Warnings: physical violence in this chapter. If violent deaths and bloody scenes disturb you, just don't read.
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Vash can't feel anymore. His emotions have disappear since a long time. Of course, he remembers a time when each of his feelings could be clearly seen on his angelic face. He remembers a time when the outside world brought wonder and amazement — and also sadness and incomprehension, but he doesn't like those memories. They are only memories, like pictures you see but that don't make you react because they are the memories of another. Vash doesn't like this another, he doesn't like dreaming his dreams at night. He doesn't want to feel anything anymore. He just wants to stay in his own world and to see nothing else. He doesn't want to remember her. He doesn't want to remember what his brother has done. If he remembered, the pain would be too much, so intense he could die of it. Or worst, he could survive... So he doesn't remember. It's better that way.

They're approaching a city. Vash sighs. There are so many cities! Does Knives really want to destroy them one by one? But it would take an eternity! Vash doesn't complain, he doesn't care about what is happening around him. But this endless walk is slowly exhausting him. He would like to stop, to think hard about his existence, even if it would lead to bitterness and pain. For now, he could just live.

What is it, Vash? His brother asked mentally. You are regretting? The thought is full of irony but Vash doesn't care.

I'm just tired, that's all. These times, I can't recover.

Humph, you have always been weaker than me.

And maybe Knives is right. Maybe he is the weakest. So he should disappear first, shouldn't he?

Vash looks at his brother. He has always admired him since he was young, admired his perfect self-control. Knives is an angel as you can imagine it: bright like gold and with a face shining with the fair divine wrath. A wrath against humans. Vash doesn't understand very well what they are doing but it doesn't really matter. Knives knows. Knives always knows. Vash feels inferior to his twin, he knows he has not been touched by the divine grace. But it doesn't matter to him.

The people in the town don't see the danger in them. Just when the brothers take their guns, the people try to escape. Others try to kill them but it's no use. With only a thought, Vash erects the psychic field that will deflect all the bullets. He spots a rather annoying gunman, a priest with black hair and grey eyes. The man swears when he sees Vash standing near him and he drops his huge cross-revolver to flee. But Vash shoots him in the back. The priest falls down, dying. Vash comes closer to him and put his foot on the man's shoulder to hold him while he finishes him with a bullet in the head. Another one fires at him. He nonchalantly turns his head and sees a small woman aiming at him with a ridiculous Derringer. She's shaking pretty badly but she seems determined to kill him. Too bad for her, she's just a human. Vash takes a step in her direction but is suddenly thrown down by a great weight. Another woman has attacked him directly and his psychic field only works with bullets. But he's not really in danger. He seizes her by her long blond hair and points his gun just between her blue eyes full of fear. "Sempai!" She cries just before he shoots.

Vash releases the body and draws his attention back to the first woman. She's so terrified than she can't move, her purple eyes on the other woman. Vash raises his gun. "You monster!" The woman shouts. Vash flinches. He remembers once again: a harsh and hateful voice, fists that fall like a cruel rain... It's exactly the same words, it's exactly the same hate. Vash shoots to silent his memories. The woman falls without a cry.

Vash finally comes back to the place where his brother is, stained with the blood of the humans he has killed. There is a dead boy at his feet, with his hair blue like midnight and soiled by his own blood. Two golden eyes are closed forever. Vash is also soiled with blood and flesh but he doesn't care. There are still so many humans to kill, maybe they won't have enough time to kill them all?

Focus you power, brother! Knives orders.

Vash obeys as usual and stretches his right arm to transform it. Knives does the same on the other side and soon a great light encircles them.

When the light disappears, there are only bloody ruins around them. Most of the corpses are completely pulverised. But Vash is used to those gruesome sights, he has known only it since their landing on Gunsmoke. Knives suddenly laughs. Destroying an entire city always makes his spirits high. Knives turns to his brother and takes him in his arms. Vash doesn't flinch, not caring about what is happening, and as he's looking at his brother's hair and also at the black strands slowly appearing, he can only wonder if it's happening to him too.

TBC...

I think this story was a necessity in the series of "Five Things that would never happen to Vash". And if I ever write the "Five Things that would never happen to Knives", I will also make a story about Knives sharing his brother's ideas about humans.

For those who doesn't know the manga, when a Plant starts having black hair, it means she's slowly losing her power and that she'll be dying soon. For Knives and Vash, the use of the Angel Arm consumes their power.

Night-Requiem: Thanks for your review! I'm sorry, I couldn't read your fic because of my exams but now I will have the time!