Milly held the blonde man's head against her neck, tears pouring down her cheeks as she whispered in his ear. "You can't leave me, Knives. I can't grin and bear it again. I can't live again if you do this to me. You can't be gone…don't rip my heart out again, Knives." Squeezing his body tightly against her own she raised her head, looking up at the sky with tear stained cheeks. "You can't make me do this again!" She yelled, not quite sure if to Knives, herself, or someone higher.

Vash was oblivious to Milly's pleas, clinging to Meryl as if she were going to leave him, too. Unable to think, he only let the salty tear stream down his cheeks, biting his lip painfully. His hair had fallen, causing the morning sun to leave streaks of light upon his face. Vash's hands fell from his lover's waist, he head pulling back from her heaving chest. Bloodshot eyes scanned over the area as the blonde gunman spotted the culprit, face down on the icy ground.

The dark hair was the only clue to say whose body lay in the crimson snow. Walking with heavy footsteps, the angry man approached the dark, unmoving, body once known as Harmony. Raising his right foot, his conscience screamed, but his mind ignored it, kicking the woman with all of his strength. "Damn you!" he screamed, his tears unceasing. Falling to his knees, Vash's emotions took over. The plant screamed into the morning sky in a voice that could only be described as pathetic.

So many colors spiraled before him as Knives walked down the mystical abyss. His feet led the way through the beautiful nothingness to come. Hearing Milly's screams, the pale blonde couldn't help but think, "Heaven's not enough…I can't leave her."

Screaming and cursing in his mind, the plant urged for his feet to stop moving. Yet they trudged on, slower than before. He continued screaming, now aloud. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to lose her. She was the woman who made him live after a century of being only an emotionless shell. He wouldn't die again…he would survive. And the only way that would happen, was if she was in his arms.

Meryl knew not to touch the mourning pair, she herself crying from the loss of a dear friend. Tears fell from her cheeks, indenting into the snow. Knives was the only one who knew her secret, and guarded it with his life. Who was she to confide in now? There was no way she could tell Vash. Who was to be her confidant? These thoughts rang through her head, causing her sobs to worsen.

The tall brunette wept into Knives' cold bare shoulder, no tears coming from her eyes. Milly's fingers entangled themselves in his black hair, her other hand between his shoulder blades. As a sudden brush of air tingled against her neck, her eyes widened. Was that… Pulling back she realize it was. A breath had escaped from Knives' lips.

"He's…" she started, her voice hoarse. Vash glanced back at Milly, as did Meryl. "He's breathing." She whispered, barely loud enough for the others to hear. A smile glittered on her lips as she watched his chest rise slowly and fall as he lay in her arms. Milly put an arm under his knees and looked at Meryl, who was still kneeling in the snow, standing up with Knives bridal style in her arms. "We've got to get him into a bed." She stated, her voice quivering.

Vash now regretted his actions, rational thoughts returning to him. Looking over at Harmony's body, he noticed her eyes were open, staring up at the sky, her pupils widely dilated. Dried blood was seen on her ears, face, and neck, telling Vash that it wasn't the kick that killed her. The blonde gunman walked over to the unmoving body, leaning down to close her eyes.

Harmony watched as the many colors that swirled around her grouped into an image. Awestruck, the woman stood as the image developed before her, presenting the dark haired woman with a perfect family portrait, including her father, her mother, and her five siblings, along with her five-year-old self.

Walking on, the colors formed again, this time into her older brother, Staccato, crying in both anger and pain, as he lay their youngest brother, Adante, down on the bed. That was the first time Harmony had ever seen a dead body.

More pictures formed as she carried on down what seemed to be a hall of memories. Harmony observed every image of her past, crying with some, smiling at others. The colors dimmed with each formation that appeared until all went black and Harmony finally opened her eyes.

Looking around she watched as Vash leaned over on his shovel, never speaking a word as he wiped the sweat from his brow. Off to the side, was Harmony's long black cloak. Finishing his job, Vash picked up the final shovel of dirt and tipped it onto the ground, sending Harmony into her final memory.

Flashback

"Adante!" The ten year old yelled, shaking her younger brother roughly. "Adante you're having a bad dream! Wake up!" Harmony pushed her hair behind her ears as the silver haired boy sat up in the bed.

"Harmony." The seven-year-old cried, hugging his sister tightly. "I love you…I love you so much…"

Harmony gave her brother a questioning glare, setting her hand on her brother's shoulder. "What are you talking about? What did you dream?"

Adante whipped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, dropping his head so that his face was shadowed with his silver hair. Looking back up at her, Adante took a deep breath. "You…" He stated, trying to hold back the tears that reappeared in his sapphire eyes. "You died." He whispered.

Curious, but not worried, Harmony sat down beside her sibling. "What happened?"

Wiping his tears again, he explained. "There were two men, one was asleep. The girls were asleep too. And everything was white. And you were there. I don't know how I knew it was you. You were older. You said something to the man and he got mad. There was a big flash of light and then the man fell down. You were okay at first, but then you grabbed your head. You were bleeding from your ears. And then…then…" Adante could no longer hold back the tears as he replayed the dream in his head.

Harmony wrapped her arms around her little brother. "It's okay." She said. "It was all just a dream."

The siblings held each other, Adante soon crying himself to sleep in his sister's arms. Tucking him into bed, Harmony stood, walking back over to her side of the room before soon falling asleep. Neither knew it then, but that was the first time Adante's powers were shown. The first time he saw past the present.

Note: I've been laughing all week. You all thought I had killed off Knives! I actually started wanting to kill off Milly and have her looking up at Knives whispering "Take a walk in my shoes" or something corny like that, but as you can see, it didn't happen. I do like how it turned out so far though. Well c-ya love ya bye!

DPA(Pyro)