Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ A Fighter's Spirit ❯ Nothing Short of Torture ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Trigun, nor do I know anything in general, so don't hurt me! Take your anger out on my muse! He's to blame!

Yoko Kurama: Nani? I'm just an innocent bystander; I had nothing to do with this fic at all.

Author's Note: So, how'd you like the last chapter? Did you love it? Hate it? Not finish because you lost interest? Well, cheer up, I promise this chapter is longer, better written, and quite a bit more interesting. Oh, and you may notice a bit of a jump between the chapters, but don't worry, it's intentional.

And in case you couldn't guess, this is about a week later and she's preparing breakfast for everyone. Sorry, on to the chapter. ^^

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Chapter 3: Nothing Short of Torture

Tira looked up abruptly from the food she's been preparing for breakfast. She suddenly had an eerie feeling course through her. Her blood ran cold, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She could feel eyes leering at her, watching her every move. She placed the knife she was using to cut an orange down.

The sound of footsteps reached her ears; and someone's loud breathing. Before she was able to turn around, she felt a strong hand touch her cheek; it turned her head to the side. She came face to face with a tassel haired Knives.

His sky blue eyes were narrowed as if in suspicion, they flickered. A callous smirk lingered on his face; it sent a chill up her spine.

"Knives?" her voice faltered.

His smirk widened.

He abruptly drew her close to him, catching her off guard. He pressed his hips sharply into hers, she screamed. She tried desperately to free herself from his grip, except he held her arms too tightly. Each time she would struggle, he would only pull her harder. She could feel his fingers digging deeper and deeper into her flesh every time she moved.

Knives cast her backwards into the kitchen counter. While the counter top dug itself into her back, he ground himself into the front of her. He moved his hands to her shoulders and shoved her roughly into the cabinets.

"Knives!" she gasped, struggling against his hold. "What do you think you're doing?!"

He silenced her with a kiss. He bit her lower lip; he could feel her thrashing about, now more than ever, against him.

She reached her hand out, searching for something to defend herself with. Her hand bumped the handle of the knife on the counter. It spun once in place before Tira was able to grasp it.

Unfortunately, Knives was much quicker than she was. He snatched it out of her hand and pulled it away. He slowly released her lips.

"I don't think so," he taunted, using his free hand to wave the knife in her face.

Tira let out a whimper.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried, finally daring to look him in the eye.

"It's very simple," Knives replied, smiling coldly. "Even ones such as I have urges; strong urges that cannot be satisfied by looking alone."

Knives used the blade to brush a piece of hair out of Tira's pale face. He could plainly see the fear in her eyes; he found it difficult not to grin.

She looked deeply into his eyes, expecting for somewhat of an explanation to be found within them, but they were cold and detached.

"Please stop it," Tira pleaded with him. "I ask you, please let go of me."

He gently rubbed his thumb against her cheek. He moved as though to kiss her again, but stopped just short.

"On second thought," he said, pulling away from her, "this can wait."

He slowly backed away from her, letting the knife fall to the floor. He walked out of the room, laughing to himself.

Tira stared after him, barely able to breathe. She let out a dry sob and slid down to the floor. She began to cry without restraint.

The knife lie on the floor, just a few inches from her. It gleamed in the early morning light.

Vash watched her cry from the doorway, questioning what he had just witnessed.

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Ha! I finally got around to writing the third chapter! I was on vacation, don't blame me. So what did you think? I know this fic is moving a bit fast, but as you can see, Knives has no self restraint, ne? I hope to post the next chapter soon, that is, IF I get good reviews! Ja matte ne!

Kawaii Youko ^_~