Knives stood in horror as his brother fell to his knees, soaking in his own blood. "No…I won't let it end this way…I won't be my brother's murderer." He said, running towards his barely conscious twin.

Vash held his abdomen in pain, pressing against it in order to stop the bleeding. He could feel his energy slipping away from him as his blood dripped from his wound. Two strong arms were soon helping him lie down gently. Opening his eyes, Vash saw his brother laying him down on the ground, pure panic showing in his eyes. "Kni-." He tried to speak, but his voice refused to work.

"Hush, Brother." Knives said plainly, looking at the gunshot wound, then back at Vash's face. Every time he glanced at his brother, his complexion was paler. He had to act fast. Ripping off his own right sleeve, Knives prepared as best he could.

Harmony watched in amusement as the brothers who at once hated one another, were now clinging to each other in pain and panic.

Knives had unbuttoned Vash's shirt, laying his sleeve folded on the hole in his stomach. Taking off the rest of his shirt, he tied it onto his brother's, taking Vash's arms out of the sleeves in order to turn both shirts into a bandage around his injury.

The golden blonde had never seen his brother care for someone else with such care, wanting nothing more but Vash to live and literally giving his brother the shirt off of his back. Vash smiled proudly, happy with what Knives had become…a true brother.

Believing his brother's bandage would hold him until the battle was over, Knives stood up, bare chest-ed, ready to finish what was already started.

Turning towards his foe, Knives glared. "What are you going to do now? There's no one left to control."

Harmony smirked, pulling a gun from her holster. "I'm going to finish you myself." The gun was raised to point at Knives. "Ready?"

Knives only furrowed his brow further, dashing towards her.

The dark woman disappeared in a shadowy blur as she appeared behind him, shooting towards his shoulder.

The tall blonde barely missed the attack, the bullet grazing the right side of his face. Obviously illusions weren't her only talent. Knives landed on his left knee and right foot, looking back at the violet woman, his hand holding the ground so as not to fall forward as his right hand clenched his automatic weapon. For a split second his was glad Vash left their guns, knowing the heavier Colt would have only gotten in his way, but that thought quickly faded as his mind returned to the battle at hand.

Turning towards Harmony, he noticed she was in the exact same position. He stood up, as did she, and they turned towards each other. "You might as well go ahead and give up Knives. You can join your lover girl and your brother in the after life. Either way they are going to end up there, with or without you."

His eyes widened in realization as he noticed she was right. Knives' brows furrowed again as he dropped the black gun. The plant twin dropped his head, the melted snow causing his short length of hair to droop and water to drip onto the ground. He stood there, glaring at his gun as if it had been the reason everything happened. His knuckles clenched white, popping from the pressure as his nails dug into the palm of his hand the tighter he squeezed. Knives could feel the pulse through his eyes as he looked up at the woman who caused the whole ordeal.

The woman looked back at him, her smirk quickly fading as she realized his normally bright blue eyes became lighter and lighter until all was white. Harmony was now confused; never had she witnessed he or Vash like that. Regaining her composure, she raised her gun, ready to fear nothing, until another change occurred. Strand by strand, lock by lock, his hair was darkening, turning jet black before her. Sweat was rolling down his face in heavy drops, blood dripping from his hands where his nails finally broke past the skin in his palm.

Harmony was frozen in place as the angered twin stared at her with hollow eyes. She noticed as feathers fell from his arms as the pulsated larger and larger, mutating in what she knew as the angel arm. But he…he doesn't have his real gun…how… Her eyes were wide, her feet frozen in place as Knives' arms morphed into his strongest weapon, the energy they absorbed glowing a bright red, black lightning bolts swarming over the crimson orb.

Aiming the two weapons, Knives shot, screaming in agony as his energy was shot from his body in a bright light. Harmony ducked, covering her head in her arms as a last attempt to save herself.

The black sky faded into a normal blue as the two red beams faded, leaving Harmony, Vash, Milly and Meryl in their exact places as before, and Knives falling to his knees, his eyes too returning to their normal shade of blue.

Harmony was speechless at first, huddling over in both fear and shock. Then she noticed that she was unharmed, and Knives had fallen unconscious. "Well done Knives. You did absolutely noth-." She fell to her knees as well, clenching her head in pain, as all went white. (A/N: Confused yet?)

Meryl opened her eyes, the pale color being everywhere. Standing up, the dark haired woman looked around, then down at herself. She was still nude. Even though no one was there, she still felt as though people were watching her. "It's just a dream." She told herself once again. "I'm really in my own clothes, my derringers and everything." Opening her eyes again, she felt around as her weight increased. Looking at her back she noticed that she did have her clothes on, derringers and all.

Of course. This is a dream. She thought, picking up a derringer out of her mantle. "I can hear myself think, but can I hear myself speak?" She questioned herself, not quite sure if she was only hearing her thoughts. Shooting in the air she heard two things. A gunshot, and an ear-piercing shrill of pain. "This…isn't my dream is it?" Asking her self, she fired another bullet, hearing the same two things. Yet this time one other sound was heard, a curse from a familiar voice. It was a woman she knew…but they sounded more mature…it was…Harmony. Knowing it was the only way out Meryl took out her derringers one after another, shooting them at the ground over and over, hoping to knock out the woman from the inside.

Then her surroundings brightened once again…

Harmony clenched her head in pain, screaming in agony as something stabbed her brain repetitively. She was going insane little by little and she didn't know why. As she held her ears in pain, she felt as something seeped between her fingers. Harmony brought her hand down to look at it, flinching as the shots in her mind repeated. Her eyes widened as she spread her fingers apart, her blood dripping from her small digits.

Tears poured from her eyes as she realized what was happening. It was just like he told her would happen. She was dying. Harmony wasn't afraid of even death however, knowing that was the only way she'd ever see her family again. Smiling up at the heavens, Harmony felt as her life drifted away and from her knees she fell face forward into the snow, her eyes drenched in tears of regret.

Once again, Meryl opened her eyes, this time feeling cold. She moved her stiff legs beneath her, using her arms to help her out of whatever it was she was laying in. Looking up at it, the short woman realized that she'd been sleeping in a non-working fountain in the center of town. Stepping out, she noticed the four bodies on the ground. One she barely recognized, but the others she knew too well.

Hearing a groan she turned towards the girl leaned on a building. "Milly," Meryl sighed, "Milly!" She ran over to the taller woman wrapping her arms around her tightly.

Milly had expected to feel a sharp pain in her shoulder from her wound, but when she felt at the blood stain on her coat she realized that the stain was all that was left of the battle on her body. "How…"

Meryl pulled back, hearing another sleepy moan from behind her, turning around towards her blonde haired lover. "Vash…" She whispered as she fell to her knees next to him, Vash laying down at her side.

The blonde gunman felt around his abdomen to check his wound, only to find it gone. Vash moved the blood stained cloth from his stomach, seeing only a scar from where a bullet had entered his body along with traces of dried blood. There was no scab, no stitches…only skin.

"Meryl…you're finally awake." He said smiling. Vash dropped the corners of his mouth however as he looked up at her nervously. "Where's Knives?"

"Right here." Milly said, flipping the black haired body over to look at his face. Tears were welling in her eyes as she looked at his limp body. Feeling her lips where they shared a kiss only hours before, Milly let her tears stream down her cheeks. She laid her head against his chest, hoping for a heart beat, but hearing hollow sounds in return.

Her tears dripped onto his bare chest, leaving a trail of sorrow as they dropped onto the icy ground. His body was cold to her warm finger tips, his normally beautiful blonde hair now a jet lifeless black. His red lips were now blue and cold. And worst of all, his heartbeat which always thumped so strongly in his chest, mingling with the rumbling of his voice, was now paused and silent.

Behind the brunette was Meryl and Vash, who held each other as tears streamed down their cheeks, Vash clinging to Meryl as tight as he could. Meryl petted the back of his head, knowing that all she could do was comfort him, but still needing comfort herself, so she held on to him as well. Tears were being soaked in their clothing as the kneeling forms wept. Vash screamed heart wrenchingly into Meryl's shoulder, holding her shoulders tighter as he screamed. "My brother…" He repetitively yelled into her chest... into Meryl's heart.

Her heart shattered as Vash's screams were joined with those of a broken hearted woman. Milly's heart had just been renewed only to be torn apart once again. Holding Knives' head to her chest she cried into the heavens, "Not again…"

Note: Sorry I'm late, my internet went out so I had to wait. And you know what's worse? I made you wait all that time for that ending! HAH! Nah, just kiddin' witcha. Anywho, thank you reviewers, blah blah blah, love ya bunchies with a bag of cheese…um…chips…well cheese is better anyways. But in the case of my story, yeah, I thought all that up my self. And you don't know what's going to happen do ya? Hate me yet? I will try to update next week if I get enough encouragement. Well, c-ya, love ya, bye!

DPA(Pyro)