Brother
teardropdangel
Disclaimer: Right, this again. I DO NOT OWN TRIGUN.
There was a smile on his face, bright and cheerful. It was a mask hard at work.
"So, how's it going Knives?" The question was presented in a loud, happy tone.
Knives glared at his twin from the bed he was confined to. "Idiot, there's no need for pretenses. Your spiders aren't here."
"Oh, come on. There's no need to be grumpy." The smile remained, although his brother's voice did lower in volume. "I know I shot you"-Knives made a indistiguihable sound-"but really, we can make it through this."
"Why?"
Vash gave him a carefully blank look.
"Why?"
The smile had completely disappeared.
"Why didn't you just kill me?"
Vash just stared back at him.
"Answer me, damn you!"
"Because I made a promise," came the quiet reply. "And I always keep my promises."
With that said, Vash made his way to the door. "Oh, and Knives? If you hurt my friends, I will finish the job." He turned away. "And that is a promise."