Vash rolled out of bed, glancing at the clock as he headed towards the bathroom. He was going to look for a church for the ceremony today, and he had to get ready. Smiling at his lover in the other room, her sleeping form rolling over in her sleep, he closed the bathroom door.

Looking in the mirror after finishing his…duties, he poured a gracious amount of styling gel into his hands and readied it for his hair. Stopping he realized he only spiked his hair all those years for Rem. Rem was the only woman he truly loved, she was his mother, his mentor, and his best friend. But now he had Meryl. And Knives as well, along with Milly. He wasn't Rem's little boy anymore.

Pulling the gel through his hair, he spiked the blonde locks in all different directions. Instead of making it straight up, he spiked every strand in a different way. Creating what he'd heard about in books on the ship about pop culture of the 21st century.

Smiling at his new creation, he realized that losing the jacket all those months ago, and now just the little task of changing his hair style, freed himself from the woman he worshipped for so long. He would always love Rem, that was certain, but it was time to be released from his mother's loving arms. Turning his head upwards, he closed his eyes, and watched as Rem smiled, walking away forever. A tear streamed down his cheek, but at her departure, Vash smiled.

Knives carried the sleeping woman in his arms, kicking the door of the hotel office open. Milly had fallen asleep crying in his arms as he apologized over and over. She never actually said she would forgive him, but he knew she wouldn't. He wasn't looking for forgiveness. He was looking for confession. The night before, he'd not only confessed to the beauty in his arms what he was, and how wrong he'd chosen to be, but he'd confessed to himself that for over a century, he was wrong.

Walking up the stairs he gently took each step so as not to wake her up from her beautiful slumber. Everything about her was beautiful. Her body, her face, her character, and especially her eyes, which her now closed in dreaming. Her opinions meant more to him than even his own. When he first met her, waking up that day after Vash brought him into that little town, he knew that she was definitely the strangest human he'd ever met. He knew then that she was different.

It had only taken two weeks for her to actually change him. It was definitely a miracle. After one hundred and thirty years of living in darkness, and casting his curse upon others, she was the one to break him. I see now why the priest betrayed me. He actually saw the same thing in this woman, that I see now. Staring off into his own world, he spoke out into the air exactly what he saw. "Peace."

Bending his knees, he twisted the door knob, kicking the false wood door open. Knives set the statuesque woman down on one of the beds, pulling down the blankets of the other before laying her down under the covers, pulling her shoes off before tucking her in. Gazing down at her sleeping form he finally realized what feeling he bottled up inside. He truly did love her. More than he ever loved anyone, or anything, he loved her. And he loved the feeling…of loving her.

Leaning over, he slowly kissed her lips lightly, chills being sent down his spine as their lips touched. The feeling of being one washed over him, and it was incredible. That one chaste kiss was the most awesome thing he'd ever felt. Pulling back, he smiled. This was the woman he would die for.

Vash smiled as he watched his brother carry Milly into his hotel room. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he walked down the stairs and into town.

His attire was anew, no longer wearing the classic red coat, or even a black tank top, instead he wore a long sleeved black shirt, and a fitting pair of blue jeans. Vash's crazy hair just completed his own declaration of freedom.

The snow had stopped falling, and only a little was left on the ground, telling him that this cold fantasy on Gunsmoke was almost over. Realizing what a difference the snow now was going to make in the future, he smiled. That could have been his link to Eden. The water created by the melting snow, all over Gunsmoke, might actually be what would create vegetation on that desert wasteland.

Smiling at the people walking by, he realized, no one recognized him anymore. He isn't Vash the Stampede anymore…just Vash. Yes. He was Vash Saverem. No longer the Humanoid Typhoon, but just a peace loving family man with his dear fiancé, brother, and best friend. Life was looking better for him…after all these years.

Looking around, Milly was met with a pair of familiar eyes. "Nicholas." She whispered as he walked towards her.

Wolfwood never said a word as he wrapped his arms around her for the first time in so long. "I miss you…"

Milly had tears streaming down her face as she kissed him lightly. "I've missed you too."

"I missed my children." He told her, brushing the tears away from her face.

"Nicholas, I'm so sorry…I didn't know that he-"

"Shh…" he put a finger on her lips to quiet his brunette beauty. "I know. He didn't even know he was doing that. He's not that person anymore."

Milly nodded. "I know…but how can I forgive him?"

Wolfwood shook his head. "You don't." At her confused expression he told her. "You accept him. Not what he did. Just him."

Milly smiled. "I love him…and I love you."

"I know." He smiled. "I'm so happy that you aren't crying for me anymore." He kissed her again. "I never want to see you cry again. I want you to love."

Gazing up at him she told him. "I do. And I'm just lucky enough to be able to love two people in my life."

He looked down at her and smiled again. "And thanks to him, I get to see my children again." As he said that, many boys and girls ran out to him cheering wildly.

Milly was unable to hold back the tears of joy as she watched her first love play with the children he knew so well. "I'm so glad that they are here."

"Children never go to hell." He said to her. "The only people who go to hell are demons. Or those who never saw the light."

Milly smiled again. "And Knives sees the light."

"Better than anyone. You are the way to the light Milly. You bring it out to anyone you meet. You saved me." He dismissed the children back to the garden and took her face in his hands. "And that is why I fell in love with you." He then kissed her deeper than ever before. "And why Knives loves you." He kissed her again, smiling. "Now wake up to him."

The brunette grinned largely. "Thank you."

Milly looked over at the clock. 3:00 p.m. She never slept this late. Sitting up, she watched as Knives woke up as well.

Gazing at her, the first thing he said to her was: "I'm sorry."

"I know." She smiled. "But I can't forgive you."

Knives nodded.

"But I love you anyways."

He smiled lightly, standing up and walking towards her. Melting once again as he kissed her, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. Becoming one with her, he realized, he was finally at peace in her arms. As long as she was near, he was at peace.

Note: I know, I never update anymore. I'm sorry. I was going to update last week, but I was told at the last minute that I was going to Gatlinburg Tennesee to Winter Xtreme. It was awesome. Anyone who didn't go missed out on it. It was great. I came home in love with Lincoln Brewster. I got his autograph! YAY! Well I'm done for this chappy. I hope it was acceptable.

The original idea was to give Vash a fohawk, if any of you don't know what that is, it is a Mohawk that is made by spiking your hair a certain way rather than shaving your head. It wasn't going to be really thin, like some people make them, but a thick bushy fohawk. But I had too many negative comments from my friends and finally decided against it. Luckily it wasn't a big change in the chapter so I was able to change it really fast. Well that's all for now!

C-ya love ya bye!

DPA(Pyro)