A/N: This happens when I've been given too much caffeine. Thanks to my readers and reviewers!
Chase
"How do you manage to do this so often without getting yourself killed!" Knives asked between gasps as he checked the shrapnel wounds he had received from that last bazooka attack. The sounds of shouts and gun shots echoed around him and he grimaced he heard someone yell out their position.
"Practice, bro," Vash said with a smile as they turned a corner to escape a barrage of lead. He was so far unscathed, having managed to dive out a second-story window before the bazooka shell exploded.
"Are you calling me an amateur?" Knives indignantly asked, insulted at the mere idea that Vash might be better at something than him. Any further discussion on the matter was interrupted as a shotgun was discharged from a nearby alley, the shot barely missing the brothers and increasing their speed by several iles per hour. The plant cursed his brother's luck, which had surely caused this predicament.
Knives had followed the mob through the streets easily, attempting to keep himself hidden while watching the 'fun'. Unfortunately for him, someone had spotted the twin and mistaken him for his brother, being that they were nearly identical in appearance. The consequence was that half of the town had decided to take him while the other kept their pursuit of Vash, hunting both in order to capture the right one. The brothers had now been running for their lives for the last eight hours, a new record for even the Humanoid Typhoon.
"Duck!" Vash yelled as another spray of shotgun pellets came out of the nearest convenience store.
Knives felt the pellets clip his hair as he tumbled out of the line of fire, glass falling around him as a window shattered behind him. On instinct he stood up and started running, a panting Vash joining him several seconds later. The goofy blond glanced at his brother to see if he was fine, did a double take, and then started laughing uncontrollably.
"What are you laughing at, you idio..." Knives began yelling just as they passed a shop window. He screeched to a halt and stared at his reflection, his mouth gaping open in horror.
Knives had a mohawk.
Apparently the shot gun's pellets had somehow managed to shave off both sides of his head, leaving only the middle portion untouched. However, the plant cared little about how such had happened, only that it had and the cause of the humiliation was beside him.
Knives slowly turned to Vash, a homicidal glint in his eyes. "Vash, I promise you, when we get out of this mess I am going to give you a haircut" he spoke slowly, his grin widening to reveal abnormally sharpened teeth.
This statement may not have sounded very threatening, but considering who was saying the threat Vash inwardly shivered. Also, by the chopping movements Knives was making with his hands, the blond plant had a feeling the procedure was not going to involve a pair of scissors. Actually, he believed a pair of hedge clippers would be more correct, or maybe a chainsaw.
"What did I do?" he whine, holding his hands up defensively.
Their conversation was cut short by a shout of "I found 'em!" followed quickly by a spray of gunfire from about twenty different directions. Diving into the shop, both brothers made it to the back door at the same time. Which caused them to get stuck.
"Vash, get the hell out of my way!" Knives growled, pushing his shoulder into one of Vash's ribs. "I am older, so I demand to go first."
"What do you mean you're older?" Vash argued, wincing as a loose nail dug into his thigh. "We were born at the same time!"
"Yeah, but you always act like a five year old."
Vash was about to counter for himself when there was a large explosion to their right. Apparently the bazooka guy didn't have such good aim. The wall and doorway they were stuck in collapsed, causing their faces to slam into the dirt. Both scrambled to their feet and took off to the left in the hopes of reaching the outskirts of town.
No such luck. A barrier had been erected with sentries posted every twenty feet, making for an impenetrable wall of ammunition and barbed wire.
"Wow," said Vash as they skidded to a halt and ran back toward the center of town. "These guys are really prepared."
"Now is not the time to compliment our assassins!" Knives yelled, slapping his twin on the back of the head as they slowed down to take a corner.
"Oh, right" Vash corrected, giving an idiotic grin. Then his face turned to one of horror as he let out a high-pitched scream of "We're gonna die!"
"Vash, that is not helping either!" the psychotic twin growled as they ducked into a tomas livery. "Why do we not use our guns and shoot our way out of this proverbial hell!" he nearly screamed, both scrambling through questionable material as they made their way out the back.
"Come on, Knives, just think of it as a game of tag," Vash said as he ducked under a clothes line and jumped over a tomas trough.
"What the hell are you talking about, Vash!" Knives spoke as he stared at his twin in utter bewilderment. " If we get tagged, there won't be a second round!"
"Oh, right."
Seeing a group of townspeople at the end of the street they were on, the brothers dived into the nearest building. Unfortunately, that happened to be an outhouse.
"Knives, what's that smell?"
"Shut up, you idiot! I don't want to think about it..." the platinum blond muttered angrily. "And besides, someone will hear you!" he hissed.
Click.
"Um, Knives, I think it's too late."
There was a deafening sound of gunshots as the outhouse was riddled with holes, pieces of wood flying in all directions. Soon, however, all that remained was a few mozzarella walls and a still completely intact door. The mob surrounding the building inched closer, trying to determine if their quarry had been killed, horribly mutilated, or quite possibly both. Suddenly the door burst open and two very bad smelling streaks ran by. Vash and Knives had been forced to jump down the hole to escape the gun fire.
"Screw the barricade, Vash!" Knives yelled as he ran and tried to hold his breath at the same time.
"I'm with you, bro!" Vash agreed whole heartedly.
And with that, the two brothers ran full speed past the guards and into the desert, never to be smelled, I mean, seen again.