Chapter 2
Yes you people...all your assumptions (and questions) were correct! This IS
a Meryl x Knives fic! Yay! Well...actually...KMV but...Yeah...I was working
on this chapter on a piece of scratch paper after finishing part of the
ITED test (Iowa Test of Educational Development. The funny thing is...we
live in Washington state o.O) the paper said BK chapter 2 on top and all
these ppl were like "Whats that?" "Whats BK?" "Is it Ben Kauffman?" "Ooh!
Doomy's in love with Ben!!!" . Idiots...see you guys? You got me all
confuzzled...I think I'll just get on with the story before I die. (FYI:
Ben has a girlfriend who he is engaged to o.O we're 9th graders) and just
so you know...this story is done in many POV's but also narrations. Don't
worry, I'll warn you when there's a change! ~_^
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Knives' POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pain and darkness. I was...lying in a bed? I opened my eyes to see light from the
twin suns pouring in my window. I heard three voices and a clinking of silver wear
coming from what I guessed was the kitchen.
I looked over to my bedside table and saw a glass of water and a vase of tiny
flowers. I grabbed the glass and quickly downed the water, I was so thirsty. 'Probably
from blood loss and dehydration.' I thought angrily. Suddenly my mind processed what I
had seen and I looked back at the small flowers floating in the vase of water on my
nightstand.
Well...actually I didn't look, I glared. How dare this inferior race suck the plants
dry for their own pleasure! I raised my hand to snatch the flowers out of the vase and rip
them to shreds when the smaller human walked in. I stopped, my hand inches from the
flowers, and stared at her. She seemed surprised that I was up but, unlike me, wasn't at a
loss for words.
"Oh, you like the flowers? Millie picked them for you!" She said happily as she
moved towards me. I dropped my hand from where it had been hovering close to the
flowers and shied away from her while giving her the death-glare. She was not perturbed
by this at all and merely said, "Do you feel any better?" I didn't answer her, and turned
my back on her, thinking that maybe if I ignored her, she would leave. She then
proceeded to do the one thing I was not expecting, she got mad.
"Well fine then! I see how it is! Vash goes through all that trouble to tote you
over his shoulder, 100 iles to town! We put you up in our one bed and take care of you
wounds you actually DESERVE TO HAVE and you think you have the right to be
ungrateful! Well, you have another thing coming buddy!" She screamed. I turned around,
exceedingly angry, and mildly startled, to see her, with her face beet red, breathing like
she had run a marathon.
"Human, you speak of rights...what right do you have to come in here and yell at
me? No...what right do you have to even talk to me?" I answered quietly, malice thick in
every word.
It was her turn to look startled. She visibly deflated; almost as if she were a
balloon and I had taken a needle to her. I thought this was because she knew she was
beaten, but I was wrong again. She merely drew another huge breath, which I can only
presume was to launch more comments at me, when Vash came bursting in, apparently
he had heard the noise she was making.
"Meryl, what is going on here?!" Vash yelled. Little human turned her glare from me to
my brother. "Your brother is causing problems, Vash." She said through clenched teeth.
Vash quailed under her gaze and shrunk back as if she were about to strike him.
"N-now Meryl," he stuttered, "We have to make some allowances, after all-" he
was interrupted as Little human smacked him hard across the face. Vash stumbled back
and knocked over the vase of flowers, which shattered on the ground with a tremendous
crash. Big human finally seemed to deem the all noise worthy of investigation for she had
come into the room also.
"What's going on?" She yelled happily. I myself was getting tired of all the loud
noises and screaming so I decided to end this little meeting.
"If you all shut up, and get out of my room, I might consider letting you live." I
said. Everyone immediately quieted down, but, unfortunately for me, did not leave the
room.
"What?!" Little human screeched. "You, threaten us?! When we took you in
and..." she didn't finish her rant. I closed my eyes and mentally picked every one of
them up and threw them out into the hall, making sure to slam them all into the opposite
wall rather hard. Then I slammed the door and locked it with my mind before anyone got
the urge to disturb me again. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, right about here." I said as I
snatched the flowers up off the floor and began shredding them mercilessly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~NARRATION~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meryl huffed back to the kitchen where she began cleaning up the breakfast
things. She threw the dishes into the sink, imagining each fork, plate, and spoon to have
Knives' face, and began scrubbing them furiously with a SOS pad. (A/N: Never wash
dishes without a handy SOS pad! Seriously!) This helped ease her anger a little as she
imagined Knives' face getting scrubbed into oblivion with a steel wool sponge.
Vash came back into the kitchen, rubbing the back of his head where a large knot
was forming. To further vent her anger, Meryl rounded on the wounded Vash. "Vash
your brother is an ungrateful jerk! Actually, he must take after you!" She yelled, waving
her soapy hands franticly in front of poor Vash's face. Vash lowered his head sadly and
mumbled something about having a headache and going back to bed. "Oh no you don't!"
Meryl growled. "You have a lot of chores to do around this house! And after that, you
have to go help Millie and the townspeople with the new water vein!" Vash looked up,
putting on his best pair of puppy-dog eyes.
"But Meryl, my head hurts really bad! I just want to lay down for a little! I'll still
get the chores done!" He whined. Meryl continued to glare, her soapy hands now on her
hips. "I could do the chores faster if I had some donuts!" Vash said suddenly, a big goofy
grin spreading over his face. Meryl threw up her hands, making soap suds fly
everywhere, and let out an exasperated sigh.
"Ok Vash, go get yourself a box of donuts." Meryl said resignedly "But then
come right back here to get the housework done. I mean it! No hanging
around...especially at the bar!"
"Alright Meryl!" Vash replied happily, already on his way to the door, the pain in
his head completely forgotten.
As soon as he was out the door Meryl let her angry frown slide right off her face
to be replaced by a happy grin. She turned around and began humming while scrubbing
the dishes, Knives' face now absent from the kitchen wear.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Millie's POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'Ow my head hurts really bad.' I sit up, now also feeling the pain in my back and
tailbone. I cringe and do a backwards somersault from the wall. When I had been thrown
there I had landed in a very awkward position. I had been laying on my head and
shoulders with my back pressed against the wall and my feet dangling in front of my
face. I figured that this was not a very comfortable position and to do all that was in my
power to keep from finding myself in it again.
I reached my hand up to feel my neck and find it is very sore. "Mr. Knives is a
mean person!" I think for a second that I'll just go back in there and tell him to be nicer to
his hosts...when I remember my promise to myself not to find myself in any more
uncomfortable positions. Suddenly it hits me. 'Mr. Knives must be hungry!' I think. I
smile brightly; I think I would be mad too if I hadn't had anything to eat in days.
Just then my stomach rumbled...reminding me that I hadn't finished breakfast.
'I'll just go out, and buy something for myself and Mr. Knives!' I think happily. I yell a
cheery good-bye to Meryl and proceed outside and head down the road to the pudding
shop.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Vash's POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'Wow...Meryl sure was angry...she should get to know Knives a little more before
she judges him though.' I mused on my way to the donut shop. 'It seems I've forgotten
how angry Meryl could get.' "And how she makes now allowances, and how she's a
work-aholic, and how good she looks in her skirt- OW!" I yelp as my head hits the corner
of the door of the donut shop.
I make little whimpering noises as I rub the front of my head where a new bump
is forming. Still whimpering I walk into the shop. The clerk looked quizzically at me and
I forced a smile I was sure was more like a grimace. Suddenly the aroma of donuts hits
my nose and I quickly call out what I want. "I'll have $$40 worth please! And lots of
sprinkles! Oh, and do you have any butterfly shaped pastries?" I say in a rush. The clerk
blinks, still confused, then chuckles.
"$$40 worth of donuts with lots of sprinkles and a butterfly shaped pastry?" It
sound a lot funnier coming out of someone else's mouth and I can't help but laugh. He
turns around, quickly pulls on a rubber glove, and deftly removes 8 boxes worth of
donuts from the under the glass. I can't help but drool a little. He places them up on the
counter and says he has to make the butterfly pastry and that it will only take a minute. I
nod and grab a donut out of a box and sit down.
The pain in my head (on both sides) completely disappeared when I took that first
bite of the doughy-goodness known as a donut. I must have started having ecstasy
induced convulsions because I found myself on the floor with the clerk staring at me as if
I had sprouted a tail. I smiled apologetically at him, paid the money, and took the pastry.
I walked outside and unwrapped the butterfly, curious as to how it would look.
I gasped as I looked at it, almost expecting it to fly right off the paper. It's wings
were black and orange with a gray body and delicate little antennae. I resist the urge to
poke it, just to see if the clerk had mistakenly wrapped up a real butterfly, because I
know, that the frosting, so expertly put on there, will slide off, just like the scales on real
butterfly wings. So, instead, I move the paper up and down slightly, just to see if it will
fly away. It doesn't, and I smile at it. "Knives will love you." I whisper to it.
Yay...another shortish little chapter...
NEXT CHAPTER: Meryl's old boyfriend! Uh oh! What chaos will ensue here? Stick
around a find out!
*smacks Knives on the ass* YOU'RE IT! *runs away laughing like a mad person*
Knives: u_u *pulls out gun and shoots her*
Me: ACK! x_X *dies*
Whee! XD
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Knives' POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pain and darkness. I was...lying in a bed? I opened my eyes to see light from the
twin suns pouring in my window. I heard three voices and a clinking of silver wear
coming from what I guessed was the kitchen.
I looked over to my bedside table and saw a glass of water and a vase of tiny
flowers. I grabbed the glass and quickly downed the water, I was so thirsty. 'Probably
from blood loss and dehydration.' I thought angrily. Suddenly my mind processed what I
had seen and I looked back at the small flowers floating in the vase of water on my
nightstand.
Well...actually I didn't look, I glared. How dare this inferior race suck the plants
dry for their own pleasure! I raised my hand to snatch the flowers out of the vase and rip
them to shreds when the smaller human walked in. I stopped, my hand inches from the
flowers, and stared at her. She seemed surprised that I was up but, unlike me, wasn't at a
loss for words.
"Oh, you like the flowers? Millie picked them for you!" She said happily as she
moved towards me. I dropped my hand from where it had been hovering close to the
flowers and shied away from her while giving her the death-glare. She was not perturbed
by this at all and merely said, "Do you feel any better?" I didn't answer her, and turned
my back on her, thinking that maybe if I ignored her, she would leave. She then
proceeded to do the one thing I was not expecting, she got mad.
"Well fine then! I see how it is! Vash goes through all that trouble to tote you
over his shoulder, 100 iles to town! We put you up in our one bed and take care of you
wounds you actually DESERVE TO HAVE and you think you have the right to be
ungrateful! Well, you have another thing coming buddy!" She screamed. I turned around,
exceedingly angry, and mildly startled, to see her, with her face beet red, breathing like
she had run a marathon.
"Human, you speak of rights...what right do you have to come in here and yell at
me? No...what right do you have to even talk to me?" I answered quietly, malice thick in
every word.
It was her turn to look startled. She visibly deflated; almost as if she were a
balloon and I had taken a needle to her. I thought this was because she knew she was
beaten, but I was wrong again. She merely drew another huge breath, which I can only
presume was to launch more comments at me, when Vash came bursting in, apparently
he had heard the noise she was making.
"Meryl, what is going on here?!" Vash yelled. Little human turned her glare from me to
my brother. "Your brother is causing problems, Vash." She said through clenched teeth.
Vash quailed under her gaze and shrunk back as if she were about to strike him.
"N-now Meryl," he stuttered, "We have to make some allowances, after all-" he
was interrupted as Little human smacked him hard across the face. Vash stumbled back
and knocked over the vase of flowers, which shattered on the ground with a tremendous
crash. Big human finally seemed to deem the all noise worthy of investigation for she had
come into the room also.
"What's going on?" She yelled happily. I myself was getting tired of all the loud
noises and screaming so I decided to end this little meeting.
"If you all shut up, and get out of my room, I might consider letting you live." I
said. Everyone immediately quieted down, but, unfortunately for me, did not leave the
room.
"What?!" Little human screeched. "You, threaten us?! When we took you in
and..." she didn't finish her rant. I closed my eyes and mentally picked every one of
them up and threw them out into the hall, making sure to slam them all into the opposite
wall rather hard. Then I slammed the door and locked it with my mind before anyone got
the urge to disturb me again. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, right about here." I said as I
snatched the flowers up off the floor and began shredding them mercilessly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~NARRATION~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meryl huffed back to the kitchen where she began cleaning up the breakfast
things. She threw the dishes into the sink, imagining each fork, plate, and spoon to have
Knives' face, and began scrubbing them furiously with a SOS pad. (A/N: Never wash
dishes without a handy SOS pad! Seriously!) This helped ease her anger a little as she
imagined Knives' face getting scrubbed into oblivion with a steel wool sponge.
Vash came back into the kitchen, rubbing the back of his head where a large knot
was forming. To further vent her anger, Meryl rounded on the wounded Vash. "Vash
your brother is an ungrateful jerk! Actually, he must take after you!" She yelled, waving
her soapy hands franticly in front of poor Vash's face. Vash lowered his head sadly and
mumbled something about having a headache and going back to bed. "Oh no you don't!"
Meryl growled. "You have a lot of chores to do around this house! And after that, you
have to go help Millie and the townspeople with the new water vein!" Vash looked up,
putting on his best pair of puppy-dog eyes.
"But Meryl, my head hurts really bad! I just want to lay down for a little! I'll still
get the chores done!" He whined. Meryl continued to glare, her soapy hands now on her
hips. "I could do the chores faster if I had some donuts!" Vash said suddenly, a big goofy
grin spreading over his face. Meryl threw up her hands, making soap suds fly
everywhere, and let out an exasperated sigh.
"Ok Vash, go get yourself a box of donuts." Meryl said resignedly "But then
come right back here to get the housework done. I mean it! No hanging
around...especially at the bar!"
"Alright Meryl!" Vash replied happily, already on his way to the door, the pain in
his head completely forgotten.
As soon as he was out the door Meryl let her angry frown slide right off her face
to be replaced by a happy grin. She turned around and began humming while scrubbing
the dishes, Knives' face now absent from the kitchen wear.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Millie's POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'Ow my head hurts really bad.' I sit up, now also feeling the pain in my back and
tailbone. I cringe and do a backwards somersault from the wall. When I had been thrown
there I had landed in a very awkward position. I had been laying on my head and
shoulders with my back pressed against the wall and my feet dangling in front of my
face. I figured that this was not a very comfortable position and to do all that was in my
power to keep from finding myself in it again.
I reached my hand up to feel my neck and find it is very sore. "Mr. Knives is a
mean person!" I think for a second that I'll just go back in there and tell him to be nicer to
his hosts...when I remember my promise to myself not to find myself in any more
uncomfortable positions. Suddenly it hits me. 'Mr. Knives must be hungry!' I think. I
smile brightly; I think I would be mad too if I hadn't had anything to eat in days.
Just then my stomach rumbled...reminding me that I hadn't finished breakfast.
'I'll just go out, and buy something for myself and Mr. Knives!' I think happily. I yell a
cheery good-bye to Meryl and proceed outside and head down the road to the pudding
shop.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Vash's POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'Wow...Meryl sure was angry...she should get to know Knives a little more before
she judges him though.' I mused on my way to the donut shop. 'It seems I've forgotten
how angry Meryl could get.' "And how she makes now allowances, and how she's a
work-aholic, and how good she looks in her skirt- OW!" I yelp as my head hits the corner
of the door of the donut shop.
I make little whimpering noises as I rub the front of my head where a new bump
is forming. Still whimpering I walk into the shop. The clerk looked quizzically at me and
I forced a smile I was sure was more like a grimace. Suddenly the aroma of donuts hits
my nose and I quickly call out what I want. "I'll have $$40 worth please! And lots of
sprinkles! Oh, and do you have any butterfly shaped pastries?" I say in a rush. The clerk
blinks, still confused, then chuckles.
"$$40 worth of donuts with lots of sprinkles and a butterfly shaped pastry?" It
sound a lot funnier coming out of someone else's mouth and I can't help but laugh. He
turns around, quickly pulls on a rubber glove, and deftly removes 8 boxes worth of
donuts from the under the glass. I can't help but drool a little. He places them up on the
counter and says he has to make the butterfly pastry and that it will only take a minute. I
nod and grab a donut out of a box and sit down.
The pain in my head (on both sides) completely disappeared when I took that first
bite of the doughy-goodness known as a donut. I must have started having ecstasy
induced convulsions because I found myself on the floor with the clerk staring at me as if
I had sprouted a tail. I smiled apologetically at him, paid the money, and took the pastry.
I walked outside and unwrapped the butterfly, curious as to how it would look.
I gasped as I looked at it, almost expecting it to fly right off the paper. It's wings
were black and orange with a gray body and delicate little antennae. I resist the urge to
poke it, just to see if the clerk had mistakenly wrapped up a real butterfly, because I
know, that the frosting, so expertly put on there, will slide off, just like the scales on real
butterfly wings. So, instead, I move the paper up and down slightly, just to see if it will
fly away. It doesn't, and I smile at it. "Knives will love you." I whisper to it.
Yay...another shortish little chapter...
NEXT CHAPTER: Meryl's old boyfriend! Uh oh! What chaos will ensue here? Stick
around a find out!
*smacks Knives on the ass* YOU'RE IT! *runs away laughing like a mad person*
Knives: u_u *pulls out gun and shoots her*
Me: ACK! x_X *dies*
Whee! XD