Ownership, ownership. nope cant say I do..Oh wait that dark and mysterious
guy is mine.
Chapter 14, better late then never ne? My computer had a virus, and I'm sorry it took so long to put this one up, let alone leave you all hanging horribly by the end of a string. Well no further comments, so here we go! *Rushes off on a Thomas, slips and falls on her head* ow.. I'm ok.
Vash's eyes widened at the sigh of the barrel, as he gazed down the grooved inner walls. What just happened here? He started to fidget nervously, teetering a bit and shifting his weight. " Kn.Knives.. Wha." Vash began, but he was sharply cut off.
" SILENCE!" Knives commanded as he growled and looked over Vash's shoulder.
Vash cringed away from the command and clenched his fists tightly at his side holding as still as possible. When he finally had the nerve to open his eyes and look to his brother he realized that Knives' gaze wasn't upon him but somewhere over his shoulder. So in order to get out of Knives' way he went to shuffle aside.
"Don't move..." Knives sternly instructed as his thumb went for the hammer. A slow click resounded as the gun tensed in his fingers.
Vash froze immediately and glanced nervously at Knives "What's.wrong?"
Knives' gaze shot back to Vash "I said be quiet did I not?" He watched Vash's eyes grow sad for a moment then serious as he turned his eyes away and idly to the sand at his feet. Knives grumbled slightly then reached out to his brother's mind to speak only to him. Something is out there Vash, I'm trying to pick it up but if you keep blabbering it makes it harder.
Vash lifted his eyes and frowned Then why do you have that gun pointed at me?
Knives sighed Because then who ever is out there will think that I have no idea they are there, so when and if I fire at them, they won't know what hit'em. But first I have to find them.
Vash's eyes lightened up a bit and he smiled, then nodded and slowly lifted his hands and proceeded to look annoyed with Knives Ok, I get it, how's this?
Knives smirked some as Vash gave him an annoyed look Just fine. "Now you'll behave dear brother and keep quiet.or I will add another scar to your body." His eyes turned to scan quickly over the sand as he finished his sentence. He narrowed his eyes some and caught a glint of something out of the corner of his eye. Knives growled and quickly swung his body weight around, pivoting on his feet and swinging his gun to his left as he aimed out over the sand and gently applied pressure to the trigger. Before he could get off a shot another rang out over the dunes and echoed sharply.
Vash watched helplessly as his brother swiveled the gun away from his field of vision and out towards the intruder. His brow furrowed as a light click came to his ears and he saw the glint of a weapon out over the dune. He knew by how quickly each thing was happening in sequence the other was faster than his brother. He snarled and placed a foot into the sand and launched himself at Knives, throwing out his left arm just as the bullet was fired. He reached Knives in time and felt something hard hit the solid metal of his prosthetic arm. He stopped himself short at Knives' right side and held his left arm just in front of his face protecting where the bullet would have pierced bone and flesh.
He sighed, relieved that Knives was ok. Then he turned his left arm towards the man, as things clanked and clicked into place, and soon his gun was wielded. He snarled into the distance as a dark figure stood, laughing lowly from afar. Both his and Knives' weapon were now on this man as he revealed himself, but still only looked like some malicious shadow against the grain of the desert. He was a tall figure, clad in black, face hidden by a wide rimmed hat. At his side he lightly leaned against a sniper weapon of sorts.
Vash narrowed his eyes at the man, his back to the suns causing him to mostly squint to still see him. He had heard a round fired by a smaller weapon, and the sniper would have been quieter, so why hadn't the man used the larger weapon? What weapon had the man used in the first place? Upon further inspection he found two smaller hand guns on either side of his belt, revealed to him by the wind as it whipped at the mans trench. The next questions that ran through his mind were; who is this man? And, Why had he wanted their attention?
Vash took a step forward and spoke out to the laughing fiend in the distance " Ok, now that you've got our attention, what do you want?" His hand right hand slowly lowered to his hip as he wrapped his fingers around his other weapon, just in case.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A low malevolent voice came, then a snicker as Vash lowered his hand. "I must admit you two are quite a team. But had you not helped, Knives would have been easily killed." He smirked widely, the smile the only thing noticeable behind the shadow.
Knives snarled at the man as his fingers tensed on the trigger slowly about to fire, but Vash raised a hand to Knives willing him to stop. He glanced at Vash then growled louder as he watched the figure. A low chuckle erupted from the man; he was amused with their actions, and was quickly getting on his nerves "Answer the question vermin!"
That got a stronger laugh from the shadowed man "Oh, a vermin am I? Can you be so sure?" he chuckled some more at this as he played around still avoiding the fist question.
Knives snarled again growing tired of these games " Stop playing head games and answer the damn question!"
The man just stood silently, his laughing ceased as he heard Knives demand " Tisk, tisk, such harsh language. You're no fun. What I want is precisely what is before me.."
Vash rose a brow " what is before you? You mean us? . Are you some sort of bounty hunter?"
A low shrug was seen on the black figure as he muttered " Maybe I am. maybe I'm not. which goes for what is going through your mind Vash, Maybe I'm human. maybe I'm not." He smiled once more at Vash.
Vash was taken back by this, something about this man wasn't right, not only from his appearance and how he was toying with them. But something about what occurred before all this, how he could read thoughts, had the man knew Knives was going to react as he did? Is that how he got the jump on Knives! Was he a human, but known as a demon, with special powers? No. then he'd have to be Knives' henchman, and that couldn't be. could it? He gave a sideways glance to Knives.
"No vash, I have no affiliation to your brother, but then. maybe I do." He chuckled at this loving to toy with the two.
Knives had had enough, this was grating on his nerves. He finally snapped and swiveled his left foot back behind him, his finger tensing on the trigger. Before he could even blink, or had the time to pull the trigger the cloaked man had disappeared and shown up along side Knives, his gun barrel pointed at his temple. " Temper, Temper, Perhaps I should take that toy from you." With that said the gun just disappeared from Knives' grasp. It appeared in the cloaked man's grasp, who was now back where he had once stood.
Vash was blown away, and he knew Knives was as well, but not that he would actually show it. He glanced at Knives and sure enough it was no illusion, the gun was gone, but Knives appeared more pissed off than amazed by the little trick. He checked his hip and found his gone as well, he snarled and gazed at the cloaked figure as he smirked and swung the silver revolver on his finger playfully mocking Vash.
This didn't look good, there was at least one weapon that the man couldn't get ahold of, but would he be fast enough to pull the trigger and land a hit with out getting his brains splattered on the ground before him? "No." was the simple answer from the cloaked figure as he laughed at his words. What kind of psychopath were they dealing with?
Vash sighed as he lowered his arm to his side, feeling the cold gaze of his brother upon him as he did so. He frowned, annoyance appearing in his own eyes as he admitted a temporary defeat and chose to just talk " Tell us who you are."
The cloaked man seemed to find this intriguing as Vash lowered his weapon, then he smiled and answered, " Names are irrelevant, but I'm known as the black phantom. And since you inquire about me, and I know enough about you two I suppose its only fair." He smirked and appeared on a rock nearby, sitting easily with one leg stretched over the edge, the other bent before him, his elbow resting on it and his hand draping over. He lifted his hand to the hat on his head and tilted it lightly so that the suns light caught his right eye.
A golden hue glistened under the shadows, and some of his face was revealed, and yet still not enough to identify. He smiled some down at the two and gave a curt nod before replacing the hat so the shadow covered his features and spoke "That is all you need to know." He laughs greatly as the wind whips at his silver locks, brushing the low ponytail across his back. " Hmm, you didn't find that funny? Pity. Well, I suppose I could let you two in on a little secret. I suppose you could call me a Demon.. Or a fallen Angel is a better term." After that he fell silent and disappeared.
Vash was confused now, these words, the things this man was spouting were boggling his mind, what did it all mean? He scanned around before him looking for where the man would appear again, and wondered just what was up his sleeve next.
Well that's it for this chapter sorry it came so late. I'll try to have the next up ASAP! So R&R as well and the quicker it'll be posted! JA for now!
Chapter 14, better late then never ne? My computer had a virus, and I'm sorry it took so long to put this one up, let alone leave you all hanging horribly by the end of a string. Well no further comments, so here we go! *Rushes off on a Thomas, slips and falls on her head* ow.. I'm ok.
Vash's eyes widened at the sigh of the barrel, as he gazed down the grooved inner walls. What just happened here? He started to fidget nervously, teetering a bit and shifting his weight. " Kn.Knives.. Wha." Vash began, but he was sharply cut off.
" SILENCE!" Knives commanded as he growled and looked over Vash's shoulder.
Vash cringed away from the command and clenched his fists tightly at his side holding as still as possible. When he finally had the nerve to open his eyes and look to his brother he realized that Knives' gaze wasn't upon him but somewhere over his shoulder. So in order to get out of Knives' way he went to shuffle aside.
"Don't move..." Knives sternly instructed as his thumb went for the hammer. A slow click resounded as the gun tensed in his fingers.
Vash froze immediately and glanced nervously at Knives "What's.wrong?"
Knives' gaze shot back to Vash "I said be quiet did I not?" He watched Vash's eyes grow sad for a moment then serious as he turned his eyes away and idly to the sand at his feet. Knives grumbled slightly then reached out to his brother's mind to speak only to him. Something is out there Vash, I'm trying to pick it up but if you keep blabbering it makes it harder.
Vash lifted his eyes and frowned Then why do you have that gun pointed at me?
Knives sighed Because then who ever is out there will think that I have no idea they are there, so when and if I fire at them, they won't know what hit'em. But first I have to find them.
Vash's eyes lightened up a bit and he smiled, then nodded and slowly lifted his hands and proceeded to look annoyed with Knives Ok, I get it, how's this?
Knives smirked some as Vash gave him an annoyed look Just fine. "Now you'll behave dear brother and keep quiet.or I will add another scar to your body." His eyes turned to scan quickly over the sand as he finished his sentence. He narrowed his eyes some and caught a glint of something out of the corner of his eye. Knives growled and quickly swung his body weight around, pivoting on his feet and swinging his gun to his left as he aimed out over the sand and gently applied pressure to the trigger. Before he could get off a shot another rang out over the dunes and echoed sharply.
Vash watched helplessly as his brother swiveled the gun away from his field of vision and out towards the intruder. His brow furrowed as a light click came to his ears and he saw the glint of a weapon out over the dune. He knew by how quickly each thing was happening in sequence the other was faster than his brother. He snarled and placed a foot into the sand and launched himself at Knives, throwing out his left arm just as the bullet was fired. He reached Knives in time and felt something hard hit the solid metal of his prosthetic arm. He stopped himself short at Knives' right side and held his left arm just in front of his face protecting where the bullet would have pierced bone and flesh.
He sighed, relieved that Knives was ok. Then he turned his left arm towards the man, as things clanked and clicked into place, and soon his gun was wielded. He snarled into the distance as a dark figure stood, laughing lowly from afar. Both his and Knives' weapon were now on this man as he revealed himself, but still only looked like some malicious shadow against the grain of the desert. He was a tall figure, clad in black, face hidden by a wide rimmed hat. At his side he lightly leaned against a sniper weapon of sorts.
Vash narrowed his eyes at the man, his back to the suns causing him to mostly squint to still see him. He had heard a round fired by a smaller weapon, and the sniper would have been quieter, so why hadn't the man used the larger weapon? What weapon had the man used in the first place? Upon further inspection he found two smaller hand guns on either side of his belt, revealed to him by the wind as it whipped at the mans trench. The next questions that ran through his mind were; who is this man? And, Why had he wanted their attention?
Vash took a step forward and spoke out to the laughing fiend in the distance " Ok, now that you've got our attention, what do you want?" His hand right hand slowly lowered to his hip as he wrapped his fingers around his other weapon, just in case.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A low malevolent voice came, then a snicker as Vash lowered his hand. "I must admit you two are quite a team. But had you not helped, Knives would have been easily killed." He smirked widely, the smile the only thing noticeable behind the shadow.
Knives snarled at the man as his fingers tensed on the trigger slowly about to fire, but Vash raised a hand to Knives willing him to stop. He glanced at Vash then growled louder as he watched the figure. A low chuckle erupted from the man; he was amused with their actions, and was quickly getting on his nerves "Answer the question vermin!"
That got a stronger laugh from the shadowed man "Oh, a vermin am I? Can you be so sure?" he chuckled some more at this as he played around still avoiding the fist question.
Knives snarled again growing tired of these games " Stop playing head games and answer the damn question!"
The man just stood silently, his laughing ceased as he heard Knives demand " Tisk, tisk, such harsh language. You're no fun. What I want is precisely what is before me.."
Vash rose a brow " what is before you? You mean us? . Are you some sort of bounty hunter?"
A low shrug was seen on the black figure as he muttered " Maybe I am. maybe I'm not. which goes for what is going through your mind Vash, Maybe I'm human. maybe I'm not." He smiled once more at Vash.
Vash was taken back by this, something about this man wasn't right, not only from his appearance and how he was toying with them. But something about what occurred before all this, how he could read thoughts, had the man knew Knives was going to react as he did? Is that how he got the jump on Knives! Was he a human, but known as a demon, with special powers? No. then he'd have to be Knives' henchman, and that couldn't be. could it? He gave a sideways glance to Knives.
"No vash, I have no affiliation to your brother, but then. maybe I do." He chuckled at this loving to toy with the two.
Knives had had enough, this was grating on his nerves. He finally snapped and swiveled his left foot back behind him, his finger tensing on the trigger. Before he could even blink, or had the time to pull the trigger the cloaked man had disappeared and shown up along side Knives, his gun barrel pointed at his temple. " Temper, Temper, Perhaps I should take that toy from you." With that said the gun just disappeared from Knives' grasp. It appeared in the cloaked man's grasp, who was now back where he had once stood.
Vash was blown away, and he knew Knives was as well, but not that he would actually show it. He glanced at Knives and sure enough it was no illusion, the gun was gone, but Knives appeared more pissed off than amazed by the little trick. He checked his hip and found his gone as well, he snarled and gazed at the cloaked figure as he smirked and swung the silver revolver on his finger playfully mocking Vash.
This didn't look good, there was at least one weapon that the man couldn't get ahold of, but would he be fast enough to pull the trigger and land a hit with out getting his brains splattered on the ground before him? "No." was the simple answer from the cloaked figure as he laughed at his words. What kind of psychopath were they dealing with?
Vash sighed as he lowered his arm to his side, feeling the cold gaze of his brother upon him as he did so. He frowned, annoyance appearing in his own eyes as he admitted a temporary defeat and chose to just talk " Tell us who you are."
The cloaked man seemed to find this intriguing as Vash lowered his weapon, then he smiled and answered, " Names are irrelevant, but I'm known as the black phantom. And since you inquire about me, and I know enough about you two I suppose its only fair." He smirked and appeared on a rock nearby, sitting easily with one leg stretched over the edge, the other bent before him, his elbow resting on it and his hand draping over. He lifted his hand to the hat on his head and tilted it lightly so that the suns light caught his right eye.
A golden hue glistened under the shadows, and some of his face was revealed, and yet still not enough to identify. He smiled some down at the two and gave a curt nod before replacing the hat so the shadow covered his features and spoke "That is all you need to know." He laughs greatly as the wind whips at his silver locks, brushing the low ponytail across his back. " Hmm, you didn't find that funny? Pity. Well, I suppose I could let you two in on a little secret. I suppose you could call me a Demon.. Or a fallen Angel is a better term." After that he fell silent and disappeared.
Vash was confused now, these words, the things this man was spouting were boggling his mind, what did it all mean? He scanned around before him looking for where the man would appear again, and wondered just what was up his sleeve next.
Well that's it for this chapter sorry it came so late. I'll try to have the next up ASAP! So R&R as well and the quicker it'll be posted! JA for now!