We do not own Trigun. Not at all. Not even one bit. Nope.

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Knives starts a garden

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The days passed on, and eventually Knives began to heal. As soon as he could really use his arms, he asked to be

allowed to begin working the dry ground around the house. At first he had to submit to being carried to whichever place

he desired, which he despised, but after a few more weeks, he could hobble a few feet with the aid of a crutch. Now

Knives worked the ground not only because he was bored, but because he liked to do it. This

new occupation was very good for Knives, for as much as anyone may like to deny it, work is good for the body, mind,

and even the heart. Considering these things, Knives was probably better off now then he had ever been in his life.

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Let us consider the improvements:

Firstly, knives was surrounded by people who wanted him well (which is the surest way to get a person well by the way).

Second his appetite was improving and supplemented with plenty of good nutritious food (Which is also very important,

for half of bad temper and spleen come from low blood sugar).

And thirdly, he was now working, which as I have just now explained is good for the mind and body.

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For poor Knives, desperately though he tried to cling to his old evil ways, there wasn't much chance of him doing so.

But to get back to the story, after a few more weeks, Knives began to watch

little green buds coming out of the ground. He was able to smile proudly when the Meryl spider stopped and smiled, and

wondered aloud over how it was possible that something could actually grow there. He didn't even feel the urge to sneer.

As more time passed, Knives little square of sand turned into a full blown garden. Buds began to appear, and soon they

opened into flowers. People began to stop and look at the flowers as they passed the house, and Knives would snicker to

himself when he thought of his genius in tormenting the spiders.

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"How do you make them grow? They're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." The voice came from behind Knives as

he sat watching a clump of daisies. Now the old Knives would simply have stated that it was impossible for a parasitic life

sucking organism to make something grow. But he didn't. Somehow the Spider's love of his flowers caught him off guard.

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"I don't make them grow, they do that themselves. They just need help." Came his unexpected reply. So unexpected in

fact that Knives nearly jumped and thought to himself, "was that me? Or has Vash managed to usurp my brain?" He made

a furtive glance for his brother. He was horrified for a moment and might have done something rash but that the voice

began again:

"I have some, and I try to help them grow, I water them and protect them, and do everything I can to help, but they just

barely survive."

For some reason, to his very great astonishment, Knives decided to help the creature. He reassured

himself by telling himself it was for the flowers, and not the spider. So he grabbed his crutch and demanded "Help me up."

As he was helped to his feet he finally turned to the speaker, and recognized the pretty brown haired female that he had

plotted to destroy. "You, I remember you," he stated matter of factly, "Help me walk." And so they made their way to

meet her flowers.

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When Vash got home, Knives wasn't there. He went inside. Knives wasn't there either. "Knives!" Yelled Vash in the

house. "Knives!" Yelled Vash a little more frantically outside the house. "Knives! Knives where are you?!" He yelled near

insanity all around the surrounding area. "Oh no! This is bad...what am I gonna tell Meryl! What am I gonna do! Ma-a-a-

ma-a-a-n!" Vash sat down on the porch in complete panic. Meryl walked up "What's wrong with you?" Vash jumped

up, "MEERRYLL! Knives is gone! What am I gonna do, He could be hurt! He could be laying dead in the desert! He

could have stepped in a hole! He could be kidnapped!" Meryl's eye twitched, "you idiot, he's probably just out back."

"But Meryl!" Whimpered Vash, "He's not THERE!" "Don't worry," said Meryl "I'm sure he's fine, Knives can take care

of himself." "No he ca-a-an't!" Protested Vash "he needs someone to feed him, and love him, and give him nourishing

literature!"

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While Vash was still whimpering, Knives hobbled up with the aid of the Rose spider (Rose by the way is the

name belonging to the brown haired female that Knives plotted to destroy) and his crutch.

"KNIVES! You're alive! I'm so glad! Happy day!" At that Vash rushed up to Knives and gave him a big hug, and nearly

succeeded in knocking him over. "Idiot! Of course I'm alive!" Said Knives rather angrily. "I'm sorry Knives, I'm just so

relieved!" Replied Vash, still in tears. Meryl put her hand on her face and sighed, she turned and walked inside to make

dinner. Vash turned (still in tears) to Rose. "Thankyou! Thankyou so much for bringing my brother back to me!" Knives

rolled his eyes and hobbled into the house. Rose smiled kindly and patted Vash on the shoulder in a conciliatory manner,

then turned and walked home. Vash walked into the house. "Oh Knives! I'm so happy for you! You've found a lady

friend!" Knives growled and hobbled to his corner where he sat down and glared at the wall until Vash apologized and

Meryl said dinner was ready.