| Chapter 6 |
* Gypsy, sitting looking pretty *
"I swear I'll find the killer, Father," Marianne kept telling herself. The look of determination spread her face. She tightened her fist. "With Vash by my side, I will find him, and avenge my aunt's death." She swallowed hard from the heat of the desert. Her eyes kept looking ahead.
Knives was still studying her every move, from head to toe. A while ago, Vash had told him the whole story of how he met her, to why they're following her, mentally. It was quite a coincidence that she knows Vash a long time ago.
* A broken rose with laughing eyes *
But long before that, about 80 years back, Knives and Vash was a plant of Project SEEDS. One worker there was constantly abusing them, causing Knives' mind to trigger about humans. A lady named Rem Saverem, taught Knives and Vash many philosophies, including telling them that human kind are not always evil. She was the only one Vash and Knives could trust.
Killing Rem was a mistake. She took good care of him and his brother, but her love for humans caused her own death. It was her decision, her fault that she died. But Knives was the one who made that happen.
* You're a mystery, always running wild *
Vash on the other hand, found proof that human kind are gentle and caring creatures. They hurt and kill . . .because they are afraid, afraid of death. If everyone would not kill in this world, then everyone would be happy. That's one thing that Knives doesn't understand.
"Marianne?" Vash called to her. She turned to him, "Yes?" "How far is it?" he asked, a little bit of exhaustion in his voice. She turned back to the road, "A little further. You'll make it."
* Like a child without a home *
Knives looked over at his brother to see him running ahead to walk beside Marianne. He felt his heart harden; a new feeling he had never felt before. But most of it was the same feeling; he was angry at his brother for some reason. There was a word for that that he dare not use: jealousy. Knives shook it off him.
A few minutes later, Vash turned around to see how's Knives was doing. "What's up?" Knives didn't answer. Marianne smiled at him.
* You're always searching, searching for a feeling *
* * *
"Thank goodness we're there!" Vash cried out, almost collapsing. "C'mon," Marianne ushered. Vash quickly got up and walked in with her. Knives grumbled as he came in after them.
She walked them around the building until they reached a door, "This is my father's office. Please don't cause any racket while in there. He likes peace and quiet." Knives stared at Vash in a let's-see-how-you-do- here sort of look. Vash ignored him.
* That it's easy come and easy go *
Marianne put her hand on the doorknob and twisted it. Knives and Vash watched her. She took the first peek in and gasped. Knives and Vash's eyes widened as they watched her fell to the floor. Vash quickly went by her side.
Knives took a peek in and saw a man lying on the ground. His face full of blood. For a second, Knives wanted to laugh. "Such weaklings," he said to himself. Then he heard Marianne's cries. It was full of emotion and sadness. She hurried over to her father's body and shook it hard.
* Oh, I'm sorry, but it's true *
"Father!! Wake up, please!! Don't do this to me!" she kept shaking it until she's too weak. "No. . ." Then wrapped her arms around the dead body. Vash knelt down beside her, "You'll be okay."
She kept on crying. "Father. . .no. . ." Knives backed away.
* You're bringing on the heartbreak *
Marianne managed to stop crying for a moment. She laid the body back down. "You could've done this?" Vash stayed quiet as he helped her up. The whole office was splattered in blood. Her knees felt weak. She held on to Vash for support. And Vash gave her all the support she needed.
He once lost someone he loved dearly too. And there was no way whatsoever to bring her back. "I know how you feel," he comfort her. Knives watched them. The horrible memories of Rem's death came back to haunt him. Vash's screams was a nightmare. And he had witnessed it.
* Taking all the best of me *
"Father. . ."
"Rem. . ."
Knives slowly walked up to the dead body. He stared at it for a while. Vash looked up at his brother, "Knives?"
* You're bringing on the heartbreak *
Marianne gathered up enough energy to stand up again. She took a long last glance at her loving father. "I love you." She sighed and turned to Vash, "Thank you, Vash. I needed it." She walked out the office, the two brothers followed.
* * *
The three of them continued walking. Even though Marianne had no clue of where their next destination is. She was silently mourning.
* Can't you see? *
Vash fell behind to walk with his brother, who a little annoyed. "You okay?" he asked Knives. "Why wouldn't I be?" Knives mumbled back. "I saw you concentrating on the body for a long time. What were you thinking?" Vash asked.
"Couldn't you tell?"
"No."
"None of your business."
"You could hear many screams in your head, can't you?" Vash asked seriously. Knives looked at his brother sharply, "How did you know?" Vash shrugged, "I can too. My screams since Rem died, the present screams of Marianne, and screams of others back then, you know, the ones you killed. You remember those cries?"
Knives nodded, "I . . . remember."
Vash gave him a warm smile and reached into his pocket. He took out the piece of paper and gave it back to Knives. Knives stared at it, then at his brother.
"I forgive you, Knives."
* * *
[ "Bringin' On The Heartbreak" by Mariah Carey ]
* Gypsy, sitting looking pretty *
"I swear I'll find the killer, Father," Marianne kept telling herself. The look of determination spread her face. She tightened her fist. "With Vash by my side, I will find him, and avenge my aunt's death." She swallowed hard from the heat of the desert. Her eyes kept looking ahead.
Knives was still studying her every move, from head to toe. A while ago, Vash had told him the whole story of how he met her, to why they're following her, mentally. It was quite a coincidence that she knows Vash a long time ago.
* A broken rose with laughing eyes *
But long before that, about 80 years back, Knives and Vash was a plant of Project SEEDS. One worker there was constantly abusing them, causing Knives' mind to trigger about humans. A lady named Rem Saverem, taught Knives and Vash many philosophies, including telling them that human kind are not always evil. She was the only one Vash and Knives could trust.
Killing Rem was a mistake. She took good care of him and his brother, but her love for humans caused her own death. It was her decision, her fault that she died. But Knives was the one who made that happen.
* You're a mystery, always running wild *
Vash on the other hand, found proof that human kind are gentle and caring creatures. They hurt and kill . . .because they are afraid, afraid of death. If everyone would not kill in this world, then everyone would be happy. That's one thing that Knives doesn't understand.
"Marianne?" Vash called to her. She turned to him, "Yes?" "How far is it?" he asked, a little bit of exhaustion in his voice. She turned back to the road, "A little further. You'll make it."
* Like a child without a home *
Knives looked over at his brother to see him running ahead to walk beside Marianne. He felt his heart harden; a new feeling he had never felt before. But most of it was the same feeling; he was angry at his brother for some reason. There was a word for that that he dare not use: jealousy. Knives shook it off him.
A few minutes later, Vash turned around to see how's Knives was doing. "What's up?" Knives didn't answer. Marianne smiled at him.
* You're always searching, searching for a feeling *
* * *
"Thank goodness we're there!" Vash cried out, almost collapsing. "C'mon," Marianne ushered. Vash quickly got up and walked in with her. Knives grumbled as he came in after them.
She walked them around the building until they reached a door, "This is my father's office. Please don't cause any racket while in there. He likes peace and quiet." Knives stared at Vash in a let's-see-how-you-do- here sort of look. Vash ignored him.
* That it's easy come and easy go *
Marianne put her hand on the doorknob and twisted it. Knives and Vash watched her. She took the first peek in and gasped. Knives and Vash's eyes widened as they watched her fell to the floor. Vash quickly went by her side.
Knives took a peek in and saw a man lying on the ground. His face full of blood. For a second, Knives wanted to laugh. "Such weaklings," he said to himself. Then he heard Marianne's cries. It was full of emotion and sadness. She hurried over to her father's body and shook it hard.
* Oh, I'm sorry, but it's true *
"Father!! Wake up, please!! Don't do this to me!" she kept shaking it until she's too weak. "No. . ." Then wrapped her arms around the dead body. Vash knelt down beside her, "You'll be okay."
She kept on crying. "Father. . .no. . ." Knives backed away.
* You're bringing on the heartbreak *
Marianne managed to stop crying for a moment. She laid the body back down. "You could've done this?" Vash stayed quiet as he helped her up. The whole office was splattered in blood. Her knees felt weak. She held on to Vash for support. And Vash gave her all the support she needed.
He once lost someone he loved dearly too. And there was no way whatsoever to bring her back. "I know how you feel," he comfort her. Knives watched them. The horrible memories of Rem's death came back to haunt him. Vash's screams was a nightmare. And he had witnessed it.
* Taking all the best of me *
"Father. . ."
"Rem. . ."
Knives slowly walked up to the dead body. He stared at it for a while. Vash looked up at his brother, "Knives?"
* You're bringing on the heartbreak *
Marianne gathered up enough energy to stand up again. She took a long last glance at her loving father. "I love you." She sighed and turned to Vash, "Thank you, Vash. I needed it." She walked out the office, the two brothers followed.
* * *
The three of them continued walking. Even though Marianne had no clue of where their next destination is. She was silently mourning.
* Can't you see? *
Vash fell behind to walk with his brother, who a little annoyed. "You okay?" he asked Knives. "Why wouldn't I be?" Knives mumbled back. "I saw you concentrating on the body for a long time. What were you thinking?" Vash asked.
"Couldn't you tell?"
"No."
"None of your business."
"You could hear many screams in your head, can't you?" Vash asked seriously. Knives looked at his brother sharply, "How did you know?" Vash shrugged, "I can too. My screams since Rem died, the present screams of Marianne, and screams of others back then, you know, the ones you killed. You remember those cries?"
Knives nodded, "I . . . remember."
Vash gave him a warm smile and reached into his pocket. He took out the piece of paper and gave it back to Knives. Knives stared at it, then at his brother.
"I forgive you, Knives."
* * *
[ "Bringin' On The Heartbreak" by Mariah Carey ]