, but I know your thinking I should just let you read this chapter to find out! Ok ok… Here it is.
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Vash and Meryl give each other worried glances before rushing off towards the room, with Vash's long stride he gets in front of Meryl and skids to a stop in Knives' room. He coughs a bit as he fans away the dust and notices a very large hole in the adjacent wall, debris riddle the floor. He glances around quickly seeing Knives was no where to be found "Where did he go!?"
Meryl catches up and growls "Ok Vash, I take that back about your record, this may have been your brothers doing, but he's related to you so I hold you directly responsible!!" She sighs catching her breath and then hears Vash's words "NANI!? HE'S NOT HERE!" This is bad, very very bad, there was a genocidal psychotic plant boy on the loose, who was apparently up to destroying a few things.
Vash shook his head, but their attention was drawn to something else, something which sounded like gunshots, and returning gunshots, followed by a few screams and another explosion. He growled and dashed out the hole that'd had been made in the house and around the side of the home in time to see his brother slowly stand back up and from a cloud of dust two guys leap out after him.
Knives was calmly sitting on his bed, minding his own business when something was launched through the window, his eyes widened as he realized it was an explosive of some sort. He ducked away as it blew and was lucky enough to avoid most of the explosion as it took out the wall. He dodged past the debris and out of the hole in time to see two men dodge out around the corner. He growled and chased them out into the street.
He reached for his black revolver, wrapping his fingers tightly around the handle and drew it quickly from it holster as he cocked the weapon and slid out into the middle of the street. He turned and held the gun steady as he yelled "STOP RIGHT THERE VERMIN!"
Sure enough his request had been granted, but the two smirked as they turned and fired at him at the same time. He raised a brow and began to return fire being grazed here and there. He was soon in a full out gun battle against them, but just as his gun had run out of clips he saw another explosive headed his way. He growled and dodged left falling to his hands and rolling easily onto his knees. He quickly grabbed a clip and opened the gun as he stood. He glanced up and with a flick of his wrist closed the weapon, just as the two leapt from the cloud of dust that had formed from the explosion, right towards him.
He raised the gun in defense and took aim at the first man firing off a shot as it rang out and hit the first man in the head. The bullet pierced through the skin right between the eyes and shattered the bone around it. It pierced through the fleshy insides as it made a clean hole through the man's brain. It exited out the back sending shards of bone, tissue and blood along with it. They body of the man still fell towards him; he prepared to dodge the body but was quickly struck down by the second man.
His back hit the dust hard as he was pinned, the two slid some way away from the body as it landed heavily with a thud and blood tainted the sand a crimson color. He glanced up with a growl as the man raised a hand and thrust a fist towards his jaw. It connected hard with his lower jaw and sent his head to the side as he continued to strike him. A barrage of fists rained down on him as the man angrily beat the shit out of him for killing his partner.
Knives barely had time to think, each time the fist struck his face it shook his thoughts and shattered them, he wasn't sure what to do, and he still had his gun. He raised his hand bringing the gun up and preparing to aim at the man's head. But just as he had decided to make this move, the rain of hits ceased and his wrist was grabbed harshly and twisted until something snapped. He let out a yell of pain, as his wrist was broken, and the weight of the gun left his palm. He glanced up at the man, only to stare up the barrel of his own revolver.
Vash watched on in horror as the two leapt from the cloud to attack Knives, they didn't realize how fast his brother could be, and it was too late even for him to react when the first man was shot in the head and quickly silenced. He felt his heart falter, he'd promised there would be no more killing, but it was starting again. He couldn't save that man; it was all happening too quickly.
His mind was reeling at all of this, and his attempt to clear his head was broken as his brother was struck down by the second. He felt someone come up along side of him and heard the startled gasp as Meryl watched, apparently surprised by all of this as well. He was just glad she hadn't seen the man being killed. He narrowed his eyes some as the man who fell upon his brother proceeded to punch the living daylights out of Knives, he was trying to figure if he should stop this, Knives had in fact killed that guys partner and friend, he deserved to be punched a few times. He winced some as it continued, ok that was a bit MORE than a few times.
It was getting to be much too much, so he gently reached for his gun and took a step forward, but someone's hand slipped gently into his and gave it a squeeze. He paused to look back only to see Meryl's expression had been concerned, her brow furrowing. She gave a sigh and watched him with sincerity "Please Vash, maybe you should reconsider helping him out." She glanced away knowing it would hurt Vash to see his brother hurt like this, but knew it was in a way for Knives' own good.
He frowned at Meryl, as a cry rung out. He glanced back over his shoulder to see his brother recoil in pain at his wrist. He spoke as he slipped on his sunglasses falling into his serious state "I have thought it through already." He then pulled his hand from hers and turned back towards the fight. He found that Knives' own gun was now pointed at his forehead. He paused again and quickly raised his weapon as the man spoke.
Tears were now falling down the mans face as he held the gun to Knives' forehead, his hand shook some as he yelled with a faltering voice "YOU KILLED MY BROTHER! … YOU, YOU ARE WITH VASH THE STAMPEDE!! YOU BOTH ARE NOTHING BUT KILLERS! THE REASON WHY WE CAME AFTER YOU WAS TO CHASE YOU FROM THIS PALCE! YOUR NOTHING BUT TROUBLE! YOU'LL END UP DESTROYING US ALL JUST LIKE JULY AND AUGUSTA!!" His finger tensed on the trigger ready to pull it.
Knives watched the boy before him, yes a boy, he appeared to be in his low twenties, and smirked some at his words "Your right, I was planning on destroying this place…so go ahead boy, If you've got it in you… pull the trigger, take my life!" He dared the boy to continue.
The words stung harshly, but the boy was right, they were trouble here, he should have known that someone would catch on that he was known as the Humanoid Typhoon, and they'd probably remember his brother as the one who'd gathered the Gung-Ho Guns. He shook his head and walked calmly towards the boy, he was too distracted with fear, anger and pain to realize that he'd come up along side of him.
He raised a hand and quickly caught the gun, wrapping his fingers around the trigger and pushing the boys fingers away, he pushed the safety on hearing a slight click as the boy's arm slacked and he lowered his head. He was surprised to find the boy fall back against his chest and sob loudly, wrapping his arms about himself as he tried to control the pain that coursed through him. Vash looked down upon the boy and pulled the gun away as he allowed the kid to lean against him. He glanced down at Knives and frowned some before grasping the boy's shoulders and willing him to stand.
A woman ran over and took the boy in her arms, clasping him close as he sobbed and wrapped his arms about her. She lowered her head to rest her cheek against his forehead and tried to comfort him as she too began to cry. Vash glanced down at the other man as his father fell to his knees and picked the boy up and cradled him in his arms. So much pain, and suffering had happened, why did this have to occur, Knives... He didn't have to kill that boy!
Knives stood and brushed himself off as he muttered under his breath ignoring the pain all of them felt, in fact he thought this was punishment enough for the abuse he'd received. He glanced to his wrist and cradled it easily in his other hand as he lifted his eyes to Vash. He was taken back by the cold glare he'd received from his brother then, but he raised a brow, as if asking 'what'd I do?'
Vash watched his brother calmly collect himself and not even bother with the people before him, not an apology nothing, and he almost seemed satisfied with his work. He growled and glared deeply at his brother as he walked over to him. He saw a smirk cross Vash's features as he approached; the bastard WAS satisfied with this. "Knives… you didn't HAVE to shoot to kill!! You could have spared his life!!!"
Knives shrugged a bit "Do you think if I would have spared his life, that he would have spared mine?" He shook his head " I Don't personally think they would have stopped in shooting me had they both survived."
Vash clenched his fists and shook his head "YOUR WRONG! He wouldn't have shot you Knives! You heard them, they were trying to chase us away not kill us! The explosives they used weren't strong enough to cause large damage to you, it wouldn't have been enough to kill you Knives!" He was almost brought to tears, both of pain and anger for all of this.
Knives scoffed and shook his head "What does it matter anyway… the moment that one would have fell on me, his gun would have went off and shot the explosive at his side, it would have blown both him and me away, it would have crippled him beyond repair and he'd be a vegetable. Me however, well you know I would have recovered in a short amount of time." With that he turned to walk away, his face a bit swollen from the blows he took.
Vash's eyes widened as he listened to this and he glanced at the body, Knives was right, the boy would have made a horrible mistake. He noticed that the gun was still in the boy's hand; he'd forgotten to drop it before he leapt and Knives. His brother had dropped his gun, only to get a hold of Knives'. He shook his head and followed his brother, in a way he ended up doing the boy a favor in releasing him of that sort of pain. But it still didn't justify that he took his life.
*There you go the sixth chapter! I hope you enjoyed it R&R Please, and the seventh will be up ASAP!*
Whoo yeah, this is your reward for waiting, I put up two chapters in one day! Now your thinking, what the hell is going on here? Well, maybe you're thinking that, but I know your thinking I should just let you read this chapter to find out! Ok ok… Here it is.
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Vash and Meryl give each other worried glances before rushing off towards the room, with Vash's long stride he gets in front of Meryl and skids to a stop in Knives' room. He coughs a bit as he fans away the dust and notices a very large hole in the adjacent wall, debris riddle the floor. He glances around quickly seeing Knives was no where to be found "Where did he go!?"
Meryl catches up and growls "Ok Vash, I take that back about your record, this may have been your brothers doing, but he's related to you so I hold you directly responsible!!" She sighs catching her breath and then hears Vash's words "NANI!? HE'S NOT HERE!" This is bad, very very bad, there was a genocidal psychotic plant boy on the loose, who was apparently up to destroying a few things.
Vash shook his head, but their attention was drawn to something else, something which sounded like gunshots, and returning gunshots, followed by a few screams and another explosion. He growled and dashed out the hole that'd had been made in the house and around the side of the home in time to see his brother slowly stand back up and from a cloud of dust two guys leap out after him.
Knives was calmly sitting on his bed, minding his own business when something was launched through the window, his eyes widened as he realized it was an explosive of some sort. He ducked away as it blew and was lucky enough to avoid most of the explosion as it took out the wall. He dodged past the debris and out of the hole in time to see two men dodge out around the corner. He growled and chased them out into the street.
He reached for his black revolver, wrapping his fingers tightly around the handle and drew it quickly from it holster as he cocked the weapon and slid out into the middle of the street. He turned and held the gun steady as he yelled "STOP RIGHT THERE VERMIN!"
Sure enough his request had been granted, but the two smirked as they turned and fired at him at the same time. He raised a brow and began to return fire being grazed here and there. He was soon in a full out gun battle against them, but just as his gun had run out of clips he saw another explosive headed his way. He growled and dodged left falling to his hands and rolling easily onto his knees. He quickly grabbed a clip and opened the gun as he stood. He glanced up and with a flick of his wrist closed the weapon, just as the two leapt from the cloud of dust that had formed from the explosion, right towards him.
He raised the gun in defense and took aim at the first man firing off a shot as it rang out and hit the first man in the head. The bullet pierced through the skin right between the eyes and shattered the bone around it. It pierced through the fleshy insides as it made a clean hole through the man's brain. It exited out the back sending shards of bone, tissue and blood along with it. They body of the man still fell towards him; he prepared to dodge the body but was quickly struck down by the second man.
His back hit the dust hard as he was pinned, the two slid some way away from the body as it landed heavily with a thud and blood tainted the sand a crimson color. He glanced up with a growl as the man raised a hand and thrust a fist towards his jaw. It connected hard with his lower jaw and sent his head to the side as he continued to strike him. A barrage of fists rained down on him as the man angrily beat the shit out of him for killing his partner.
Knives barely had time to think, each time the fist struck his face it shook his thoughts and shattered them, he wasn't sure what to do, and he still had his gun. He raised his hand bringing the gun up and preparing to aim at the man's head. But just as he had decided to make this move, the rain of hits ceased and his wrist was grabbed harshly and twisted until something snapped. He let out a yell of pain, as his wrist was broken, and the weight of the gun left his palm. He glanced up at the man, only to stare up the barrel of his own revolver.
Vash watched on in horror as the two leapt from the cloud to attack Knives, they didn't realize how fast his brother could be, and it was too late even for him to react when the first man was shot in the head and quickly silenced. He felt his heart falter, he'd promised there would be no more killing, but it was starting again. He couldn't save that man; it was all happening too quickly.
His mind was reeling at all of this, and his attempt to clear his head was broken as his brother was struck down by the second. He felt someone come up along side of him and heard the startled gasp as Meryl watched, apparently surprised by all of this as well. He was just glad she hadn't seen the man being killed. He narrowed his eyes some as the man who fell upon his brother proceeded to punch the living daylights out of Knives, he was trying to figure if he should stop this, Knives had in fact killed that guys partner and friend, he deserved to be punched a few times. He winced some as it continued, ok that was a bit MORE than a few times.
It was getting to be much too much, so he gently reached for his gun and took a step forward, but someone's hand slipped gently into his and gave it a squeeze. He paused to look back only to see Meryl's expression had been concerned, her brow furrowing. She gave a sigh and watched him with sincerity "Please Vash, maybe you should reconsider helping him out." She glanced away knowing it would hurt Vash to see his brother hurt like this, but knew it was in a way for Knives' own good.
He frowned at Meryl, as a cry rung out. He glanced back over his shoulder to see his brother recoil in pain at his wrist. He spoke as he slipped on his sunglasses falling into his serious state "I have thought it through already." He then pulled his hand from hers and turned back towards the fight. He found that Knives' own gun was now pointed at his forehead. He paused again and quickly raised his weapon as the man spoke.
Tears were now falling down the mans face as he held the gun to Knives' forehead, his hand shook some as he yelled with a faltering voice "YOU KILLED MY BROTHER! … YOU, YOU ARE WITH VASH THE STAMPEDE!! YOU BOTH ARE NOTHING BUT KILLERS! THE REASON WHY WE CAME AFTER YOU WAS TO CHASE YOU FROM THIS PALCE! YOUR NOTHING BUT TROUBLE! YOU'LL END UP DESTROYING US ALL JUST LIKE JULY AND AUGUSTA!!" His finger tensed on the trigger ready to pull it.
Knives watched the boy before him, yes a boy, he appeared to be in his low twenties, and smirked some at his words "Your right, I was planning on destroying this place…so go ahead boy, If you've got it in you… pull the trigger, take my life!" He dared the boy to continue.
The words stung harshly, but the boy was right, they were trouble here, he should have known that someone would catch on that he was known as the Humanoid Typhoon, and they'd probably remember his brother as the one who'd gathered the Gung-Ho Guns. He shook his head and walked calmly towards the boy, he was too distracted with fear, anger and pain to realize that he'd come up along side of him.
He raised a hand and quickly caught the gun, wrapping his fingers around the trigger and pushing the boys fingers away, he pushed the safety on hearing a slight click as the boy's arm slacked and he lowered his head. He was surprised to find the boy fall back against his chest and sob loudly, wrapping his arms about himself as he tried to control the pain that coursed through him. Vash looked down upon the boy and pulled the gun away as he allowed the kid to lean against him. He glanced down at Knives and frowned some before grasping the boy's shoulders and willing him to stand.
A woman ran over and took the boy in her arms, clasping him close as he sobbed and wrapped his arms about her. She lowered her head to rest her cheek against his forehead and tried to comfort him as she too began to cry. Vash glanced down at the other man as his father fell to his knees and picked the boy up and cradled him in his arms. So much pain, and suffering had happened, why did this have to occur, Knives... He didn't have to kill that boy!
Knives stood and brushed himself off as he muttered under his breath ignoring the pain all of them felt, in fact he thought this was punishment enough for the abuse he'd received. He glanced to his wrist and cradled it easily in his other hand as he lifted his eyes to Vash. He was taken back by the cold glare he'd received from his brother then, but he raised a brow, as if asking 'what'd I do?'
Vash watched his brother calmly collect himself and not even bother with the people before him, not an apology nothing, and he almost seemed satisfied with his work. He growled and glared deeply at his brother as he walked over to him. He saw a smirk cross Vash's features as he approached; the bastard WAS satisfied with this. "Knives… you didn't HAVE to shoot to kill!! You could have spared his life!!!"
Knives shrugged a bit "Do you think if I would have spared his life, that he would have spared mine?" He shook his head " I Don't personally think they would have stopped in shooting me had they both survived."
Vash clenched his fists and shook his head "YOUR WRONG! He wouldn't have shot you Knives! You heard them, they were trying to chase us away not kill us! The explosives they used weren't strong enough to cause large damage to you, it wouldn't have been enough to kill you Knives!" He was almost brought to tears, both of pain and anger for all of this.
Knives scoffed and shook his head "What does it matter anyway… the moment that one would have fell on me, his gun would have went off and shot the explosive at his side, it would have blown both him and me away, it would have crippled him beyond repair and he'd be a vegetable. Me however, well you know I would have recovered in a short amount of time." With that he turned to walk away, his face a bit swollen from the blows he took.
Vash's eyes widened as he listened to this and he glanced at the body, Knives was right, the boy would have made a horrible mistake. He noticed that the gun was still in the boy's hand; he'd forgotten to drop it before he leapt and Knives. His brother had dropped his gun, only to get a hold of Knives'. He shook his head and followed his brother, in a way he ended up doing the boy a favor in releasing him of that sort of pain. But it still didn't justify that he took his life.
*There you go the sixth chapter! I hope you enjoyed it R&R Please, and the seventh will be up ASAP!*