Chapter 3.
Dragging his feet so very early in the morning bothered him more this day than any other day. He missed his red coat dearly, not to mention food. He bought some before he left, but already ate his share and waited for Knives to wake up so he would eat. Maybe he wouldn't be able to finish his portion.
Three sand dunes later and still no sign of anything familiar. Well, the sand was all too familiar, but it wasn't what he wanted. Knives had eaten in silence when they stopped to rest. Vash wanted to sleep, but he didn't want to risk his brother turning on him in the middle of his nap. There were no leftovers like he'd hoped.
Not long after their break, Knives refused to be carried. He claimed he could walk without any help from his "insignificant other." Vash was grateful of that and allowed him to do so. A fourth of a mile later and the man could not go on so Vash went back to carrying him.
"Is this a mirage?" Vash wondered out loud. He could hear people laughing and talking as if a celebration were under way. Civilization at last! Not caring how much his leg hurt, Vash went in to get some more food...donuts to be precise.
"Hey, you look like you're new. I'll tell you what, whatever you purchase; I'll give you twenty percent off!" The man behind the counter said cheerfully. Vash recognized him from the church and tried to apologize.
"Hi, Mister, I didn't know you worked here. About last night, I--"
"Ah, don't worry about it! I was just in a lousy mood, but this celebration has raised my spirits!"
Vash's eyes lit up and he smiled widely and ordered three dozen donuts. The man looked suspiciously at him, but shrugged it off. Vash smiled when he got his boxes. "So, what's all the commotion about? Is there a special event that I don't know about?"
The man beamed proudly. "I guess you haven't heard then. Somehow, we got rid of the Humanoid Typhoon! Isn't it great? No more worries about our children not being able to go outside during the afternoon...ah, it's just so refreshing. I thought we'd never lose the slime."
The real Humanoid Typhoon's covered eyes filled with water. It was sad that they wanted to get rid of him, but he held mixed feelings about it since now, not too many people would be after him. Maybe he could live a halfway decent life now. To stop himself from revealing anything, he thanked the man and stalked out.
"What did I tell you, brother? You were wrong all along." Knives muttered
and laughed maliciously.
Vash ignored him and handed him a donut, gobbling three himself. He trekked through the town to see if Meryl and Millie were there, but didn't find them. It was afternoon when they left.
Still hanging on to Knives, Vash dragged his feet through the sand. Anger raged through his head, but he tried desperately to block it out. "Aren't you ever going to take a break and get some sleep? You look so tired, it's disgusting!"
Vash ignored him. Knives snickered. "I get it; you just don't want me to sneak off. Am I right? I can read your thoughts, you know." His younger brother grimaced and he smiled to himself. Bingo! He hit the mark. There was no way he could run anyway; there was nowhere for him to go.
Talking about sleeping made Vash all the more tired. That's what's wrong. I just need some rest and I'll be much better off. He paused that thought and concentrated on something else. Maybe I should start being a cause for concern to those people. I'll give them something to complain about! He closed his eyes for a second to glory in the horrible thought. A movement from his brother woke him out of it though and he instantly put it aside.
Perspiration clung to Vash's body and he felt extremely soaked. The heat was almost unbearable! Knives was fast asleep. Honestly, Vash didn't know why Knives chose to put up with him for as long as he had. Maybe he's changing, one thought floated through his mind, but another thought shoved it aside. Maybe you are completely insane! Ditch the guy and get some rest. Who cares about those humans anyway? Vash shook his head and kept walking--it was more like he was shifting through the sand.
All of a sudden, Vash's right foot kicked up against a rock. Thud! Stupid rock! Trip! Stupid sand! Roll! Stupid humans! Crack! Wonderful...sleep.
Dragging his feet so very early in the morning bothered him more this day than any other day. He missed his red coat dearly, not to mention food. He bought some before he left, but already ate his share and waited for Knives to wake up so he would eat. Maybe he wouldn't be able to finish his portion.
Three sand dunes later and still no sign of anything familiar. Well, the sand was all too familiar, but it wasn't what he wanted. Knives had eaten in silence when they stopped to rest. Vash wanted to sleep, but he didn't want to risk his brother turning on him in the middle of his nap. There were no leftovers like he'd hoped.
Not long after their break, Knives refused to be carried. He claimed he could walk without any help from his "insignificant other." Vash was grateful of that and allowed him to do so. A fourth of a mile later and the man could not go on so Vash went back to carrying him.
"Is this a mirage?" Vash wondered out loud. He could hear people laughing and talking as if a celebration were under way. Civilization at last! Not caring how much his leg hurt, Vash went in to get some more food...donuts to be precise.
"Hey, you look like you're new. I'll tell you what, whatever you purchase; I'll give you twenty percent off!" The man behind the counter said cheerfully. Vash recognized him from the church and tried to apologize.
"Hi, Mister, I didn't know you worked here. About last night, I--"
"Ah, don't worry about it! I was just in a lousy mood, but this celebration has raised my spirits!"
Vash's eyes lit up and he smiled widely and ordered three dozen donuts. The man looked suspiciously at him, but shrugged it off. Vash smiled when he got his boxes. "So, what's all the commotion about? Is there a special event that I don't know about?"
The man beamed proudly. "I guess you haven't heard then. Somehow, we got rid of the Humanoid Typhoon! Isn't it great? No more worries about our children not being able to go outside during the afternoon...ah, it's just so refreshing. I thought we'd never lose the slime."
The real Humanoid Typhoon's covered eyes filled with water. It was sad that they wanted to get rid of him, but he held mixed feelings about it since now, not too many people would be after him. Maybe he could live a halfway decent life now. To stop himself from revealing anything, he thanked the man and stalked out.
"What did I tell you, brother? You were wrong all along." Knives muttered
and laughed maliciously.
Vash ignored him and handed him a donut, gobbling three himself. He trekked through the town to see if Meryl and Millie were there, but didn't find them. It was afternoon when they left.
Still hanging on to Knives, Vash dragged his feet through the sand. Anger raged through his head, but he tried desperately to block it out. "Aren't you ever going to take a break and get some sleep? You look so tired, it's disgusting!"
Vash ignored him. Knives snickered. "I get it; you just don't want me to sneak off. Am I right? I can read your thoughts, you know." His younger brother grimaced and he smiled to himself. Bingo! He hit the mark. There was no way he could run anyway; there was nowhere for him to go.
Talking about sleeping made Vash all the more tired. That's what's wrong. I just need some rest and I'll be much better off. He paused that thought and concentrated on something else. Maybe I should start being a cause for concern to those people. I'll give them something to complain about! He closed his eyes for a second to glory in the horrible thought. A movement from his brother woke him out of it though and he instantly put it aside.
Perspiration clung to Vash's body and he felt extremely soaked. The heat was almost unbearable! Knives was fast asleep. Honestly, Vash didn't know why Knives chose to put up with him for as long as he had. Maybe he's changing, one thought floated through his mind, but another thought shoved it aside. Maybe you are completely insane! Ditch the guy and get some rest. Who cares about those humans anyway? Vash shook his head and kept walking--it was more like he was shifting through the sand.
All of a sudden, Vash's right foot kicked up against a rock. Thud! Stupid rock! Trip! Stupid sand! Roll! Stupid humans! Crack! Wonderful...sleep.