Oh, how much i love you all!! Thanks for all the comments!!

Anonymous: I love KM fics too! I love this couple!! XD Chapters longer? You are satisfyed! Well, i'll try to make every chapter longer than the firsts...

Shygurl: Original? Hey, thanks!! I'm afraid i won't have many time to update so soon, because at the end of September i'll start going to the University and (oh...) i'll have also the course for the driving licence... I'll try my best!!

Unknown:Thank you too! I know, spelling is my problem in writing english ff... I'm happy my ff grasped your interest! Here's the new chapter.

LotisFlower:Oh, thanksthanksthanks!!!!! I'm happy you liked the way i've portaited Knives and Meryl; i was afraid to put them OOC...

And now, two important things:

1) What does runny means? When i searched a term Meryl could describe Knives with, in italian i thought of "moccioso". I searched "moccioso" in my english dictionary and i found the word "runny", the english translation for "moccioso". This italian term is a despised word to call a child( that in this occasion is a big, annoying child...') or, better, a very young boy, pretentious and who gives himself airs to be an adult when he is, for example, fiveteen. Questions? There are another daubts? If yes, please make me know! '

2)I'm officially in searching of a beta-reader for this fic, in order to correct my spelling mistakes. If there is someone who want to be my beta-reader, this is my e-mail: brin85libero.it. Thanks to all of you, and now ENJOYING THE NEW CHAPTER!

Kiss

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Trigun... sigh... well, if you want to give me Vash or Knives as a present, you're welcome!! XD

CHAPTER 3: ANGER

-NORMAL POV-

Meryl Strife has always thought life amused to create problems to her, but the real problems were started now. And they had all the same, terrible name: Knives Saverem. It seemed all a program! What person must be someone who eas named Knives? The answer is: a sadic, spoil runny. And those were hard months for Meryl, the personal maid of that asshole of a count. She couldn't stand him. He was so arrogant and cruel!!

Meryl stumbled, falling on the stairs and the basket full of her master's clothes rolled down, making go out all its contents. At the end of the stairs a foot stopped the race of the basket, and when Meryl saw who was, her heart jumped in the throat. A pair of ice-blue eyes were looking at her coldly.

Knives Saverem was just returned from a shooting party with other conceited nobles like him.

-What are you doing, spider?-

She ignored the last word, picking up the clothes.

-The washing, master- Meryl answered quickly, going up the stairs when suddenly he grabbed her thin wrist, making her turn around. The basket slipped out of her hand.

-I want you to look at me when i speak to you, spider-

Meryl could hear vexation in his deep voice, but his eyes were cold.

-I don't like to be called like that! And besides, the honourable clothes of your honourable bottom are getting dirty, Sir- she replyed, causing the passage of a sight of anger in Knives' eyes.

-You filthy spider! You are a servant! How dare you speak to me like that?!- he roamed catching her from the arms.. Meryl closed her eyes, afraid that he would punched her, but he didn't. When she opened them, she found herself staring very closely at his eyes.

They were of a very surprising light-blue: so cold, but so incredibly... she couldn't think of how incredibly it was. And his look was even more surprising. He was watching her so intensely that she blushed and looked away.

-Why are you blushing now?!- he bursted out.

-I'm not blushing!- Meryl replyed quickly.

Error.

-Please, don't say me you're in embarassment now!!- Knives exclamedwith light disgust.

"For God's sake, say no!" he prayed her mentally. The contrary would be a very unpleasant situation. If someone gets embarassed looking in the eyes another person, there's an only cause: the first person is interested in the second one. That is to say that bitch feels something for him. No, that couldn't be!! Definitely not that!! Not with a maid, a SERVANT!!

But neither for Meryl the idea of herself feeling something for that jerk was pleasant.

-With all my respect, but you're a fool if you think that- she ended, going upstairs without her master's permission.

Knives stayed there, frozen by his maid's answer. For some strange motive, the fact that she didn't feel anything for him was a vexation. Well, exactly there were a lot of things that were a vexation for him at that moment, and all of them started and ended with her, Meryl Strife.

"Little bastard bitch" he tought angrily meanwhile he was going toward the library. he needed to read something to calm down. Even speaking with that spider could got him angry.

"I'd like to kill her"

Yeah, that was an exciting idea.

"But the good name of the family would be ruined" said a voice coming from his inside when Knives took a book.

-Fuck the family togheter with that little stupid spider!!- he answered angrily, sinking into an armchair.

-What the hell did they do for me?! Nothing at all!!-

Knives stood at the book in his hands. It was "Utopia".

Anger rose in his heart.

-What a fucking life!!- he threw the book against a piece of forniture, making some books fall. A head pelped in the room.

Milly Thompson had a worried expression on her face, but she couldn't see Knives'face because he was giving her his back.

-Is it all ok, master? Do you need help?-

He turned a little the head, looking dangerously her with the corner of his eye.

-Yeah... Bring here your little spider-friend-

oOo

-What can i do for you?- Meryl tried to pretend to be slack and at her ease, but on the inside she was extremely anxious. The atmosphere in the room was suffocating.

Knives stood up turning around and looked Milly, near her short friend.

-Leave us alone- his voice was very deep and Meryl felt shivers run on her spine. Well, she hoped they were only because of the fear, and not for something else. Milly obeyed.

Meryl's look was low, but she rose itit when she heard footsteps. Knives was now in front of her and a strange look lightened his hard face.

-Do you know you've made me mad, spider? This isn't a good thing for you- he murmured a few inches away from her. Meryl stayed at him speechless.

Now why was that fool arrogant mad at her?! Because she had gave him of a fool?! The was really that if he thought she would allowed him to insult her!! He was her master, but he had to respect her if he wanted to be respected!!

-Could i know why, Sir?- her voice quivered.

-Because...- Knives moved toward Meryl, who stepped back-... you are insolent. You must always answer back and this gets on my nerves a lot-

Meryl had to stop when she felt the wall against her back, and suddenly Knives placed his hands near his maid's head to prevent her from excaping.

-You are a big bore to me, you know that spider?- he looked her with rage- You pissed me off. Really pissed me off-

-I'm sorry, master- she replied instinctively even if her tone said the contrary, and for Knives was the straw that breacked the camel's back. Looking madly at her, his right hand slapped her cheek. Meryl stood surprisingly at him with astonishment in the eyes, and slowly she brought a hand at her painful cheek that was becoming red.

-How dare you disgusting servant! You are nothing but a meaningless spider who makes the world dirty with its only existence!! You...- Knives stopped when felt something wet hit his cheek. He brought angrily his hand where he was been hit, breathing feverishly. That filthy spider had spitted him!!!

-Youaredead- Knives whistled. Meryl felt shivers go down her spine and looking in his eyes she began to be really scared. There was an homicidal light in those ice-blue eyes. She didn't say anything when he seized her by the arm and trailed her out of the room because Meryl was afraid the situation got worse. They arrived into a dungeon, where there was a little and dirty prison. Knives took a key from his waistcoat and opened the door of the prison, pushing roughly the girl in and locking. He smirked when the maid grasped the bars, looking him with disbelief and anger.

-Why?- was all she could say.

-Because now i can stay in peace, without see your annoying face around the palace. I'm regretting to have chosen to have you as my personal maid...- he murmured, then went away ingnoring the screams coming from the prison.

-KNIVES' POV-

God, i was really pissed off! All i wanted to do was to cancel her angry face and her annoying voice from my mind, but at the moment that was really hard! You know, forget the font of a deep rage is not easy, especially for me. I'm not able to forget something that has touched me so deeply. I'm not able, and that woman was so annoying!! I hadn't said anything when she arrived, thinking that another spider was meaningless because i was surrounded by them and another wouldn't changed my life, but i was wrong. I couldn't imagine that she had that temperament.

During the last months i has felt the need to kill more then during the past twenty-five years, and this is driving me carzy, because i cannot satisfy my needs. Can you imagine? My brother who comes here crying because i've killed his little game... God, it's the Apocaliphs! I would have to listen to all his whining about how kill someone is an horrible crime, how wrong was not had sent me into a mental hospital and, well, obvoiously that i've took away from him the only person he has ever loved.

Sorry, but i'm not ready for this!

And now i'm here, forced to have in this house that fucking bitch because this is the dustbin of the fucking Saverem family. Because is in this house where are piled up all the refuses.

And meanwhile that old mummy in Gladstone plays with me, my anger rises and i want to scream that they must leave me alone; let me free to live my life here, in Collingwood, where i'm been banished.

Suddenly i fel the need to drink something in the darkness of my room. With a glass in one hand and a bottle of Wiskey in the other i entered, staring at the unmade bed.

"That spider..."

She was making it when i had locked her in the prison. I filled the glass, drunk to clam me down. What gave me annoyance wasn't that the maid didn't do her work, but that even see the bed she was doing reminded me of her.

"Damn!!"

-Sir-

I turned aound to look at that tall spider with that unbearable, shrill voice. She was smiling, and i felt the impulse to cancel that expression from her face.

-The count Bluesummers is arrived- she annunced. I drank a sip of Wiskey, enjoying its taste on my lips.

-Make him come in-

TO BE CONTINUED...