Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun or any other anime - I just like making up stories…oh, and this is my second official fan fic and my first Trigun fan fic so I'll just apologize now if it sucks. Sorry!

Chapter Seven: This I Know

It's a strange thing, trusting someone for the first time. I've feared and hated the thought of my brother walking free in the streets with humans; but here I am, asking him to walk with me. Do I know what I'm getting myself into? Or will I be sorely mistaken in my trust?

Dust blew before the men as they entered the town, for years to come the townspeople would refer to their entrance as dramatic, and it was. A whirlwind flew in front of the men, rustling their hair and the grim look on their faces gave them the appearance of wild men who lived in the desert. The twins, both tall and blonde walked straight into the saloon, holding their heads up high, but anyone who would have recognized them would know that it was a façade. If anything, their intensity was just an attempt to look anything but parched.

The doors of the saloon sprung open easily before the twins. The first man grinned madly at the signs of life around him while his accomplice darkly glared at the barflies.

"Ah, civilization! This is much better! All that sand was makin' me nuts!" the first man laughed to his twin who merely walked to the bar with a brooding look. "Ho there friend!" he saluted a man who was watching him over his beer. "I must say, that looks exceptionally tasty!" He glanced towards the bar. The bartender, a woman in her late 50's with a large scar across her cheek, turned away from him, polishing a glass.

"Hey lady, how about a couple beers for me and my brother here?" he called out.

"Your brother huh?" the barmaid turned around again to examine the men.

"Yes ma'am! We've been walking for a very long time and we're really, really thirsty. Think you could help us out?" He smiled at her.

"Well sure I can, just as soon as you hand over your firearms. I won't have any drunken brawls here in my place. I keep things clean and you're gonna play by my rules or hit the road." She growled.

"Yes ma'am!" the man waved his arms and surrendered his weapon without a second thought.

The woman snatched the gun and looked at the second man with a piercing gaze. Turning to his brother, Vash the Stampede recognized the road block. He cleared his throat and prepared himself to do a little imploring.

Come on Knives! Give me a break! I'm so cotton-mouth I could make a sweater! Please!

This is my gun Vash, and unlike you, I pride myself in it. I'm not going to simply allow some humans to smear their fingers all over it. As far as I'm concerned nothing is worth it. Knives glared back at his brother.

"Trust me, this is." Vash smiled at his brother as he grabbed the gun in Knives holster. You'll get it right back, and you'll feel tons better.

"Give that back to me!" Knives said with a shove at his brother.

Vash laughed nervously "Hey, as soon as you have your drink, I will!"

"Alright then boys, two beers, comin' right up." The woman behind the counter frowned at the men sitting at her bar. There's somethin' creapy about them. She thought to herself.

"ALRIGHT! Nourishment!" Vash cried between gulps of the ale. "Oh this is so hitting the spot!"

"Huh. Something like that." Knives stared down at the beverage in his mug.

Hours later, both Knives and Vash were throwing up fast and furious into a water trough for the thomas outside the saloon, guns firmly in their holsters.

"I just can't see how you like doing this to yourself Vash." Knives murmured as he wiped his face clean. I should go in there and kill her for allowing us to drink that stuff.

Hey! It wasn't her fault! We were the ones who drank it! Vash grinned. Besides, I think this is part of the fun,…I think….

More like this part you didn't think of. Knives smirked back at his brother.

The next morning, with the sunlight injuring their red, bloodshot eyes, Vash and Knives debated their next move.

"Listen Vash, I don't want to meet your insurance girls. Now that we have this renewed relationship, I don't want anyone coming between us. These girls will be biased towards me Vash. They'll hate me before they even get to know me and they'll pull you away from me!" Knives growled.

"No, no, no! You've got it all wrong! They're really nice! They were the ones who encouraged me to come fight you in the first place!" Vash protested.

"My point exactly." Knives said with a frown. "Besides, you don't even know where they are! It's like looking for a grain of rice in the desert."

"Well, lucky for you, I can smell food anywhere. Come on. We'll take a sand steamer, it'll be lots faster and I promise, you'll like them, and they'll like you."

"Fine! If you insist on it, I'll do it, but if anything happens – "

"Nothing will happen. Trust me."

Famous last words Vash. Knives glared at his brother.

Vash got to his feet with a smile. "Okie dokie, it's settled then! You stay here and I'm gonna go get us some tickets, and some donuts!"

"Some what? Do-nots?"

"Oh wow. My poor brother, you really don't know what you've been missing." Vash smiled as he walked away.

Meryl Styfe looked out the window for the fifteenth time that hour. Nothing. Damn. Where is that man? Vash! Hurry up! Come back to me quickly, before the years run out! I can't wait forever, and I'm getting so tired. Come back to me. I know you will. I know it.

To be continued…

So, do you know what a phalange is? Well, the middle one, on my middle finger on my right hand is fractured. Every time I type anything, it shoots piercing pain up my hand and my eyes water. I think I need a nice, little comment on this post. It's much easier to type when I know my story is appreciated. Love me. Please love me.