Vash? Knives? Trigun mine? Hahaha not likely, though sometimes I like to
pretend. But however that "black phantom," as he's named himself, is mine
*nods nods*.
Ugh, my computer went ballistic on me again. I'm currently very sure that my comps personality greatly resembles Knives' Sooooo, thusly my Comp is named after the mischievous genocidal cutie. A greatly apologize for making you wait again, but without further ado we shall continue! *blinks* I just rhymed. oops.
Knives growled lowly, this man was getting highly on his nerves. Sure he was good, and he was fast, smart too, but extremely annoying. Why hadn't Vash just shot him!? And what was with all the answers with several meanings? It was driving him insane. If he's a demon then he had to have been infested while Legato was alive. Knives shook his head on that one. It couldn't be, he would have remembered this particular gung-ho, and destroyed him a long time ago. No, he was too strong to have been one of Legato's puppets. Who and What the hell was this guy!?
Both the brother's eyes were drifting over the dunes, wondering just where he would pop up next. Vash was far to confused with everything to keep his mind straight. He couldn't even try to figure out the trick to the man's disappearing if he wanted to. Knives was too frustrated with the situation to try his luck. Sure enough the two were rewarded as the black-cloaked man appeared beside Vash, gingerly leaning on his shoulder like they were long lost pals.
The man smiled wryly as he glanced over Vash's left arm, his eyes showed enlightenment. "Quite a fine piece of work I'd say. almost looks real, coulda fooled me with that weapon hidden in it." He smirks " but you didn't." He chuckles some and disappears again. When he reappears he is standing next to Knives this time leaning gracefully on his shoulder. "Tell me Knives, was it one shot to take that arm off your brother? Nice work if I do say so myself." He smiles arrogantly at Knives "but I thought you didn't wish to harm your brother, seems like you've done quite a bit of damage. So much for that huh?"
Knives closes his eyes as the man talks in his ear, his fingers slowly closing into tight fists. His knuckles grew whiter with every word as his grip tightened, his fingers digging into his palm. Knives was tensing quickly, soon about to burst with anger, wanting to pummel this guy into the dust. He opened his eyes again as the shuffle of boots on dirt was heard and the weight of the man was lifted from his shoulder. He narrowed his sky blue eyes, riddled with hatred and annoyance, as he watched the man cross the sands towards Vash.
The shadow like man stoped before Vash and tilted his head to the side gazing at his mechanical arm. "Now, it's not quite fair at all with that gun arm of yours Vash, Seems to me like I'll have to remove it." He reaches a hand out to Vash's shoulder, his fingers outstretched towards the joint where the muscle and flesh attached to solid metal. Vash twitched bringing his shoulder back away from his fingers reach. The man frowned and shook his head. " This won't do Vashu.." He smiled and chuckled at his rhyme then disappeared. When he reappeared he was behind Vash, Knives' black revolver drawn and placed against Vash's left shoulder. "Tell me if I'm doing this right Knives." He smiled maliciously as his finger tightened on the trigger, his tongue moving over his lips as if spilling the blood of a plant were enticing.
Knives had had enough; this beast wasn't going to harm his brother if he could do anything about it. He snarled as something snapped within him and he pivoted on his feet. The inner plant was revealing itself in Knives as he called forth speed, agility and power from within. He pulled a fist back as he came at the man, and drove it forward as he yelled "Bastard!!!"
The cloaked figure was distracted with his want to draw blood on one of them that he hadn't noticed the others movement. He turned his gaze towards the yell, his eyes widening as the fist came at him and hit home. His head shot to the side with the great force the fist struck. Blood shot from his lips and spattered the ground, his weight dragging him down. The blow was powerful, and when he came close to the ground, he disappeared once more.
Knives paused a moment only to gain himself as he looked for the man seeing him gone again. He turned and grasped Vash's left arm placing one hand on his shoulder the other under the elbow to force it straight. He slid his hands, switching his left to grasp his brother's forearm, and his right on the weapon as he swiveled in the sand. Knives had recalled how Dominique the Cyclops could easily trick someone by disappearing. So he planned on aiming for the man's face when he appeared. Knives smirked to himself as he thought yes I'll have you now
All the while Vash was in a daze, not sure what was going on. First he had been held at gunpoint by this mysterious maniac, now he was being saved and controlled by his brother. What was he some toy in all of this? He was so confused. He glanced down at Knives watching him smirk, something was on his mind and he had a plan. Might as well not screw it up since he couldn't even piece together a plan himself, it was all to random even for him. So he allowed manual control on the weapon as Knives waited for his target to appear.
Sure enough the cloaked figure materialized before them, some feet away in the exact spot where he had made his entrance. Was he trying to run away? Knives quickly moved his brother's hand, pointing the weapon at his desired target. He noticed also that the man was still collecting himself from his blow, good, this was going to work. He then quickly opened fire, not ready for the kick Vash's gun gave.
Vash had to step back as his gun kicked. He had to right himself and sustain the weapon. Knives too had to resituate himself. He watched as the first bullet struck home, but a little too high. The hat flew off the man's head as he attempted to dodge. The gun whirred and continued its round of fire as the man ran, dodging the bullets just as careless as Vash would. Why wasn't he trying to disappear now? Knives had seen the tactic before and aimed in front of him a bit, and just as he had hoped the phantom stepped directly into the bullets path and it pierced his flesh. The bullet tore into his calf and came out the other side at an angle, having to have passed against bone. The cloaked man fell to the dirt, the force of his foot on the wound immediately crippling his run.
Knives smiled triumphantly and released Vash's arm and proceeded to walk over to his kill. Vash stood in disbelieve, Knives had gotten better since he last had a gunfight with him. His heart sank a bit, he was looking forward to using the, run-around-like-an-idiot-and-dodge-his-bullets- miraculously approach. He sighed then and shrugged as he too walked over.
The cloaked figure snarled from the ground and clasped his leg at his knee, rolling to his side and turning his face away from the sun and approaching brothers. Knives smirked down at him and placed his foot on the gun wound, applying his weight forward. He stifled a laugh as the man yelled out in agony. "Not so tough now, are you? Looks like we've out smarted you. Now, you better speak up and answer to our demands." He grew a serious look in his eyes as he glared down at his victim. As his gaze fell upon the pained face of the man before him, he found a familiar glint within the depthless golden eyes. This caused Knives to raise his brows incredulously and to pry further into the man's mind.
Vash came up beside Knives and scowled at his brother " Knives. release him." When he did not receive a response he placed a firm hand on Knives' shoulder. He gazed at his brother's expression and paused his demand to ask, "What is it?" Knives merely nodded down to the silver haired attacker, and Vash drew his eyes downward. The man appeared around their age, a young and handsome face as well. The silver hair was of nothing they'd seen before, but the golden eyes were very familiar. As the man cringed under Knives' foot the wind tussled his long ponytail, the suns catching the strands and making them glint, revealing as well a few lonely blue strands.
Vash raised his brows as well, a few blue strands in a head of silver, and golden eyes. He furrowed his brow and looked over the features of this man again and noted they too seemed all too familiar. He tilted his head some " Who are you?" There was no response.
Knives growled and drove the tip of his foot into the wound " Answer him damn you!" a pained groan coming from the man. " I. I . don't know." the man stuttered. This response only received more pressure applied to the wound. A loud pained yell followed suit. Finally Vash could no longer take it and pushed Knives aside. "That's enough." He kneeled to the man and frowned taking their weapons off of him and looking him over. "I think he's telling the truth Knives." He watched as the man reacted more like a scared child and backed away from them, before smirking darkly and waving as he disappeared.
"DAMMIT VASH! HE'S GETTING AWAY!" Knives accused when the cloaked figure didn't appear anywhere close by. Knives clenched his fists and turned towards his brother, a stern look on his face. "You shouldn't have stopped me, we had him at our mercy! We would have gotten answers!"
Vash shook his head as he rose " No, I don't think he would have told us. I don't even think he knows much of anything." He started to trek up the hill and found the sniping weapon the man used. He shouldered the gun and placed his in its holster then returned to Knives and handed him his gun. "He only knows what he's been told. I think someone else sent him, and I'm betting he's going to be in big trouble when they find out he failed." He sighs a moment feeling some remorse for the man. Something, just something about that "black phantom" wouldn't allow Vash's mind to be at ease.
Well that's it for this chapter I hope you enjoy. As long as my computer cooperates I'll have the next chap up ASAP! So please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Ya know I love hearing from you and it motivates me to write more! Anyway TTFN and remember . THIS LAND IS MADE OF LOVE AND PEACE!!!
Ugh, my computer went ballistic on me again. I'm currently very sure that my comps personality greatly resembles Knives' Sooooo, thusly my Comp is named after the mischievous genocidal cutie. A greatly apologize for making you wait again, but without further ado we shall continue! *blinks* I just rhymed. oops.
Knives growled lowly, this man was getting highly on his nerves. Sure he was good, and he was fast, smart too, but extremely annoying. Why hadn't Vash just shot him!? And what was with all the answers with several meanings? It was driving him insane. If he's a demon then he had to have been infested while Legato was alive. Knives shook his head on that one. It couldn't be, he would have remembered this particular gung-ho, and destroyed him a long time ago. No, he was too strong to have been one of Legato's puppets. Who and What the hell was this guy!?
Both the brother's eyes were drifting over the dunes, wondering just where he would pop up next. Vash was far to confused with everything to keep his mind straight. He couldn't even try to figure out the trick to the man's disappearing if he wanted to. Knives was too frustrated with the situation to try his luck. Sure enough the two were rewarded as the black-cloaked man appeared beside Vash, gingerly leaning on his shoulder like they were long lost pals.
The man smiled wryly as he glanced over Vash's left arm, his eyes showed enlightenment. "Quite a fine piece of work I'd say. almost looks real, coulda fooled me with that weapon hidden in it." He smirks " but you didn't." He chuckles some and disappears again. When he reappears he is standing next to Knives this time leaning gracefully on his shoulder. "Tell me Knives, was it one shot to take that arm off your brother? Nice work if I do say so myself." He smiles arrogantly at Knives "but I thought you didn't wish to harm your brother, seems like you've done quite a bit of damage. So much for that huh?"
Knives closes his eyes as the man talks in his ear, his fingers slowly closing into tight fists. His knuckles grew whiter with every word as his grip tightened, his fingers digging into his palm. Knives was tensing quickly, soon about to burst with anger, wanting to pummel this guy into the dust. He opened his eyes again as the shuffle of boots on dirt was heard and the weight of the man was lifted from his shoulder. He narrowed his sky blue eyes, riddled with hatred and annoyance, as he watched the man cross the sands towards Vash.
The shadow like man stoped before Vash and tilted his head to the side gazing at his mechanical arm. "Now, it's not quite fair at all with that gun arm of yours Vash, Seems to me like I'll have to remove it." He reaches a hand out to Vash's shoulder, his fingers outstretched towards the joint where the muscle and flesh attached to solid metal. Vash twitched bringing his shoulder back away from his fingers reach. The man frowned and shook his head. " This won't do Vashu.." He smiled and chuckled at his rhyme then disappeared. When he reappeared he was behind Vash, Knives' black revolver drawn and placed against Vash's left shoulder. "Tell me if I'm doing this right Knives." He smiled maliciously as his finger tightened on the trigger, his tongue moving over his lips as if spilling the blood of a plant were enticing.
Knives had had enough; this beast wasn't going to harm his brother if he could do anything about it. He snarled as something snapped within him and he pivoted on his feet. The inner plant was revealing itself in Knives as he called forth speed, agility and power from within. He pulled a fist back as he came at the man, and drove it forward as he yelled "Bastard!!!"
The cloaked figure was distracted with his want to draw blood on one of them that he hadn't noticed the others movement. He turned his gaze towards the yell, his eyes widening as the fist came at him and hit home. His head shot to the side with the great force the fist struck. Blood shot from his lips and spattered the ground, his weight dragging him down. The blow was powerful, and when he came close to the ground, he disappeared once more.
Knives paused a moment only to gain himself as he looked for the man seeing him gone again. He turned and grasped Vash's left arm placing one hand on his shoulder the other under the elbow to force it straight. He slid his hands, switching his left to grasp his brother's forearm, and his right on the weapon as he swiveled in the sand. Knives had recalled how Dominique the Cyclops could easily trick someone by disappearing. So he planned on aiming for the man's face when he appeared. Knives smirked to himself as he thought yes I'll have you now
All the while Vash was in a daze, not sure what was going on. First he had been held at gunpoint by this mysterious maniac, now he was being saved and controlled by his brother. What was he some toy in all of this? He was so confused. He glanced down at Knives watching him smirk, something was on his mind and he had a plan. Might as well not screw it up since he couldn't even piece together a plan himself, it was all to random even for him. So he allowed manual control on the weapon as Knives waited for his target to appear.
Sure enough the cloaked figure materialized before them, some feet away in the exact spot where he had made his entrance. Was he trying to run away? Knives quickly moved his brother's hand, pointing the weapon at his desired target. He noticed also that the man was still collecting himself from his blow, good, this was going to work. He then quickly opened fire, not ready for the kick Vash's gun gave.
Vash had to step back as his gun kicked. He had to right himself and sustain the weapon. Knives too had to resituate himself. He watched as the first bullet struck home, but a little too high. The hat flew off the man's head as he attempted to dodge. The gun whirred and continued its round of fire as the man ran, dodging the bullets just as careless as Vash would. Why wasn't he trying to disappear now? Knives had seen the tactic before and aimed in front of him a bit, and just as he had hoped the phantom stepped directly into the bullets path and it pierced his flesh. The bullet tore into his calf and came out the other side at an angle, having to have passed against bone. The cloaked man fell to the dirt, the force of his foot on the wound immediately crippling his run.
Knives smiled triumphantly and released Vash's arm and proceeded to walk over to his kill. Vash stood in disbelieve, Knives had gotten better since he last had a gunfight with him. His heart sank a bit, he was looking forward to using the, run-around-like-an-idiot-and-dodge-his-bullets- miraculously approach. He sighed then and shrugged as he too walked over.
The cloaked figure snarled from the ground and clasped his leg at his knee, rolling to his side and turning his face away from the sun and approaching brothers. Knives smirked down at him and placed his foot on the gun wound, applying his weight forward. He stifled a laugh as the man yelled out in agony. "Not so tough now, are you? Looks like we've out smarted you. Now, you better speak up and answer to our demands." He grew a serious look in his eyes as he glared down at his victim. As his gaze fell upon the pained face of the man before him, he found a familiar glint within the depthless golden eyes. This caused Knives to raise his brows incredulously and to pry further into the man's mind.
Vash came up beside Knives and scowled at his brother " Knives. release him." When he did not receive a response he placed a firm hand on Knives' shoulder. He gazed at his brother's expression and paused his demand to ask, "What is it?" Knives merely nodded down to the silver haired attacker, and Vash drew his eyes downward. The man appeared around their age, a young and handsome face as well. The silver hair was of nothing they'd seen before, but the golden eyes were very familiar. As the man cringed under Knives' foot the wind tussled his long ponytail, the suns catching the strands and making them glint, revealing as well a few lonely blue strands.
Vash raised his brows as well, a few blue strands in a head of silver, and golden eyes. He furrowed his brow and looked over the features of this man again and noted they too seemed all too familiar. He tilted his head some " Who are you?" There was no response.
Knives growled and drove the tip of his foot into the wound " Answer him damn you!" a pained groan coming from the man. " I. I . don't know." the man stuttered. This response only received more pressure applied to the wound. A loud pained yell followed suit. Finally Vash could no longer take it and pushed Knives aside. "That's enough." He kneeled to the man and frowned taking their weapons off of him and looking him over. "I think he's telling the truth Knives." He watched as the man reacted more like a scared child and backed away from them, before smirking darkly and waving as he disappeared.
"DAMMIT VASH! HE'S GETTING AWAY!" Knives accused when the cloaked figure didn't appear anywhere close by. Knives clenched his fists and turned towards his brother, a stern look on his face. "You shouldn't have stopped me, we had him at our mercy! We would have gotten answers!"
Vash shook his head as he rose " No, I don't think he would have told us. I don't even think he knows much of anything." He started to trek up the hill and found the sniping weapon the man used. He shouldered the gun and placed his in its holster then returned to Knives and handed him his gun. "He only knows what he's been told. I think someone else sent him, and I'm betting he's going to be in big trouble when they find out he failed." He sighs a moment feeling some remorse for the man. Something, just something about that "black phantom" wouldn't allow Vash's mind to be at ease.
Well that's it for this chapter I hope you enjoy. As long as my computer cooperates I'll have the next chap up ASAP! So please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Ya know I love hearing from you and it motivates me to write more! Anyway TTFN and remember . THIS LAND IS MADE OF LOVE AND PEACE!!!