Hiya! Thanks for taking an interest in reading this fic! It's not much but it's a fic about Vash and Knives later on in life. This story takes place hundreds of years after Vash's fight with Knives. I thought it would be interesting to place them in our time and age. So far it's coming along nicely. I wanted to wait to post this at least until I had most of chapter 2 written but once again impatience wins out. I hope you enjoy the story at least for as long as I stick with it. - Celeste

Our story takes place not on a planet with miles of sand, tumble weeds, or sparse towns. Oh no. It takes place in a world totally opposite. Concrete stretches for miles, large cities are populated to the brink of explosion; and the closest thing to a tumble weed would be dead leaves. Things have changed quite a bit since Vash's fight with Knives. Vash and his brother have started a new life for themselves, but nothing every goes off with out a hitch now does it?

A figure stood, waiting for the street light to change, thoroughly encased by a crowd of people. He glanced around casually and hummed along with the tune of his headphones. His blonde hair spiked up as it always was and wearing a long, red duster; open with a white tank and jeans underneath. He could have been out in a clown suit but no one would have even batted an eyelash. That was okay with him though, the less attention to him, the better.

Finally, the light changed and the crowd began to move. His thoughts snapped back to what he had to do. Knives would be expecting him to bring back the package he'd ordered. In the recent past Knives had become an inventor of sorts. He squeezed out of the crowd and headed to a small, broken down building not too far away. He removed his headphones and reached for the handle to the door. The small, wooded door made no sound as it easily swung open, allowing him access to the small shop.

Inside a small man, with tiny black eyes sat behind the counter; tinkering with an old clock. He looked up from his tinkering, to meet Vash's eyes.

"Ah! Vash my boy! How are you this fine day? Here to get the package Knives ordered?" The old man laughed, getting up from his stool.

Vash nodded, a big grin, nearly over taking his ears. The old man turned and headed into the back, leaving Vash to examine the items on the shelves. The shelves were littered with objects the man had been tinkering with for years. Vash turned his gaze back behind the counter. The old man almost instantly appeared with a brown package

"Here ya go Vash my boy! Exactly what Knives had ordered." The man explained, handing the package to Vash.

"Thanks Mr. Yoider!" Vash replied, taking the package.

"No problem at all my boy. No problem at all." Mr. Yoider replied, sitting back down on his stool behind the counter.

"Bye Mr. Yoider. See you again." Vash called as he left the small shop.

Returning his headphones to their earlier position, he started off down the sidewalk. Once again, standing on a street corner, Vash waited for the light to change. He looked around at the familiar neighborhood, when a pair of familiar sea-green eyes caught his from across the street.

-Author- So ends chapter 1. A lot will be shrouded in mystery at first but I plan to explain all as the fic goes along. Don't worry. It'll all make sense later, I promise. Or at least I hope to have it all make sense. Don't forget to review and tell me how you liked it or hated it. Or just overall tell me I stink and should get a new hobby. Well this author is heading off to bed. Night everyone! - Celeste