Heat Wave
Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun and I'm pretty sure that won't change anytime soon.
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Vash officially hated chess.
In a room that was so small it was barely a room, he sat across from his former-psychotic brother.
Yes, it was former-psychotic brother now. This great accomplishment was due to enough pain-killers and sedatives to bring down Gunsmoke's finest Thomas. Of course when he was awake he was still a royal pain, but he wasn't a homicidal royal pain. That was progress...right?
Back on the chess board, even in Knives' medicated state of being, he was still able to beat the pants off Vash.
Why was he always being forced play chess, anyway? Couldn't they at least once play checkers? Maybe even a card game. Vash was pretty sure Knives would enjoy the game "War".
"Honestly, brother, are you even trying? Have you really gotten this rusty, or were you always this bad?"
Vash gave him the dirtiest glare he could muster, "I'm sorry, I didn't have much time to practice chess while your little droogs and bounty hunters chased me to the ends of the planet and back!"
He shifted his glare to the chess board.
"Where's that tall, annoying creature?" Knives asked, leaning back onto the pillows and closing his eyes. "She's a much better player."
"Aw, Knives I'm hurt." he said in mock distress. "You rather the company of a human than your dear old brother?" Vash continued to stare at the board. Maybe while his eyes were closed he could possibly move his piece...
"Don't even try it." Knives barked causing the golden blonde's hand to twitch. "It wouldn't help you, anyway."
Vash cursed his brother's mind powers until he noticed a move and happily placed his white piece to Knives' side of the board.
"Besides," The older twin said as he gingerly picked up his black piece. "I don't rather her company. She's just a better opponent. She's also a good chess player...for a spider." Knives placed it back onto the board. "Then again nearly everyone's a better opponent that you, brother." he added with a grin. "Checkmate."
The younger twin ignored the remark. "Why Knivesy-kins...you called a human by a pronoun!" he said, giving his brother a big cheesy smile and batting his eyelashes. "And you complimented her!"
"Oh shut up," he snarled grumpily, "I was just saying that you're a terrible chess player!"
"Yeah sure..." Vash began to put the chess pieces back in the box, hopefully to never be seen again. Stupid game.
"What are you wearing, anyway?" Knives asked, changing the subject.
Looking down, Vash remembered that Meryl had followed through on her threat and actually bought him some short sleeved shirts. He was currently sporting an oversized, thin, white, T-shirt. He liked the fact that it was so baggy; it covered most of the scars on his arm.
He shrugged, "Just something a little cooler."
"It looks ridiculous."
This was coming from a guy who wore a spandex spacesuit. "It's not like I'd go out like this," he pointed to the machine gun arm that was clearly visible. "People would get freaked out. I'll probably wear a jacket over it or something."
"Whatever." Knives said rolling his eyes. "What is all that tension going on downstairs?"
Vash placed the game underneath the bed, "What tension?"
"The tension brewing between you and that officious, short spider." He said closing his eyes; obviously the pain-killers were starting to take their effect.
The golden blonde felt his face grow hot and began to stutter, "T-t-there's n-nothing going on!"
Knives slowly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. "Why are you acting so strange, brother?" His narrowed his eyes, "What are you hiding?"
Turning his face away quickly and feeling the blush burn his cheeks, Vash mumbled something incoherent.
"That's it..." The platinum blonde's eyes widen and his mouth began to quiver.
Vash turned his head back, "Knives?"
"You..." he growled, and Vash instantly began to search for the sedatives. Now where were they?
"You're...YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HER!"
Oh there they were, right in the draw that never opened. Great place to put them incase of emergency. Whose idea was that again?
"THOSE FILTHY BEINGS HAVE COMPLETELY CORRUPTED YOU!"
Oh yeah! It was his idea. Maybe a little kick would loosen it...there!
"YOU ARE AN EMBRASSEMENT TO...TO...to..." Knives rant was halted by the injection of sedatives in his arm.
"Yes, yes...now it's time for Knivesy-kins to go to sleep." Vash said as laid his brother back onto the bed. The Plant's entire being seemed to relax, until the painkillers took their full effect and Knives was completely knocked out.
This, Vash knew, was the time to run out of the room before his brother woke up. With luck, Knives would forget about his traumatic discovery by the time he awoke.
But then again...Vash never really had any luck.
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