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Chapter43: Meryl's POV
When morning comes, she awakes curled comfortably against Vash's side. It is her favorite way to awaken in the morning. Smiling, she stretches out much like a cat against him, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed close together. Eyes flickering open, she tilts her head just a bit to look up at his face and is pleased to see that he seems to be still asleep. Carefully sitting up, she runs her hand slowly down his side, grinning as he leans into the touch even though he is still asleep. Perfect, she thinks, I love touching him. Softly tracing one of the scars on his arm, she enjoys the play of muscle beneath his skin as he reacts. A low noise escapes him as he comes awake.

"Morning," she murmurs, as she continues to run her fingers along his arm, tracing the patterns there. Since Dai had healed the muscle tissue, she had noticed that he was far more sensitive to light touches than he had been previously in a good way.

He smiles, stretching a little, "Morning to you too," he murmurs leaning up to kiss her.

Grinning, she kisses him back, her hand still tracing patterns on his arm. He grins back, gently shoving her backwards on the bed and rolling to brace himself over her. Leaning down he kisses her, his long fingers dancing along her sides and down her stomach. She enjoys it, arching into his touch as he takes his time to explore. Since the re-growth of his arm, he had delighted in touching her with it and she had delighted in the touching.

Before anything else can happen, a sharp knock at the door draws both their attention, startling Vash enough that his clumsiness kicks in and he falls off the bed.

"Are you alright?" she asks, sitting up and leaning over to check on him.

He flashes her that embarrassed smile of his, before reaching up and grabbing the blanket than nodding towards the door. She grabs her robe and pulls it on before opening the door.

"Yes?" she mutters as she glances at Milly standing there with a cup of coffee.

She blinks at her, blushing. "I'm sorry! I hadn't thought about it, ummm, here's your coffee, I am going back downstairs now."

Shutting door she leans against it shaking her head and chuckling, "I could have waited on the coffee. Now I wonder what she wanted that she brought me coffee, the only time she brings me coffee first thing in the morning is if we have a meeting that she wants me nice for or something is going on." She mutters to herself as she observes Vash, enjoying watching him get back to his feet, blushing the entire time.

"Ummmm, why don't you go find out what she wanted?" he suggests as he sets the blanket on the bed.

She grins, enjoying the view. "I could or…" she answers him, setting her coffee down and walking over.

Before anything can happen there is another knock at the door, only this time it is followed by Vash dropping his head and sighing.

"Damn brother," he grumbles, leaning down to kiss her once. "Get dressed, it's gonna be one of those days."

Smiling at him, she places a hand on his chest and leans up to kiss him again before settling back on her heels.

Knives' POV
What the hell is taking so long? He wonders as he knocks on the door to his brother's room, and mentally calls for him again. There are too many damned spiders here, too many voices that just get in the way. It's frustrating and giving him a headache. Even with his telepathy tuned out as much as possible, it still seemed as if ever person in this tiny town were all screaming in his head though he could not understand why. It was not a problem that he had had before.

A few minutes later, Vash opens the door, stepping out wearing his leather armor and a long sleeve black shirt over top of it. "What's wrong?" he inquires as he steps out.

Blinking, he is not sure how to explain it seems like there are more people there then there really is and he can hear all of them in his mind. Instead, he links with him, allowing him to hear what he is hearing. Startled, Vash gives him a funny look, feeling carefully with his empathy according to the link. A moment later the feeling withdraws, leaving both without the feeling.

"What was that?" Vash mutters.

I don't know. He replies, his mind seeking the answer and not finding it. It is almost as frustrating as when had felt the many people in his head. This does not make sense.

"Uh, I don't get it, what was that?" Vash grumbles, "It is gonna be one of those days."

Behind him the door opens again, this time it is temper stepping out, her traditional white and purple outfit on. "I'm going to go see what Milly wanted, then inquire about property deeds. Do you have any plans?"

Vash smiles down at her, kissing her on the forehead, "I was thinking of going to the plant today, getting the repairs done. Possibly visiting with the ladies within them, according to Kikyo one of them is our mother so I wanna meet her." His voice drops a bit as he comments, "I'm nervous."

Lying her hand against his cheek she smiles at him, "It will be fine, I'm sure, you're to charming when you try for it not to be."

Knives rolls his eyes, sometimes his brother is just too much of an empath. At least temper is not as emotional. Of course she is more like me, he thinks, well that's an annoying thought, a spider like me. Hmmm. At least she is not spider like. There was a thought he wouldn't have had just a few months earlier. The entire idea would have angered him and he would have done anything to prove that she was just a messily spider or have had one of the minions kill her. He is pulled from his thoughts by Vash chuckling at him after temper had already walked away.

"Let's get some donuts and then get to the plant," his irksome brother tells him as he walks down the hall.

Vash's POV
Gezzzz oh peats, it was looking like a good morning then everything seemed to go wrong. A perfectly good morning ruined first by a coffee delivery and then a few minutes later by his brother having someone or something messing with his head. At least he had a rather good waking up, perhaps after everything else was done for the day they could go back to that part. He was pretty sure that she would not be opposed to the idea, maybe possibly anyways. Nor did she seem bothered by the changes in his body. Yes indeed, perhaps they could pick up where they left off.

Shaking his head, he heads down stairs in order to find some donuts before heading to the plant. "Are you coming with me to the plant?" he inquires of his brother.

Of course, why would I not? Past that I am curious as to our birth mother. Kikyo pointed that the plant way of viewing children differs from the spider method. Unfortunately, I have to honestly say that it is the spider form of familial bonds that I am accustomed to, thus I am curious of her as her offspring. Knives replies, his mind voice soft.

Nodding, he responds, "That makes sense, so let's find some donuts so we can get to work."

A low chuckle escapes his brother as the two of them leave the inn and head towards the bakery.

Donuts first, a large thing of them, then go deal with the plant. He had made sure to place the paperwork he would need into his inner pocket before leaving the room so they would not have to return there. The only time he felt like going back to that room was with his short girl later that evening. Hopefully evening would go far better than this morning.

Can you not engage in carnal thoughts of your temper when I am within mental range? Or maybe when I am busy thinking on something else so I don't have to get the mental images of you two. She's not my type to imagine. Knives asks him as they enter the bakery.

He grins, his attention changing to the bakery and all the lovely donut he can smell. Flashing his most charming smile at the small lady behind the counter he asks for a dozen donuts before remembering his brother and giving him a questioning look. Knives merely rolls his eyes, leaning against the door frame and waiting. After thanking and paying for the donuts, he woofs them down as the two of the walk down the mostly empty street to the plant in question. Just outside the door to the plant he stops to catch his breath as his nervousness returns. Shaking his head, he thinks, I've been in way worse situations than this, no reason to be nervous now.