Yay! Something Right passed the 100 review mark after chapter 7! You're awesome, reviewers. I love reviews. Almost more than writing itself. ^_^

Anyways, there were quite a few typos in the last chapter and I'm going to take this opportunity to point them out and apologize for them:

I accidentally wrote Wosharu the Phoenix instead of Wosharu Angelsbane because the former was what I had originally named him. When I changed it, I missed that one.

I put that Meryl was shocked that Wosh knew they were from Bernardelli, even though Milly had told him that when they'd introduced themselves. (Thanks, Radia!) So either I'm losing my mind or Meryl is. Nobody knows.

And I think I put "them" once instead of "us".

So I'm sure there was other stuff but I can't remember it now. I'm sure some day I'll go back and edit it and it will be a much better-written story, but I've got too much school stuff to do right now for that. Maybe sometime over the summer.

Huttah to:

TeaRoses, Molly-chan the Anime/game fan, Blood-Lotus Demonwalker, Ladybugg, Radia, KaikaNozomi, Garden Panda, Sforzando, The Mad Orange, Alucard, SailorPenguinz, ZetaBee, FallenStardust, Saiyan Butterfly, AngelZash, Reyan.

(Damn, this is getting a hell of a lot of reviews for my first proper Trigun 'fic! *High-fives all reviewers*)

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I stared at Knives for a moment, my aching brain not quite processing the meaning behind what my brother had just said. It dawned on me slowly, and my eyes widened to a quite inhumanly large size.

"You mean, you don't know who I am?"

Knives looked at me and shook his head, obviously perplexed.

"Me. Your brother. Vash."

Something registered in him when I said my name but he still had an almost suspicious look on his face.

"I might know you, I might not." He sat up and rubbed his head. "God, I feel like somebody whacked me with a sledge hammer. Have any pain killers?"

I stared at him, barely aware that my mouth was hanging open in shock. My brother. Making normal conversation with me. About pain killers.

When I didn't respond, he got a little perturbed looking and talked a little louder. "Did you hear me? I said pain killers! Pain Killers, you idiot! Get a move on!"

Okay, that was a little bit more like Knives. I hastened back to my bag, where I had stowed some aspirin I had bought to take the edge off my hangovers. I glanced at him the mirror in front of me, and watched him look around curiously while he thought I wasn't looking. As soon as I turned back, he put back up his cool exterior and accepted the pills I handed him. I took two myself and sat down at the end of the couch.

"So…" he said casually. "You said you were my brother?"

"Yeah," I said cautiously. If Knives hadn't fully lost his memory, I didn't want to bring up any…less desirable memories.

"Then who am I?"

I took a deep breath. I had to think this over. I decided after a few moments to tell him a partial truth.

"Your name is Knives. We're twin brothers, and both plants. We came to this planet 132 years ago."

He nodded and looked off distantly, as if feeling some sort of recognition in his mind.

"You were in a lot of trouble, so I saved you a few months ago. We've been living together since then, mostly with two girls from the Bernardelli Insurance Society. They left here, though…" I trailed off.

"I can't remember anything you're telling me about but something in me tells me that you're not lying." He looked at me critically. "So…" He gestured casually to our surroundings. "Where exactly is 'here'?"

"A hotel room," I sighed. "In a town called New Virginia, if that makes any difference."

He looked at me carefully, and I looked back at him with a certain degree of fascination. It had been a long time since I'd seen a look on Knives' face that wasn't focused on harming others or being angry at me. He wasn't anything evil at the time, he was just…curious.

"These…'insurance girls', did you call them? Why did they leave? You seem pretty depressed about it."

"Well, I've known them for three years now. I have a sort of connection with them. I suppose I love one of them." I thought about Meryl, and mentally corrected that statement; I knew I loved one of them.

"Women…" Knives said hesitantly. "Do I…have relationships with any women?"

I smothered a smile. "Not that I know of."

He seemed to think about this carefully for a moment. "No, I didn't think I did." He ran a hand through his hair again. "I can't remember any distinct memories, just general impressions of truth." In a sudden burst of anger, he slammed a fist against the coffee table and growled.

This outburst startled me, and reminded me that the Knives I knew was somewhere inside of him still. After a few moments, he mastered his emotions again and looked up at me, forcing a smile. "So, do you have any food around here? I'm starving."

"Sure! You like doughnuts?"

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I watched as Wosh walked into the street, just noticing that he happened to be walking towards a group of disgruntled-looking men wielding large guns.

He stopped a few yarz away from them, his hat pulled down low over his eyes.

"Yer The Black Devil, right?" One of the men demanded roughly, squinting at him and jabbing the barrel of his gun in Wosh's direction.

"Some call me that."

Some of the men snickered, but their leader silenced them with a glare. "We're here ta collect yer bounty, so ya c'n come nice n' peaceful-like or we c'n take you by force. Which do ya choose?" From my position I could see beads of nervous sweat breaking out on the leader's forehead.

Wosh spread his long arms gracefully. "Do with me what you will, gentlemen."

The leader motioned, and two of his men advanced cautiously, their guns held in front of them nervously. Just as they came within an arm's reach of Wosh, I saw his blue eyes glint with an unnatural light. That was the only indicator that he was about to act. Within a split-second, the two men were on the ground and their partners were staring at their motionless bodies numbly.

Wosh stood there, looking almost as if he had never moved and I swear I could see his lips twist into a smile.

"Y-y-ya…" The leader stuttered in shock.

Wosh smirked and sunk into a battle stance, his hands held in front of him. "So, do you still wanna fight me? Consider your priorities carefully. Which is most important, your life or my bounty?"

Suddenly from behind a building to Wosh's side, one of the gang members ran out into the open and took a shot at the outlaw. Wosh turned in momentary shock, and as if in slow motion, I saw him bring one hand up, saw the wind whip up around him, and saw the bullet slow, then stop in mid-air. As time took on its normal pace again, the bullet fell to the street with a clatter.

I gasped in surprise. What was this guy?

It seemed that the bounty hunters thought the same thing, and after a moment's shocked hesitation, they turned tail and fled down the street. Wosh straightened, and smoothed out his jacket, his shoulders shaking slightly with a quiet chuckle. He turned back and walked over to us, taking off his hat to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

I heard Milly gasp beside me.

When I saw his face, I froze, my mind whirling with shock. The moment I had seen the entirety of his features, two things flashed through my head: Vash and Wolfwood.

Looking at this man, you'd think that he was the product of the two spliced together. Vash's facial shape, long nose, and full mouth, and Wolfwood's slightly slanted eyes, tan skin, and more gravitationally natural hair.

But upon closer inspection, I could tell that all of this wasn't quite true. The bridge of his nose wasn't as high, his lips were thicker, his eyes more blue, his skin paler, and hair darker.

Despite this, though the resemblance was still striking.

He looked at us curiously. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

My mouth flapped open and closed a few times before I was able to think of a logical sentence.

"No, uh, nothing. It's just, uh, I mean…"

Okay, semi-logical.

"I know," he sighed. "You want to know what and how the hell I just did what I did. I assure you that it's not really much of your business and that it would be better if you followed my earlier advice and went back to Bernardelli."

During this little speech, I regained my ability to speak and responded. "I'm sorry, sir, but we can't do that. Our job is criminal surveillance to prevent death and/or property damage."

He leaned in towards me, and I was painfully aware of the incredible beauty of his deep blue eyes which sucked me into them much like Vash's did. I felt my breathing nearly stop as his I felt is warm, steady breath on my face. My mind starting working overtime on reasons why if he was about to kiss me, I wouldn't particularly mind. Besides, Vash would never love me, why should I spend my whole life yearning for him?

But Wosh didn't kiss me, he just looked into my eyes with amusement, and said "I guess I won't mind if you follow me, but if you want to, you'll have to catch me first."

With that, he was gone.

Milly and I looked at each other in shock.

"What should we do?" She asked.

"Follow him, I guess."

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The plan was perfect. Knives and I would go and find the insurance girls, mostly because Knives claimed he "had nothing better to do." All of my day dreams would become reality. I basked in my good fortune.

"So," Knives said, breaking the silence of my contemplative reverie. He shifted his bag over his shoulder. "Which way do we go?"

I snapped back to reality, staring blankly at the endless desert before me, stretching in complete emptiness to every horizon except for the city behind me. I felt a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"I don't know."

"Don't know?" Knives asked with disbelief. "How are we supposed to find them if you don't even know which way they went?"

I moaned in utter misery. I hadn't even thought of this! Before, it had always been the insurance girls following me, not the other way around. "We're just going to have to pick a direction I guess." I said pathetically.

Knives threw his hands up in the air. "Some brother I have! Do you have any brain in there at all?"

"Some," I said defensively.

"Alright, if you don't know which way to go, then I'll say that we go west." He stated. "It's as good a direction as any."

"I think we should go east," I disagreed. "I always enjoyed traveling east."

"West is better."

"East is."

"West!"

"East!"

"Okay, okay, how 'bout this. You go over there and spin around in circles. I'll cover my eyes and then tell you when to stop. Which ever way you're pointing will be the direction we go." Knives said diplomatically.

I agreed and waited until Knives covered his eyes and said "Go!" I spun for at least a minute, waiting for Knives to tell me to stop but decided that something was wrong if he hadn't done so by now and ceased.

I waited for a moment for my dizziness to subside and looked around for my brother. After a moment, I dizzily discerned his figure walking steadily towards the western horizon.

"Knives! You said we could pick this way!" I stumbled after him, grabbing my bag.

His only response was an amused chuckle.

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Hmm…that was long, yet nothing much happened. Oh well. ^_^; REVIEW!