Vash had been called many things in his long life.
(Monster. Angel. Freak.)
Most of the monikers were accurate.
(The Stampede. Humanoid Typhoon. Diablo. Gunslinger.)
(...Murderer...)
Often, they were contradictory.
(Outlaw. Hero. Villain. Savior.)
Some always made him smile.
(Tongari. Pervert. Spot.)
But the ones he treasured most were the ones he never thought he would
hear.
(Friend.)
(Husband.)
"Brother, where-"
"Daddy!"
"Grandpa!"
"Uncle!"
"GAH!!" Vash disappeared under a pile of gangly limbs and blond hair.
"Idiot," Knives grumbled. He fished Vash out of the pile.
Luckily, he no longer had to choose which was his favorite name.
"Thanks, Knives."