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Vash lay back in his blankets; his head resting on a stiff pillow with his arms folded behind it. He stared at the stars and frowned as his thoughts whirled in his mind. The whole evening neither brother had spoken to each other, they just sat in silence as the fire burned and crackled lowly. This wasn't going well at all, they were supposed to talk to each other, not ignore one another. He never thought Knives would end up being this annoyed with his ideals. Perhaps he really didn't know Knives as well as he had thought.
This bothered him, as more thoughts poured in through his mind, his eyes growing distant from their locked gaze in the heavens. Why had Knives so diligently sent people to destroy his happiness, to cause him pain? Why was Knives so set in his ways that he didn't even wish to try and see the other way around? How else could he help his brother realize his mistake? That was the whole reason he brought Knives back with him, not only to heal but also to see how beautiful a simple and peaceful life with the humans could be.
He heaved a sigh then, a gentle intake then release of breath through partially pursed lips. There had to be someway, now that he'd gotten rid of one of the soul weapons Knives used for destruction, to set Knives view of humans straight. Though he got rid of the angel arms, he couldn't put a barrier around Knives mind abilities, that's for sure. He wasn't sure how to counter those; he himself never learned anything of that sort. But he could try and educate Knives somehow, a large accent on Try.
But what could he do, this is where he was at a loss. Perhaps he could try and bring Knives back into a city again, he did get rid of the guns after all. But then, Knives could probably make a couple dozen or more human's heads explode with little effort. His nose wrinkled at the thought of that display and his mind quickly dismissed the images so his supper wouldn't end up on the sand near him.
No, there had to be someway that he could coax Knives into believing his words while they spent time in the desert. Another problem was found then, how to keep Knives from wondering off, sure right now he probably wouldn't try anything, or would he. He grumbled some and found that perhaps he wouldn't be getting quite as much sleep as he had hoped, no he would have to spend his nights half awake listening for any movement from his determined brother.
His eyes refocused as they slid to the corner of his eyes and he glanced at his brother. Knives was laying on his good side, which placed his back to Vash. His chest gently rose and fell with each breath, the rib cage trembling with each exhalation due to the damaged ribs. It apparently still was giving him complications, and no doubt quite a bit of pain. He knew his brother had a low pain tolerance but he hadn't complained at all since then, and was trying to cope with it even now.
Vash's expression twisted some in thought as he pushed his hands under him and rose to a seated position. It wasn't that late and he wanted to at least attempt a sort of conversation, he couldn't end their night of brother bonding on a bad note. He cleared his throat some, which almost seemed to echo over the very dunes as it broke the silence. Then he slowly spoke " Knives.. You asleep yet?" he asked almost like a child that couldn't quite get to sleep, afraid the monsters under his bed would get him, or in his case, that Knives would be angry with him and end up harming him.
A low grumbled could be heard then a sort of muffled voice "Yes." then silence.
Vash twisted his expression into another thoughtful one, almost as if he were confused and deeply pondering that response. He shook his head and continued "Well. ya know we haven't actually.just .well. talked." He stared off at the sand, looking at Knives' back wasn't exactly attention keeping; he found the dunes more intriguing.
Knives sighed and answered " Yeah. So?"
Vash frowned at this "Well. we actually have this chance to talk, and I don't want to let it just slip by in silence. I mean, when ever we'd meet each other we'd end up trying to double each others weight in lead." He side glances to Knives after hearing some shifting in the sand. Knives was now lying on his back with his head turned sideways to watch Vash.
Knives closed his eyes some then reopened them to glare at Vash a bit the dieing flame flickering in his dark blue eyes, making them glow eerily like sunshine through painted glass. "No matter what I do, you aren't going to just leave me alone and let me sleep are you?" He said this kind of dryly.
Vash smiled a bit and shook his head "Nope afraid not, you'll just have to try and remember what being a brother was like and talk to me." He watched Knives closely his smile faltering a bit as another lump seem to form in his throat. But luckily for him all Knives did was heave a sigh and sit up, then move so that his back leaned gently against the rock wall behind them.
He glanced towards Vash, still not looking amused but willing to actually cooperate and finally asked, "This better not be some way for you to preach to me how I should rethink my views and not kill the humans. Or some sort of waste of my time like that."
Vash shook his head " Its not I promise. though, it has something to do with your views." He sighs a bit thinking Knives will just go back to sleep now.
Knives raises a brow "What's that supposed to mean?" He pulled his knees up and draped his arms over them easily, loosely twining the tips of his fingers together as he waited for Vash's reply.
It was Vash's turn to raise a brow at his brother " . I mean I wanna know why you chose to do things you did. And I don't mean why you decided to kill humans but rather. why did you wanna cause me pain?" His eyes lowered to the sand as he frowned at this, looking hurt and saddened by those words.
Knives' brow furrowed some at those words and he watched his brother's hurt expression. "Oh." He muttered as he watched Vash gaze at the sand as if studying each singular grain was to take his mind off the pain those words brought him. He tilted his head back against the rock wall, the surface cold and lightly flattening his semi-spikey blond locks. He then replied, " I wanted to show you how much pain you caused me."
Vash lifted his gaze to look at Knives, his brow furrowing with question as the angle of his visage shifted a bit to the side. "What pain did I cause you?" his brow lightened a bit, hurt by the fact that he could have harmed Knives so badly that he wanted that sort of revenge. All those lives he'd taken, the friends he knew who were now gone, because he was the one to hurt first.
Knives sighed and closed his eyes as he spoke "I suppose it started when you contradicted my views, I was so sure I was right, and I hadn't thought you'd attack me like that. It hurt..." He saw the vision of their childhood in the recreational room.
A younger Vash kneels in the grass, his hands slowly wavering over a spider's web that a small yellow butterfly has gotten itself entangled in. As his fingers slowly tremble with anticipation with each gap slowly being closed. His hands gently cupped ready to pull the butterfly from the sticky net, to spare both creature's lives. Only to suddenly be thwarted by another hand, the small sound of thick skin breaking with a pop, and innards being crushed with a much too strong force. It twisted the young boys' stomach to hear such noises, they almost seemed to echo in his mind as everything happened in slow motion and the small life was extinguished.
"But I wanted to save them both" the younger replied. "You couldn't have saved them both, mine was the best choice. By the time we would have sat and thought about it, the butterfly would have died, and if you were to save the butterfly the spider would starve. Its simply foolishness to think you could save them both." An older answered. A familiar woman's voice contradicted his words "Knives they were both living things, you have no right to make those kinds of choices."
The scene played all to well in his mind, the words wracking his brain. He remembered how Vash had reacted as he continued to press Rem into how right his decision was. He could feel a solid form collide with his, striking him to the ground blindly. The force of the other impacting him sent them both rolling in the grass. Each blade served as a sort of sponge to absorb large amounts of shock, but it still hurt when they collided with hard ground.
He was below the other form, weight forced down on his stomach as two hands gripped the folds of his shirt near his neck. He remembered just how angry those tame eyes had been as Vash spoke his words, for the first time, and certainly not the last time they'd be laced with hatred dripping from each syllable. "Don't you see, I wanted to save them both you idiot!" He'd be frightened then, truly frightened by those words, never before had Vash shown such anger towards him, they'd always been real close.
Vash had been seeing the same thing in his mind; just like twins they tended to think the same things at the same time. Almost like ESP, that certain bond that was between all Twins. He frowned some "Oh.I see.." he fell silent then.
Knives nodded some and opened his eyes lifting his gaze to the stars as he continued to explain. "Even after trying to keep that woman alive for you, she committed suicide for the rest of her god forsaken race. We crashed on the planet, and you continued to defy me. That's what hurt the most Vash, I thought we could do things together, as a team, but you wouldn't see it that way. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I couldn't change what you thought. So as we went our separate ways, things happened, and you weren't there to protect me from them, to stick up for me, to be my brother. I suppose that's where the rest of my revenge came from."
He lowered his gaze to Vash then seeing him wince and turn his gaze away from the flames and his own eyes. " I also couldn't forget how you shot me, I just couldn't forget that pain, the first bit of physical pain ever to wrench through my body. I had to take revenge, I wanted to show you how much pain you put me through by not working with me. By striving for your views against me, I wanted to show you that you couldn't compete with me, that you'd eventually have to give in. But I guess that backfired didn't it. It just made you stronger." He then turned his eyes away, staring at a rock near his foot as if expecting it to move.
Vash frowned " but. how does that constitute you taking the people I cared for away from me! How does that make up for how your minions ended up creating that blasted title for me? How does that justify the many innocent lives you took!?"
Knives winced at this and shook his head "My hatred blinded me enough I suppose, and the great pain I thought you caused me was so little, but I'd only realized that after things happened. But its not like I'd go into a city and apologize for what I did, I wouldn't be accepted and those crimes weren't just something I could apologize for then walk away. And." he fell silent for a bit " And I suppose. I did a lot of those things because I was jealous of your happiness."
Vash fell silent then, Knives was jealous of him? That didn't sound right, but somehow it fit. Its like everything came together, maybe most of the reason now that Knives continued to fight and destroy humans lives was because he was jealous? Sure it made sense but it wasn't right. It just wasn't right, but it was what Knives was familiar with, the method was something he'd used for a long time now. "You.. Were jealous of my happiness?"
Knives snarled obviously hating to admit to that and barked back at Vash " YES! Yes, I was jealous that you were able to find friends, plenty of people to consider your family, so I destroyed them." He growled slightly his eyes flickering at the rock as if to make it explode. "It was like you found someone to replace me. I couldn't have any of that; our brethren couldn't give me that. Sure I could talk to them, and they could care, or worry, but I've never felt the warmth of an embrace since Rem. and after what the humans did, I sure as hell wasn't going to try and trust as single one of them with my feelings. And you.. You were gone; I couldn't just go crawling to you begging you to be there for me. My life was miserable and lonely in that damned ship, and there was nothing I could do about it. I dug myself a hole I couldn't get out of."
He frowned and watched Knives, he'd never realized the full length of the effect of them splitting. But in truth the way twin's work is they like being in each other's company, and are extremely uncomfortable when they are split up. This was the effect that had come to Knives, but hadn't occurred to Vash. He shook his head some " I didn't forget about you Knives, and regardless of what you did to harm me, I still thought of you as my brother. I still figured I could help you that you were still the same guy I knew underneath that mask of hatred you used all to often. I'm sorry I did that to you. But ya know, I'm here for you now bro, that's another reason I brought you with. I couldn't take the life of my own brother, and I sure as hell wasn't going to leave you out there to die." He smiled some.
Knives shook his head and sighed only growing silent to all of that, and then finally adding, " I don't know how you can still forgive me." He sighs and slides into his sleeping bag and turns on his good side. " . Thanks Vash." Silence follows then as his breathing slows and its as if Knives was finally able to relax.
Vash smiled and nodded some as he slipped back under his covers and spoke " Anytime brother." then fell into a slumber.
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Well another chapter and no new reviews. please I like hearing from you guys, even if it's a bad comment about how much my story sucks! . Anyway, here it is.
Vash lay back in his blankets; his head resting on a stiff pillow with his arms folded behind it. He stared at the stars and frowned as his thoughts whirled in his mind. The whole evening neither brother had spoken to each other, they just sat in silence as the fire burned and crackled lowly. This wasn't going well at all, they were supposed to talk to each other, not ignore one another. He never thought Knives would end up being this annoyed with his ideals. Perhaps he really didn't know Knives as well as he had thought.
This bothered him, as more thoughts poured in through his mind, his eyes growing distant from their locked gaze in the heavens. Why had Knives so diligently sent people to destroy his happiness, to cause him pain? Why was Knives so set in his ways that he didn't even wish to try and see the other way around? How else could he help his brother realize his mistake? That was the whole reason he brought Knives back with him, not only to heal but also to see how beautiful a simple and peaceful life with the humans could be.
He heaved a sigh then, a gentle intake then release of breath through partially pursed lips. There had to be someway, now that he'd gotten rid of one of the soul weapons Knives used for destruction, to set Knives view of humans straight. Though he got rid of the angel arms, he couldn't put a barrier around Knives mind abilities, that's for sure. He wasn't sure how to counter those; he himself never learned anything of that sort. But he could try and educate Knives somehow, a large accent on Try.
But what could he do, this is where he was at a loss. Perhaps he could try and bring Knives back into a city again, he did get rid of the guns after all. But then, Knives could probably make a couple dozen or more human's heads explode with little effort. His nose wrinkled at the thought of that display and his mind quickly dismissed the images so his supper wouldn't end up on the sand near him.
No, there had to be someway that he could coax Knives into believing his words while they spent time in the desert. Another problem was found then, how to keep Knives from wondering off, sure right now he probably wouldn't try anything, or would he. He grumbled some and found that perhaps he wouldn't be getting quite as much sleep as he had hoped, no he would have to spend his nights half awake listening for any movement from his determined brother.
His eyes refocused as they slid to the corner of his eyes and he glanced at his brother. Knives was laying on his good side, which placed his back to Vash. His chest gently rose and fell with each breath, the rib cage trembling with each exhalation due to the damaged ribs. It apparently still was giving him complications, and no doubt quite a bit of pain. He knew his brother had a low pain tolerance but he hadn't complained at all since then, and was trying to cope with it even now.
Vash's expression twisted some in thought as he pushed his hands under him and rose to a seated position. It wasn't that late and he wanted to at least attempt a sort of conversation, he couldn't end their night of brother bonding on a bad note. He cleared his throat some, which almost seemed to echo over the very dunes as it broke the silence. Then he slowly spoke " Knives.. You asleep yet?" he asked almost like a child that couldn't quite get to sleep, afraid the monsters under his bed would get him, or in his case, that Knives would be angry with him and end up harming him.
A low grumbled could be heard then a sort of muffled voice "Yes." then silence.
Vash twisted his expression into another thoughtful one, almost as if he were confused and deeply pondering that response. He shook his head and continued "Well. ya know we haven't actually.just .well. talked." He stared off at the sand, looking at Knives' back wasn't exactly attention keeping; he found the dunes more intriguing.
Knives sighed and answered " Yeah. So?"
Vash frowned at this "Well. we actually have this chance to talk, and I don't want to let it just slip by in silence. I mean, when ever we'd meet each other we'd end up trying to double each others weight in lead." He side glances to Knives after hearing some shifting in the sand. Knives was now lying on his back with his head turned sideways to watch Vash.
Knives closed his eyes some then reopened them to glare at Vash a bit the dieing flame flickering in his dark blue eyes, making them glow eerily like sunshine through painted glass. "No matter what I do, you aren't going to just leave me alone and let me sleep are you?" He said this kind of dryly.
Vash smiled a bit and shook his head "Nope afraid not, you'll just have to try and remember what being a brother was like and talk to me." He watched Knives closely his smile faltering a bit as another lump seem to form in his throat. But luckily for him all Knives did was heave a sigh and sit up, then move so that his back leaned gently against the rock wall behind them.
He glanced towards Vash, still not looking amused but willing to actually cooperate and finally asked, "This better not be some way for you to preach to me how I should rethink my views and not kill the humans. Or some sort of waste of my time like that."
Vash shook his head " Its not I promise. though, it has something to do with your views." He sighs a bit thinking Knives will just go back to sleep now.
Knives raises a brow "What's that supposed to mean?" He pulled his knees up and draped his arms over them easily, loosely twining the tips of his fingers together as he waited for Vash's reply.
It was Vash's turn to raise a brow at his brother " . I mean I wanna know why you chose to do things you did. And I don't mean why you decided to kill humans but rather. why did you wanna cause me pain?" His eyes lowered to the sand as he frowned at this, looking hurt and saddened by those words.
Knives' brow furrowed some at those words and he watched his brother's hurt expression. "Oh." He muttered as he watched Vash gaze at the sand as if studying each singular grain was to take his mind off the pain those words brought him. He tilted his head back against the rock wall, the surface cold and lightly flattening his semi-spikey blond locks. He then replied, " I wanted to show you how much pain you caused me."
Vash lifted his gaze to look at Knives, his brow furrowing with question as the angle of his visage shifted a bit to the side. "What pain did I cause you?" his brow lightened a bit, hurt by the fact that he could have harmed Knives so badly that he wanted that sort of revenge. All those lives he'd taken, the friends he knew who were now gone, because he was the one to hurt first.
Knives sighed and closed his eyes as he spoke "I suppose it started when you contradicted my views, I was so sure I was right, and I hadn't thought you'd attack me like that. It hurt..." He saw the vision of their childhood in the recreational room.
A younger Vash kneels in the grass, his hands slowly wavering over a spider's web that a small yellow butterfly has gotten itself entangled in. As his fingers slowly tremble with anticipation with each gap slowly being closed. His hands gently cupped ready to pull the butterfly from the sticky net, to spare both creature's lives. Only to suddenly be thwarted by another hand, the small sound of thick skin breaking with a pop, and innards being crushed with a much too strong force. It twisted the young boys' stomach to hear such noises, they almost seemed to echo in his mind as everything happened in slow motion and the small life was extinguished.
"But I wanted to save them both" the younger replied. "You couldn't have saved them both, mine was the best choice. By the time we would have sat and thought about it, the butterfly would have died, and if you were to save the butterfly the spider would starve. Its simply foolishness to think you could save them both." An older answered. A familiar woman's voice contradicted his words "Knives they were both living things, you have no right to make those kinds of choices."
The scene played all to well in his mind, the words wracking his brain. He remembered how Vash had reacted as he continued to press Rem into how right his decision was. He could feel a solid form collide with his, striking him to the ground blindly. The force of the other impacting him sent them both rolling in the grass. Each blade served as a sort of sponge to absorb large amounts of shock, but it still hurt when they collided with hard ground.
He was below the other form, weight forced down on his stomach as two hands gripped the folds of his shirt near his neck. He remembered just how angry those tame eyes had been as Vash spoke his words, for the first time, and certainly not the last time they'd be laced with hatred dripping from each syllable. "Don't you see, I wanted to save them both you idiot!" He'd be frightened then, truly frightened by those words, never before had Vash shown such anger towards him, they'd always been real close.
Vash had been seeing the same thing in his mind; just like twins they tended to think the same things at the same time. Almost like ESP, that certain bond that was between all Twins. He frowned some "Oh.I see.." he fell silent then.
Knives nodded some and opened his eyes lifting his gaze to the stars as he continued to explain. "Even after trying to keep that woman alive for you, she committed suicide for the rest of her god forsaken race. We crashed on the planet, and you continued to defy me. That's what hurt the most Vash, I thought we could do things together, as a team, but you wouldn't see it that way. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I couldn't change what you thought. So as we went our separate ways, things happened, and you weren't there to protect me from them, to stick up for me, to be my brother. I suppose that's where the rest of my revenge came from."
He lowered his gaze to Vash then seeing him wince and turn his gaze away from the flames and his own eyes. " I also couldn't forget how you shot me, I just couldn't forget that pain, the first bit of physical pain ever to wrench through my body. I had to take revenge, I wanted to show you how much pain you put me through by not working with me. By striving for your views against me, I wanted to show you that you couldn't compete with me, that you'd eventually have to give in. But I guess that backfired didn't it. It just made you stronger." He then turned his eyes away, staring at a rock near his foot as if expecting it to move.
Vash frowned " but. how does that constitute you taking the people I cared for away from me! How does that make up for how your minions ended up creating that blasted title for me? How does that justify the many innocent lives you took!?"
Knives winced at this and shook his head "My hatred blinded me enough I suppose, and the great pain I thought you caused me was so little, but I'd only realized that after things happened. But its not like I'd go into a city and apologize for what I did, I wouldn't be accepted and those crimes weren't just something I could apologize for then walk away. And." he fell silent for a bit " And I suppose. I did a lot of those things because I was jealous of your happiness."
Vash fell silent then, Knives was jealous of him? That didn't sound right, but somehow it fit. Its like everything came together, maybe most of the reason now that Knives continued to fight and destroy humans lives was because he was jealous? Sure it made sense but it wasn't right. It just wasn't right, but it was what Knives was familiar with, the method was something he'd used for a long time now. "You.. Were jealous of my happiness?"
Knives snarled obviously hating to admit to that and barked back at Vash " YES! Yes, I was jealous that you were able to find friends, plenty of people to consider your family, so I destroyed them." He growled slightly his eyes flickering at the rock as if to make it explode. "It was like you found someone to replace me. I couldn't have any of that; our brethren couldn't give me that. Sure I could talk to them, and they could care, or worry, but I've never felt the warmth of an embrace since Rem. and after what the humans did, I sure as hell wasn't going to try and trust as single one of them with my feelings. And you.. You were gone; I couldn't just go crawling to you begging you to be there for me. My life was miserable and lonely in that damned ship, and there was nothing I could do about it. I dug myself a hole I couldn't get out of."
He frowned and watched Knives, he'd never realized the full length of the effect of them splitting. But in truth the way twin's work is they like being in each other's company, and are extremely uncomfortable when they are split up. This was the effect that had come to Knives, but hadn't occurred to Vash. He shook his head some " I didn't forget about you Knives, and regardless of what you did to harm me, I still thought of you as my brother. I still figured I could help you that you were still the same guy I knew underneath that mask of hatred you used all to often. I'm sorry I did that to you. But ya know, I'm here for you now bro, that's another reason I brought you with. I couldn't take the life of my own brother, and I sure as hell wasn't going to leave you out there to die." He smiled some.
Knives shook his head and sighed only growing silent to all of that, and then finally adding, " I don't know how you can still forgive me." He sighs and slides into his sleeping bag and turns on his good side. " . Thanks Vash." Silence follows then as his breathing slows and its as if Knives was finally able to relax.
Vash smiled and nodded some as he slipped back under his covers and spoke " Anytime brother." then fell into a slumber.
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