A new dawn, and a red dawn!

I think I made that up, although it could be from LOTR. The red dawn part, anyhows.

Easel-way: Yep, that's why I took chem.. last year, and I'm not taking it anymore. Luckily I had a good teacher, but stoichiometry still needs to be killed with a rusty knife. It's EVIL! As to how long the celery's been there...ooohh boy, I don't want to think about that. MWA HA! Sashaying Legato! I like keeping readers on tenterhooks.

Sephiroth 1 Ripley8: YAY! I'm glad you like my fic. I like your (pseudo)explanation...it gives me an idea...you'll find out later. And, umm, as to the other thing... O.o I can't really speak for Knives. Here he is, he'll answer for himself.

Knives: Sure I can visit in the middle of the night. But I will bring my gun and shoot you on sight for DARING TO SUGGEST—

PTG: (Pushes Knives away, still ranting and shaking fists.) SO I guess that solves that. Um, as to the vanilla cake, let me check (visits website with 1000's of screencaps, mentioned below, awesome site) I'm looking at the pic right now () and it looks to me like...a block...of...tofu........O.o Anyway, thanks for reviewing and signing! Yay! (dances.) I can't dance.

StarofFoam: Hey, glad you liked it! I will write more! (Be afraid. Be very afraid)

DISCLAIMER: see above chapter.

PS: Liddle old lady pic:

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ReVash:

They three walked/skipped/pranced/ambled/toddled/sashayed through the night. Actually, the brothers did the walking. Legato did all the other weird stuff. Also actually, Vash had to be carried again, and he was unconscious again. "This is really not good," thought Knives.

The patch on the horizon began to grow nearer. Lit by the moon, the travelers could see it was a house, surrounded by trees and a garden, yes, in the middle of the desert. They reached it, and Knives approached and knocked on the door. He stepped back, and the door opened.

"Come in..."

Chapter 8: Interlude to Oddness

Knives and Legato stared. "Hey! It's that old lady from episode six!" NO, they didn't really say that. They said something more along the lines of "What the..."

Because it just so happened to be that old lady from episode six: the one with the mouth like she's been eating lemons and big purple glasses and ears on the sides of her cheeks. "Hello Legato. Knives, c'mon in. You can put Vash on the couch, you betcha."

The two conscious men stared. "Do I KNOW you?" asked Knives.

"Yes, pray inform us as to who you may be. In fact..." The self-licker tried to read the freaky old lady's mind. He was repelled by a mental wall, stronger even than his mind abilities could comprehend. He blinked.

"All in good time, you betcha," said they old lady. She winked; at least it looked like she was trying to wink, except for the big freaky purple glasses completely covered her attempt. "Now you go ahead an' put yer brother on the couch, Knives, his ankle ain't in th' best o shape, y'know. An' you boys could use a bit o feedin' up, too. You boys like salmon?"

The freaky lady bustled over to the refrigerator and opened it. One whole shelf was filled with salmon and another with loaves of bread. The lady took out the aforementioned items and began making salmon sandwiches.

Knives looked to the right, saw a living room with a couch, and gently dumped his brother on it. He looked down at Vash's ankle, wondering whether he should try to rebandage it for him, but at that moment the old lady bustled into the room, holding a tray. "You leave that to me, dearie, I c'n fix his ankle so's it's good as new, you betcha."

She set the tray down and flapped he hands at Knives to go eat. Which must have looked very strange, because this old lady was less than half his height. Knives went and ate a sandwich, then another, watching the old lady dress Vash's ankle. A thought occurred to him and he looked around. "Where's the minion?"

"In the kitchen, dear," said the old lady without turning around. Knives turned toward the kitchen, but before he could get up, a small black cat with outsized ocular orbs sauntered through the doorway. It looked up at Knives, then jumped up onto the table and began eating sandwiches.

Knives looked at it. "Legato?"

"Maow," said the cat.

"Why—"

The freaky old lady answered on the cat's behalf. "It's the only way he can eat health food, dearie. Salmon is healthy, unless you fry it. Which I haven't had time to do."

"Really? Interesting." Knives started poking the cat.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, dearie. If a bite from him turned out like this, a scratch, though less potent, may still hurt."

Knives snatched his hand away. He rounded on the old woman. "Look, may I ask how you know all this, old—"

The old freaky lady turned around. "My name, dear, is Rhubarbara."

The cat's eyes popped. It scampered out of the room, and returned in Legato form.

"Mother?"

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PTG:MWA HAHAHAHAHA! I hope nobody saw that coming. If that doesn't hook you, I don't know what will.