Posting as many chapters as I can to make up for the long breaks in-between! Starting tomorrow, its final's week -_-^ I hate science! You want to know something really stupid? I had eight scratches from my cat yesterday, then I was working on my English project (part of our final, I'm doing tulips) and was working with the tape. The tape scratched me numerous times so not I have about eleven scratches… Sorry, my rambling comes from watching six family guy episodes in a row… o_-
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The Telltale Heart
Chapter 5
Ages:
Vash- 124
Kat- 8
Kat sat in the hallway outside Vash's room sting on a bench that she had been perched on for the past three hours. Footsteps sounded in the hallway and Kat caught the attention of a passing nurse. "Is he going to be ok?" Kat asked.
"Your father will be fine," the nurse replied patting Kat's hand for reassurance.
"Uh… he's not-" Kat began.
"You can go see him now if you want but please keep quiet, he's still sleeping," with that said the nurse continued her way down the hall.
Kat slipped off the bench she was sitting on and entered the room. Kat never liked hospitals. They always smelled strange to her, as if the place was trying too hard to cover up an unknown scent. When she first saw Vash, she gasped. His hair was down and untamed. Kat could tell that he wasn't wearing his usual red coat since it hung on a rack standing next to the bed.
'He looks so… cute with his hair down!' Kat walked over to the side of his bed and started to lift the side of the sheet to inspect his wound. She jumped in shock when Vash's eyes shot open and his hand snatched the one lifting the sheet. "Don't," he pleaded as soon as he knew who was in the room.
"Don't what?" Kat asked confused. He dropped her hand and rubbed his forehead.
"Oh good you're awake," a nurse exclaimed as she walked into the room to check Vash's vitals.
Kat stepped back slightly as the nurse asked Vash to sit up. The sheet began to slip and Vash made to grab it but it proved to be too late. The white sheet pooled around his torso, revealing hundreds of nasty looking scars. Kat gasped in shock, not expecting to see her hero this scared. The metal grate over his pectoral looked the most painful of all. Kat's eyes drifted and widened as they landed on his arm. 'That's why there was no blood! His arm is… metal.'
The nurse finished what she was doing and insisted that Vash stay another night. Then she turned to Kat and said, "You are such a brave girl. Most ones your age usually faint at the sight of blood."
Kat watched the nurse leave with a baffled expression painted across her face. When she was sure the nurse was gone, Kat looked for a place to sit. Finding none, she proceeded to climb onto the bed Vash occupied.
'What is she doing?' Vash wondered as he watched her climb up.
Kat pulled herself up and scooted next to him. She reached up a hand and gently touched the metal grate covering a good portion of his chest. Her hand drifted to the wound on his shoulder. "Another scar," she paused and rested her head against him, "I wish I could erase these scars for you…"
Vash stiffened at the contact, more uncomfortable with her being there than the pain she was causing his shoulder. She felt him stiffen but paid no attention. Vash shifted into a more comfortable position then pulled Kat closer.
He was amazed that his scars didn't scar her away. She was loveable and sweet natured and that's why Vash began to think of her as his little sister. She was only the second person to make an impact on his life and he didn't want to let her go. There was just one problem, he had to. She was too young to live the life he did so he knew that he had to leave her behind.
He began to absently stroke her soft brown hair, "Where did you come from?"
Kat never did like telling others her past and it was no easier to do so now. She sighed, "I lived with the other kids in the orphanage Nicholas D. Wolfwood has, which is actually a church. Meryl, as I already told you, is my older sister. We're both orphans and she left me at the orphanage with Nicolas since she couldn't take me with her on her job."
"What's your sister's job?" Vash asked.
"She's an insurance agent and her job requires her to travel. I was left with Nicolas since I couldn't be taken with my sister," Kat sniffed at the painful memories, "I haven't seen my sister in three years."
"So how did you end up at the bar when I first met you?" Vash asked attempting to get her mind off the memory of her family.
"I visit there regularly to get away from the other screaming children. The bartender and I are something close to friends and he lets me have drinks there on-the-house," she said.
"May I ask why you're so good at gunmanship?" Vash spoke the thing he had been wondering about ever since they had ditched the bounty hunters.
"Nicolas isn't what you'd call your average priest. I learned my skills from him," Kat said deciding not to go into detail about it.
"What kind of a churchman wields a gun?" Vash thought aloud.
Kat shrugged. "You know I still know nothing about you," Kat hinted.
"Lights out!" an elderly nurse yelled. "And I better not hear anyone talking or I'll jab your asses so full of sedative you'll be in a coma next three and a half weeks!"
Kat grumbled something like, 'old hag' as she clicked out the light for Vash. The room instantly plunged into darkness.
"There isn't an extra bed for you is there?" Vash asked Kat.
"All there is a lousy wooden bench," Kat's voice reached his ears telling him that she was still perched on his bed. "Would you mind sharing a bed?"
It was a good thing the lights were off because Vash turned several shades of red. "Sure…" He could feel Kat burry herself in the sheets next to him. Before he knew it, she was asleep and snoring slightly.
'If she wasn't breathing I'd swear she was dead…' Vash thought as he closed his eyes.
(A/N: I hate finals. Be lucky if you aren't in high school! PLEASE REVIEW!!!)
