Several miles away, a young woman with blue hair and glittering, gold eyes winced as a young boy with white hair tightened the bandage on her leg. "Dammit Ishon!" she hissed, "Can't you be a little gentler?"
Ishon shrugged, "Not if you want it to get better." He sighed, "I told you this was a bad idea Alona. Onyx is much too powerful for you to even subdue, much less kill her. You should have looked for one of the males."
Alona shrugged, "She was the closest one. Besides, she is the leader; the other two follow her around like lost puppies…" she smirked, "Especially 'Master' Knives."
Ishon nodded, "He is quite taken with her, Alona…not even he is completely impervious to emotion." He frowned, "But why go after Onyx? It was Vash who killed Legato, not the other two."
Alona narrowed her eyes, "But Onyx arranged everything. It's what she was made for. Vash may be the Protector, and Knives is most definitely the Destroyer…but Onyx is the Interloper: the puppet-master behind it all. Indirectly or not, it was her who truly killed my brother and I want her dead."
As Vash and Onyx rode ahead, plotting their course, Shiro brought his toma up alongside Knives.
"It seems that Onyx is quite taken with you, you lucky bastard." He paused, "But actually, I'm not sure whether to congratulate you or offer my consolations."
Knives tilted his head in puzzlement, "What do you mean, Shiro?"
Shiro shrugged, "On the upside, she's everything a guy could want: intelligent; beautiful; dramatic; a real spit-fire." He glanced at Knives, "On the downside, however, she's the ultimate ice queen: absolutely no emotion to speak of, let alone a capacity for love."
Knives shrugged nonchalantly, "I wouldn't be so sure about that…" He shivered remembering the relentless passion she had revealed to him the night before.
The assassin smiled, "You know her well?"
The human/plant hybrid smiled back, "Sixty-three years give or take a decade."
Shiro chuckled, "I see…you know her extremely well…"
Not knowing how to respond to that last remark, Knives spurred his toma on ahead of the human. Dammit! he thought. What does he know that I don't?!
Watching the back of Knives's head, Shiro sighed, "You lucky bastard, you."