DISCLAIMER: I don't own Trigun

Author; Not the last chapter by a long shot, so let me know if there is anything I can do to make this LOOOOoooOOOoong story better.

Four days later

In the evening of the fourth day, Knives sat by Renee's side as always. The only times he left were to shower and change. Vash brought him food and water. He passed the time by reaching out and seeing what his henchmen had been up to. They had apparently taken him for dead and joined smaller crime circles. Humans were fickle as always, except a few.

A few whose presence he had chosen to ignore for 130 years. Those shining few decent souls who really cared about everything around them. They were the ones who changed the lives around them. They were like an anti-plague that moved equally against the tide of evil in their species. He didn't want to believe that thread of goodness existed, but Renee had made it all to clear to him. She was human, and she had thoughtlessly thrown her life into jeopardy for the sake of another. That other being a plant angel.

His sister asked him several times a day if Renee was showing any improvement. The answer was always the same. 'No change'

But she would get better. She HAD to get better. He loved her, with all his heart and soul. He could not bear to see her die before he could tell her that. He could whisper it to her a thousand times while she slept, but he needed to say it to those sparkling silver eyes.

Just then she began to glow with silver light. It was gone just as soon as it started and her eyes fluttered open. They locked on him immediately. He leaned forward and whispered, "Renee? Renee, can you hear me."

"I can hear you, Knives Millions," She said in that beautiful soothing voice, "I suppose I owe you an explanation?"

"It can wait if you don't feel up to it," Knives said softly, running his fingers through her hair.

"I feel fine," She said flatly.

He nodded and she paused for a moment as if searching out the right words. She sat up and looked him in the eyes as she said, "My mother was a plant engineer. That's what the sister's told me. So was my father. They worked so hard to save so many of the sisters, but constant contact.... Changed them."

"A mutation happened, in both of them," She continued, "From the constant exposure. Then I was conceived. Baring me killed my mother, and my father's death has never been fully explained to me. When I was found I was passed from orphanage to orphanage, until there were none left. They were afraid of me. I had strange and uncontrolled powers. When I was angry everyone within ten feet of me would suddenly become violently ill. When I was happy miraculous healings would occur. I had to learn quickly how NOT to feel."

Knives nodded, slowly piecing things together in his mind. He reached out and touch her hands as he said, "That's why you were beaten?"

"Yes," She answered, "And finally I was left to wander the streets. I barely survived the next five years. Then I heard her. 'Come to us' she said, and for some reason I knew exactly where to go. I walked blindly into the desert and happened upon a ship with five plants in it. They raised me, and taught me to use my powers. It seemed I have a particular talent for healing your kind, and I can sense strong emotions. However, strange things started happening to my physiology."

She stroked the long white stripes of her hair, and Knives nodded.

"In small healings it is less evident," She said, "A single strand or part of a strand, but inside a deeper change is happening. I mutate a little every time. The sisters are convinced that when my hair goes completely white, my DNA will be so mangled by mutations that I will expire... Possibly, before then."

Knives hung his head. It was exactly like his dream. He knew what she was going to say next.

"I am, what I am," She said softly, "I have to help the sisters, but it will eventually cost me my life. You have to know that. I may be yours for now, but now is fleeting. My destiny is death; I tried to tell you before."

He noticed her voice crack a bit on the last few words and looked up into her crying silver eyes. Before he knew what he was doing he had scooped her up into his lap. He cradled her there as they cried, rocking gently. He ran his hand through her hair and whispered, "I will have you for how ever long that is. I don't care."

"About that night," She said with a tremble, "I know I behaved cheaply, will you forgive me?"

"Cheaply?" Knives asked, "You could never be cheap. You were acting on your feelings and there is nothing wrong with that... Speaking of feelings. You know how much I love you, don't you?"

"I do now."

He could feel her smiling and it warmed his heart.

"And... How do you feel? Is it more? Is it more than a need to attack me in bed," He laughed, "Not that I would complain."

He felt her laugh a bit too. Then there was silence. Knives began to dread the answer. Finally she said, "Of course I love you. I would have thought all the paintings gave me away. Besides, you're the only person who ever beat me at chess."

"Is that why you love me?" He laughed, "In that case I shall show no mercy on the chess board from now on."

They laughed for a moment, and then Vash came bounding in.

"HEY! I figured you needed some dinner and dessert! Meryl made a great dinner and Millie brought home the best doughnuts I've ever-"

Vash stopped and flushed red. Knives was about to yell at him, but Renee was already on her feet backing him out of the room with a look that could kill.

"Don't you EVER knock???" She roared, "For crying out loud you would have thought after the last time that you learned your lesson. Must I lock all the doors to protect myself from your lack of consideration? Leave the food on the dresser and GET OUT!"

"Wow, SCARY!" Vash peeped, quickly placing the tray on the dresser and bolting out the door.

Renee slammed it behind him and locked the door mumbling something about having her powers under control at the moment. Knives quickly closed the distance behind her. She jumped when she turned around to see him peering down at her with his deep blue eyes.

"You scared me," She breathed.

"Sorry, but I had a revelation of sorts," Knives said in a husky voice, "You never finished what you started."

He placed his hands on either side of her on the door, blocking off any escape. She smiled innocently, fluttering her eyelashes as she said, "Whatever do you mean?"

Knives smiled and leaned in to give her a kiss but she ducked sideways, narrowly avoiding him. He glanced up at her as she backed away from him. He turned around and started to close the distance again.

"Now, Knives," She said in a seductively coy voice, "You can't expect me to make out with you on the second date."

He grabbed her waist and pulled her firmly against him as he said, "No, I expect you to put out on our second date, and I expect you to marry me tomorrow. I will not waste a moment of our time hearing arguments."

She opened her mouth to protest and was quieted by a deep passionate kiss. At first she struggled a bit in his arms, then she stilled, and finally she began to kiss him back just as passionately.

Renee's POV

His warm soft lips worked hungrily against mine. He couldn't be serious! Marry him tomorrow? As his kiss persisted I began to believe it. I already wanted it, dreamed of it. As far as putting out on the second date, that thought was already okay with me. The feeling of his warm body against mine was far too appealing.

I felt his hands slide up and down my slides. What was I wearing, anyway? A robe, oh god! I'm only wearing a robe! Before decency had a hold of me his hands slid to the tie, untied it and slipped beneath it along my bare skin. My skin was on fire. I gasped from the shock of pleasure that pulsed through me. My whole body throbbed and ached for his touch. I pressed against him instinctively as his hands explored the small of my back.

Knives POV

I couldn't contain myself. Now that I knew she loved me as much as I loved her, every instinct I had was driving me to explore her. I kissed her hungrily. Her lips were hesitant, but soft and sweet. Before I knew it, she was kissing back just as feverishly.

Heat and ice took turns racing up and down my spine. My blood was boiling, and my pants suddenly felt far too tight. My hands moved to her robe tie and untied it. Then they claimed the warm flesh beneath it. She gasped against my lips and she pressed against me wantonly. We were wearing far too many clothes; each second spent with barrier between us was a second too long.

Renee's POV

He growled and his hands suddenly moved to my shoulders ripping the robe off of me. I jumped a bit at the sudden urgency of his movements, but I did not withdraw. Something primal shone in his blue eyes, and I liked it. I wanted it to consume every inch of my flesh. It was infectious. I growled back at him and tore at his clothes. He helped me speed the shedding of his garments.

I didn't even have a moment to appraise his naked body. He scooped me up and tossed me onto the bed, following me closely. My heart was pounding and I felt my body shiver with anticipation. I reached up and pulled his face down to mine for another breath robbing kiss.

Knives POV

I tore her robe off of her. She seemed startled at first but quickly responded by tearing at my clothes as well. Within seconds I was undressed. It was too much for my incensed body. I had to have her! I threw her on the bed, falling into it with her and she pulled my lips to hers. I was so aroused that it hurt. I throbbed with the aching need to part and fill her.

My hands quickly found the curves of her breasted and kneaded them softly until her nipples were taught against my hands. She bucked and moaned with pleasure. I took that as a queue and leaned my head down. I flicked her hardened nipples with my tongue and she arched her back up to me. Then she moaned my name. It took all my strength not to completely loose it there.

Renee's POV

Oh GOD! His hands felt so wonderful on my breasts. Waves of electricity coursed through my body. I began to ache in places that were foreign to thought. My hips instinctively grinded, rooting around for something to satisfy them. Then his tongue flicked my nipples. My body quivered and jerked with pleasure.

"Oh Knives!" I moaned. I felt him tense, surely this was driving him just as mad, but I intended to drive him to complete sexual insanity. I dug my fingernails into his back and raked upwards. His head flung up and his eyes glazed over. He roared with passion and grabbed my hands, securing them above my head. He looked down at me with fire in his eyes.

Knives POV

I felt her hands slide down my back, but when she raked them back up I could have howled. It felt so good. I had to stop her from touching me or this would be over in minutes. I held her hands down, and saw the need in her eyes. I felt the moistness of her against my hips. My god, I just couldn't prolong it. I had to be inside her.

I positioned myself quickly and plunged into her. I felt a slight pop... OH no! She's a-....

Author; I like the idea of seeing it through their eyes individually instead of an omnipotent universal view. What do you think?