The light of the moons shined down through the thin curtains on the newly-wed couple sitting on the couch. Vash was shirtless as the two of them watched the movie. He was more interested in the woman next to him rather than the motion picture. Meryl however, was deeply involved with the characters, shedding tears as one passed away from an old worldly disease.

Even more tears were shed as the deceased lover began singing a final serenade to his lost love and the rest of the people in the church joined in, singing about love and living. Gripping on to Vash she felt his arm wrap around her and began thinking of what could have happened to him so many times. Feeling his scars on his chest she traced the memories of the past. The deepest one was the one across his right pectoral muscle. Her finger traced the inside of the old wound.

"Vash?" She stated quizzically, looking up at him.

Vash looked down at her, "Yeah?"

"Feel this…this scar here. Does it feel different to you?"

He moved his real hand to the scar on his chest, running his fingers across it. "No. Why?"

"It does to me…it feels…shallower…"

Vash looked at her oddly, feeling it again. "You're right. That's weird."

Meryl thought for a second. "Could it be growing up?"

"No." He responded. "I don't think so. It's over thirty years old…I don't think it would start healing all of the sudden now."

"Yeah…but it is." Removing her hand, she placed it on her chin, thinking again. "Could it be a plant thing, slow healing of scars?"

"I don't know. Knives would though. We could ask him about it." He smiled. "Maybe my scars will be gone one day." He said cheerfully.

Meryl smiled back, though slightly hoping not all of them would. Not only was she physically attracted to the scars and battle memories visible on his body, but moreover she was attracted to the proof of his selflessness. The very faint scar on his cheek was the reminder of the first life he took to save her. Even that one was fading though. "Will he still be awake?" She looked at the clock. "It's past midnight."

"He's awake." He said, opening his eyes from, most likely, talking to his brother. "He's in Milly's room."

"Oh."

"Are you sure it's fading?" Knives said, looking at his brother's old wounds. "I don't see a difference."

"Feel it." Meryl said, taking Knives' hand and pushing it against the scar.

At first Knives was hesitant of touching the wound that was probably an indirect effect of his own actions, but then he felt lightly the deep scar. "I can't tell the difference. I never felt it before." He stated simply.

Meryl thought for a second, before remembering something else. She raised up her shirt slightly to look at the scar on her stomach. It too was fading away. Even her old stretch marks were loosing their darker shade. "My scar is fading as well." She pointed out.

Vash touched it. "It is."

Even Knives knew this. "Perhaps…" he thought for a second. "Well maybe…"

"What?" The couple said together.

"Maybe my powers of healing you two went farther than I thought." He said, brushing his fingers through his silvery grey hair.

"But wouldn't that have been noticeable the day it happened?" Vash asked.

"Not necessarily. Maybe it took time for your body to regenerate from the inside. I'm not saying your arm is going to grow back, in fact I doubt it will…but some of your scars will most likely heal, and others will become less deep."

Vash was slightly disappointed. "So I will still have to live with theses scars." He stated.

"Yes. But they won't look as bad. And perhaps one day you can take that metal grate off of your shoulder. And your metal ribs as well." Knives informed him. "Meryl…do you mind if I ask you something?"

Meryl looked at him curiously. "What is it?"

"Did you experience any pain during your first experience in intercourse." Despite his awkwardness at feeling his brothers pectoral, the statement came out clearly and unflinching.

"What!" Meryl was in a yelling whisper, trying not to wake up her friend in the next room.

"Just asking. I need to know as to see how much I have done."

Meryl breathed in deeply, then exhaled in a sigh. "Yes. I did. Just normal pain for anyone. Why?"

"Was there any blood?"

Vash was feeling just as awkward as his wife as she responded. "A little. Why do you need to know."

"I was right. When I healed you, I also healed your childhood wounds." He smirked. "I gave you back your virginity."

Meryl smiled. Vash was her first. Her second first, but her first. "But that doesn't mean…"

"No. Unfortunately I don't know if I have effected you deeply enough to give you that much back." He frowned.

Vash knew what she was thinking and gripped her hands. "I'm glad that he did what he did. We shared the same experience."

Meryl smiled, her eyes glistening. "Thank you Knives."

Knives smirked again, waving them out of his room and walking back into Milly's. "Good night."

It was a six month anniversary and where was she? Leaning on a toilet seat, puking as Vash sat outside waiting. That was the fourth day she'd been ill and he was beginning to worry. She could keep some things down and some things she'd throw up immediately. Not only was it worrying him, but it was ruining their sex life. How was he supposed to make love to her if she was throwing up every day and sometimes at night too? When he was cautious and decided not to try so that she could be free to get to the bathroom, she didn't throw up, but if he attempted to have any fun, she'd be puking all night.

"Meryl. You really should go to the doctor." He yelled from outside the door, knocking against the wall with his head.

"I'm..ugh…I'm fine. It's just a virus. It'll be gone in a few days." She yelled back, followed by another vomiting episode.

"You said that 3 days ago." He told her. "Don't make me have to get Milly to take you." He grinned as she complied to him, reluctantly.

He should use Milly's name more often.
Vash was waiting again. This time he was in a doctors office next to Meryl, who was lying on a bed next to a pink plastic pan. They did numerous tests and finally the doctor came back out.

"I have the results."

"Is she going to stop vomiting everywhere now?" Knives smirked. "Or should I get the mop back out."

Milly looked at her friend with worry. "What's wrong with you Meryl?"

Vash laughed at his brother. "Get the mop back out because-"

Meryl cut him off with the reply. "I'm pregnant."

Note: That was the Epilogue. Yup that's the end. No more unseen scars. Maybe one day no more scars for this group. Don't ya love a happy ending… Yeah I never got any fanart…but hey, I'm happy with the amount of reviews I got. Extremely happy.

Well I love you all. I have many other ideas. One for Trigun, one for Drake and Josh, and another for Samurai Champloo. I hope to get started with one soon. Wish me luck!

Love ya!

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