Note: I am sooooo sorry for taking so long...I don't know what else to say so let's get thanking all you kind and patient reviewers.
Stormy - definitely agree with you on that one. Thanks for your review and here is the update.
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Angel: I don't believe we have finally come to the last chapter.
Knives: Well I for one am glad, this story sucked...I was hardly even in it apart from when I got beaten up by that overgrown cat.
Kuroneko: grrrrr.
Knives: -backs away from the kitty-
Angel: So why are you still here Knives?
Knives: Do you really expect me to be dumped off in the desert?
Angel: Well...yeah I kinda did seeing as how you complained the whole time about being with me.
Knives: It's not my fault all you humans are so stupid.
Angel: Be quiet! He's waking up!
Knives: Great...now I'm going to be trapped in a car with two idiots and an evil cat.
Kuroneko: Nyaa!
Chapter 7 - Sense of Impending Death
Millie looked around at the chaos in sheer terror, there was a sickening feeling in her stomach which had slowly crept up into her throat and hung there, tempting her to throw up. Her once shining blue eyes that sparkled with happiness were dark and dull with fear and grief. She had never witnessed anything like this before and she was so sure that Ivory had already released all the pent up anger.
How wrong she had been.
Everything has happened so quickly that it was hard to believe it had happened at all, but the sight before her cut deep inside. She knew that it had happened and she had allowed it to occur.
Tears shone now in her azure orbs and finally her limbs broke free from their freeze and she fell to her knees beside the motionless body. The life now gone from open, unfocused eyes which stared through her and into the space of nothingness.
Millie was barely aware of Vash and Meryl as they entered the room, her focus fixed on the blood, which was pooling around her and being soaked up into her clothes. A tear escaped and streaked down her face, falling to the ground to mix with the blood.
Suddenly she noticed movement and glanced up at Vash who was standing in shock, his aqua eyes darkening to green and brimming with tears, the sight already crushing his soul. Meryl was just behind him, one hand reaching up to cover her mouth to stop the frightened scream that might have pushed its way into reality. The other hand reached up to grip Vash's arm as tears filled her own eyes. She knew exactly what this sort of tragedy could do to the man she loved. If he went into another traumatised state her efforts to try and tell him how she felt would be lost.
"I'm so sorry...Mr. Vash." Millie choked from where she knelt on the ground and wiped at the tears, which were flowing, down her face. Her apology fell on deaf ears and as she glanced into the face of the gunman she wished she hadn't. There was so much pain in his eyes and she felt more tears building.
"Millie..." Meryl spoke, her voice pained "What happened? Are they..." She couldn't finish her sentence as her eyes darted between the two bodies.
Ivory lie beside Millie, her inert figure and blank eyes void of life, blood seeping from an injury to her head. Knives was slumped against the wall, his head lowered so his chin rested against his chest, which was covered with blood.
Vash finally seemed to snap back to reality, his eyes focusing firstly on Ivory and then sliding sideways to settle on his motionless brother. In seconds he had broken free from Meryl's grasp and was by his brother's side.
Meryl's POV
I didn't know what to do...I felt completely helpless watching my two friends break before my very eyes. The sight of the room itself was enough to bring tears to my eyes and I still didn't understand what had happened. Had Ivory done something to upset Knives or had it been the other way round?
I closed my eyes to block out the picture of grief before me and held the tears behind my eyelids, there was no use in crying. From what I could tell Ivory was dead and the way Knives sat slumped against the wall made me pretty sure he was dead or dying. I didn't even want to imagine what his death would do to Vash.
I took a shaky step backwards, afraid of the reality of the situation and wanting to hide from what had happened. It didn't seem like anything was going to go my way, but perhaps this was proof enough that Vash and I were just not meant to be together. It wouldn't have worked anyway; me aging with the passing of time and him staying vibrant and young. That little fact in itself was probably enough to end the relationship before it had properly begun.
But what the hell am I thinking about this for?
Vash's brother is dead and all I can think of is myself! I feel suddenly sickened by my own thoughts and I open my eyes to glance at Millie who is looking up at me with a terrified look in her eyes.
"He's alive..." Vash's voice is a whisper of hope and my heart lightens, I never thought I would be wishing for Knives to live.
"I'll get the doctor." I speak up and dash past them and out of the door.
The sun momentarily blinds me and I run as fast as possible, which isn't very fast considering my legs were shaking considerably. The doctor's office was not very far from the house at all, but that small trip seemed to be the longest one of my life. By the time I reached the small house with it's large door I pushed through it and almost stumbled over someone who was standing just inside the door.
"Hey what's the hurry Miss?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I'm looking for the doctor, is he here?"
"He's tending to a patient in one of the small rooms at the back."
"Thank you."
"Hey wait a minute, you can't just go barging in there." The man said as he moved to stand in front of me.
"You listen here buddy, my friend's brother is dying, and you'll let me pass right now!" I felt my anger beginning to get the better of me. This stupid idiot was blocking me from the only person who could help Knives...Vash and me.
"Now little lady, I don't like being ordered around like that, you need to learn some manners."
"Don't make me tell you again!"
"I'm not going to listen to your damn..."
"Hey what's going on out here?" I let out a sigh of relief at the sound of the doctor's voice.
I pushed past the annoying man and came face to face with the doctor, a look of irritation on his usually passive face.
"I'm so sorry to bother you doctor, but my friend Knives got hurt. I think he might be dying, you have to help him!"
"That young man doesn't have much luck does he?" The doctor shook his head, "Let me just gather some things, I'll be right back."
I waited impatiently for him to get his equipment and glanced over at the man who had tried to stop me from seeing him. His gaze was slightly annoyed and I wondered why he was here in the first place. He didn't exactly look sick and then the idea hit me, maybe a friend of his was the person who was being treated. That would explain the defensive behaviour. I opened my mouth to apologize but the doctor chose that time to come back out holding a rather heavy looking bag.
"Let's go." He said and I nodded and took off at a brisk walk, looking back to make sure he hadn't lost sight of me in the crowds of people that were gathering in the town centre.
When we reached the house I stayed outside until he caught up and gestured for him to go in. "They are just through there doctor...but I don't think I can go in." I gave him a shaky smile and stepped back as he entered and listened to his shocked exclamation as he hurried over to deal with Knives.
I stood outside and glanced out at the street and mainly at the oblivious people walking around in the hot rays of the sun. None of them knew of the raging storm inside our house or inside of me. I felt more alone than ever and I wished there was someone here with me other than the black cat, which was chasing a bit of litter in the dusty street.
"Meryl..." I whirled round to see Millie standing in the doorway, her face streaked with tears and her eyes brimming with more. She had changed into clean clothes and was trying her best to keep the small smile on her face.
"What's happening?"
"The doctor, will organise Ivory's burial." Millie murmured sadly.
"That's nice of him." I replied and we locked eyes for a moment. "What about Knives?"
"The doctor is trying to save him now...but I think it's a losing battle, Mr. Vash knows that too, I can see it in his face." Millie looked down at her hands, which were clenched tightly together. "This is all my fault!"
"No Millie! This wasn't your fault...well what did happen anyway?" I asked but noticed the distant look in Millie's eyes. She was deep in thought and probably hadn't even heard my question.
"Meryl I think Mr. Vash could do with some company right now." Millie spoke up suddenly and I looked at her with a startled look. "He'll be upset about his brother and he'll need a shoulder to cry on."
"But I don't want to leave you here by yourself."
"Please Meryl, I'd rather you be with Mr. Vash right now."
"Well...if you're sure." I murmured and entered the house again. Vash, Knives and the doctor had apparently left the room so I crossed over to the stairs and glanced up them. I could hear a sound that sounded like crying and knew that it could only be Vash.
I crept up the stairs trying to squash the feeling of fear inside of me as I neared the top. My eyes settled on his dejected figure as he stood by the door, his head bowed forward and cradled in his hands. His shoulders shook as he cried and for a brief moment he actually looked his age; broken and frail.
"Vash..." I whispered and he looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears, which trembled down his face. He tried to give me a reassuring smile but failed miserably and let his head drop forwards again. Somehow I managed to walk over to him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Why did this man have to receive so much pain and agony in his life?
"He's going to die." Vash's voice was choked with tears.
"The doctor is trying to save him Vash, me might not have to." I hoped I was sounding reassuring.
"No...there is nothing the doc can do for him."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I just...know." He covered his face with his hands again and slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor. I stood over him wondering what to do in such a situation. I had never really been the comforting sort but I felt a great need to make this man feel better.
Carefully I knelt beside him and wrapped one arm around his shoulders pulling him slightly sideways so he leant against me. 'You can lean on me now' I thought, 'you chose to lean on the wall before when we were in that horrible place...but I won't let you rely on a wall this time.'
He didn't react to this unusual act of affection by me at all, just leant against me like a weeping child and me a protective mother. I suppose that was all Vash was really, a lonely, scared child who needed a mom to take care of him. Rem was taken from him when he was just over a year old and since then he had been alone...apart from Knives. Sure he hadn't been with Knives long but at this moment in time that evil twin was the closest thing he had to family. If he died then Vash would be completely alone in this world whether I stayed with him or not.
He stirred me from his thoughts when he shifted slightly, one arm wrapping around my waist as he buried his face against my neck, I could feel the moisture of his tears on my skin, which was being cooled by his shaky breath. I trembled slightly from the strange sensation of having him so close and reached up to stroke through his mussed hair.
"It's okay Vash." I whispered into his blonde hair, which had long ago fallen from its usual style.
He tightened his grip around me so suddenly that the breath was pushed from my lungs and for a moment I couldn't breathe. Being so close to him was already messing with my senses but it didn't help when I wasn't getting enough oxygen to my brain.
Suddenly the door to Vash's room opened and the doctor stepped out, the look in his eyes said much more than words ever could.
"Your brother...he wants to speak with you." He said quietly, "I don't know how long he has left." I felt Vash tense and I tightened my grip around his shoulders briefly before releasing him and standing up. He looked at me shakily as if he was going to faint before standing up as well.
"I'll wait here." I told him and stepped aside as he passed by me without recognition. The look in his eyes almost made me wish he had been wearing his sunglasses.
Normal POV
Vash closed the door behind him and glanced over at his brother who was lying on his bed on the far side of the room. The window had been left open and the curtain was fluttering like the wings of some white bird. There was a heavy sense of impending death already settling in the room like a shroud and yet a little spark of life shining from within the depths.
He approached cautiously and sat on a chair, which had position beside his bed near the pillow. Knives' pale face turned very slightly as if to acknowledge that he knew his brother was there but he said nothing.
"Does it hurt much?" Vash asked.
"Not really...I can't believe that spider...managed to damage a superior." He scowled slightly.
"Maybe they aren't so inferior after all?" Vash asked, hoping that maybe Knives would have a change of heart.
The laugh, which was uttered from his dying brother, made him realise that his brother would never change; the hate for humans had buried itself too deep within him.
"Any way I didn't ask you in here to talk about humans."
"Then why?"
"I...never meant to hurt you...I know that's what I was doing...but..." He paused and drew in a pained breath. "I just wanted you to forget those inferior beings and come back to me, you always seemed to choose humans over me. Over your very own brother!"
"That's not true Knives, I never favoured anyone...I just wanted everyone to be equal..." A few tears escaped from his aqua eyes as he watched his brother. "I wanted us to be like normal brothers, but the only way you would let that be possible was if I followed your lead and killed people."
"I never meant to kill her you know." Knives whispered, his blue eyes slightly open. Vash's eyes widened and he glanced back at his brother for a long time.
"You wanted to kill everyone else though Knives...she could never allow something like that to happen." Vash laughed, "She even told me to take care of you, she loved you too Knives, you were just too angry to see it."
"Love...a pathetic emotion..."
"You...you don't love me, not even your own brother?" Vash tried to hold back the second torrent of tears.
"My heart isn't capable of loving to any degree." He replied sadly. "But yes Vash I do care for you...just not enough to listen to what you want that's all."
"You're too stubborn."
"So are you." Knives shot back.
Vash paused and glanced over the wound on Knives' chest, which was bleeding through the thick bandage. The injured man coughed and a little blood trickled from his mouth, he couldn't hold on much longer.
"Is there nothing you can do Knives? To stop the bleeding? Anything?" Vash asked but his brother shook his head and closed his eyes. For a moment he looked as if he was all right until his frame shook with a fit of coughing, he opened his mouth to say something more but the words caught in his throat as the flame inside him flickered and died.
Vash bowed his head and tried to fight the tears that were threatening and wished more than anything else that maybe now he could receive some peace that he had always hoped for. The tears finally grew too much of a burden to hold back and he cried freely, unaware of the raven-haired woman sobbing quietly from outside the door.
Millie looked up from the chair as Meryl came down the stairs, her face stained with newly shed tears. The tall girl had done her best to clean up the kitchen and was glad that the doctor had called on some of his friends to take Ivory away, they had promised to come back later for Knives when Vash was ready to let him go.
"Is he alright?" Millie asked gently as her friend sat down opposite her.
"No."
"How about you?"
"I would be lying if I said yes." Meryl's eyes filled with tears again, "Why did this have to happen now Millie? I was just about to tell him...and..." She trailed off sadly.
"You can still tell him Meryl, you never know. He might say yes."
"If he did it would be because he isn't thinking straight and I don't want that. I would rather stay friends with him."
"But if you don't tell him you'll never get to be with him. Is that what you really want?"
"Of course not...but when has he ever given me reason to believe he thinks more of me than a friend - never!" She raised her eyes to glare at Millie, "I won't put more strain on him now, and he doesn't need any more burdens after this. Anyway it never would have worked." She was building back the barriers, which had fallen apart whilst comforting Vash.
Millie smiled sadly and leaned on her palm. "I wish I could have stopped it from happening."
"What exactly did happen?"
"Me and Ivory were cooking dinner when Knives came down the stairs, Ivory got a little nervous because of what he did to her before. Obviously he noticed her fear and tried to take advantage of it...he happened to mention her sister and how it was him who was linked with her death not his brother." Millie paused and drew in a shaky breath, "Ivory went berserk, she yelled at him for being an awful person and started screaming about finally getting her revenge. She grabbed the knife I had been using to chop up some vegetables and went for him."
"Surely he could have blocked it?"
"He was still weak and not expecting her to try anything like that, she hit him in the chest and he knocked her back really hard..." Millie paused, the tears stopping her from continuing, "She hit her head on the edge of the table when she fell. There was so much blood...it was everywhere and I couldn't stop it. Oh Meryl, her eyes were so awful...there was no life left inside of them."
Meryl stood up and walked around to Millie and for the second time that day she comforted a friend even though her own heart was suffering. The hope inside of her had finally died.
2 weeks later...
Vash stood by the window enjoying the cool evening breeze, which helped calm his torn soul. Sure he had never been very close to his brother but when he had died, a part of himself had died too. Meryl and Millie had been very patient with him over the last few days since what had happened but he was beginning to sense a tension building in the house.
Millie had been her usual happy self, doing her best to cheer everyone up. She had succeeded quite a few times and with her help he was starting to feel the agony slip away to a dull ache. He was more concerned for the small girl though, since that day when she had comforted him before the doctor came back she had been acting extremely strange, especially around him. It was like she had shut herself off completely from the world.
She hardly said a word to anyone and he remembered this morning at breakfast when the three of them had been sitting around the table. Millie had tried to start up conversation but with Vash still half asleep and Meryl deep in thought they had remained quiet. He had found his gaze drawn toward the small insurance girl and noticed how pale and fragile she looked, he never remembered a time when she had been so fragile looking, 'had what happened really affected her so badly?' He wondered.
He had wanted to ask how she was but before he managed to get a word in she was getting up and walking out of the door without a word.
A sound from outside the room caught his attention and he glanced over at the door curiously.
"Meryl, you really should tell him." Millie's voice could easily be heard through the thin walls of the small house.
"I've had about enough, I've told you already why I won't." Meryl replied, a distinct anger in her voice. Vash had never ever heard the short girl talk that way to her best friend and he carefully crossed the room and opened the door.
They were standing outside their room, both of them looking extremely upset and he tilted his head inquisitively and coughed to draw attention. They both jumped and looked at him with startled eyes. There was a faint trace of a blush on Meryl's face before she dived into her room and closed the door, leaving Millie looking at the gunman in slight embarrassment.
"How are you Mr. Vash?" She asked quietly.
"I'm fine, but what's with the small girl...and what should she tell me?"
"I really think you should ask her, it's not my place to say." Millie replied and sidled back into her own room.
Vash nodded and stepped forward, knocking on the door lightly and waiting for her to ask who it was. Instead the door opened and he found himself looking into the irritated gaze if the insurance girl.
"What do you want?"
"I wanted to come to talk to you."
"Why what's wrong now?"
"Nothing...well not really." Vash sighed.
"Well can you go? I'm kind of busy."
"Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Fine, just hurry up." She opened the door fully and stepped aside to let him past.
Vash's POV
I stood nervously watching as she settled in a chair by her desk and looked at the report she had obviously started writing. For a moment she sat with her fingers poised over the keys and I wondered whether she was just going to ignore my presence. Then she sighed suddenly and took her hands away before turning to look at me.
"Is something bothering you? I've told you before that you can take all the time you need, me and Millie earn more than enough to support us in this small house." Her matter of fact manner brought a smile to my face.
"I've been worried about you." I said simply - and noted the surprise in her violet eyes - she obviously hadn't expected that.
"Well you don't need to be, I'm completely fine."
"You have been really quiet lately, and you haven't shouted at me for days."
"That's because you haven't annoyed me, you haven't really done anything."
"I'm sorry."
"Well don't be, it's completely understandable after what has happened to you. I don't see how you find the strength to live."
"It's not that hard," I shrugged as I contemplated what she had said, maybe it was because I disapprove of suicide or perhaps it was the curiosity to see what would happen to me in the future that kept me from giving in. I wasn't too sure but I knew that I couldn't give up on life so easily.
I watched her as she turned to the typewriter again and looked at the paper she had already threaded into the strange looking contraption. There was something very different about her but I couldn't quite make it out. Since the day my brother and that girl...killed each other she had become withdrawn and quiet. I hadn't expected her to be affected so badly by it but there was definitely something on her mind.
My mind wandered back to the conversation between her and Millie a few moments before, the tall girl had definitely said something that suggested Meryl was hiding something from me. I tried speaking up again, "Is there something you are keeping from me?"
I watched the muscles in her shoulders tense up as she froze in the chair, her head bowed slightly.
"You heard us?" Her voice was...scared?
"Well it was pretty hard not to." I gave a nervous laugh.
"Well don't worry...it's nothing important."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!" She snapped and stood up suddenly, turning round to face me. Her eyes were dark with anger and something else I couldn't quite see. She seemed to realise she had sounded a little angry and her face softened, "It's just something I have to work out alone okay."
"Alright." I backed up towards the door, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground so as to avoid any eye contact with her. "But..." She looked up at me "You know you can trust me...if you want someone to talk to then I'm always here." I grinned and left the room hoping that maybe she would speak up about whatever was bothering her.
Meryl POV
My heart clenched at hearing those simple words spoken by him as he exited the room and I knew then why I loved him so much. There was a deep kindness inside of him that reached down and warmed my heart. If only I could tell him what was bothering me, I laughed slightly as I thought of the shocked expression on his face. He had no idea what was on my mind at all.
I turned back to the typewriter to finish my report and try to push away the longing ache in my heart. Then I watched as the suns made their decent into the darkness as night enveloped the sky like a pair of black wings being furled. Stars studded the inky black sky and the moons in all their glory shone delicate tendrils of light into the room.
I had no idea how late it was and the only sound I could hear was Millie's soft snoring from the room opposite mine. I remembered how I had shouted at her earlier and hoped that she would forgive me for being so horrible. She was only trying to help me and I bet she was getting quite annoyed at my continuous depression, which was steadily getting worse over the last few days.
I stood up and crossed the room to my door, gently opening it and peering out into the cool corridor. Millie's door was closed and I wondered whether she would be annoyed if I woke her up. I didn't think I would be able to sleep until I had apologised to her, but should my guilt mean that she has to be disturbed too?
Sighing miserably I stepped out onto the cold floor and stood by her door for a moment. Her soft snoring was a good indicator that she was in a deep sleep and I knew I shouldn't disturb her.
Turning my head slightly my eyes fell onto the door that led into Vash's room, it was hanging slightly open and I thought again about the words he had spoken to me earlier. Feeling no urge to sleep I crossed the hallway and opened the door to his room a little more. The thought that this might not be such a great idea never even crossed my mind as I took a small step into his darkened room.
The curtains had been closed in a lazy manner so that a steady stream of moonlight slipped through and into the room. It was dark but not too dark that I couldn't see Vash's form lying on the bed obviously asleep. His even, quiet breathing filled the room and I felt suddenly nervous as if I was trespassing in some sacred place.
Pushing all the fear to the back of my mind I made my way over to him and glanced nervously at his face. His eyes were closed and he looked simply beautiful, as he lay there cuddled up against the pillow, which he was clinging to. I smiled gently and sat on a chair beside his bed so I could feel more comfortable. Reaching out my hand I carefully stroked the hair from his face and absorbed the warmth from his skin. Without warning he moved, rolling over so that he was facing the wall and I felt my heart constrict painfully.
"You're so annoying, do you know that?" I questioned him with a smirk, "Here I am coming in here trying to tell you something important and you just turn away from me." The smile faded, maybe I could tell him how I was feeling. Perhaps it would help a little if I told him, even if he was sleeping. "I have been feeling totally crazy lately and I'm still trying to figure out why. I think I know what is basically wrong with me though." I paused and fought to get the right words out. "Well...the..." I paused and listened to his soft breathing. "How pathetic am I...I can't even tell you when you are asleep." I laughed quietly.
I turned around so I was facing the opposite side of the room, hoping that maybe not having him in my vision might help me get the words out. "The truth is that my feelings for you have changed." I nodded and desperately tried to make a mental note of what I was saying, maybe one day when I could tell him then I could refer back to this moment.
"I mean at first you were just a job to me, but after time you became a friend and then after an even longer amount of time you took up an even larger place in my heart. I guess what I am trying to say is that...I love you." I paused feeling the bitter tears in my eyes. "I know that nothing can come of this, seeing as you are fast asleep but also because you think of me as nothing but an insurance girl. Plus I was always angry with you all the time, never giving you a break and always screaming and yelling threats. It's not just that reason though, we are too different from each other and you live...well maybe forever whilst I will just fade away." I wiped my eyes and shivered slightly against a sudden cold, which had crept around me. "I don't even think you could learn to love me, your heart has been battered so much that perhaps you'll find it impossible to grow close to anyone, and I don't blame you." I drew in a deep breath hoping to find some strength in it.
"I'll probably never be able to tell you this to your face...I don't want to put you into a difficult position because of me, I don't want to burden you with my pathetic feelings, and I definitely don't want to scare you away. Just having you near me as a friend is better than not having you at all. I don't think I could bear it if you left."
I stood up again and turned to look at him, he was still facing the wall unfazed by my words and I felt the tears creep back. I had half expected to turn around and see him sitting up in bed with his eyes wide and shining with pleasant surprise. I reached out to him tentatively and rested a hand on his shoulder and enjoyed the warmth that absorbed into me.
"Goodnight." I whispered and stepped out of the room too scared to look back and desperate for Vash to finally find the freedom he deserved.
Normal POV
A moment of silence filled the room, which echoed with the memories of the insurance girl's confession. The figure in the bed rolled over, his aqua eyes open but glittering with unshed tears. It had taken all of his strength to lie still whilst she had poured her heart out to him and now he wondered whether he should have said something to her.
One tear escaped and soaked into the pillow he was resting on and he closed his eyes briefly. He couldn't believe that Meryl could ever have felt anything like that for him but he knew she hadn't lied. Her tone had been honest and so full of pain and yet she understood the situation and Vash knew in his heart that he could never commit himself to a relationship. It would break him apart to watch as Meryl - with her mortal life - grew old and left him alone. Yet wasn't this pain breaking him apart right now? Oh and how he loved her.
He sat up and leaned against the wall that separated his room from Meryl's whilst the tears flowed freely down his ever-youthful face. Soon he heard the muffled cries of his heartbroken insurance girl next door, and even though she never knew it Vash was doing exactly the same.
Angel: -is crying- why?! Oh why was it so sad?!
Knives: You're the author...
Angel: So?
Knives: So why didn't you make it happy?
Angel: Because I wasn't in a happy mood.
Knives: I'm not in a happy mood either...
Angel: Why?
Knives: Vash ate all the donuts...it was the only food we had left.
Vash: They were good donuts!
Angel: Wha? Damn I'm starving...
Knives: -hits Vash over the head with Kuroneko-
Vash: ouch, that's so mean!
Kuroneko: -scratches Knives-
Knives: Ahhh that damn miniature beast of burden!! -Flails around and hit's Angel in the face-
Angel: Ahhh -let's go of the steering wheel-
Vash: uhh shouldn't you be watching the road?
-Car crashes into a sand dune-
Knives: -crawls out from the sand- great now we're stranded.
Vash: oh come on bro it's not all that bad...we have...uhh...
Angel: ME!
Vash Knives: -falls over anime style-
Angel: hey I'm not so bad!
Knives: You are worse than that mangy cat.
Kuroneko: -hisses and attacks Knives-
Vash: at least we have entertainment, it's just like in the cartoons
Angel: So I guess we are stuck here until I write another story.
Vash: -hands her a notebook and pen- I'll be your muse.
Angel: ooo-kay! Hey Knives, we should be getting out of here pretty soon.
Knives: -lying on the sand with Kuroneko sitting on him- that's...good
Angel: Until next time readers, Love and...
Vash: Peace! -strikes the pose-
Once again I apologise for the long wait and if I have made some mistakes it's because I rushed with the read through. I hope it was worth the wait and I would like to thank my reviewers who stuck with me through this fic. There will be more from me soon.
Angelarms