I'm bbaaaaaaaacccccckkkkkkk! I'm so sorry I haven't updated. I just had way too much on my plate, but now it doesn't matter. Hopefully this chapter won't have as many errors as the last few. Thanks for telling me. I'll try to work on that.

On with the story!

The story has been revised as of 8/3/06

I will start to update no later than 8/25/06

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just Ayane.

It was late in the afternoon and three women were walkingthrough the desert sand. One of the three women complained.

"Ugggggg! It's so hot!" the first woman said.

The other two just shook their heads at her statement.

The second woman spoke up and said "Would you please stop stating the obvious? The more you complain the hotter it gets, besides we'll be there soon."

"I agree, the heat won't get any better if you keep complaining." the third girl said.

"Fine!" the first woman said. "But how soon will we be there?"

"Night fall." the third woman replied.

The first woman moaned.

Ayane had currently awoken from her nap due to a light tap on her door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"It's Vash." the knocker replied. "I was just wondering if you wanted anything for lunch. "

Ayane had to admit she was a little hungry.

"I would like something light to eat if you don't mind." she replied.

"Ok!" Vash exclaimed, happy to do something for the injured woman. "I'll bring it to you when I'm done."

"No, that's alright I'll get it myself, I need the exercise."

"You sure? "

"Yes."

"Alright, be down in ten minutes."

"Ok."

Vash left to go make lunch.

What a strange man. Ayane thought. He seems so cheerful. I still owe them one for fixing me up and giving me a place to stay for a few days. Yet there's something else about him that's strange, something familiar to me, but then unfamiliar. I guess I'll just have to figure it out.

Ayane felt like taking another nap, but decided against it since she was going to have lunch in ten minutes. Her body still ached quite a bit, but nothing she couldn't handle. The walk down the stairs would besome good exercise for her. I wonder if the other man will be down eating lunch too. Ayane already knew that Vash would be down there trying to start a conversation with her, it just seemed like something he would do even if she had only known him for a half of day. I wonder what he will ask me? I guess I will just have to improvise. I am a class A liar after all. I could spin tales all day. I guess that just comes with the job description.Speaking of jobs I should contact the team again to get an update.

Ayane gave a small huff and started on her small task of getting to the kitchen.

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'What are you doing Vash?'

'Making lunch for us.'

'Is it editable?'

'Of course.'

'Somehow I don't find that believable.'

'You don't have to eat you know.'

'Yes, but I need food to get my strength back.'

'Then stop complaining!'

'When will it be ready?'

'Why don't you come down and see?'

'Fine.'

Knives was walking down the stairs, heading for the kitchen. When he arrived he saw Vash making some kind of sandwiches.

It figures. Knives, then noticed that Vash had a few too many sandwiches. "Why so many? I know your a glutton, but do you really need to eat that much?" Knives couldn't hide the sneer in his tone.

"It's for Ayane, she'll be coming down in a few more minutes."

"So, now you're playing servant for a human?"

"Hey! She can't take care of herself properly."

"She can sure get down the stairs properly."

"She was feeling better."

"Not good enough to get down the stairs without help. There's just something not right with her."

"Must you have a paranoia with all humans?"

Knives gave a scowl. Just as Vash was going to say something else, Ayane came down the stairs.

"How are you feeling Ayane?" Vash cheerily said.

Knives simple took his seat at the table and promptly ignored her.

"I feel ok." she said.

"That's great to hear. I hope your hungry for sandwiches!"

Ayane gave a weak smile and said "Sure."

Ayane took her seat next to Knives, who refused to acknowledge her yet again. Vash soon placed the sandwiches in front of them. The ate in a semi tensed silence. That was until, Vash broke it.

So much for peace and quiet. Ayane thought.

"So Ayane where are you from?"

Ayane couldn't stop the small sigh. Here we go with the lies.

"My home is a place very far from here." It wasn't exactly a lie.

"Really? Where?"

"Well I don't have a definite place that I live, I tend to travel a lot, you know, see the sights. I do go back to my small home town sometimes though." And the lies get thicker and thicker. Ayane thought grimly

Knives gave a loud snort, letting them know that he was actually paying attention to their conversation.

"There's nothing to see on this planet, it's all desert." Knives said with contempt.

"We're all entitled to our own opinions, don't you think? You know what they say, another man's trash is another man's treasure." Vash defended

Please. Your opinions have always been trash. Knives thought.

"So, Ayane what are you doing so far from home?" Vash started again.

"Just travelling a little further than usually." came her steady reply.

"That's nice." Vash smiled

This small talk is making me sick. Knives didn't know how much more of it he could take. Just as he was about to go and make his way back upstairs to his room, he felt the same power again. It was a strong wave. When Knives looked back to where the power was coming from he saw the woman looking in the same direction as he was.

Could she have felt it? No, impossible, she's just a human. Then again there is something strange about her...

Knives turned to look at Vash. Vash gave him a nod of his head to signal him that he felt it too.

It was time for dinner.

Milly and Vash had teamed up on Ayane and started asking her a load of questions. It was almost too much for her.

Almost.

Does everyone here ask stupid question or is it just these two? Milly was asking Ayane about her favorite color. Do questions like that matter? One of her team members had oncetold her that favorite colors could tell people about other people's personality. Good thing I don't have a favorite color.

Knives was sitting on the couch brooding. After he had went up stairs, he started to try and pin point exactly where the strange power had came from, sadly he couldn't. It was such a strong wave. I don't understand how it could hide it's self so sufficiently.

Knives had to admit that even he couldn't do that. Doesn't matter, it's not like the humans can sense me. He thought bitterly. The good news was that he had a good idea where the power was. It's going to take a lot of traveling to get there, but it'll be worth while.

They were leaving in three days.

Vash had agreed that four was too long. He was going to tell Meryl tonight. Why do I always have to leave when things start to settle down? Just as Vash was going to ask Meryl to take a walk with him there was a knock on the door. Everyone looked up, not expecting visitors at this hour.

Milly went to answer the door. In the door way stood three women.

What are friends really for?

I wish I knew. I'm so distant that I don't even know if I have them. I don't know even if people can accept me for who I am, what I am. I can't even accept my self, so how can I expect others to. I'm so confused. These emotions make me feel so weak, yet it's strange how I don't feel them sometimes, how I'm distant and cold.

It doesn't matter.

Maybe when I find what I've been searching for I can find the answer, or maybe I don't need to find it, maybe I already have it.

Short I know, but I've got Ap homework. I know I keep promising that it'll get longer, which it will, but I just don't know when. I need a burst of creative-ness. Is that a word? Review.

Lilcrazygurl

The story has been revised as of 8/3/06

I will start to up date no later than 8/25/06