Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Circle of Fear ❯ The Fear Love Brings ( Chapter 2 )

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Wolfwood stared blankly at the man, the words turning over in his head and making his stomach flop.

"...Master Knives?"

"It's good to know that you've learned to respond with respect to your superior."

Wolfwood opened his mouth to deliver a cutting reply when two gloved fingers softly pressed against his lips. "Ssh. Listen." He said, gesturing to the band onstage.

Wolfwood turned in his seat, staring in almost disbelief at the man onstage. Knives, he may not have recognized. But despite the fact that his hair was now bright blue in color, he would have known the tall lanky body anywhere. Covered in a black body suit, that was composed of straps upon straps upon straps. Wolfwood imagined that he creaked when he moved, since the leather still held it's shine, and looked relatively new. He smiled at the seductive way that he leant up against the mike stand. The main difference was the fact that he seemed to practically ooze sex. Wolfwood would have continued the thought further, but black painted lips moved closer to the microphone, and all of a sudden he was lost in a sea of words.

"I know it hurts too much,

I know that you're scared,

I know you're running out of trust,

And wishing you were dead.

But in your misery,

you're not alone,

so come share your tears with me,

and witness it all go wrong.

I know it and I feel it,

just as well as you do, Honey.

It's not our fault if death's in love with us oh oh,

it's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts.

41+66.6 = our loss.

We're breathing only to fade away,

we're running just to get caught.

What love's lies blessed.

What love's light cursed.

Just fear for the best,

and hope for our worst.

I know it and I feel it,

just as well as you do, Honey.

It's not our fault if death's in love with us oh oh,

it's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts.

Death's in love with us oh oh,

the Reaper holds our hearts oh oh,

Death's in love with us oh oh,

and the Reaper holds our hearts.

I know it and I feel it,

just as well as you do, Honey.

It's not our fault if death's in love with us oh oh,

it's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts...."

Wolfwood sat still for a long second. Staring at Vash as if he thought if took his eyes off him for a second he'd disappear for forever. But Knives's voice tore him away from his shock at seeing someone so dear that he hadn't seen in so long...long enough as though it felt like an eternity.

"He wrote that for you really, I say it doesn't make sense...being a couple song and all...actually, he never would tell me if you two ever were a couple..." Knives seemed calm, as if meeting up with Wolfwood and discussing Vash's feelings for him happened daily.

"Uhm, no. We weren't." Wolfwood lied, still afraid of what Knives could do to him, undead or not. He knew what an obsessive bastard Knives could be, if provoked. And that, always seemed to be a hot button issue with Knives, touching Vash that is. As Wolfwood put it when he had scolded the children at the orphanage, that was "a definite no-no".

Knives nodded. "I see..."

"Why do you ask?"

"Did you ever have any feelings for my brother?"

Wolfwood sighed, "Yes."

"Do you have feelings for my brother?"

"Always the straightforward one, aren't we?" Wolfwood thought. "Yes, I do."

"After all those years?"

"After all those years."

"Have you been with another."

"No, not since Va-..." Wolfwood trailed off...cursing himself for giving himself away so easily.

"AHA!" Knives stated triumphantly. "I KNEW it....You lied to me."

"Yeah. I did." Wolfwood half expected half the people in the club to converge and rip him limb from limb, not that would have made any difference mind you. Unless someone got the bright idea to set him aflame.

"Why?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because maybe you're lying about feeling anything for my brother."

Wolfwood's head snapped up. Vash and Church. Those had been the things he missed most. The urge to slap Knives was almost unbearable. Wolfwood tromped the feeling down mentally before replying, "Whatever you want to think. He knows how I feel." he frowned slightly and crossed his arms.

Knives nodded. "Why don't we ask him?"

Wolfwood stared, "What's with this 'we' shit? Do you have a little person in your pocket or somethin--"

"Hey Knives!" The voice was breathless but familiar. Wolfwood fought the urge to turn and instead stood, moving as fast as he could, running away again...

Songs Featured:

"Death is in Love With Us" ~ His Infernal Majesty