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However any of the others I add into this little tid-bit are mine.
Whelp I guess an authors note goes here, Nearing school time, *bitter hurrah* yours truly is going to be a senior in HS. But I won't let my studies stop me from posting OOOOH no! You people are important to me! SO KEEP READING AND RESPONDING!! Please? *kawaiily nibbles on a donut looking like a puppy as she pleads for reviews and readers as well.* Ok, enough completely kissing your asses lol. on with the show!
Vash left that day with a heavy heart, and though it didn't seem like he was having a hard time leaving behind Millie and her funny little quirks, and Meryl's ..uhm, bitching. Ok so that was easy to leave behind, but that smile of hers, well he'd miss them regardless. They had been like a pair of teenyboppers, groupies following him all over the desert. No matter what sort of danger he was in they would follow. It's hard to leave friends like that behind. But still he trudged on through the sand, never looking back. His eyes never leaving the yellowing tint of the world to glance from the corner of his eye and over his shoulder at what could very well be the last he sees of that city.
No he had a promise to keep, and keep it he would. He never let a single woman down once he vowed to protect them, even if it were Meryl. Sure she seemed like she could take care of herself, but from being around her for a long period of time Vash knew that she truly longed for someone to be there for her. She may act tough as though she doesn't need help, but she wanted it. The reason for her stubbornness, she had a reputation to keep. She was too well known to take things into her own hands to let someone protect her and stand up for her. But he knew by the way she reacted when he embraced her, how she relaxed, that protection was all she wanted, and maybe a bit of love too.
Love, had that been what he felt when she fell into his arms? That warm sensation that washed over every fiber of his being and made him devote himself to protect her? Was that the true feelings he had for the woman? Had that been the drive for him to keep returning to them, promising he'd be back and in once piece? Was that why he'd promise Meryl his protection so suddenly? Yeah, maybe it was, perhaps he really had fallen in love with Meryl. Though he was entirely sure of himself, nor if she showed the same feelings towards him, but he would find out.
The twin suns beat down on his back, harshly mocking him with their heat. Knives had started to get heavy, and the amount of body heat was all most too much even for Vash to bear. But he continued on ignoring his aching limbs and half dehydrated form. He glanced lightly up at he positions of the suns, squinting his eyes at them and lifting one hand to place on his brow, shielding the light some, as if that would help any. He sighed and looked back down on the path, nothing but sand dunes lay out before him, an endless sea of sand. It was just about 3:00 in the afternoon, and only three hours had passed, but he had made startling progress in small amount of time. The city could no longer be seen behind him, but nothing was ahead of him either, so he'd have to keep moving.
He only paused for that short amount of time to look up and survey his surroundings, and then he continued moving again. He planned on walking through the desert well into the night then setting up camp somewhere In the middle of the desert. He was too afraid to drag his brother back into another town, it would be too dangerous, so for them he decided it would be best to talk things out in the middle of the desert away from any other life forms. As he walked he could hear his stomach gurgle at him, warning him that it wanted foot. He smiled lightly and patted his stomach as he spoke " Calm down stomach, we need to get a bit further yet and then I'll feed you. Donuts sound alright?" he almost actually expected it to gurgle back a response, but it didn't. It didn't stop either; it continued to make the gurgling noise until it realized Vash was ignoring his hunger.
More hours past as they moved through the desert, but Vash still didn't feel like it was far enough out and away from everyone, everything, no.not yet. As he continued walking his mind started to wonder a bit. He started thinking about how much of a mistake it was to have brought Knives back with him, to a city full of innocent lives, they didn't deserve what happened to them back there. How could he have thought that Knives wasn't going to cause trouble? He couldn't have changed his ways so quickly; he was a fool to think his brother was just going to lay dormant forever. He caused those people meaningless suffering, and now the city was half in ruin, it would take months for it to look the same as it had. He heaved a heavy sigh; it was a bit too late to be thinking about this now.
By the time he came out of his thoughtfulness he realized something in the atmosphere had changed. He finally lifted his azure colored gaze to stare out once more across the rippling tide of sand. He then realized the sky had turned a warm red color; the suns were setting, slowly disappearing behind the waves of sand. He paused and slowly surveyed the area. He smiled some as a cool breeze whipped at his features, it was signaling nightfall. He found a patch of rock nearby that could shield them for the night. He carried Knives over and gently laid him down on his back. He heaved a sigh happy at what he found, this place was far enough away from everything else, how he knew exactly he didn't know, but it felt like a perfect spot to set up camp. So he set his pack down and began pulling things out of his bag, mostly blankets and other things. He set up a bed for Knives and laid him on the blanket, he'd let him rest a bit more.
He stood and walked around trying to find bits of wood or anything dead they could use for a fire. Luckily he found plenty of dead and dry plant life and some pieces of wood. He walked back and sat some distance away and built a fire ring from some small rocks then set down the kindling and struck a match to set the bundle on fire. Once it was burning well enough to be fed, he put the larger pieces of wood in. In a short amount of time a large enough fire was burning. He had made his bed and even started to make supper by the time it was completely dark out.
Vash sat and silently stirred their supper while staring at the fire below the kettle. By his side were the two revolvers, the black gun Knives carried and the Silver one he always had by his side. He reached over and picked up the weapon, and stared down at it for a moment examining the gun, flipping it over in his hand as he frowned. He probably should have left the guns behind with Millie and Meryl. He glanced back up at his brother seeing that he hadn't moved at all from his spot. He heaved a sigh and stood, and put the food aside on a rock to cool. Then he picked up both guns and started to walk out into the desert. When he had walked far enough to only see a slight twinkling of fire he glanced at the stars. He then looked down at the weapons and spoke to his "you've been there when I needed you, but you've also been a burden at the same time.. Its time to say goodbye." He sighed and opened each weapon taking out the bullets and dropping them to the sand. He looked out at the dunes, and then narrowed his eyes as he thrust the guns out into the sand. He stuck his hands in his pockets and started to walk back to the fire.
Knives woke to a cool chill in the air and darkness, splashed with warmth to one side and a flickering light. He shook his head some as he pushed his hands under him and lifted himself to sit. He was stopped short as pain wrenched up his side and through his chest. He sat regardless and gripped his chest, wrapping his arm over his side and lacing his fingers around the rib cage. He felt a few misplaced ribs, they had been broken, and his shoulder was torn a bit, what the hell was that that hit him? He growled some and searched for his gun, but the more he moved the more it hurt and the quicker he found himself lightheaded. He lifted one hand to his brow and gently curled his fingers around his face. Get a hold of yourself Knives. He thought. He could smell something enticing on the air as he removed his hand from his face and glanced next to the fire where a kettle was set.
Vash returned and saw that Knives was awake, he carried more wood in his arms and kneeled by the fire feeding it more wood as he smiled at Knives. "Good your awake just in time for supper." He sat back on his blanket and watched Knives only getting a cold glare and no answer from him. "Ah. So I see your not very happy eh? Hmm." He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed "Oh, that's right I bet your wounds are bugging the hell out of you right now aren't they. Ah, gomen I forgot about bandaging you." Knives eyes seem to grow colder with that statement and Vash simply swallowed the lump in his throat, or at least tried to.
He sighed and searched through his pack pulling out some bandages then slowly crawled over to sit near Knives. He unrolled one of the bandages and reached for Knives arm to work with the shoulder. Knives pulled his arm from his grip and snarled at him. Vash simply dropped his hands and tilted his head at Knives, looking almost hurt because Knives wouldn't let him help. He sighed and set some things near him, bandages, stuff to clean his shoulder and some other things then moved back to the fire. "Are you that angry with me Knives?"
He stirred the food absently then pulled out some bowls and silverware. He gently poured some of the 'soup' into a bowl and stuck a spoon it the concoction. He glanced up at Knives seeing him tending his wounds and not even paying attention to him. He sighed and spoke "Knives." The response he received was another cold glare. He lifted his hand a bit, signaling for Knives to take the bowl from him. Knives simply looked down at the bowl then gently took it away and set it aside.
Vash sighed and poured some of the 'soup' into a bowl for himself. He set the kettle back over the fire and placed a lid on it to keep it warm. He took a spoonful of his food and lifted it gently to his lips, puckering lightly and blowing out some air to cool the content. He then tasted the brew and ate, it wasn't the best food in the world but it would suffice. He sat and ate in silence as Knives continued to bandage himself. He sighed and with out looking to Knives he said "Your foods going to get cold." Then took another spoonful into his mouth closing his eyes.
Knives glanced back at Vash then finished wrapping his chest. His shirt had been set aside so he wouldn't have anything in his way as he wrapped his wounds. He glances to the bowl and sets the unused bandages aside as he picked up his bowl and took a spoonful. He breathed in the smell of the 'soup' and wrinkled his nose at it a bit. But he lifted the liquid to his lips and ate some. It wasn't all bad, not the best, but still not bad. He ate his food in silence, neither brother saying anything to each other as they ate.
Meryl woke startled and gasping for breath. Sweat beaded on her forehead and gently trailed down her cheeks. Millie jumped out of her chair; it teetered on its legs before clattering to the floor. Millie quickly made her way over to Meryl's bedside and took her hand trying to calm her. "Ma'am it's ok, you just had a nightmare. Ma'am please do calm down." Meryl glanced to Millie as her breathing started to slow some, she looked around the room and didn't see any sign of Vash ".where.where's Vash?"
Millie shook her head " He left with Mr. Knives Ma'am." she frowned some at this.
Meryl didn't look happy "He. What?" She shook her head and shuffled in her bed trying to get up as if to go look for him, but she was caught by the pain in her shoulder and winced gripping it lightly.
Millie winced along with Meryl and spoke softly "You really shouldn't move Ma'am." She fell silent then, along with Meryl and helped to resituate her on the bed. ". He. He told me to take care of you, and. and I will Ma'am. I really will." She watched Meryl a look of sincerity in her eyes.
Meryl glanced up into those gentle eyes and searched them a moment "I know you will Millie." She felt a lump in her throat, and butterflies in her stomach as the meaning of that sentence dawned on her. "Y... you mean. He's not planning on returning to us?" Tears started to burn in the back of her eyes, but she narrowed them and shook her head "Well. good riddance I say. he.. He can leave us alone; finally we'll have some peace and get some work done, right Millie!"
Millie shook her head " No, Ma'am he said he had a promise to keep, so he's going to be coming back. But He's not sure when he'll be back." She frowned some "You really didn't mean that did you Meryl. Ya know about not wanting him around?"
Meryl frowned some and fell silent; she wanted Vash back, more than ever. He'd left her again, and she missed her chance a second time to express how she felt for him. She was too stubborn for her own good. She let the one man she had feelings for slip away, and though he promised to protect her, she wasn't sure if she would see him again. Especially if he left with Knives, anything could happen. The tears began to sting the back of her eyes again. She felt warmth on her cheeks as tears fell over them. She then fell into Millies arms and cried into her shoulder, she was afraid of losing Vash forever.
Well that's it for chapter 10, just a tad longer than expected. I hope you like it so far! Thanks to those who replied so far. Keep R&Ring please. Anyway I'll have the next chapter up ASAP!!
Whelp I guess an authors note goes here, Nearing school time, *bitter hurrah* yours truly is going to be a senior in HS. But I won't let my studies stop me from posting OOOOH no! You people are important to me! SO KEEP READING AND RESPONDING!! Please? *kawaiily nibbles on a donut looking like a puppy as she pleads for reviews and readers as well.* Ok, enough completely kissing your asses lol. on with the show!
Vash left that day with a heavy heart, and though it didn't seem like he was having a hard time leaving behind Millie and her funny little quirks, and Meryl's ..uhm, bitching. Ok so that was easy to leave behind, but that smile of hers, well he'd miss them regardless. They had been like a pair of teenyboppers, groupies following him all over the desert. No matter what sort of danger he was in they would follow. It's hard to leave friends like that behind. But still he trudged on through the sand, never looking back. His eyes never leaving the yellowing tint of the world to glance from the corner of his eye and over his shoulder at what could very well be the last he sees of that city.
No he had a promise to keep, and keep it he would. He never let a single woman down once he vowed to protect them, even if it were Meryl. Sure she seemed like she could take care of herself, but from being around her for a long period of time Vash knew that she truly longed for someone to be there for her. She may act tough as though she doesn't need help, but she wanted it. The reason for her stubbornness, she had a reputation to keep. She was too well known to take things into her own hands to let someone protect her and stand up for her. But he knew by the way she reacted when he embraced her, how she relaxed, that protection was all she wanted, and maybe a bit of love too.
Love, had that been what he felt when she fell into his arms? That warm sensation that washed over every fiber of his being and made him devote himself to protect her? Was that the true feelings he had for the woman? Had that been the drive for him to keep returning to them, promising he'd be back and in once piece? Was that why he'd promise Meryl his protection so suddenly? Yeah, maybe it was, perhaps he really had fallen in love with Meryl. Though he was entirely sure of himself, nor if she showed the same feelings towards him, but he would find out.
The twin suns beat down on his back, harshly mocking him with their heat. Knives had started to get heavy, and the amount of body heat was all most too much even for Vash to bear. But he continued on ignoring his aching limbs and half dehydrated form. He glanced lightly up at he positions of the suns, squinting his eyes at them and lifting one hand to place on his brow, shielding the light some, as if that would help any. He sighed and looked back down on the path, nothing but sand dunes lay out before him, an endless sea of sand. It was just about 3:00 in the afternoon, and only three hours had passed, but he had made startling progress in small amount of time. The city could no longer be seen behind him, but nothing was ahead of him either, so he'd have to keep moving.
He only paused for that short amount of time to look up and survey his surroundings, and then he continued moving again. He planned on walking through the desert well into the night then setting up camp somewhere In the middle of the desert. He was too afraid to drag his brother back into another town, it would be too dangerous, so for them he decided it would be best to talk things out in the middle of the desert away from any other life forms. As he walked he could hear his stomach gurgle at him, warning him that it wanted foot. He smiled lightly and patted his stomach as he spoke " Calm down stomach, we need to get a bit further yet and then I'll feed you. Donuts sound alright?" he almost actually expected it to gurgle back a response, but it didn't. It didn't stop either; it continued to make the gurgling noise until it realized Vash was ignoring his hunger.
More hours past as they moved through the desert, but Vash still didn't feel like it was far enough out and away from everyone, everything, no.not yet. As he continued walking his mind started to wonder a bit. He started thinking about how much of a mistake it was to have brought Knives back with him, to a city full of innocent lives, they didn't deserve what happened to them back there. How could he have thought that Knives wasn't going to cause trouble? He couldn't have changed his ways so quickly; he was a fool to think his brother was just going to lay dormant forever. He caused those people meaningless suffering, and now the city was half in ruin, it would take months for it to look the same as it had. He heaved a heavy sigh; it was a bit too late to be thinking about this now.
By the time he came out of his thoughtfulness he realized something in the atmosphere had changed. He finally lifted his azure colored gaze to stare out once more across the rippling tide of sand. He then realized the sky had turned a warm red color; the suns were setting, slowly disappearing behind the waves of sand. He paused and slowly surveyed the area. He smiled some as a cool breeze whipped at his features, it was signaling nightfall. He found a patch of rock nearby that could shield them for the night. He carried Knives over and gently laid him down on his back. He heaved a sigh happy at what he found, this place was far enough away from everything else, how he knew exactly he didn't know, but it felt like a perfect spot to set up camp. So he set his pack down and began pulling things out of his bag, mostly blankets and other things. He set up a bed for Knives and laid him on the blanket, he'd let him rest a bit more.
He stood and walked around trying to find bits of wood or anything dead they could use for a fire. Luckily he found plenty of dead and dry plant life and some pieces of wood. He walked back and sat some distance away and built a fire ring from some small rocks then set down the kindling and struck a match to set the bundle on fire. Once it was burning well enough to be fed, he put the larger pieces of wood in. In a short amount of time a large enough fire was burning. He had made his bed and even started to make supper by the time it was completely dark out.
Vash sat and silently stirred their supper while staring at the fire below the kettle. By his side were the two revolvers, the black gun Knives carried and the Silver one he always had by his side. He reached over and picked up the weapon, and stared down at it for a moment examining the gun, flipping it over in his hand as he frowned. He probably should have left the guns behind with Millie and Meryl. He glanced back up at his brother seeing that he hadn't moved at all from his spot. He heaved a sigh and stood, and put the food aside on a rock to cool. Then he picked up both guns and started to walk out into the desert. When he had walked far enough to only see a slight twinkling of fire he glanced at the stars. He then looked down at the weapons and spoke to his "you've been there when I needed you, but you've also been a burden at the same time.. Its time to say goodbye." He sighed and opened each weapon taking out the bullets and dropping them to the sand. He looked out at the dunes, and then narrowed his eyes as he thrust the guns out into the sand. He stuck his hands in his pockets and started to walk back to the fire.
Knives woke to a cool chill in the air and darkness, splashed with warmth to one side and a flickering light. He shook his head some as he pushed his hands under him and lifted himself to sit. He was stopped short as pain wrenched up his side and through his chest. He sat regardless and gripped his chest, wrapping his arm over his side and lacing his fingers around the rib cage. He felt a few misplaced ribs, they had been broken, and his shoulder was torn a bit, what the hell was that that hit him? He growled some and searched for his gun, but the more he moved the more it hurt and the quicker he found himself lightheaded. He lifted one hand to his brow and gently curled his fingers around his face. Get a hold of yourself Knives. He thought. He could smell something enticing on the air as he removed his hand from his face and glanced next to the fire where a kettle was set.
Vash returned and saw that Knives was awake, he carried more wood in his arms and kneeled by the fire feeding it more wood as he smiled at Knives. "Good your awake just in time for supper." He sat back on his blanket and watched Knives only getting a cold glare and no answer from him. "Ah. So I see your not very happy eh? Hmm." He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed "Oh, that's right I bet your wounds are bugging the hell out of you right now aren't they. Ah, gomen I forgot about bandaging you." Knives eyes seem to grow colder with that statement and Vash simply swallowed the lump in his throat, or at least tried to.
He sighed and searched through his pack pulling out some bandages then slowly crawled over to sit near Knives. He unrolled one of the bandages and reached for Knives arm to work with the shoulder. Knives pulled his arm from his grip and snarled at him. Vash simply dropped his hands and tilted his head at Knives, looking almost hurt because Knives wouldn't let him help. He sighed and set some things near him, bandages, stuff to clean his shoulder and some other things then moved back to the fire. "Are you that angry with me Knives?"
He stirred the food absently then pulled out some bowls and silverware. He gently poured some of the 'soup' into a bowl and stuck a spoon it the concoction. He glanced up at Knives seeing him tending his wounds and not even paying attention to him. He sighed and spoke "Knives." The response he received was another cold glare. He lifted his hand a bit, signaling for Knives to take the bowl from him. Knives simply looked down at the bowl then gently took it away and set it aside.
Vash sighed and poured some of the 'soup' into a bowl for himself. He set the kettle back over the fire and placed a lid on it to keep it warm. He took a spoonful of his food and lifted it gently to his lips, puckering lightly and blowing out some air to cool the content. He then tasted the brew and ate, it wasn't the best food in the world but it would suffice. He sat and ate in silence as Knives continued to bandage himself. He sighed and with out looking to Knives he said "Your foods going to get cold." Then took another spoonful into his mouth closing his eyes.
Knives glanced back at Vash then finished wrapping his chest. His shirt had been set aside so he wouldn't have anything in his way as he wrapped his wounds. He glances to the bowl and sets the unused bandages aside as he picked up his bowl and took a spoonful. He breathed in the smell of the 'soup' and wrinkled his nose at it a bit. But he lifted the liquid to his lips and ate some. It wasn't all bad, not the best, but still not bad. He ate his food in silence, neither brother saying anything to each other as they ate.
Meryl woke startled and gasping for breath. Sweat beaded on her forehead and gently trailed down her cheeks. Millie jumped out of her chair; it teetered on its legs before clattering to the floor. Millie quickly made her way over to Meryl's bedside and took her hand trying to calm her. "Ma'am it's ok, you just had a nightmare. Ma'am please do calm down." Meryl glanced to Millie as her breathing started to slow some, she looked around the room and didn't see any sign of Vash ".where.where's Vash?"
Millie shook her head " He left with Mr. Knives Ma'am." she frowned some at this.
Meryl didn't look happy "He. What?" She shook her head and shuffled in her bed trying to get up as if to go look for him, but she was caught by the pain in her shoulder and winced gripping it lightly.
Millie winced along with Meryl and spoke softly "You really shouldn't move Ma'am." She fell silent then, along with Meryl and helped to resituate her on the bed. ". He. He told me to take care of you, and. and I will Ma'am. I really will." She watched Meryl a look of sincerity in her eyes.
Meryl glanced up into those gentle eyes and searched them a moment "I know you will Millie." She felt a lump in her throat, and butterflies in her stomach as the meaning of that sentence dawned on her. "Y... you mean. He's not planning on returning to us?" Tears started to burn in the back of her eyes, but she narrowed them and shook her head "Well. good riddance I say. he.. He can leave us alone; finally we'll have some peace and get some work done, right Millie!"
Millie shook her head " No, Ma'am he said he had a promise to keep, so he's going to be coming back. But He's not sure when he'll be back." She frowned some "You really didn't mean that did you Meryl. Ya know about not wanting him around?"
Meryl frowned some and fell silent; she wanted Vash back, more than ever. He'd left her again, and she missed her chance a second time to express how she felt for him. She was too stubborn for her own good. She let the one man she had feelings for slip away, and though he promised to protect her, she wasn't sure if she would see him again. Especially if he left with Knives, anything could happen. The tears began to sting the back of her eyes again. She felt warmth on her cheeks as tears fell over them. She then fell into Millies arms and cried into her shoulder, she was afraid of losing Vash forever.
Well that's it for chapter 10, just a tad longer than expected. I hope you like it so far! Thanks to those who replied so far. Keep R&Ring please. Anyway I'll have the next chapter up ASAP!!