She ain't into cars, or pick-up trucks, but if it runs like a Deere man her
eyes light up....
Woa. That was weird.
Don't own it. Damn. Do own Jak though.
On with the ness.
Chapter 6****** Morning After... moowahahaha
Vash was so hungry. He woke up to a growl in his stomach. Looking at the clock, he saw it was nearly eleven.
Rolling out of his empty bed, the girls had already gone off into town, he pulled on a pair of pajama pants over his bare legs. Yawning and stretching his arms, he walked down the stairs.
He stopped at the living room door. And he just stared.
There, laying on the couch, was a half naked Knives, and a half naked Jak, sleeping in each others arms.
Vash just smacked his forehead to make sure he wasn't dreaming, and with the pain he caused, he was sure he wasn't.
'She must have been really trashed last night,' was all he could think.
Walking into the kitchen, a box caught his eye. So he opened it, and the sight brought tears to his eyes.
Doughnuts, the kind with little sprinkles on them. He was on them like a coyote on a lamb, and in a matter of minutes, the entire box had been devoured.
"Must go get some more." he told himself as he put a shirt on, and wandered out the door, trying not to look at the scene on the couch. "Guess he's feeling better." he said as he shut the door.
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She opened her eyes and looked around. She had no clue where she was, and had a spilting headache.
"Guess I shouldn't have drank so much," she said as she brought her hand up to her head, but she stopped when her wrist brushed something she knew wasn't hers.
She looked down, there she was, laying naked on a couch, with an arm wrapped around her waist. She turned her head ever so slightly to see a naked chest.
'Oh god, who the hell did I go home with.' she was officially freaking out. She didn't move, she wanted to know who she was laying with first. Then find her clothes. She looked under the blankets and saw not only her legs, but two others, with bandages around them.
Her eyes got really wide. 'Oh my god, its Knives.'
"Bingo," came a deep voice as he began to move around. She looked up to see he was smiling at her. She freaked out even more. Questions were racing through her mind. 'How did I get back? How drunk was I?' then she stopped thinking for a minute. 'What did we do?'
She got really worried. She could only guess. She was really, really trashed.
"Anything, and everything," he said in a whisper.
"Oh lord," she gasped as she wrapped the blanket around her waist and jumped off the couch.
Knives just gave himself a mental slap as she disappeared into the bathroom.
"Ok Jak, it isn't as bad as you thought, really, just stay, calm." it wasn't working, she was freaking out. She splashed some warm water on her face and shoved five extra strength asprain down her throat, not just to relieve her headache, it was made for all aches and pains.
"Dear lord, what am I going to tell him? Sorry Knives, I just don't remember a thing. To drunk, you know what happens when you get drunk. No, that won't work, maybe just ignore him. No, that won't work either, he can get in my head. I gotta talk to Vash." she walked out of the bathroom and gave a big sigh.
But she felt like an idiot when she saw Knives sitting on the couch in nothing but his boxers.
'Damn.' she thought. Then started beating herself up. Literally. 'Bad thoughts, bad thoughts.' she looked up and saw Knives staring at her.
"Oops," she closed him out of her head. 'Ok, think.. Hm... isn't working!' she yelled at herself.
Knives just kept staring at her. He had no clue what she was arguing with herself about, maybe she was still drunk.
'That was a lot of alcohol she had to have last night.' he thought.
He was rather surprised when she came over and sat next to him. "Listen," she started, " I was really, I mean, really drunk last night, so, I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about, that. If it isn't to much trouble." she told him.
"I would, only we were on the couch, and that is in a high traffic area, and everyone had already left before we awoke. If they were smart, they would have figured it out." he informed her, "I am sure that my brother and those humans are not that stupid."
"Crap," was all she said.
"Crap. What a funny word. Obviously human, what does it mean?" he asked.
"Umm, hard to explain, kinda like damn. Or shit I guess you could say." she said as she fingered the blanket.
"So, you didn't like it?" he asked her.
"No not that, I really don't remember it to tell you the truth." she said, not even looking at him.
"You really were drunk. Let me refresh your memory." he said as he leaned in and kissed her.
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"Mmm, doughnuts!" Vash yelled in delight as he devoured another box of them.
"Vash, you are going to get sick." Meryl scolded him. She and Milly had ran into Vash outside, none other than, the doughnut shop.
"Oh well!" he exclaimed. He had had far to much sugar, and was bouncing around like a two year old.
"Ok, well, I am going back to the house, I need to put some stuff away and get some more money." Meryl said, looking at her list.
"I wouldn't do that." Vash said as he stuffed another doughnut in his mouth.
"Why not Mister Vash?" Milly asked him.
"Just a warning!" he said again.
"If its about Knives sleeping with Jak on the couch, we already saw. Think they would have chosen a more private location than the busiest room in the house." Meryl said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, I wasn't worried about that, its just, they are awake now." Vash continued. To much sugar, and he tended to tell all he knew. Had an affect like that of beer on him.
"So," Milly said.
"Well, lets just say, they are getting their jolly on." Vash said, stuffing more doughnuts down his throat.
"Oh. Ok, well, we won't go back to the house. That's just gross." Meryl said as the color drained from her face.
"I'll say." Vash said, getting off the bench. "And its hard to keep him out of my noggin sometimes."
"To much information Vash."
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Jak smiled. Looking at Knives she said, "Those wounds must not hurt you to much anymore."
"Not to much," he said as he ran a trail of kisses down her neck. She just held on to him around his waist. She couldn't stop smiling.
"That was a good refresher course, but I still can't remember last night. I was really trashed." she said as she ran her finger over his abs.
"Its ok, in some ways, I am glad you don't remember last night." he said with a small laugh.
"And why is that," she said with a playful shove.
"Well, lets just say, I have never had that much fun before." he laughed.
"Oh," was all she said.
They just laid in each others arms for the next half an hour, saying nothing, just touching and feeling. Jak was about to give him another kiss when the front door creaked open.
Knives jerked him head up to see a human poke her head through. It was the human his brother had been with last night, Meryl.
She gave a nervous laugh, "Hope I am not interrupting anything! I will be gone in a minute!"
She disappeared into the kitchen where she put the groceries down.
Jak signed and got up. Knives let his arms slip from around her waist as she gathered one of the blankets around her and headed to the bathroom. She needed some more Advil.
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A few hours later, Vash and the girls returned to see Knives laying on the couch reading a book.
"Where's Jak?" Meryl asked.
"Dunno."
"Well, better not have left, we have to keep track of her."
"Why?"
"She's a wanted killer. Like Mister Vash."
"Oh."
He never looked up. He just kept reading. Or so it seemed.
'She went for a walk, said she needed something to drink,' Knives told his brother.
'Oh, that's ok,'
'Why didn't you tell me she's a wanted murderer.'
'Didn't think it was important information.'
'It isn't. She's outside now.'
Vash walked out the door to see Jak, leaning up against the house with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
"I can taste it, but I can't experience it," she said.
"What?" Vash said confused.
"I don't have a match. So I can't experience it. It's the worst feeling ever."
"I thought you were quitting, its gonna kill you."
"Yea, haven't in over a year. 15 years, every day, now I am back to it. Vash, did I do the right thing?" she said suddenly turning to him.
He was really confused. "Do the right thing for what?"
"Knives?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"Some help you are. Hey, buddy, got a light?" she asked a passing man.
"Yea," he said and threw her a match.
"Thanks," she lit it on the bottom of her boot and let the flame lick the end of the cigarette.
Breathing deep, she let her eyes close. "I am a horrible person. Its just a matter of time before the set a huge bounty on my head."
Vash shifted uncomfortably. "Um, already have."
"Hm. Figures, how much?"
"Fifty Billion."
"Hhp, another city and I will have beaten you buddy."
A tear fell down her cheek. Just one. Looking up into the sky, she shaded her eyes with her hand.
"Some days I wish I was like everyone else, that I didn't have all the memories from the last hundred and ten years." she told him.
Another tear fell. Vash felt so bad, walking up, he wrapped his arms around her.
The tears fell faster. She dropped her half smoked cigarette and cried into his shoulder. She wanted to die. Then and there. She sank down onto the ground with Vash smoothing her hair and telling her it would be alright.
But it wouldn't. Unlike him, all her charges were caused by her. She killed those innocent people, destroyed those towns, destroyed those people lives.
Inside the house, memories were coursing throughout Knives' head like a freight train. A young Jak killing someone with short, black hair, taking the persons gun and running. Forming huge monsters on her arms, and destroying an entire city, inhabitants and all. Meeting Vash. Those memories hurt Knives the most. He saw them, together, not only walking around town, but in the bars, getting drunk, and going home. He memories flashed through his head.
Then he saw one that made tears run fall from his beautiful sky blue eyes. Vash, and Jak, together, her kissing him, running her hands over his body, tracing his scar torn skin.
Then the images stopped. He could see no more. He knew for a fact she had blocked him out. He tried to get back in, but she had put up a wall.
He stood up from the couch, ignoring the stiffness in his legs and arms, and looked out the window. Vash had his back to the wall, and in his arms was Jak, with her face buried in his chest.
It was to much for him. He began making his way to the stairs. The only thing invading his mind was her memories. Especially those of her and his own brother.
Ripping open the dresser drawer, he brought his gun out and threw in on the bed. Going through the closet, he found an box with his old clothes in it. Throwing his suit on over his naked body, he stuffed the gun down into the holster at his side.
Rage pushed him forward. Nearly falling down the stairs in pain, he made his way across the living room. He stopped and looked at the couch. Drawing his gun, he pulled back the hammer, and let the bullets fly. Six perfect holes engraved in the couch.
He never wanted to see it again.
Reloading his gun, he slammed the door open. Vash nearly fell over in surprise when he saw him.
"Knives! What in the hell are you doing? Get back inside. Your not healed yet." he yelled.
Jak's eyes widened. "Knives! Wait, I can explain!"
"You need not to explain anything, I am always watching Jak." came the cold sound of a demon from his throat.
"Wait, that was forty years ago, get back here!" she screamed as he walked off the porch.
"KNIVES! GET BACK HERE!" Vash yelled.
"You didn't come back all those years ago when I called out, Vash, why should I now." He pointed his gun at his brother and pulled the trigger.
Vash cried out in pain as the bullet went straight through his knee. Jak just stared at him. "Knives, really, I can explain," she said, tears pouring from her eyes.
"Like I said, I am always watching," he pulled the trigger again. Jak went down in a heap next to Vash. Raising her head up and clutching her shoulder, she cried out again.
"Monster! That's all you are." she said.
"I have been called that before. It doesn't faze me. I think you are the monster. Just some kind of monster." he said as he turned and walked away.
She watched as he shot down innocent by-standards who saw the entire scene. She looked at Vash.
"Why did he leave like that?" she asked.
"He saw what you saw."
"What?"
"He saw a long forgotten memory from forty years ago."
"Us." she said in a whisper as she looked at the shrinking figure of Knives looming in the distance.
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Wow, that was a fun one to write! Really, I am so mean, don't worry, it gets better. I think. I dunno yet. And don't worry about the whole thing up there. Yet.
Thank you to all of those who have been reviewing. Guess I won't leave this story.
REVIEW! Dammit.
Save a horse. Ride a boy.
Nuclear.
Woa. That was weird.
Don't own it. Damn. Do own Jak though.
On with the ness.
Chapter 6****** Morning After... moowahahaha
Vash was so hungry. He woke up to a growl in his stomach. Looking at the clock, he saw it was nearly eleven.
Rolling out of his empty bed, the girls had already gone off into town, he pulled on a pair of pajama pants over his bare legs. Yawning and stretching his arms, he walked down the stairs.
He stopped at the living room door. And he just stared.
There, laying on the couch, was a half naked Knives, and a half naked Jak, sleeping in each others arms.
Vash just smacked his forehead to make sure he wasn't dreaming, and with the pain he caused, he was sure he wasn't.
'She must have been really trashed last night,' was all he could think.
Walking into the kitchen, a box caught his eye. So he opened it, and the sight brought tears to his eyes.
Doughnuts, the kind with little sprinkles on them. He was on them like a coyote on a lamb, and in a matter of minutes, the entire box had been devoured.
"Must go get some more." he told himself as he put a shirt on, and wandered out the door, trying not to look at the scene on the couch. "Guess he's feeling better." he said as he shut the door.
***************
She opened her eyes and looked around. She had no clue where she was, and had a spilting headache.
"Guess I shouldn't have drank so much," she said as she brought her hand up to her head, but she stopped when her wrist brushed something she knew wasn't hers.
She looked down, there she was, laying naked on a couch, with an arm wrapped around her waist. She turned her head ever so slightly to see a naked chest.
'Oh god, who the hell did I go home with.' she was officially freaking out. She didn't move, she wanted to know who she was laying with first. Then find her clothes. She looked under the blankets and saw not only her legs, but two others, with bandages around them.
Her eyes got really wide. 'Oh my god, its Knives.'
"Bingo," came a deep voice as he began to move around. She looked up to see he was smiling at her. She freaked out even more. Questions were racing through her mind. 'How did I get back? How drunk was I?' then she stopped thinking for a minute. 'What did we do?'
She got really worried. She could only guess. She was really, really trashed.
"Anything, and everything," he said in a whisper.
"Oh lord," she gasped as she wrapped the blanket around her waist and jumped off the couch.
Knives just gave himself a mental slap as she disappeared into the bathroom.
"Ok Jak, it isn't as bad as you thought, really, just stay, calm." it wasn't working, she was freaking out. She splashed some warm water on her face and shoved five extra strength asprain down her throat, not just to relieve her headache, it was made for all aches and pains.
"Dear lord, what am I going to tell him? Sorry Knives, I just don't remember a thing. To drunk, you know what happens when you get drunk. No, that won't work, maybe just ignore him. No, that won't work either, he can get in my head. I gotta talk to Vash." she walked out of the bathroom and gave a big sigh.
But she felt like an idiot when she saw Knives sitting on the couch in nothing but his boxers.
'Damn.' she thought. Then started beating herself up. Literally. 'Bad thoughts, bad thoughts.' she looked up and saw Knives staring at her.
"Oops," she closed him out of her head. 'Ok, think.. Hm... isn't working!' she yelled at herself.
Knives just kept staring at her. He had no clue what she was arguing with herself about, maybe she was still drunk.
'That was a lot of alcohol she had to have last night.' he thought.
He was rather surprised when she came over and sat next to him. "Listen," she started, " I was really, I mean, really drunk last night, so, I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about, that. If it isn't to much trouble." she told him.
"I would, only we were on the couch, and that is in a high traffic area, and everyone had already left before we awoke. If they were smart, they would have figured it out." he informed her, "I am sure that my brother and those humans are not that stupid."
"Crap," was all she said.
"Crap. What a funny word. Obviously human, what does it mean?" he asked.
"Umm, hard to explain, kinda like damn. Or shit I guess you could say." she said as she fingered the blanket.
"So, you didn't like it?" he asked her.
"No not that, I really don't remember it to tell you the truth." she said, not even looking at him.
"You really were drunk. Let me refresh your memory." he said as he leaned in and kissed her.
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"Mmm, doughnuts!" Vash yelled in delight as he devoured another box of them.
"Vash, you are going to get sick." Meryl scolded him. She and Milly had ran into Vash outside, none other than, the doughnut shop.
"Oh well!" he exclaimed. He had had far to much sugar, and was bouncing around like a two year old.
"Ok, well, I am going back to the house, I need to put some stuff away and get some more money." Meryl said, looking at her list.
"I wouldn't do that." Vash said as he stuffed another doughnut in his mouth.
"Why not Mister Vash?" Milly asked him.
"Just a warning!" he said again.
"If its about Knives sleeping with Jak on the couch, we already saw. Think they would have chosen a more private location than the busiest room in the house." Meryl said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, I wasn't worried about that, its just, they are awake now." Vash continued. To much sugar, and he tended to tell all he knew. Had an affect like that of beer on him.
"So," Milly said.
"Well, lets just say, they are getting their jolly on." Vash said, stuffing more doughnuts down his throat.
"Oh. Ok, well, we won't go back to the house. That's just gross." Meryl said as the color drained from her face.
"I'll say." Vash said, getting off the bench. "And its hard to keep him out of my noggin sometimes."
"To much information Vash."
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Jak smiled. Looking at Knives she said, "Those wounds must not hurt you to much anymore."
"Not to much," he said as he ran a trail of kisses down her neck. She just held on to him around his waist. She couldn't stop smiling.
"That was a good refresher course, but I still can't remember last night. I was really trashed." she said as she ran her finger over his abs.
"Its ok, in some ways, I am glad you don't remember last night." he said with a small laugh.
"And why is that," she said with a playful shove.
"Well, lets just say, I have never had that much fun before." he laughed.
"Oh," was all she said.
They just laid in each others arms for the next half an hour, saying nothing, just touching and feeling. Jak was about to give him another kiss when the front door creaked open.
Knives jerked him head up to see a human poke her head through. It was the human his brother had been with last night, Meryl.
She gave a nervous laugh, "Hope I am not interrupting anything! I will be gone in a minute!"
She disappeared into the kitchen where she put the groceries down.
Jak signed and got up. Knives let his arms slip from around her waist as she gathered one of the blankets around her and headed to the bathroom. She needed some more Advil.
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A few hours later, Vash and the girls returned to see Knives laying on the couch reading a book.
"Where's Jak?" Meryl asked.
"Dunno."
"Well, better not have left, we have to keep track of her."
"Why?"
"She's a wanted killer. Like Mister Vash."
"Oh."
He never looked up. He just kept reading. Or so it seemed.
'She went for a walk, said she needed something to drink,' Knives told his brother.
'Oh, that's ok,'
'Why didn't you tell me she's a wanted murderer.'
'Didn't think it was important information.'
'It isn't. She's outside now.'
Vash walked out the door to see Jak, leaning up against the house with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
"I can taste it, but I can't experience it," she said.
"What?" Vash said confused.
"I don't have a match. So I can't experience it. It's the worst feeling ever."
"I thought you were quitting, its gonna kill you."
"Yea, haven't in over a year. 15 years, every day, now I am back to it. Vash, did I do the right thing?" she said suddenly turning to him.
He was really confused. "Do the right thing for what?"
"Knives?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"Some help you are. Hey, buddy, got a light?" she asked a passing man.
"Yea," he said and threw her a match.
"Thanks," she lit it on the bottom of her boot and let the flame lick the end of the cigarette.
Breathing deep, she let her eyes close. "I am a horrible person. Its just a matter of time before the set a huge bounty on my head."
Vash shifted uncomfortably. "Um, already have."
"Hm. Figures, how much?"
"Fifty Billion."
"Hhp, another city and I will have beaten you buddy."
A tear fell down her cheek. Just one. Looking up into the sky, she shaded her eyes with her hand.
"Some days I wish I was like everyone else, that I didn't have all the memories from the last hundred and ten years." she told him.
Another tear fell. Vash felt so bad, walking up, he wrapped his arms around her.
The tears fell faster. She dropped her half smoked cigarette and cried into his shoulder. She wanted to die. Then and there. She sank down onto the ground with Vash smoothing her hair and telling her it would be alright.
But it wouldn't. Unlike him, all her charges were caused by her. She killed those innocent people, destroyed those towns, destroyed those people lives.
Inside the house, memories were coursing throughout Knives' head like a freight train. A young Jak killing someone with short, black hair, taking the persons gun and running. Forming huge monsters on her arms, and destroying an entire city, inhabitants and all. Meeting Vash. Those memories hurt Knives the most. He saw them, together, not only walking around town, but in the bars, getting drunk, and going home. He memories flashed through his head.
Then he saw one that made tears run fall from his beautiful sky blue eyes. Vash, and Jak, together, her kissing him, running her hands over his body, tracing his scar torn skin.
Then the images stopped. He could see no more. He knew for a fact she had blocked him out. He tried to get back in, but she had put up a wall.
He stood up from the couch, ignoring the stiffness in his legs and arms, and looked out the window. Vash had his back to the wall, and in his arms was Jak, with her face buried in his chest.
It was to much for him. He began making his way to the stairs. The only thing invading his mind was her memories. Especially those of her and his own brother.
Ripping open the dresser drawer, he brought his gun out and threw in on the bed. Going through the closet, he found an box with his old clothes in it. Throwing his suit on over his naked body, he stuffed the gun down into the holster at his side.
Rage pushed him forward. Nearly falling down the stairs in pain, he made his way across the living room. He stopped and looked at the couch. Drawing his gun, he pulled back the hammer, and let the bullets fly. Six perfect holes engraved in the couch.
He never wanted to see it again.
Reloading his gun, he slammed the door open. Vash nearly fell over in surprise when he saw him.
"Knives! What in the hell are you doing? Get back inside. Your not healed yet." he yelled.
Jak's eyes widened. "Knives! Wait, I can explain!"
"You need not to explain anything, I am always watching Jak." came the cold sound of a demon from his throat.
"Wait, that was forty years ago, get back here!" she screamed as he walked off the porch.
"KNIVES! GET BACK HERE!" Vash yelled.
"You didn't come back all those years ago when I called out, Vash, why should I now." He pointed his gun at his brother and pulled the trigger.
Vash cried out in pain as the bullet went straight through his knee. Jak just stared at him. "Knives, really, I can explain," she said, tears pouring from her eyes.
"Like I said, I am always watching," he pulled the trigger again. Jak went down in a heap next to Vash. Raising her head up and clutching her shoulder, she cried out again.
"Monster! That's all you are." she said.
"I have been called that before. It doesn't faze me. I think you are the monster. Just some kind of monster." he said as he turned and walked away.
She watched as he shot down innocent by-standards who saw the entire scene. She looked at Vash.
"Why did he leave like that?" she asked.
"He saw what you saw."
"What?"
"He saw a long forgotten memory from forty years ago."
"Us." she said in a whisper as she looked at the shrinking figure of Knives looming in the distance.
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Wow, that was a fun one to write! Really, I am so mean, don't worry, it gets better. I think. I dunno yet. And don't worry about the whole thing up there. Yet.
Thank you to all of those who have been reviewing. Guess I won't leave this story.
REVIEW! Dammit.
Save a horse. Ride a boy.
Nuclear.
