Prerogative

AN: Don't you all hate it when, you go back and re-read your stories and find tiny little dumb mistakes? Yeah, I do, and I've found a million, there's probably some in here too. Grrr... Alright then, this chapter is dedicated to:

untidyclaws

who... probably wont even be able to read this as boot camp should have her/him by now. Good luck with camp! Now, you can all review like crazy (which would be, ever so nice) but its my pure laziness of typing that sometimes stops me from updating. It cant be helped, but I apologize for the :gulp: month long wait... I don't know how some of you put up with me.

The Angel from my Nightmare

Knives woke quietly, and shaded his eyes from the invading sunlight that penetrated the shadows he had been sleeping in. Something wasn't quite right...

Relieving himself of yesterdays filth he stepped quietly into his serene geo plant. He walked around slowly, inspecting everything, the grass, the trees, the flowers... everything in terms of the plant seemed to be fine. He glanced around, bringing his hand to his chin, rubbing it in thought.

He's hand dropped back down to his side. "Vash."

His brother wasn't in the plant, and while he could still feel his brother's presence it was far from him. Clenching his fists together in anger he set out into the desert after his twin who hadn't gotten too far ahead.

Vash himself, walked slowly along, his wounds that hadn't quite healed from before had been healed over night. An effect that must have come from his brother while he had slept. When he had awoken the dull pain of the wounds were gone and he brushed over his bare skin where the bullets had struck, it was as if they had never been there. Knives had even taken care of the scars that they would have left. Which was something he was internally grateful for, he didn't want any more scars, he didn't want the memory that would be left from them.

When he had dreamt, it had been the same dreams he had always had. Knives' laugh, the destruction of a town he'd now like to forgot, the images never left and with Knives in control he wondered if they ever would. Knives had said that they would leave the next day and it was there that he was headed.

He stopped walking in the desert when he realized he had no idea as to where he was. Knives had knocked him out, he could have been anywhere. Suppose he wasn't even going in the correct direction?

In his sudden frustration he sat down hard, ignoring the burning sand that he could feel through his clothing.

'I have to warn them all, I have to warn all the people,' had been his first thought when he had woken from his fitful sleep and even so, he wondered if there would be any real point. Would it make a difference when no one, not even himself could defeat Knives?

He hated himself for losing, for allowing his brother to win. Though if there was one thing Knives was right in, it was thinking that neither him nor Vash would give up on what they wanted. Vash stood, and brushed the sand off him

Knives was wrong, he hadn't lost, not yet. The day he lost, was the day human life was extinct. Vash had decided. The only way to keep those he loved most alive, was to go along with Knives, he didn't have to be like him, but turning away from him wasn't going to help matters. Knives had something up his sleeve and Vash wouldn't be entrusted with it until he could prove himself to his brother.

'Besides,' Vash thought. 'He wants me by his side, and that's something he wants more than anything.'

Before he could take a step forward he heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked back. He didn't turn, but rather sighed as he waited for his brother to join him at his side.

Knives was pointing his custom black gun at his brother, but his eyes were on the desert that surrounded them. "I did say we'd go, but I meant we'd leave together," he said as he placed the gun back in his hidden holster.

"Thought you'd get an early start Vash?" Knives smiled to himself at his brothers look Much was mixed in his face and the only clear expression he could see was a pained annoyance.

Vash said nothing and turned his face from that of Knives', he started walking but Knives extended his arm, stopping him. "We're going south, really brother, you have the worst sense of direction."

The walk to the town was in complete silence. Though, more than once Vash attempted at opening his mouth, wanting to make further judgements in favor of humanity but Knives' cold gaze always stopped him. Vash gazed at his brother from his peripheral vision, Knives' face was calm and he walked collectively.

He had a grace about him, Knives did. It was as if all these years, while he had been trying to blend in with the humans as much as he could, Knives was working just as hard at making sure the differences were apparent. A solitary look at Knives, and anyone would be able to tell he wasn't exactly human. It was that grace, his aura, it was something Vash didn't care for in his brother.

Vash was suddenly yanked back by his brother and thrown on the ground. He stood in anger, glaring at his twin, about to demand what he done that for. Knives said nothing and stuck out his chin forward, Vash looked and gulped when he saw the drop off from the cliff. He hadn't been paying attention.

"Why are we at a cliff? I thought we were headed toward the town?"

"We are at the town, did you bother to look beyond the cliff?"

Vash looked over and saw Knives was correct, there was the town he had left months ago. A heavy weight filled his heard as he wondered if Meryl and Millie were still around, if they had bothered to continue to wait for him. He could understand if they hadn't, and at the present moment he hoped they had not, but still, he wondered how long they had bothered to wait. Millie would wait till the day she died, but Meryl... he sighed. Meryl wasn't the most patient of woman, she was probably gone.

Knives turned his head to his brother, "no they're both still there."

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Invading my mind as if you have the rights too."

"Then stop thinking so loud," Knives smiled at his brother.

The smile, the warmth in it, the fact that it was the first one he hadn't seen that evil glint behind caught Vash off guard and he stepped back in alarm from it, falling into the sand. Knives' smile faded.

"Sometimes I can hardly believe we're related, and twins at that," Knives said as started to walk the edge of the cliff.

"What are you doing?" Vash asked as he stood, brushing himself off.

"Waiting," Knives muttered as his eyes looked far off in a direction.

"For what?"

Knives smiled again, but the glint was back in its faithful spot, "him."

Vash squinted his eyes to see what his brother was talking about, but all he saw in the distance was a cloud of dust rising as if a sand storm were on its way. As the dust cloud grew closer his eyes increased in slight size when he saw who was causing the stir in the dust. An old enemy, one who had the potential to be a friend, but it seemed BDN's old ways were never going to be stopped and he watched as he charged into the town, letting a missile go in first as the big flashy entrance he loved.

Preparing to jump from the cliff, as he had no intention of letting BDN get away with what was about to happen, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked up at the hands owner and saw Knives' smiling face beam down at him. He yanked his shoulder away.

"Let me go, I have to help them," he said quietly to his twin.

Knives put his hand back on his brother's shoulder, stopping him from his destination. "I think not brother, this is a good as time as any. I wont allow you to interfere, examine, study the cruelties of humanity. Watch them die."

Vash pushed off from his brother and set out to the town, ignoring his words.

"Go then Vash, save them, but if you do, I'll give them a definite death, one filled with pain. I'll let their screams be a sort of lullaby," Knives smiled. "It'll lull me to sleep, but what about yourself? Are their deaths music to your ears?"

Vash stopped in his tracks, his face contorted in painful thought. He didn't take another step forward and he watched as the missile hit the town, releasing a powerful explosion. Knives wasn't making a sound behind him, but he could almost hear the sound of Knives' smile widening. He was too far away from the town to know if anyone had been hurt for sure, but luckily, it seemed the majority if not all the people had walked away unharmed.

When his eyes caught sight of the tiny distinctive figures he knew to be Meryl and Millie, he sighed in relief, 'at least the girls are okay.' He thought, trying to see what was so far from him.

"Your eye sight is nearly that of a humans brother, you really are a bit of a disgrace to your kind," Knives said to him as he took a step besides his brother. "You must be curious with what's going on down there. I imagine that not only can you barely see, but that you cant hear a thing as well."

Vash didn't acknowledge his brother, he merely continued to watch the tiny specks, which were the humans of the town move about. He couldn't make out the lips so he was unsure if they were talking or not, but he could easily see BDN's large overbearing figure.

"Brilliant Dynamites Neon... how could you," he muttered to himself.

Knives eyed his brother as he spoke to himself but said nothing. They watched together as the events unfolded and as the people set out into the desert, separating before they got too far from the original town.

Vash's eyes broke in alarm, "where are they going? What are they doing?"

"I do believe," Knives began in a bored tone. "That they were kicked out of the town, and now have high hopes in getting to another before they starve to death. Such a will to live, pity its so nauseating, but we'll take care of that wont we Vash?"

Vash looked at his brother, his lip curling in disgust, "there's no we Knives. There's you and then there's me, we're not a team, we'll never be one again unless you can change for the better." As Vash set his eyes back at the townspeople that were going in every which direction, Knives' eyes stayed on that of his brothers.

'I assure you dear brother, we will be together as one... even if I have to force you.'

Knives watched as his brother drew an intake of breath and he turned his eyes to view what his brother was staring at. One of the females, one he recognized from Vash's mind was staring directly up at them. No one else seemed to notice them but her intense gray eyes were glued on his brothers, she even flicked her eyes to himself. He took a hold of his brother, deciding they had gawked long enough and led him away.

The female's eyes gave everything away, she was disappointed, angry and most importantly of all unforgiving.

'How interesting,' Knives thought, though he wasn't unaware of the female's unhealthy liking to his brother.

"Knives, I-"

Knives interrupted his brother, "you make contact and I kill her now."

Vash said nothing before turning to look back at the female with a pained expression, allowing Knives to steer him away from the cliff's edge. When they had reached the lower point of where the cliff stuck out Vash again, pushed himself from his brother's grasp.

"If they die out there, I'll never forgive you!" He said and walked away in the very same direction the people were going.

AN: Bleh. That was probably the worst chapter so far, oh well. Click that purple button and make me a happy writer. I really want to promise the next chapter will be out soon, but... you all know my habits by now.

A random hello to Alexnandru Van Gordon. She/he (sorry I don't know) claps for me. :sobs and bows: Thank you, and sorry about the wait, the part of me that types up these chapters keeps trying to run away.

Yours Truly,
Faery Goddyss :)