Damn, I take so long getting these chapters up. If anyone thinks I'm going to abandon my two stories, YOU'RE BLOODY FREAKING WRONG!!!! (clears throat) Anyways, a shout out to my reviewers:

Nanime9- Sorry about the repetitive themes. It's just that this story was being created in my head and I just needed to get it out. I hope it works out better.

Wolf-of-Hope- Knives is one of my gods. There are Vash, Wolfwood, Kiba, Spike, Sesshomaru, Vash, Wolfwood, Kiba…

Votuse- Hehehehehehe…that was funny. That's the longest review I've ever had. I could vividly imagine Vash and Inuyasha doing that. I never realized they had so much in common.

ghostie toast- Ooh, I hope you don't die out on me!

Pyro- Glad ya liked it! Thanks for reviewing as always.

KeNsHiNs GuRl- Don't worry! This chapter will definitely be longer than the last chapter.

nomad- Thanks a lot! I always try to do that in the beginning of every story.

Arashi- I know! That's my favorite line out of the whole entire chapter.

hope-is-4-ever- Isn't it sweet?

vashluver1- I know, I know. I'm being a procrastinator (and that's not good for me). I need to get going with that story!

Bannawraglog- Perhaps I'll do a scene like that. It won't come for a while but perhaps if I'm feeling a bit spontaneous, I'll write it!

Ajd262- I might have to soften him up if there is to be a relationship at all! Hopefully he won't get all lovey dovey though. I like Knives being a toughy and bitchy plant!

Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun or any of its characters. Wasn't that so creative? I think that was my best one yet.

Chapter 3: A Night Out On The Town

Knives' POV

This sucks monkey shit, I thought drearily. I had locked myself in my room all day. It was nearing dusk and I still hadn't apologized to her yet. Stupid asshole brother. There were many reasons why I didn't want to do this. Number one: I didn't want to spend my time with a bunch of tipsy spiders. Number two: Milly.

There were times when I thought she had cast some sort of spell upon me. From the day I had my first encounters with Milly till the present, I had never felt no hatred or anger in my heart towards her. It amazed me that she was never afraid of me. She was always so cheerful that it sometimes made me sick. But nevertheless, her presence calmed me and soothed my anger towards humans.

I growled slightly. I didn't want to be close to anyone. My feelings towards Milly were confusing me. I couldn't recognize them. They just completely baffled me. I didn't want to explain my feelings to Vash. Knowing him, he would just make something perverted out of it. A knock at the door made me sigh irritatingly. I didn't even need to question who it was.

"Are ya ready lover boy?" came Vash's teasing voice.

"Fuck off!" I shouted. Vash opened the door with a big grin on his face.

"Aw c'mon Knives! You'll have fun tonight." I noticed that Vash's eyes were watering and his lip started trembling. I rolled my eyes.

"What the hell's wrong with you now?" I asked, pissed off as hell already.

"It's just that…that…" whimpered Vash. I smacked him in the head.

"Spit it out before I throw you out the window!"

"It's just that my big brother is going out on his first date," said Vash. For the next ten minutes I was hell bent on pummeling Vash into a pulp.

"Get your ass over here!" I shouted. Vash yelped as I grabbed him around the torso and threw him on the floor.

"Ouch…" muttered Vash.

"You deserved it," I huffed out. Vash sat up and gave me that knowing look; the look that said I had something to do tonight or else… I can't believe I was outsmarted by a half-wit, I thought begrudgingly.

Once Vash left his room, Knives showered and got dressed. While he was doing so, feelings of nervousness and unease crept upon him. He growled at himself. Knives didn't like these types of feelings. To him, it showed weakness and vulnerability. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Vash isn't the only good looking one in the family… Whoa! Where did that come from?! Knives mentally slapped himself. It must be the environment that I live in that's warping my brain. He quickly exited his room before anymore weird thoughts entered his mind.

Knives took a hell of a long time walking to Milly's room, which was three doors down from his. He hadn't even figured out how he was going to apologize and ask her out. Knives stood in front of her door, frozen on the spot. C'mon you wuss! What kind of superior being are you anyway? Can't even stand up to a spider? With that thought, Knives knocked on Milly's door.

"Come in!" came Milly's cheerful shriek. Knives slowly turned the knob and pushed the door opened.

"Hello Mr. Va- oh!" Milly slightly blushed and dropped her gaze. "Good evening Mr. Knives," she said quietly. "Did you need something?" Time to swallow your pride, thought Knives. He cleared his throat and stepped inside.

"I came here tonight to…apologize." Knives practically had to force the last word out of him. He took a quick glance at Milly, who looked slightly surprised, and focused his gaze somewhere else.

"Oh! There is nothing to be sorry about," said Milly. Knives risked another glance at her and saw that she had a slight smile on her lips. For some reason it made Knives want to smile back but he quickly dismissed that thought. "Is there something else you needed to say?" asked Milly. Knives mentally shook his head. C'mon, just say it!

"Yes," said Knives. Milly stood up and made her way towards him. He could feel himself slightly trembling and his palms started to sweat. What's happening to me? Her closeness was becoming intimidating. Those bright, blue eyes seemed to hypnotize Knives.

"Mr. Knives? Are you alright?" asked Milly. Knives snapped out of his trance when Milly gently placed the back of her hand against his forehead. "You're not catching something are you?"

"I'm not a weakling," scoffed Knives. "I never get sick." Milly giggled.

"Never say never!" replied Milly.

"Whatever," mumbled Knives.

"Umm…Mr. Knives?" asked Milly.

"What?" spat Knives.

"Weren't you going to say something else?" Dammit! She remembered.

"Yeah," muttered Knives. He took a deep breath. "Willyougooutwithmetonight?" he asked in a rush.

"Uh, come again?" said Milly. Knives sighed. I forgot this was the slow one…

"Will you go out with me tonight?" said Knives slowly.

"Yes! Yes! Of course I will!" With that Milly flung her arms around Knives and hugged him tightly. Damn she's strong! "I will, I will, I will!"

"Alright, alright! I heard you already!" said Knives trying to struggle out of her embrace. Milly quickly took a step back and blushed.

"I'm sorry. It's just that it's very rare for men to ask me out. I don't think they find me attractive," said Milly in a tiny voice.

"Quit degrading yourself," said Knives. Milly's head shot up. Did he just say something nice to me? thought Milly.

"Do you find me attractive?" asked Milly. The question caught Knives off guard.

"Why the hell are you asking me?" Knives asked irritatingly.

"Well, I assumed that the reason why you were asking me to go out with you tonight was that…well…I thought you liked me…and…well yeah," stumbled Milly.

"Look, the only reason why I'm doing this is because this is part of my apology for calling you a spider this afternoon," said Knives.

"Oh," said Milly half-heartedly. Knives looked at Milly. Did she really think I was interested in her? thought Knives.

"Can you get ready in ten minutes?" asked Knives, not liking the silence.

"Alright!" she said cheerfully. Before Knives had a chance of stepping out of the room, Milly placed a quick kiss on his cheek. He stood frozen for a moment and then he growled.

"Hurry up! Don't keep me waiting!" snarled Knives and left Milly's room. Milly smiled and shook her head and got dressed.

Vash was waiting for Knives downstairs when he arrived. Knives sighed and plopped down onto a couch opposite of Vash. Vash grinned at Knives' flustered look.

"So, did you apologize and ask her out?" asked Vash.

"What do you think?" muttered Knives.

"I'll take that as a yes then," said Vash triumphantly. He took in his brother's appearance. Knives was wearing a white long sleeved collared shirt and a pair of black pants. "You look good." Knives humphed. "You know, if you didn't have such a bad attitude, girls would be flocking to your side."

"It's not like I'm vying for anyone's attention," grumbled Knives. They sat in silence for a while.

"Be good to her okay?" said Vash.

"And you're telling me this because…"

"Milly's been through a lot. She took Wolfwood's death harshly and it took her a long time to come to terms with it. So please treat her nicely please," said Vash.

"Fine," muttered Knives.

"I'm ready Mr. Knives!" said Milly, who was descending down the stairs. Knives looked at Milly and stared. Milly was wearing a pink floral dress and matching sandals. He had never seen her wear a dress before. Knives was used to seeing her in shirts and long pants. She looked very pretty…

"Say something!" hissed Vash.

"Oh…um…you look nice," said Knives. Milly went to Knives' side and slid her arm within his.

"And you look quite handsome yourself," said Milly playfully.

"Thank you, I guess," mumbled Knives.

"Awww…you guys look so cuuuuuuuute!!!" gushed Vash.

"Will you just shut up!" yelled Knives. He dragged Milly out the door, trying to put as much distance between him and Vash. "Stupid idiot brother…"

"Um…well…I'll be seeing you around Mr. Vash," said Milly, trying to keep up with Knives' pace.

"You kids don't stay out too late!" shouted Vash.

Once Vash saw Knives and Milly out, he closed the door and went upstairs to check on Meryl. He hoped she was feeling better. Vash had been noticing that she had a tendency to clutch her chest whenever she was around him. It had him wondering if she was sick or in pain. He reached her door and gently knocked.

"Meryl," he called out. No answer. He opened the door. Bathed only in moonlight was Meryl on her bed sleeping silently. Vash couldn't help thinking how much she resembled an angel. He quietly placed a chair by Meryl's bedside and sat down. Vash was still concerned about Meryl. He couldn't help noticing how pale her complexion was and how tired she looked everyday. What was wrong with her? Vash hesitantly stroked her head.

Suddenly Meryl started groaning. She began to move around, effectively tangling herself in the sheets of her bed. Meryl muttered something that Vash couldn't understand.

"Mmm…Vash…where are you going?" she mumbled.

"I'm right here Meryl," said Vash, even though he knew she was only dreaming.

"Vash…Vash…" He saw tears slowly crawling down her cheeks. "Don't leave…" Meryl's arms flailed about and continued to cry.

"Meryl wake up! I'm right here!" shouted Vash. He felt her pain and sadness through his entire being and it crushed his heart to hear her cry out.

"Don't leave me!" cried Meryl. Vash crawled onto Meryl's bed and tried to still her body by pressing his weight upon her. "Vash! Don't go!"

"Please Meryl," Vash said in a soothing voice even though tears of his own started falling. "I'm right here." He wrapped her in his arms. Vash continued to gently whisper to her and Meryl's shakings eventually stopped.

"Vash," she mumbled.

"Right here," he whispered. Meryl snuggled deeper into Vash's arms. He sighed and gently stroked back. My poor angel... She suffers even in her sleep. Do I cause you that much pain? Vash let sleep engulf him.

How much longer can I take this? Knives had only a glass of red wine in the past two hours that they had spent at the bar while Milly had (enter your guess) glasses of booze. He lazily raised his hand for another refill of wine. Knives glanced around the room. It's amazing none of them have dropped dead from alcohol poisoning, mused Knives.

"Hey Mr. Knives!" slurred Milly. She plopped herself down on Knives' lap even though there was an empty seat right next to him.

"Get…off," growled Knives. Milly giggled girlishly and slung an arm around Knives' neck.

"I like you as a chair. You're very comfortable," said Milly. Knives looked over Milly's condition. Her cheeks were slightly red and her breath smelled of alcohol. "You know Mr. Knives?"

"What?" Knives said grumpily.

"I've never hated you in my whole entire life," said Milly.

"I could tell."

"I could never bring myself to hate anyone, even you. I wanted to hate you with all my being. Vash told me all about you and your merciless killings. I knew you were responsible for Wolfwood's death even though it was indirectly. Yet, when I saw you slung over Vash's shoulder, wounded and unconscious, I thought that maybe there was hope for you. I thought maybe all you needed was someone to be there for you and a chance to start anew again. So I thought maybe I could help you recover and all my hard work paid off." Milly celebrated this thought by downing a glass.

Meanwhile, Knives silently thought over about what Milly said. He knew later on that Milly and the dirty priest were in love. Knives still couldn't help thinking that Milly could've done better than Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Again she amazed him at how forgiving she was. Knives could never forgive humans. They were just leeching off his brethren. Human beings were evil by nature. But…

"Knives, humans aren't all that bad," said Vash.

"How can you say that! Look at what they've done to your body. Show them compassion and they'll hurt you. Show them no mercy and they'll flee," said Knives.

"That's not how I live," said Vash.

"You're a weakling Vash," snarled Knives.

"Yet I'm alive today," said Vash. He sighed. "Give them a chance Knives. Watch them and observe them closely. They aren't evil as you make them out to be."

"Mr. Knives?" asked Milly, breaking Knives out of his reverie.

"What now?"

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" asked Milly.

"What kind of stupid question is that?" said Knives, trying to hide the embarrassment in his voice. "Of course not!"

"Don't you hate being alone?" asked Milly.

"I've always been alone. You get used to it," said Knives gruffly.

"You've had a lonely life. But no more! You'll never be lonely again!" Milly snuggled into Knives' lap. He was beginning to become uncomfortable. It felt nice to have her in his lap but something was happening to him. He couldn't figure out what it was… "You know Mr. Knives? You're very handsome and attractive. It's hard believe that you don't have anyone."

"I don't like attaching myself to other people," said Knives.

"But having a relationship makes you feel good," said Milly. She grabbed a bottle off the table and chugged it down. Knives watched in amusement as the girl on his lap became even tipsier.

"Don't you think you've had enough for tonight?" asked Knives raising an eyebrow.

"Too much is never too much," said Milly happily, swinging the bottle hazardly around Knives' head. He quickly grabbed the bottle out of her hands and placed it on the table.

"I think you should take it easy now," said Knives cautiously. Milly faced Knives and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You care about me! You really, really care about me!" gushed Milly.

"Okay, okay! You don't have to get all mushy on me," growled Knives.

"But Knivesy-babe," mewled Milly. KNIVESY-BABE?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?! "It's easy to get all mushy around you." She repositioned herself on Knives' lap so that she was straddling him. Automatically, Knives' hands went to her waist. She pressed her lips against his neck. "Whenever I'm around you, I feel so relaxed and happy," she mumbled against his skin. Knives' breathing became uneven.

"What are you doing?" Knives asked. Milly gazed into his icy eyes and slid her arms seductively around his neck.

"Is it such a crime to show my affection for you?" asked Milly innocently.

"You're drunk Milly. You don't know what you're doing," said Knives softly. Her soft breath kissed his lips lightly as she replied.

"I may be drunk but I'm very well aware of what I'm doing," she whispered. Her lips were mere centimeters from his. Knives felt his belly fill with excitement and butterflies. Is she playing with me? Shyly and innocently, Milly closed the distance between her and Knives. Knives' eyes widened. His body reacted violently towards the emotions that were building up inside of him. It took all of his might to not react to her. Her lips were soft and sweet; nothing Knives had ever tasted before. Her hands stroked his chest and Knives began to unconsciously rub her hips in tiny circles.

Milly pulled back and gasped in air. She gazed into Knives' glazed eyes. Milly realized her mistake of being so bold. Maybe I shouldn't have drank that last bottle…

Yay! I got another chapter in! Sorry once again for the long wait. If only we had more vacation time I could write tons of chapters…