I know that the ^_^ at the end of each paragraph are annoying (especially since you'd still see them even if I just massacred 10,000 people) but it's become too much of a habit to get rid of them.

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Chapter 28

The door opened slowly and Kurama looked up from where he had been sleeping. Vash trudged in carrying an unconscious Kat. He paid no attention to Kurama as he made his way to the bed where he put her down.

He shed his jacket to cover her not caring how cold it was in the hotel. Kurama shifted to yoko form but Vash stopped him from asking questions. The kitsune frowned slightly before shifting back to fox form and rejoining Saku on the couch.

Vash threw his boots into the corner and slowly made his way to the kitchen. He wasn't too disappointed to see that there wasn't any beer. He was too drained to even really care. He didn't even mentally complain when he found that the sofa was taken.

He wondered if he would be able to squeeze onto Kat's bed and after finding that it was impossible to sleep on the floor (evident by the cockroaches) he decided to join Kat. Indeed the bed was small, but it didn't matter to him, as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out cold.

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Kat awoke the next morning feeling slightly better.

She was still a bit drained but she felt much better after getting it off her shoulders. She breathed deeply and smelled Kurama cooking eggs and pancakes.

Kat frowned a moment before she realized that Vash had his arms wrapped around her. His face was contorted into a frown and Kat pitied him that he couldn't even sleep peacefully.

Sleep was supposed to make you look ten years younger not ten years older.

Kat lay there gazing out of the only window in the pathetic hotel room a while longer before she grew slightly bored. She leaned over and kissed Vash on the forehead hoping to ease his frown and smiled when he relaxed. She was able to slip out of his arms and into the next room without waking him up.

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Vash woke late in the day to Kat staring at him. He blinked a few times to make sure he was really awake.

Kat smiled, "Good. I thought you'd be out all day! Kurama made us breakfast so I saved you some and…What?" She stopped when she realized Vash wasn't feeling too great, "Are you o-"

He cut her off, "Last night-"

Kat cut him off trying desperately to change the subject, "So, like I was saying Kurama made some really god pan-"

"Why did you're parents ever break up?" he asked.

Kat bit her lip and a sour look came upon her face. Her teeth sank deeper than she wanted into her lip and it drew blood. The metallic liquid tasted bitter and she released her lip. She tried to drop hints by looking out the window but Vash wouldn't have it.

"They broke up because they couldn't handle the stress my brother caused," Kat started, "He was killed in a car accident. The driver was drunk and they swerved to avoid someone crossing the street. My parents couldn't handle it so they broke up. I was forgotten and that's how I ended up in foster care. My parents never remarried." There was a long pause before Kat asked, "Would you mind taking about this somewhere else? Kurama can hear every word I'm saying."

Vash nodded and they grabbed their coats.

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Vash waited for her answer.

"My Aunt came home and figured out what happened. I was covered in cuts and bruises so I think it was a bit obvious. She called the police and I was questioned. After a trial it was decided that I did it purely for defense so I was left off with nothing more than a warning. My Aunt bailed on me and that's how I came to live with my grandmother. She eventually died and by then I had moved in with Tanya. From there I think you know the story," Kat said very angry that he had brought it up again.

The lights form the deserted dance studio were the only things that made noise. They were positioned in the back kept hidden from view by the strange glass on the front of the building (that glass that makes it impossible to see in during day and impossible to see out during night). It was strange that no one had come into the studio. There wasn't even any sign that it was being used. Kat sighed with frustration as Vash sat there absorbing what she had said. Kat shed her coat and began to stretch.

"Guilt and regret go hand in hand…" she muttered thinking of something her teacher had once said.

"Didn't you feel guilty when you killed them?" Vash asked barely above a whisper.

Kat paused her stretching, "I felt so much hatred for them how could I possibly forgive them? No, I even now don't feel even remotely guilty for killing them." She saw his expression and stopped him, "I don't want to hear any of you're idealistic crap. You just don't understand. It's been years since that incident and I still don't feel anything. I don't feel guilty, I don't feel hatred and I don't want to hear about how I could have changed the situation. I know it was wrong but telling me that now isn't going to change what happened. Don't dwell on things you can't change. I'd be dead if I hadn't done it. But that still doesn't make it right does it?"

Kat sighed and continued to stretch. When she finished she stood and began to dance. Vash just sat there, knees drawn up to his chest with his head resting on them watching her float on graceful feet across the wooden floor.

(A/N: Must keep going… *falls over dead from lack of sleep* PLEASE REVIEW!!!)