A/N: Just a small glimpse into my insanity. Special thanks to Moonlight6 for your kind review! Thanks to all my readers and reviewers!

Desperation

It had only been three days since the spider had emerged from the bulb and Knives already knew he was going to need help with the filth. The female was driving him to the brink of his patience with her utter lack of obedience toward him, and even a disregard for his orders. The abomination would merely wander around the arboretum, staring at the plants and entirely ignoring his presence when he was around. The plant didn't really mind the silent treatment, except the first time he tried to give her an order. She had given him an insolent look, as if he was crazy, and had walked off muttering.

Also, Knives had yet to learn how she had become the creature she was, the female's response to his questioning always being a faraway look followed by the filth wandering off to sit beneath what was apparently her favorite tree. He could do nothing to force her to release her information, having attempted to slap her one day only to be knocked back by the force of the angels' anger.

However, what had truly begun to irk Knives was her actions toward his sisters. Every day she would visit the plants, without his permission, had merely sit next to them speaking aloud about every topic the fool could think of. He had no idea what the angels were telling this creature, and he didn't want his sisters bonding with the abomination.

Unfortunately, Knives didn't have the time to watch the girl, examine the computers' extensive databases for information on power transfers, and run the ship properly. However, he could only think of one other person fit for the job of babysitting and whom he would trust with the location of his ship. He groaned inwardly with his decision, knowing that in bringing him here he would be sacrificing the safety of his delicate equipment.

But what other choice did he have?

Knives knew, also, that he would have to leave the filth alone during the time it took to complete his mission. She would just slow him down in his search for the idiot, and no longer could he stand being in her presence. To extinguish any worries he had, the plant decided to seal all the doors except those leading to the arboretum, the creature's adopted room, and the plant room. He only hoped without his supervision she would not destroy the delicate vegetation, but he had no other choice but to hope for their survival.

Using the vehicle he had bought, Knives left his haven and traveled west for several days. On the fifth day he finally arrived at the small town he last saw his brother and his 'pets' in, and finding much to his irritation Vash and the filth had apparently moved on. Standing before the house empty of all their belongings, the plant shook his head in disbelief. Just my luck to have such a wandering idiot for a brother he thought with some pity, both toward his brother and of himself. Now he would be forced to go searching for them, which probably wouldn't take very long.

His brother was the infamous Humanoid Typhoon after all, there was bound to be an incident or total annihilation of a town sooner or later.

Three days later Knives entered the town of Kansas with growing impatience at his unsuccessful search, not even a hint coming his way about the Humanoid Typhoon. However, his luck soon turned as he noted a group of townspeople gathered in the town square, each carrying a weapon and looking quite eager to begin something. He could have even sworn he saw a few pitchforks and some torches, which was odd being that there was no use for pitchforks anywhere on Gunsmoke, and it was the middle of the day. Immediately, however, he had recognized the usual crowd of filth trying to get the bounty on Vash once they had found out who he was.

Apparently he had come just in time to find his brother exactly where he thought he would be, in trouble.

"Come on everyone," he suddenly heard Vash say, causing Knives to roll his eyes in annoyance at knowing what was to follow. "Can't we all just get along?"

Unfortunately for Vash, this town was packing.

In answer to the blond idiot's question, Knives heard no less than fifty pistols, thirty-three shot guns, fifteen stun guns, six pea shooters and a bazooka being cocked, all of which was followed by a very loud girlish scream from the fearless outlaw.

Amusingly Knives watched as a streak of red shot out from the crowd and ran into the nearest alley. So the hunt is on he thought with humor as the mob realized their target had escaped. With a few shouts and much pointing they began their chase after the blond bounty, their mouths practically frothing at the ridiculously large bounty on the Typhoon's head. Following in close pursuit, Knives decided it would be entertaining to see how his brother alluded these pathetic spiders.