Love In A Haze
-Chapter 3
"When the hell is Vash coming back...?!" Meryl thought aloud to herself as she boiled water. Meryl was, once again, on her lunch break from the tavern and occupying herself. Just two days ago Vash had gotten a job there, too, since Millie had to quit her mining job. Millie was home all the time now, but Meryl insisted that she would take care of everything so Millie would be able to not worry herself (more like to stop Millie from running around the house to find the bathroom) So, when Meryl was home, she took care of the sleeping Knives. Vash said that Knives would be waking up soon and that Meryl should try to stay away from his room. But it had only been 6 days and Meryl was only making some of her soup for Knives... Vash loved it, maybe Knives would, too?
"Ah, that should do it!" Meryl said as she turned the flame down and set a bowl and spoon next to the pot. Pleased with the yummy smell being emitted from the pot, she cleaned up her small mess and quietly exited the room. She knew Vash and her had alternate lunch hours, but he should be home any time now! Quickly, she got her purse and went back to work, not passing Vash as she did so. Vash always took the back roads and small alleyways to avoid being seen from the locals. It was a good thing he worked as a bouncer, seeing as the town was so afraid of him!! But his occupation wasn't TOO widely known... yet. Vash was now hurrying home... he had planned to take the rest of the day off because he KNEW Knives would wake up today; call it brotherly intuition.
Vash the Stampede casually walked to the house, but tried to be as quiet as he could when he entered: it was Millie's nap time. 'Gee, she's acting like she's been pregnant for months!' Vash thought.
The legendary gunman crept into his brother's room and saw that Knives was still asleep. 'Good...' Vash thought, relieved. He sighed and slumped down in the chair nearest the bed, then something caught his eye. Something was bubbling on the stove!
"Meryl..." he said out loud. 'That stupid...' he thought, but couldn't finish his insult. He didn't want Meryl in here whenever Vash wasn't around! It was dangerous! 'Wonder what he'll do when he wakes up...'
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The sky was painted the color of the crimson 2nd moon that shone through the thick dirt clouds. The dry atmosphere and the stench of filth were protruding to the blond man's nostrils as he carefully folded his blankets. Millions Knives looked up and saw his brother, Vash, standing over a sharp cliff and looking down at a crash site.
"Vash," the young Knives called out, "what are you doing?" He stood up and walked to his brother, who turned around with a smile of an innocent boy.
"I'm watching the people!" Vash happily replied in his small voice. The small boy pointed at the human colony. "They're building places to live!"
"...Animals..." Knives hissed and Vash's eyes were crushed, then sent downwards to gaze at the floor. "They're such worthless and pathetic wastes of life! We SHALL eliminate them from our Eden, my brother," Knives said in a comforting and determined tone. The thought of his future plans brought nothing less than a happy smile to his face. "Then we shall live and help this land live... and we will do this," Knives suddenly grew and became his present self, a man looking to be in his late twenties, "together."
"NO!" The forever young Vash said. His childish eyes filled with crystal tears. "What... what about Rem?!" Vash cried, "don't you feel bad for... for what you did?!?! Th--" Vash choked over his tears, "she saved you!"
"What are you talking about now, Vash? We're above foolish human feelings! Love, regret, sorrow, happiness, we don't have to experience any of them! We are a superior race!" Knives said to Vash, who was only as tall as Knives's waist.
"NO! We're not! We should be helping them like.. like how Rem helped us!" Vash said as he backed up and got a little more distance between them.
A vision flickered in front of Knives's eyes. It was a woman just as tall as he was... her gentle brown eyes... her long, dark brown hair... her uniform! It was REM! "Re-Rem?!" Knives cried. She stood out in front of Knives, a younger version of him stood behind her, bewildered as Rem had her arms stretched out to the sides. She looked right through the present Knives as though he wasn't there.
"Rouin! Put the gun down!" Rem pleaded. Suddenly, Knives was back to that day.
"He-he has to die! IT was HIS fault...!" Rouin yelled in panic.
"No one has the right to take the life of another... even if they have done wrong... every life is precious because the ticket to your future... is blank." Rem said as she walked towards the older version of Knives.
"Rem..." Knives said.
The younger Vash pulled out two guns, the black and silver .45 colts and pointed them at Knives's back. Knives turned around in shock as he heard the sound of them both being cocked back.
"She knew, Knives! She knew it was you! But she tried to save you, anyway! But.. but you killed her!" Vash screamed.
"Vash, don't! I only--" Knives pleaded.
"You killed her! YOU KILLED REM!"
bang.
--
"Vash!" Knives called out as he shot up in his bed, an action he soon regretted. "Ahh!" Knives gasped in pain and laid back down on the soft mattress, his eyes squeezed shut from the pain.
"Good morning! Er... well.. Afternoon! I'm right here." Vash said as he looked over at his brother.
"Va-ahh!" Knives said as he tried to sit up once more, but, once more, the pain from his gut and legs were enough to halt his actions.
"You... uh... might not want to do that for a while," Vash leaned forward in his chair. "you've been comatose your body for the past six days and have been heal very quickly, but you're still in bad shape! You're mind still needs to heal." Vash stood up with a creak of the old, imitation wood chair and went to the stove. Knives watched Vash through his adjusting crystalline blue eyes. Vash poured some soup into the deep bowl and put a large straw in it. "Hungry? Think you can drink something?" Vash asked as he walked over to the wide-awake man.
"...what is it?" Knives asked cautiously. He trusted his brother with his life, he always had, but their relationship was a rather unique one.
"I think it's spice soup! Wull... that's what I call it! A friend of mine made it for you! It will make you feel better, trust me."
Knives hesitated and narrowed his eyes. "...humans..." He said.
"Please?" Vash asked nicely, and Knives complied. He tried to reach for the cup, but the pain in his shoulder held his arms down. "Oh, here!" Vash said as he put the straw next to Knives's mouth. But, Knives didn't respond. He was staring behind Vash at the tall girl who seemed all too innocent. Vash looked back and blinked as he eyed Millie.
"Umm... Hullo!" Millie stuttered as she wearily waved at them. "I just wanted to see who you were talking to, Mr. Vash..." she confessed with guilt, but Vash just smiled at her.
"Millie," he said, "this is Knives, my brother."
Millie walked halfway into the room and smiled at Knives, who wore a sullen expression as though it were his natural face. "Hello, I am Millie Thompson. I am very pleased to meet you, Mr. Knives!" She said with great energy and fondness of Knives... he seemed like he needed to see a real smiling face!
But Knives kept the scowl on his face, though it didn't affect Millie the least. Vash, though, felt very uncomfortable and edgy as Knives glared, and Millie noticed that.
"Well then! I th ink I'll do a little cleaning around the house... I do hope you get better soon, Mr. Knives!" Millie stated cheerfully and exited the room, closing the door behind her. Knives shot daggers at Vash with his dark blue eyes.
"That was Millie. She and her partner, Miss Meryl Strife, are both good friends of mine. They were kind enough to let me use this room and for you to stay with us in this small house." Vash said, turning his back to Knives. "They're really nice ladies... Miss Meryl was kind enough to make this soup for you..."
"Get. Me. Out. Of. Here." Knives said dangerously.
"Knives..." Vash sighed and looked down to the floor.
"How DARE you have me live with these.. with this FILTH!" Knives yelled, his eyes radiated the light green glow as he glared at the back of Vash's head.
"They are NOT filth! SHUT UP!" Vash yelled and turned around quickly to face his brother. Vash's emotions, also being rilled, caused his own green eyes to glow the dark blue color. Knives, shocked by Vash's outburst, just stared at his brother as Vash stared back. Both of them were without a clue as to what to say to one another, but it was Vash who spoke first. "Give them a chance... " he said softly and sighed, calming himself down. "Just them... and we'll see how it goes from there, alright?" Vash asked, trying to plead with his brother. "Besides..." Vash said with a smile in an attempt to turn the mood into a cheery one, "it's not like you have much of a choice!"
Vash smiled wider and grinned in his idiotic way, laughing as he did so. Knives couldn't stop himself... he had to laugh at his moronic brother!
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A/N: Well... nervous laugh I DON'T have spell check on my computer.. but I'm trying, kay kays?? Thanks, ya'll fer the reviews! I hope I don't let any of you down and I'll do my best not to! (If ya see any more spelling errors, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me!! I need to know... I dun wanna look too much like a fool in front of my readers! -.)
--Fujin Kazano
-Chapter 3
"When the hell is Vash coming back...?!" Meryl thought aloud to herself as she boiled water. Meryl was, once again, on her lunch break from the tavern and occupying herself. Just two days ago Vash had gotten a job there, too, since Millie had to quit her mining job. Millie was home all the time now, but Meryl insisted that she would take care of everything so Millie would be able to not worry herself (more like to stop Millie from running around the house to find the bathroom) So, when Meryl was home, she took care of the sleeping Knives. Vash said that Knives would be waking up soon and that Meryl should try to stay away from his room. But it had only been 6 days and Meryl was only making some of her soup for Knives... Vash loved it, maybe Knives would, too?
"Ah, that should do it!" Meryl said as she turned the flame down and set a bowl and spoon next to the pot. Pleased with the yummy smell being emitted from the pot, she cleaned up her small mess and quietly exited the room. She knew Vash and her had alternate lunch hours, but he should be home any time now! Quickly, she got her purse and went back to work, not passing Vash as she did so. Vash always took the back roads and small alleyways to avoid being seen from the locals. It was a good thing he worked as a bouncer, seeing as the town was so afraid of him!! But his occupation wasn't TOO widely known... yet. Vash was now hurrying home... he had planned to take the rest of the day off because he KNEW Knives would wake up today; call it brotherly intuition.
Vash the Stampede casually walked to the house, but tried to be as quiet as he could when he entered: it was Millie's nap time. 'Gee, she's acting like she's been pregnant for months!' Vash thought.
The legendary gunman crept into his brother's room and saw that Knives was still asleep. 'Good...' Vash thought, relieved. He sighed and slumped down in the chair nearest the bed, then something caught his eye. Something was bubbling on the stove!
"Meryl..." he said out loud. 'That stupid...' he thought, but couldn't finish his insult. He didn't want Meryl in here whenever Vash wasn't around! It was dangerous! 'Wonder what he'll do when he wakes up...'
--
The sky was painted the color of the crimson 2nd moon that shone through the thick dirt clouds. The dry atmosphere and the stench of filth were protruding to the blond man's nostrils as he carefully folded his blankets. Millions Knives looked up and saw his brother, Vash, standing over a sharp cliff and looking down at a crash site.
"Vash," the young Knives called out, "what are you doing?" He stood up and walked to his brother, who turned around with a smile of an innocent boy.
"I'm watching the people!" Vash happily replied in his small voice. The small boy pointed at the human colony. "They're building places to live!"
"...Animals..." Knives hissed and Vash's eyes were crushed, then sent downwards to gaze at the floor. "They're such worthless and pathetic wastes of life! We SHALL eliminate them from our Eden, my brother," Knives said in a comforting and determined tone. The thought of his future plans brought nothing less than a happy smile to his face. "Then we shall live and help this land live... and we will do this," Knives suddenly grew and became his present self, a man looking to be in his late twenties, "together."
"NO!" The forever young Vash said. His childish eyes filled with crystal tears. "What... what about Rem?!" Vash cried, "don't you feel bad for... for what you did?!?! Th--" Vash choked over his tears, "she saved you!"
"What are you talking about now, Vash? We're above foolish human feelings! Love, regret, sorrow, happiness, we don't have to experience any of them! We are a superior race!" Knives said to Vash, who was only as tall as Knives's waist.
"NO! We're not! We should be helping them like.. like how Rem helped us!" Vash said as he backed up and got a little more distance between them.
A vision flickered in front of Knives's eyes. It was a woman just as tall as he was... her gentle brown eyes... her long, dark brown hair... her uniform! It was REM! "Re-Rem?!" Knives cried. She stood out in front of Knives, a younger version of him stood behind her, bewildered as Rem had her arms stretched out to the sides. She looked right through the present Knives as though he wasn't there.
"Rouin! Put the gun down!" Rem pleaded. Suddenly, Knives was back to that day.
"He-he has to die! IT was HIS fault...!" Rouin yelled in panic.
"No one has the right to take the life of another... even if they have done wrong... every life is precious because the ticket to your future... is blank." Rem said as she walked towards the older version of Knives.
"Rem..." Knives said.
The younger Vash pulled out two guns, the black and silver .45 colts and pointed them at Knives's back. Knives turned around in shock as he heard the sound of them both being cocked back.
"She knew, Knives! She knew it was you! But she tried to save you, anyway! But.. but you killed her!" Vash screamed.
"Vash, don't! I only--" Knives pleaded.
"You killed her! YOU KILLED REM!"
bang.
--
"Vash!" Knives called out as he shot up in his bed, an action he soon regretted. "Ahh!" Knives gasped in pain and laid back down on the soft mattress, his eyes squeezed shut from the pain.
"Good morning! Er... well.. Afternoon! I'm right here." Vash said as he looked over at his brother.
"Va-ahh!" Knives said as he tried to sit up once more, but, once more, the pain from his gut and legs were enough to halt his actions.
"You... uh... might not want to do that for a while," Vash leaned forward in his chair. "you've been comatose your body for the past six days and have been heal very quickly, but you're still in bad shape! You're mind still needs to heal." Vash stood up with a creak of the old, imitation wood chair and went to the stove. Knives watched Vash through his adjusting crystalline blue eyes. Vash poured some soup into the deep bowl and put a large straw in it. "Hungry? Think you can drink something?" Vash asked as he walked over to the wide-awake man.
"...what is it?" Knives asked cautiously. He trusted his brother with his life, he always had, but their relationship was a rather unique one.
"I think it's spice soup! Wull... that's what I call it! A friend of mine made it for you! It will make you feel better, trust me."
Knives hesitated and narrowed his eyes. "...humans..." He said.
"Please?" Vash asked nicely, and Knives complied. He tried to reach for the cup, but the pain in his shoulder held his arms down. "Oh, here!" Vash said as he put the straw next to Knives's mouth. But, Knives didn't respond. He was staring behind Vash at the tall girl who seemed all too innocent. Vash looked back and blinked as he eyed Millie.
"Umm... Hullo!" Millie stuttered as she wearily waved at them. "I just wanted to see who you were talking to, Mr. Vash..." she confessed with guilt, but Vash just smiled at her.
"Millie," he said, "this is Knives, my brother."
Millie walked halfway into the room and smiled at Knives, who wore a sullen expression as though it were his natural face. "Hello, I am Millie Thompson. I am very pleased to meet you, Mr. Knives!" She said with great energy and fondness of Knives... he seemed like he needed to see a real smiling face!
But Knives kept the scowl on his face, though it didn't affect Millie the least. Vash, though, felt very uncomfortable and edgy as Knives glared, and Millie noticed that.
"Well then! I th ink I'll do a little cleaning around the house... I do hope you get better soon, Mr. Knives!" Millie stated cheerfully and exited the room, closing the door behind her. Knives shot daggers at Vash with his dark blue eyes.
"That was Millie. She and her partner, Miss Meryl Strife, are both good friends of mine. They were kind enough to let me use this room and for you to stay with us in this small house." Vash said, turning his back to Knives. "They're really nice ladies... Miss Meryl was kind enough to make this soup for you..."
"Get. Me. Out. Of. Here." Knives said dangerously.
"Knives..." Vash sighed and looked down to the floor.
"How DARE you have me live with these.. with this FILTH!" Knives yelled, his eyes radiated the light green glow as he glared at the back of Vash's head.
"They are NOT filth! SHUT UP!" Vash yelled and turned around quickly to face his brother. Vash's emotions, also being rilled, caused his own green eyes to glow the dark blue color. Knives, shocked by Vash's outburst, just stared at his brother as Vash stared back. Both of them were without a clue as to what to say to one another, but it was Vash who spoke first. "Give them a chance... " he said softly and sighed, calming himself down. "Just them... and we'll see how it goes from there, alright?" Vash asked, trying to plead with his brother. "Besides..." Vash said with a smile in an attempt to turn the mood into a cheery one, "it's not like you have much of a choice!"
Vash smiled wider and grinned in his idiotic way, laughing as he did so. Knives couldn't stop himself... he had to laugh at his moronic brother!
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A/N: Well... nervous laugh I DON'T have spell check on my computer.. but I'm trying, kay kays?? Thanks, ya'll fer the reviews! I hope I don't let any of you down and I'll do my best not to! (If ya see any more spelling errors, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me!! I need to know... I dun wanna look too much like a fool in front of my readers! -.)
--Fujin Kazano