Ok.so I am writing this the same night I wrote the authors note.so sue me!
I
had an idea and by everything that I will not mention I will write it down
you shiny navel
ticks! Ok.I am taking time off from my vaca-..well actually I'm not.I'm
sitting in
the hotel room on my bed writing with my mom's impossible laptop this just
goes to
show you I love you guys waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-..*gets dragged
of by
group of random anime characters.............is thrown back 5 minutes
later cuz they couldn't stand it* -aaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much. So yes.take
advantage of
my lovingness.but make sure not to touch my gun...or my knives (the
stabbing
weapon, not the genocidal maniac)...or other random instruments of
torture..and I
will stop rambling now.oh and fanfiction.net is being a butt so no
paragraphs in this chappie.
The next chapter! Wow!
*So.. on the first evening a pebble..from somewhere out of nowhere drops upon a dreaming world..*
What? Caught in the zone between waking and sleeping Knives struggled to find
out what was going on. He was about to open his eyes, but he caught himself when he
realized Reba was up and walking around. He didn't want to draw himself into a
conversation with a lesser being if he could help it. Why do I stay with her? He
questioned himself. He hated being anywhere near them, and yet, here he was, sharing a
hotel room, though thank God not a bed, with this, this.thing! This species of insect that
didn't deserve the mercy he was offering in the form their extinction. The infestation that
shouldn't have been here in the first place. It was all her faul-
*So.. on the second celestial evening..all the children of the pebble join hands and compose a waltz..*
Where the fuck is that coming from? He asked himself silently. He cautiously
cracked one eye open to see if maybe Reba was singing it. Although, she didn't strike
him as the kind of person to sing-.
*Sound life!*
DAMMIT!! That damn song. "Shut the fuck up already!" Knives screamed.
Silence. He opened his eyes all the way to see that Reba was no longer in the room. He
had just cursed the empty air. "How.?" His mouth hung open as he tried to solve the
puzzle.
*So..on the third celestial evening.... *
Knives groaned and held his head in confusion. "Rem! You're dead! I killed you!
Why do you haunt me?!" He yelled.
"..and if you keep your vision clear you will see the future."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, just shut up you bitch! Why do you taunt me with your
contradicting logic?" Knives hid his face in his hands. He wasn't crying, crying was
something humans do, he wouldn't sink that low. He was beyond emotion. At least, that's
what he liked to believe. Of course he wasn't. Only one other perso.er plant knew that.
And even that plant didn't know the whole story.
He only saw it from one perspective.
The perspective that that woman pounded into his spiky blonde head. Knives buried his
head deeper into his calloused hands as he remembered. He remembered the nice days,
artificial of course, in the rec room, the sunny walks, the chess games, but most of all he
remembered her. Her and her long ebony hair, her deep understanding brown eyes, her
always singing that song, and her love of red flowers. Rem. Just Rem. A human, just like the others, with survival instincts pounded in, just like the others, the contradicting logic
in trying to explain life, just like the others.
But she was different. She was Rem and that made her special. She was his
mother, and mentor for a time. Oh how he had loved her. Probably more than Vash,
although he didn't show it in the same way. His Rem. The only mother he could
remember, and he had killed her. Not on purpose of course, she had just felt the need to
be heroic when she could have lived. "It was her own fault she died" was the explanation
Knives had when she ran back to save Joey and the others. Of course he was hurting so
much inside he wanted to go in there and die with her. And when he saw the main ship
explode on the monitor he felt that it was him who should have been in there, not his
Rem. Then he had to think up an explanation for her action which caused him so much
pain.
He had wanted to save her, just her, and kill the others. They weren't worthy to
set foot upon the desert planet. It was an odd thing, he was hurting more than his brother,
and had wanted to grieve with him, when his mind started spinning into overtime, and
instead of comforting Vash, he found himself taunting him. He wondered why he didn't
cry for her. It was then he realized his perfection. They were the ones who were imperfect
organisms. The only reason she had been different was because he willed himself to think
of her as different.
This type of thinking had been planted (A/N: hehe planted) in his mind when he
had crushed the spider to save the butterfly that his brother so desperately wanted to live.
Both Rem and Vash had been appalled at his action, completely dumbstruck as to why he
would do it. Rem had added more of her unreasonable logic and Vash had almost beaten
him up.
Just over an insect.
And he knew he was right, they couldn't see it and Rem especially was amazingly
blind to the most obvious and simplest answer. She couldn't see it, because she was
imperfect, and she had impressed upon Vash the same thing. So it was all her fault.
After the spider-butterfly incident he began noticing more of her imperfections
more often. Only her death awoke the pain and hurt for a while and then his logic took
over again and his eyes were totally opened to the truth. Or the things he thought were the
truth. It still hurt him though. It was like losing a member of his family. Hell she was his
family.
He always carried the hurt with him. It was too great to leave totally behind. He
just chose to ignore it. If he ignored it, the pain would leave and with it the memories. If
he ignored it, maybe it wouldn't have happened. (FYI: All of that stuff was Knives
thinking)
"Hell what am I trying to prove? I loved her and I still do. Even with her
imperfections I had loved her like the mother I never had. I loved her more than Vash.
She was completely blind to the best answer and yet, I loved her anyway. I hate you Rem.
I completely and utterly despise you."
Knives laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "So this is how it's going to
be. Everything goes around and contradicts itself. I hate you for loving me and I hate
myself for loving you back. I hate you for pounding your idealistic thoughts into Vash's
mind and I hate Vash for going along with it."
He recalled the old saying about love not being the opposite of hate and mentally
punched himself for thinking up even MORE contradictions.
"I should have just killed her when I had the chance, then there wouldn't be this
problem. Vash and I would be living here peacefully scar free, in Vash's case. There
wouldn't be plant sucking cities spanning miles at a time, I wouldn't have to go through
the monotony of extermination, I wouldn't be in this town, and I wouldn't be sharing
room with a spawn of the race I hate most. It would be..Eden.
Knives put his hands under his head and smiled up at the ceiling. He felt himself
drifting back into sleep and he started to sing quietly. "So, on the first evening a
pebble.."
Reba walked in a little while later to see Knives asleep on the bed. She giggled.
He looks so innocent when he sleeps, she thought to herself. She frowned, wishing she
could be as innocent as he looked. She sighed. Of course that's not possible. "I'm beyond
redemption." She muttered to herself.
She walked by him to go to the bathroom and heard a voice say. "You can always
start over...because the ticket to the future is always open." She didn't even turn
around.
Disembodied voices were a normal part of her day.
Well I think you got your daily allowance of Knives. I am happy because I found the Johnny the homicidal maniac fanficiton :D happy days. But don't worry I will keep the story updated. So..Whoohoo! Another chappie down. So how ya'lls likin it so far? Tell me wut you think!
~Chicklets
doom
Ps: you know what I just noticed? Knives uses spiders and butterflies as a metaphor for humans and plants but he never calls himself or his race "butterflies" and he never calls humans directly "spiders" just a little fun fact!
The next chapter! Wow!
*So.. on the first evening a pebble..from somewhere out of nowhere drops upon a dreaming world..*
What? Caught in the zone between waking and sleeping Knives struggled to find
out what was going on. He was about to open his eyes, but he caught himself when he
realized Reba was up and walking around. He didn't want to draw himself into a
conversation with a lesser being if he could help it. Why do I stay with her? He
questioned himself. He hated being anywhere near them, and yet, here he was, sharing a
hotel room, though thank God not a bed, with this, this.thing! This species of insect that
didn't deserve the mercy he was offering in the form their extinction. The infestation that
shouldn't have been here in the first place. It was all her faul-
*So.. on the second celestial evening..all the children of the pebble join hands and compose a waltz..*
Where the fuck is that coming from? He asked himself silently. He cautiously
cracked one eye open to see if maybe Reba was singing it. Although, she didn't strike
him as the kind of person to sing-.
*Sound life!*
DAMMIT!! That damn song. "Shut the fuck up already!" Knives screamed.
Silence. He opened his eyes all the way to see that Reba was no longer in the room. He
had just cursed the empty air. "How.?" His mouth hung open as he tried to solve the
puzzle.
*So..on the third celestial evening.... *
Knives groaned and held his head in confusion. "Rem! You're dead! I killed you!
Why do you haunt me?!" He yelled.
"..and if you keep your vision clear you will see the future."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, just shut up you bitch! Why do you taunt me with your
contradicting logic?" Knives hid his face in his hands. He wasn't crying, crying was
something humans do, he wouldn't sink that low. He was beyond emotion. At least, that's
what he liked to believe. Of course he wasn't. Only one other perso.er plant knew that.
And even that plant didn't know the whole story.
He only saw it from one perspective.
The perspective that that woman pounded into his spiky blonde head. Knives buried his
head deeper into his calloused hands as he remembered. He remembered the nice days,
artificial of course, in the rec room, the sunny walks, the chess games, but most of all he
remembered her. Her and her long ebony hair, her deep understanding brown eyes, her
always singing that song, and her love of red flowers. Rem. Just Rem. A human, just like the others, with survival instincts pounded in, just like the others, the contradicting logic
in trying to explain life, just like the others.
But she was different. She was Rem and that made her special. She was his
mother, and mentor for a time. Oh how he had loved her. Probably more than Vash,
although he didn't show it in the same way. His Rem. The only mother he could
remember, and he had killed her. Not on purpose of course, she had just felt the need to
be heroic when she could have lived. "It was her own fault she died" was the explanation
Knives had when she ran back to save Joey and the others. Of course he was hurting so
much inside he wanted to go in there and die with her. And when he saw the main ship
explode on the monitor he felt that it was him who should have been in there, not his
Rem. Then he had to think up an explanation for her action which caused him so much
pain.
He had wanted to save her, just her, and kill the others. They weren't worthy to
set foot upon the desert planet. It was an odd thing, he was hurting more than his brother,
and had wanted to grieve with him, when his mind started spinning into overtime, and
instead of comforting Vash, he found himself taunting him. He wondered why he didn't
cry for her. It was then he realized his perfection. They were the ones who were imperfect
organisms. The only reason she had been different was because he willed himself to think
of her as different.
This type of thinking had been planted (A/N: hehe planted) in his mind when he
had crushed the spider to save the butterfly that his brother so desperately wanted to live.
Both Rem and Vash had been appalled at his action, completely dumbstruck as to why he
would do it. Rem had added more of her unreasonable logic and Vash had almost beaten
him up.
Just over an insect.
And he knew he was right, they couldn't see it and Rem especially was amazingly
blind to the most obvious and simplest answer. She couldn't see it, because she was
imperfect, and she had impressed upon Vash the same thing. So it was all her fault.
After the spider-butterfly incident he began noticing more of her imperfections
more often. Only her death awoke the pain and hurt for a while and then his logic took
over again and his eyes were totally opened to the truth. Or the things he thought were the
truth. It still hurt him though. It was like losing a member of his family. Hell she was his
family.
He always carried the hurt with him. It was too great to leave totally behind. He
just chose to ignore it. If he ignored it, the pain would leave and with it the memories. If
he ignored it, maybe it wouldn't have happened. (FYI: All of that stuff was Knives
thinking)
"Hell what am I trying to prove? I loved her and I still do. Even with her
imperfections I had loved her like the mother I never had. I loved her more than Vash.
She was completely blind to the best answer and yet, I loved her anyway. I hate you Rem.
I completely and utterly despise you."
Knives laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "So this is how it's going to
be. Everything goes around and contradicts itself. I hate you for loving me and I hate
myself for loving you back. I hate you for pounding your idealistic thoughts into Vash's
mind and I hate Vash for going along with it."
He recalled the old saying about love not being the opposite of hate and mentally
punched himself for thinking up even MORE contradictions.
"I should have just killed her when I had the chance, then there wouldn't be this
problem. Vash and I would be living here peacefully scar free, in Vash's case. There
wouldn't be plant sucking cities spanning miles at a time, I wouldn't have to go through
the monotony of extermination, I wouldn't be in this town, and I wouldn't be sharing
room with a spawn of the race I hate most. It would be..Eden.
Knives put his hands under his head and smiled up at the ceiling. He felt himself
drifting back into sleep and he started to sing quietly. "So, on the first evening a
pebble.."
Reba walked in a little while later to see Knives asleep on the bed. She giggled.
He looks so innocent when he sleeps, she thought to herself. She frowned, wishing she
could be as innocent as he looked. She sighed. Of course that's not possible. "I'm beyond
redemption." She muttered to herself.
She walked by him to go to the bathroom and heard a voice say. "You can always
start over...because the ticket to the future is always open." She didn't even turn
around.
Disembodied voices were a normal part of her day.
Well I think you got your daily allowance of Knives. I am happy because I found the Johnny the homicidal maniac fanficiton :D happy days. But don't worry I will keep the story updated. So..Whoohoo! Another chappie down. So how ya'lls likin it so far? Tell me wut you think!
~Chicklets
doom
Ps: you know what I just noticed? Knives uses spiders and butterflies as a metaphor for humans and plants but he never calls himself or his race "butterflies" and he never calls humans directly "spiders" just a little fun fact!