Cause we'll put a boot in yer ass, thats the American Wayyyyyyy!

Woa. That was weird...

I don't own Trigun. Damn. Do own Jak though...

On with the ness.

Chapter 9*********

Jak smiled elusively as she pushed her hair out of her face.

"You sure you've never been with anyone before?" she asked as she sucked on the side of his neck.

"Only you," he said with a moan.

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"Would you stop it, geze we are in public..."

"Sorry, its not my fault he picked now to open his head up!"

Vash, Meryl and Milly had been walking around the town, looking for a bar that Vash hadn't already been kicked out of. He was having a serious problem at the moment, and was driving Meryl insane.

He grabbed his head and plopped down right in the middle of the street. Then he started bashing himself with his fist.

Meryl was acting like she didn't know him. "Are you ok? Come on! Get up! Come on!" she told him repeatedly.

"This is either the kinkiest thing I have ever been through, or the grossest." he said suddenly.

"Can't you just close your mind?" Meryl asked impatiently.

"Well, not while he's in it!" Vash said loudly as he yanked himself off the ground.

Milly was just laughing, " I think it is cute. Mister Knives finally found someone."

Vash rolled his eyes, "I really need something to drink, maybe he will stop if I drink it all away. Ohhh, grossssss," he said as he hit his forehead again.

Meryl sighed, "Sometimes I worry about you Vash."

"I worry about myself sometimes!" was all he got out before he was surrounded by men with rather large guns.

"Awww, what now?" Vash whined out loud. "I was having enough trouble with Knives in my head."

The men glanced at each other, "Knives in your head, ok, whatever."

"We know who you are, Vash the Stampede, and we want that pretty bounty on your head."

"Wow, lets get this over with, really, I want a drink. More like, I need a drink." Vash laughed.

The men looked at each other again, "You are an idiot. I can't believe you are the infamous gunman."

"No one can really." Vash said with a smirk.

"I think he mocked us boss," said one of the more stupid henchman.

"No shit Sherlock. Ok boys, let him have it, its dead or alive for the bounty!" the boss yelled.

"Yipe! Vash yelled as he dodged a stream of bullets. He looked as if he was doing a strange dance, hopping around, screaming about god knows what. Then, one bullets grazed the side of his head and some hair flew off.

"HEY! Thats my hairs! Yer ganna get it now!" Vash yelled as he jumped into the air and came flying down on top of the mans head. He leaped again, and fell onto the boss.

"Oops, I am so very sorry, lost my footing there buddy! SHIT! Now Knives is really getting into it, he is driving me INSANE!" Vash yelled as he gave a juno-chop to a machine-gun wielding henchman.

"He finally gets a taste of his own medicine." Meryl muttered.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" Vash yelled over the gun fire.

"Oh, nothing sweetie! AHH! To your left!" Meryl yelled at a Vash who couldn't pay attention with everything that was going on in his head.

"I got him!" Milly yelled as she brought out her stun-gun.

The men just turned heel and ran away with their tails between their legs.

"Guess that they didn't know it was a simple stun gun!" Milly said with a laugh.

"HOORAY!" Vash yelled at the top of his lungs.

"What? Whats a hooray?" Meryl said worrily.

"He's done, he's done! No more thoughts in my head, yes!" Vash said as he danced around in a little circle, acting like he was thanking God.

"Oh, geze, this means no more drinks? Right?" Meryl asked with a laugh, she already knew the answer to that one.

"Nope, I say we get some drinks to celebrate him leaving my head!" Vash cried out as he spotted a bar that he hadn't been in yet.

"Oh lord Milly, we are gonna have one really drunk man in our room tonight." Meryl sighed.

"Yes, I think we will," Milly said as the girls watched him walk into the bar proclaiming love and peace and how he needed some beer.

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"Did you know, we are on a pool table in a bar with no one in it?" She asked as she stared into his sky blue eyes.

"Yea, glad there is no one in it," He replied as he rolled over on to his back.

"What are we gonna do now Knives?" she asked.

"I dunno, you've done this before."

"Not that, you numskull."

"Then I still dunno."

"Some help you are." she picked herself up off the cool table and slid off. She gave a shiver as her bare feet hit the cold floor. She stood there for a minute, then looked under one of the tables. "There you are," she said as she pulled her suit out from under it.

Sliding her feet in and pulling it over her shoulders, she 'accidently' forgot to zip it up.

"And where are you going?" she felt two arms snake around her waist as he laid his face in her soft hair.

"Come on Knives, we can't do it every second of the day," she said in a whiney voice.

"All right," he replied as he put on a pouty face and put his pants back on. She gave a slight smile at a memory that came back when he pouted, he looked exactly like Vash, except their eyes, of course.

She was having a hard time finding all of her clothes. A boot under a bar stool, a sock on top of the beer keg. And she was still missing her gun and holster.

"Were we really all over the bar like this?" she asked as she pulled her other boot out from under a chair.

"I guess so." was all he said.

"Figures, have you seen my gun?" she asked as she stood in the middle of the bar and scratched her head.

"I think its over by mine actually. By the shot glasses." he pointed over by the counter.

"Oh, there it is, walked by it three times already." she laughed as she put it around her waist.

"You ready yet?' He asked impatiently.

"Forgetting something?" she asked as she threw his gun at him.

"Oh, yea, hurry up, Jesus women take forever." he said as he threw open the doors to the bar. Orangish-red sunlight came pouring through as he sighed. "Already sun-down, you wanna stay the night here, or get going?"

"Get going, can't stand to be in a deserted town with just you to talk to," she mocked as she brushed past him, dragging her hand along his waist.

"Aren't you nice, lets go back to the hotel so I can get my stuff." he said as she began in the wrong direction.

"Ok, how about I meet you over there, Ill go and get the car." she said with a smile.

"Just don't you go no where without me," he laughed and gave her a kiss. She pulled away before he got any deeper, or they would be out on the street doing gettin' jiggy wit it.

She turned away and headed toward the car. Only one thing invaded her head, 'That was great.'

Down the street, he gave a small laugh, 'Glad you liked it, I sure did,' he thought, making sure he didn't let her hear.

She found the car and jumped the engine, it whirred to life and she sped off toward the lone hotel. 'Jesus,' she thought, 'he tries to do it again, and we may have to spend the night. I will be exusted!'

'Ok, not again,' he thought to himself, 'Damn,' with that he closed out her thoughts and wandered into his room. Stuffing his junk into a bag, he walked out onto the porch to see her sitting in the car, waiting on him.

"Let me drive," he said as he chucked his stuff in the back. She didn't give much of an argument, just a small grunt and moved over into the passenger seat. She propped her feet up by the mirror and laid back in the seat.

He took off into the impending night, as the whir of the car lulled her to sleep. He began to watch her sleeping form with much interest. He thought it she was so cute when she slept, like an angel.

'A fallen angel.' rang into the back of his thoughts. He looked away and stared at the pitch black horizon. He had no clue what he was going to do. He was almost positive his brother would be coming for him, and dragging those vulgar humans along.

He gave himself a mental slap, he needed to learn how to live with the lower life-forms. Now that he was out and about, he would be seeing them every where, and he didn't want human following him like they follow his brother. He couldn't kill every town he ran across, he would eventually get caught, or have a bounty put on his head, he didn't particularly want that.

Glancing at his watch, he saw it was nearly eleven, and he was tired. He drove a little bit longer, until he saw a small rock formation sticking out into the night like a sore thumb.

'We will sleep here tonight, need to rest anyways.' he thought as he pulled up and killed the engine. Letting out a long sign, he looked over at Jak's sleeping form. 'Like a fallen angel,' he thought.

Opening the car door, he slid out and yanked some blankets from behind the seat. Spreading them out on the ground, he wandered over to the car and opened the passenger side door. As he began to lift her almost lifeless body, she helped him out and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gave a smile and carried her over to the blankets.

Setting her down on the blanket, he snuggled in close to her and snaked his arms around her stomach. He could feel her breaths as her ribs rose and sunk in a rhymithic manner.

Just then, she began to gasp for breath, and yelled out in her sleep.

'Nightmare' he thought as he stroked her hair and made a shushing sound. She whimpered and rolled over. Burying her head into his chest, he could feel her silent tears soak through his shirt. She brought her hands up and grabbed handfuls of the blanket.

He knew what she was going through, nightmares were all to common in his dreams nowadays. It was one in a million for him to have a peaceful dream, or not to dream at all. He was exteremly curious as to what was bothering her so badly.

'Just a small peak, nothing more,' he thought as he slipped into her dream.

There was a woman standing there, blood streaming down her face, down her throat, and staining her shirt.

Knives realized she looked exactly like Jak, except the woman in front of him had dark grey eyes, full of passion for what she believed in. The woman was screaming at someone as she sat on the floor of where ever they were.

Knives looked around, it seemed to be an abandoned plant, maybe even a SEEDS ship.

"Jak, no, don't do this, you know better," the woman screamed as Knives snapped back to why he was even in her dream to begin with.

'Maybe its a memory,' he thought as his eyes got big. Spinning around, he was staring down a dark hallway, and the sound of footsteps met his ears.

Jak melted out of the shadows, she was wearing a black trench coat, and from what he could see, blood was spattered down her front. Her eyes were screwed tight shut, as if she was trying not to look at the woman on the ground.

"Jak, please, you can't do this!" the woman to his left pleaded.

"I am so very sorry, dear Nyra, some things have to be done." Jak said rather calmly.

The woman, Nyra, stood up and clutched her head with her hand. Using her free hand, she pulled a gun from her belt.

"No, it stops here Jakar." she sounded exactly like Jak. Knives realized that Jak had acted the same way in the kitchen with the human.

"If thats what you say, Nyra." Jak pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "But I must warn you, you know how violent I have the tendency to become." she said as she blew the smoke from her mouth.

Nyra started to walk towards Jak, gun pointed outwards at her head. Knives recognized the gun, Much like his own, only with strange markings down the barrel.

Nyra pulled back the hammer and placed her finger in the trigger hold. Jak just stood there, eyes still closed, smoking her cigarette.

There was a sudden bang, and Jak moved her head ever so slightly to the left.

"Tsk, tsk, you missed, my turn!" And with that, she threw her cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. She then opened her eyes. "You went and made me mad, why did you have to go and do that?"

Knives gasped silently, her eyes were not that of the Jak he knew now, they were cold and lifeless. Twin pools of sadness and hatred. Jak began to move toward Nyra.

"Jak, stay back there, I am warning you!" Nyra cried out as Jak loomed nearer.

"Nope," Jak smirked and evil smile and raced toward Nyra.

Nyra fell over, clutching her head as Jak lowered her foot from the air. The silver gun fell to the floor beside her leg.

Jak bent over to scoop up the weapon when Nyra shot her hand out and grabbed it first. Jak exploded in a fit of anger and drilled her head again with her foot, sending Nyra sprawling.

"I told you not to piss me off." Jak said quietly as she lifted the gun beside her face. Running her hands along the barrel, she grinned.

Nyra had gotten to her knees and ran a hand through her blood soaked hair. "Jak, please, put it down, you know what may happen," she pleaded with Jak.

Jak smirked and evil grin again, "Yes, I fully aware what may happen." she pulled the hammer back and walked over the Nyra. Placing the barrel only inches from Nyra's head, Jak gave a small laugh. "Oh, and thanks for the gun, dear sister."

Knives yelled out as the shot rang through the room. Nyra fell to the ground without a sound. Jak was still looking at her still form as she gave a smile.

"Oops. Did I do that?" she laughed as she started to leave the room. Then, she turned around, as if she had forgotten something. Walking over to the lifeless body of her sister, she ripped her shirt open and pulled out long, silver chain from around her neck. Pulling the chain off, she dropped it into her pocket and left the room without another word.

Knives had seen enough, his small peak had turned into a long, exasperating look, but he felt compelled to follow Jak out of the room.

He had taken only one step, when Jak's kind voice rang through his head. "The dream is done, are you coming out?"

Knives jerked his eyes open to see Jak's beautiful green eyes. They weren't cold and lifeless as they had been moments before. He sat up into the cool desert night.

"I am really sorry you had to see that," she said through tear stained eyes.

Knives could say nothing. He knew so little about this woman, yet he cared for her deeply. He ran his fingers through his soft blonde hair.

She moved to wrap her arms around his waist, but he flinched uncomfortably, and she moved away.

"I truly am sorry Knives, I should have told you," she said as she laid back down.

Knives said nothing, he was lost in thought, deep thought.

'She killed her own sister, over what I wonder. She slept with my own good for nothing brother, destroyed cities, murdered people, and yet, I care for her so much. Why is it that now I feel that its wrong to kill? Was it because I witnessed her kill another plant? Or is it because her loving, caring side is rubbing off on me.'

He thought for what seemed like hours, and came to the conclusion that he didn't care about her past, and that he most certainly didn't care for her emotionless side. Laying back down next to her sleeping form, he could tell she was sleeping peacefully, without dreams.

'Lucky,' he thought as he pulled the blanket over their bodies.

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Bumbumbummmmmm, a little of her dark and evil past.... what an evil character, killing her sister. And don't worry, the story gets better, notice how he hasn't noticed her new tattoo. Ooooo, how he missed it is beyond me. Really.But that will become the topic of discussion.

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