Hola. In case you all were wondering, My other story is completely insane,
I mean, there is Killer Cheeze Whiz, Legato getting high on Gatorade, and
everyone getting drunk and mud wrestling. I just needed to get away from
the insanity for awhile. It was corrupting my already corrupted brain.
Got a few reviews, so, thanks you guys. And I do realize the insane one is better GuseBat, I just wanted to write something else for a change...
Normally, I would say on with the insanity right now, but that doesn't work. So, on with the story.
***Chapter 2***
It had been an entire week since Jak stumbled back into Vash's life. He had no knowledge of the incident between Jak and his brother. As far as he knew, Jak was still a human to Knives.
Jak knew better than to tell him, but felt really bad. She had known him for quite some time before now. But she kept it to herself, knowing Knives would eventually ask about it.
Knives had finally shown some improvement. The wounds on his shoulder and legs had finally begun to heal, and he had regained more control of his body. He could eat by himself, and lift his arms enough to itch his nose, much to Vash's delight.
Jak hadn't stepped foot into Knives' room for over five days. He was a monster to her. She had no intention of ever speaking to that man again.
"So, how long are you planning on staying?" Vash asked over a small dinner one night.
"Why? Are you complaining?" she asked with raised eyebrows.
"No, I was just thinking you had to go some where, or had something to do..." he continued.
"No, not really, I was just thinking I would hang around for awhile. I will support my weight, if that's what it means by the look on your face." she said with a laugh.
"Oh, ok, now, another question, if I were to have to leave for a few days, go to the next town, could I trust you not to kill my brother?" he said, looking at his food.
Jak just stared off for awhile. Vash noticed no change in expression, he couldn't even read her face. Truthfully, it scared him.
"No." she finally replied. "I wouldn't kill him." she looked into Vash's eyes. They looked relieved.
"Good! Cause I have to go to Carmina tomorrow to meet Meryl and Milly!" he told her.
"That's fine, I mean, I'll stay as long as you want me to. How long you be gone?" she asked.
"Oh, I dunno. Few days. Maybe longer. Depends on how long it takes me to get there." He said with a hint of confusion on his face.
Jak didn't say anymore, she just got up and cleared her dishes from the table. She wandered down the hall to her temporary bedroom, aka the couch, and fell asleep.
Right before she fell into a maternal abyss, 'thank you' rang out into her head.
**************
"Knives, KNIVES!" Vash called as he walked into the room.
"What?" he replied grumpily.
"Good news. I am going to Carmina tomorrow to see Meryl and Milly. I wish you could come, but, seeing as you can't walk, that would be difficult," Vash babbled on.
"Get to the point," Knives muttered.
"I am leaving Jak here to take care of you for a few days. Don't give her to much hell?" Vash whined.
~~ 'It wont work. Not with the way you are.'~~
"What is wrong Knives?" Vash asked as his brothers face turned ashen.
"Nothing. Just thinking."
"Ok, so, you heard me, right?"
"Loud and unfortunately, clear."
"That's my brother." With a pat on the head, which got evil eyes in return, Vash Pranced out of the room, as his happy self.
'Great.'Knives thought. 'I have to be nice.'
*************
"Jak, Jak, Wake up!" Vash muttered as he shook her.
"WHAT?" she yelled as she flew upright, knocking her head straight into his. They both fell over, clutching their heads.
"STUPID BAKA! I WAS ASLEEP!" Jak yelled through tears of tired pain.
"WELL, I WAS JUST TELLING YOU I WAS LEAVING!" Vash retaliated.
"I am going back to sleep." Jak grumbled as she hauled herself off the floor and back onto the couch.
"See ya!" Vash said way to cheerfully and walked out the front door, only to trip down the stairs.
Jak scrambled up to make sure there was no broken bones, but he was resilient, and only had a bump on his forehead from their early morning encounter.
Vash muttered some profanity, and was on his way.
'Loser.' Jak thought as he walked down the street in his blood red trench coat.
************
Jak had completely forgotten about Knives until mid morning. Wandering into his room, she saw he was still asleep.
'Good,' she thought.
'What is good?' came the cold sound of a monster, invading her thoughts.
'That you are still asleep.' she shot back.
'Well, I am awake now, and hungry, go get me some food woman.'
'I don't have to, man.'
'I am bedridden, and weak. I can hardly move. You promised Vash you wouldn't kill me. Now, get me some food.'
He closed the connection. 'Damn, how did he know what me and Vash talks about? He prolly listens into everything we say.'
She wandered downstairs and fixed him some breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Nothing fancy.
She poured a glass of water, and careful not to spill it, walked back up the stairs. Entering Knives' room, she saw he had managed to haul himself into an upright position, and look out the small window.
Placing the food in front of him, he grumbled. To Jak, that was thanks enough. Not wanting to say anything else, she left the room.
Walking down the hall, she opened Vash's door. He had a large bed, a dresser, nothing fancy, but a huge window, right beside the bed.
Jak thought something and laughed to herself. 'Why the hell would he put the bed next to the window? Not much privacy.' he thoughts trailed off.
She spent the next hour just wandering around, inspecting the house. Finding another bathroom, a few closets, and a back bedroom.
She had meandered back into Knives' room to see him staring out the window again. That tiny window.
"Why do you always look out the window?" she asked.
"Not much else to do." he replied.
"Do you want a bigger window?"
"No."
"You sure? There's a bigger one down the hall."
"Even if I did, I can't move to get down there."
"No problem. You want the bigger window? Bigger bed to."
Knives just looked at her. "Ok. Whatever you say. Now, how are you going to get me down there?" he asked with a smirk of victory on his face. He had won this argument. There was no way in his mind that she could get him down there.
"I will help you. Now, move so you are sitting up." she told him.
He did as he was told. The bigger window forced him to. She sat down on the bed next to him, putting her hands on his back to keep him upright. Draping his feet over the side of the bed, he put a small amount of weight on his soles.
"Oh." he groaned in pain as his legs bunched to stand up.
"Its ok, your not going anywhere," she told him, as she slowly helped him up.
With a hand around her waist, he took a step forward. Pain receded from his left leg as it exploded in his right. Then, another step, as the pain came back to his left leg. But, he didn't stop. The window called him.
Jak was more than thrilled to help him along. She held onto his naked waist and arms as he slowly made his way to the door. Took nearly five minutes to get across the room, but there was a glint of freedom in his eyes, so she didn't send him back to his bed. With every step, the pain got less and less, getting used to the feeling. To Jak's delight, he was moving ever so slowly a little bit faster.
They wandered down the hall, Knives leaning on Jak for support.
'She's strong, never seen a woman strong enough to hold up a full grown man.' he thought.
Now it was her turn to listen in. 'I could carry you if I really wanted, but I wanted to see if you could walk.' she said in his mind. She glanced over, and swore she saw a slight smile. But it was replaced almost instantly by a frown of pain.
She had seen it before. Not in him, but in so many people she had hurt before. She had seen it once before in Vash, when he told her she had to stay behind, that something terrible was going to happen in July.
She shuttered at the memory. Knives glanced over at her. "What is wrong?" he asked with literally no emotion in his voice.
"Nothing," she replied as they neared his new bed.
"That is a big window." he said. "But why did Vash put it next to the window? Not much privacy." he said with a slight laugh. "Stupid brother of mine."
"I thought the same thing. With him being as girls crazy as he is..." her voice trailed off into a laugh.
'This is the most I have ever heard him talk. He has an amazing voice, so full of emotion and, despite his past, peace.' she thought. She couldn't tell if he was listening, but he made no action that would tell that he had been eves dropping.
He sat down in the bed and gave a sigh of relief as all the pain receded from his legs. But he felt naked, other than the fact that he was already half naked. He had been clinging to her for the last 15 minutes, trying not to fall. He had let her go, and felt emptiness in his hands.
Jak gave a small laugh. "See, that wasn't so hard, and you were so reluctant to move beds. Now you have this beautiful window." She shivered. She had been up against his naked chest for the last 15 minutes, and missed the warmth.
She turned him around in he bed, and pulled the blanket over his naked chest. She looked at him for awhile as he looked out his new window, taking in his new surroundings.
She sighed as she left the room, knowing that his brief pang of happiness would be short lived.
******************
Vash was driving. Out in the hot sun. And then he felt it. He and his brother knew what each other were feeling, and this far apart, it had to be an extreme. Happiness had filled Vash's heart, and he knew something was going on. But he didn't turn around, Carmina was only 25 iles away by now.
'I am going to see Meryl....' he thought giddily to himself.
******************
The next day, Knives was sulking again. 'He switched extremes so easily!' she thought as she gave him his lunch. Ham sandwich and some chips. Nothing special.
She sat in the chair beside his bed and watched him eat. Nothing special there either.
"Can I get you anything else?" she asked with a slight pang of sarcasm.
"Hnp." he growled.
"Fine, crazy loon." she remarked as she gathered his plates and wandered from his room.
Knives watched her leave. As soon as she shut the door, he gave himself a huge mental slap for being so hard to get along with.
'That's right,' she thought, 'you are hard to get along with.'
***************
Ok, maybe it is getting better... I just make it up as it comes along, you know how it goes. And don't worry, there will be some action crap. Not that kind of action you pervs. Well, maybe a little later with that kind of action... Im done. Review.
REVIEW! Dammit.
Save a horse. Ride a boy.
Nuclear
Got a few reviews, so, thanks you guys. And I do realize the insane one is better GuseBat, I just wanted to write something else for a change...
Normally, I would say on with the insanity right now, but that doesn't work. So, on with the story.
***Chapter 2***
It had been an entire week since Jak stumbled back into Vash's life. He had no knowledge of the incident between Jak and his brother. As far as he knew, Jak was still a human to Knives.
Jak knew better than to tell him, but felt really bad. She had known him for quite some time before now. But she kept it to herself, knowing Knives would eventually ask about it.
Knives had finally shown some improvement. The wounds on his shoulder and legs had finally begun to heal, and he had regained more control of his body. He could eat by himself, and lift his arms enough to itch his nose, much to Vash's delight.
Jak hadn't stepped foot into Knives' room for over five days. He was a monster to her. She had no intention of ever speaking to that man again.
"So, how long are you planning on staying?" Vash asked over a small dinner one night.
"Why? Are you complaining?" she asked with raised eyebrows.
"No, I was just thinking you had to go some where, or had something to do..." he continued.
"No, not really, I was just thinking I would hang around for awhile. I will support my weight, if that's what it means by the look on your face." she said with a laugh.
"Oh, ok, now, another question, if I were to have to leave for a few days, go to the next town, could I trust you not to kill my brother?" he said, looking at his food.
Jak just stared off for awhile. Vash noticed no change in expression, he couldn't even read her face. Truthfully, it scared him.
"No." she finally replied. "I wouldn't kill him." she looked into Vash's eyes. They looked relieved.
"Good! Cause I have to go to Carmina tomorrow to meet Meryl and Milly!" he told her.
"That's fine, I mean, I'll stay as long as you want me to. How long you be gone?" she asked.
"Oh, I dunno. Few days. Maybe longer. Depends on how long it takes me to get there." He said with a hint of confusion on his face.
Jak didn't say anymore, she just got up and cleared her dishes from the table. She wandered down the hall to her temporary bedroom, aka the couch, and fell asleep.
Right before she fell into a maternal abyss, 'thank you' rang out into her head.
**************
"Knives, KNIVES!" Vash called as he walked into the room.
"What?" he replied grumpily.
"Good news. I am going to Carmina tomorrow to see Meryl and Milly. I wish you could come, but, seeing as you can't walk, that would be difficult," Vash babbled on.
"Get to the point," Knives muttered.
"I am leaving Jak here to take care of you for a few days. Don't give her to much hell?" Vash whined.
~~ 'It wont work. Not with the way you are.'~~
"What is wrong Knives?" Vash asked as his brothers face turned ashen.
"Nothing. Just thinking."
"Ok, so, you heard me, right?"
"Loud and unfortunately, clear."
"That's my brother." With a pat on the head, which got evil eyes in return, Vash Pranced out of the room, as his happy self.
'Great.'Knives thought. 'I have to be nice.'
*************
"Jak, Jak, Wake up!" Vash muttered as he shook her.
"WHAT?" she yelled as she flew upright, knocking her head straight into his. They both fell over, clutching their heads.
"STUPID BAKA! I WAS ASLEEP!" Jak yelled through tears of tired pain.
"WELL, I WAS JUST TELLING YOU I WAS LEAVING!" Vash retaliated.
"I am going back to sleep." Jak grumbled as she hauled herself off the floor and back onto the couch.
"See ya!" Vash said way to cheerfully and walked out the front door, only to trip down the stairs.
Jak scrambled up to make sure there was no broken bones, but he was resilient, and only had a bump on his forehead from their early morning encounter.
Vash muttered some profanity, and was on his way.
'Loser.' Jak thought as he walked down the street in his blood red trench coat.
************
Jak had completely forgotten about Knives until mid morning. Wandering into his room, she saw he was still asleep.
'Good,' she thought.
'What is good?' came the cold sound of a monster, invading her thoughts.
'That you are still asleep.' she shot back.
'Well, I am awake now, and hungry, go get me some food woman.'
'I don't have to, man.'
'I am bedridden, and weak. I can hardly move. You promised Vash you wouldn't kill me. Now, get me some food.'
He closed the connection. 'Damn, how did he know what me and Vash talks about? He prolly listens into everything we say.'
She wandered downstairs and fixed him some breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Nothing fancy.
She poured a glass of water, and careful not to spill it, walked back up the stairs. Entering Knives' room, she saw he had managed to haul himself into an upright position, and look out the small window.
Placing the food in front of him, he grumbled. To Jak, that was thanks enough. Not wanting to say anything else, she left the room.
Walking down the hall, she opened Vash's door. He had a large bed, a dresser, nothing fancy, but a huge window, right beside the bed.
Jak thought something and laughed to herself. 'Why the hell would he put the bed next to the window? Not much privacy.' he thoughts trailed off.
She spent the next hour just wandering around, inspecting the house. Finding another bathroom, a few closets, and a back bedroom.
She had meandered back into Knives' room to see him staring out the window again. That tiny window.
"Why do you always look out the window?" she asked.
"Not much else to do." he replied.
"Do you want a bigger window?"
"No."
"You sure? There's a bigger one down the hall."
"Even if I did, I can't move to get down there."
"No problem. You want the bigger window? Bigger bed to."
Knives just looked at her. "Ok. Whatever you say. Now, how are you going to get me down there?" he asked with a smirk of victory on his face. He had won this argument. There was no way in his mind that she could get him down there.
"I will help you. Now, move so you are sitting up." she told him.
He did as he was told. The bigger window forced him to. She sat down on the bed next to him, putting her hands on his back to keep him upright. Draping his feet over the side of the bed, he put a small amount of weight on his soles.
"Oh." he groaned in pain as his legs bunched to stand up.
"Its ok, your not going anywhere," she told him, as she slowly helped him up.
With a hand around her waist, he took a step forward. Pain receded from his left leg as it exploded in his right. Then, another step, as the pain came back to his left leg. But, he didn't stop. The window called him.
Jak was more than thrilled to help him along. She held onto his naked waist and arms as he slowly made his way to the door. Took nearly five minutes to get across the room, but there was a glint of freedom in his eyes, so she didn't send him back to his bed. With every step, the pain got less and less, getting used to the feeling. To Jak's delight, he was moving ever so slowly a little bit faster.
They wandered down the hall, Knives leaning on Jak for support.
'She's strong, never seen a woman strong enough to hold up a full grown man.' he thought.
Now it was her turn to listen in. 'I could carry you if I really wanted, but I wanted to see if you could walk.' she said in his mind. She glanced over, and swore she saw a slight smile. But it was replaced almost instantly by a frown of pain.
She had seen it before. Not in him, but in so many people she had hurt before. She had seen it once before in Vash, when he told her she had to stay behind, that something terrible was going to happen in July.
She shuttered at the memory. Knives glanced over at her. "What is wrong?" he asked with literally no emotion in his voice.
"Nothing," she replied as they neared his new bed.
"That is a big window." he said. "But why did Vash put it next to the window? Not much privacy." he said with a slight laugh. "Stupid brother of mine."
"I thought the same thing. With him being as girls crazy as he is..." her voice trailed off into a laugh.
'This is the most I have ever heard him talk. He has an amazing voice, so full of emotion and, despite his past, peace.' she thought. She couldn't tell if he was listening, but he made no action that would tell that he had been eves dropping.
He sat down in the bed and gave a sigh of relief as all the pain receded from his legs. But he felt naked, other than the fact that he was already half naked. He had been clinging to her for the last 15 minutes, trying not to fall. He had let her go, and felt emptiness in his hands.
Jak gave a small laugh. "See, that wasn't so hard, and you were so reluctant to move beds. Now you have this beautiful window." She shivered. She had been up against his naked chest for the last 15 minutes, and missed the warmth.
She turned him around in he bed, and pulled the blanket over his naked chest. She looked at him for awhile as he looked out his new window, taking in his new surroundings.
She sighed as she left the room, knowing that his brief pang of happiness would be short lived.
******************
Vash was driving. Out in the hot sun. And then he felt it. He and his brother knew what each other were feeling, and this far apart, it had to be an extreme. Happiness had filled Vash's heart, and he knew something was going on. But he didn't turn around, Carmina was only 25 iles away by now.
'I am going to see Meryl....' he thought giddily to himself.
******************
The next day, Knives was sulking again. 'He switched extremes so easily!' she thought as she gave him his lunch. Ham sandwich and some chips. Nothing special.
She sat in the chair beside his bed and watched him eat. Nothing special there either.
"Can I get you anything else?" she asked with a slight pang of sarcasm.
"Hnp." he growled.
"Fine, crazy loon." she remarked as she gathered his plates and wandered from his room.
Knives watched her leave. As soon as she shut the door, he gave himself a huge mental slap for being so hard to get along with.
'That's right,' she thought, 'you are hard to get along with.'
***************
Ok, maybe it is getting better... I just make it up as it comes along, you know how it goes. And don't worry, there will be some action crap. Not that kind of action you pervs. Well, maybe a little later with that kind of action... Im done. Review.
REVIEW! Dammit.
Save a horse. Ride a boy.
Nuclear
