The Long Night's Wait Disclaimer: Okay all of you know that Trigun belongs to Yasihro Nightow and anybody who says they do. Oh yeah and this fic is what I get for being bored in math class and having nothing to read. Pull up a chair, relax, grab some donuts, and enjoy. Spoilers: If you haven’t seen it all then don’t read this! It’ll mess it all up for you! By: Fishguts
A tall blond-haired man walked through the desert carrying someone who had been slung over his shoulder. "You’re heavy! You need to go on a diet!" He got no reply from the light blond-haired man. "Knives, you know what." Nothing. "You’re boring." They continued their trek through the dry barren wasteland. "Knives, maybe I should leave you here." Vash looked over at his brother. Knives’ eyes twitched and his hand balled into fists. "Rem... Vash..." Vash jumped up as his brother spoke. "KNIVES!" "Rem! You bitch! Give me back my brother!" "KNIVES!" "Dammit Rem! It’s your fault he hates me!" "KNIVES!" -In Knives’ Mind- Knives and Rem stand alone in a field full of red geraniums. Knives is a child again. The wind blows Rem’s hair so that it covers her face. "Knives..." Rem says "Rem! I hate YOU! It’s YOUR fault! It’s all YOUR fault!" Knives pulled out his black .45-colt upside down six-shooter. Rem just stood there and continued to smile at him. Knives pulled the trigger. He watched, smiling, as the bullet raced towards Rem. She remained standing there, not moving, still smiling, and not wincing from the pain she knew she was about to experience. Just as the bullet was to hit, Knives’ eyes opened. -Normal- His ice-blue eyes scanned his surrounding area. A small fire was glowing close by. A blond-haired man sat against a rock. ‘Vash?’ he thought. Knives turned his head and looked at Vash. Vash’s head bobbed as drool began to form at the corner of his open mouth. "Donuts... Donuts..." "Idiot." Knives said as he looked for something to throw. "ARG! Give it back! It’s mine!" Knives’ fingers moved about on the ground, soon his fingers fell upon a small pebble. "...do...nuts..." Vash sighed. Knives picked up the pebble. "HA!" he yelled as he threw the pebble at Vash’s head. :: SMACK!:: "OW!" Vash yelled as he grabbed his head. Knives laughed at his idiotic brother who had began to cry like a baby. Vash looked at his brother while still trying to stop the giant bump from being to noticeable. "Who the hell did..." Vash’s eyes grew wide "Knives your awake!" Knives rolled his eyes and glared at Vash. "HEY! Why did you throw a rock at me! That hurt!" Vash moved closer to his brother. "Idiot." Knives mumbled. "Vash... why didn’t you destroy me?" "Well... let’s see..." Vash pondered for only a quick moment. "I DON’T KILL PEOPLE! MAYBE THAT’S WHY?!" Vash smacked his brother in the head. "Dammit what was that for you idiot!?" Knives grabbed at the spot where Vash had hit him. "For being a complete jerk! Ruining my life! Killing people! And killing Rem!" Vash hit him in the head a couple more times. Knives raised an eyebrow. "You mean you still listen to a dead woman?" Vash looked at him "Brother, come on the woman only spoke of peace and harmony, she didn’t know the first thing about living!" Vash stood up and glared at his brother. "You’re wrong Knives!" Knives turned his head over and looked out into the desert. "I am tired of listening to your constant useless babble about a dead woman." Vash could only glare at Knives. "Goodnight brother." was all Vash could manage to say. Vash was angry at Knives but also glad that he was awake. Knives stared into the dark night. Slowly he closed his eyes and fell asleep under the watchful eyes of his brother, Vash the Stampede. To be continued... Ok was this a little better? It was sort of hard to think of something for them to talk about... but hey part 2 is done and now I have to come up with the idea for part 3... yeah! |