Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Compromise ❯ Confirmation ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter completed: 2002.09.17

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Compromise

Chapter 4: Confirmation

Author: Sailorspazz (sailorspazz@yahoo.com)

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Vash slowly opened his eyes, noting with a bit of surprise that the room was not completely dark due to a bit of light seeping in through the drapes. Was it really morning already? Vash must have fallen asleep as soon as he'd crawled into bed the previous night, which was a rare occurrence for him. Usually, he would lie in bed thinking about things that troubled him, sometimes for hours on end. He'd taken notice of the fact that he'd begun sleeping more easily ever since Knives had regained consciousness. Vash originally thought this was due to the fact that the two of them usually wore themselves out with their sexual activities right before they went to sleep. However, they hadn't even done anything the night before, yet Vash still fell asleep quickly. Perhaps just having Knives around was a lot more comforting to him than he'd previously realized. In a world that was forever changing around him, it was consoling to have just that one constant of Knives being by his side. He'd first thought about this possibility way back when he left Knives after shooting him for the first time. Vash had felt devastated by the loss of constant companionship back then. More than once he had considered seeking out Knives and agreeing to do whatever he wanted just so he could be near someone again. Eventually, though, Vash began immersing himself in human culture, and, upon learning how humans viewed the type of relationship he'd shared with Knives, Vash tried to forget all about the years they'd spent together. He became content with the company of humans, but only now that Knives was with him again did he realize just how incomplete he'd felt during their years of separation. He was at the point where he realized he didn't ever want to be separated from Knives again, no matter what his brother did.

Vash propped himself up on one elbow and gazed at his twin's sleeping form. Even though his twin had changed so much since then, Vash still thought Knives looked like the same innocent, vulnerable child he used to be when he slept. Vash smiled. When they were children, he used to wake Knives up by jumping up and down on the bed or tickling him (methods that both often earned him threats of broken bones and knuckle sandwiches). Now that he was more appreciative of the sweetness of the scene before him, he decided he should use a gentler method in awakening his brother. Vash leaned over and gently placed his lips on Knives'. He didn't get any response more than a twitch of Knives' eyebrow, so he tried again, this time kissing Knives for a bit longer. A few seconds in, he heard a noise come from Knives throat, then felt his brother smiling against his lips as he wrapped his arms around Vash's shoulders. Knives opened his eyes as they broke the kiss, smiling softly at Vash. Although Knives had always wished he would, Vash had never woken him up that way before, and he'd enjoyed more than he'd ever imagined possible. Knives pulled Vash down to his lips again, wanting the feeling to continue. Vash didn't resist and the two of them allowed themselves to lie in each other's arms and become completely lost in the love they felt for each other during that moment. There was nothing sexual about it, they just reveled in the feelings of intimacy created by being so close to each other, both in body and mind. It was one of those moments of total perfection.

Of course, nothing perfect can last forever, as the two of them discovered when they heard a knock at the door. Vash practically jumped out of bed at the interruption. "What is it?" he said, trying not to let his feelings of disappointment color his voice.

"It's me," Milly's voice came through the door. "I wasn't sure if you and Mr. Knives were awake, but I came to tell you that breakfast is almost ready."

"OK, thanks." Vash let out a sigh as he turned around to face Knives again, who, not surprisingly, was now scowling. "Well, I guess we'd better get ready. We've got quite a day ahead of us." Knives snorted disdainfully.

The two entered the dining room several minutes later. "Good morning," Milly greeted them cheerfully. "We've got lots of eggs and bacon and toast, so I hope you're both hungry." Knives wordlessly plopped down in the seat across from Meryl, who shivered after sharing a brief moment of eye contact with him. She didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. As an insurance agent, she had learned to spot people who were likely to cause a lot of damage. She had gotten that feeling when she first met Vash (though she later came to understand that most of the time he wasn't at fault), and she got the same vibe from his brother. Of course, from what Vash had told her, she knew that he was more interested in damaging people rather than buildings, which was why she knew she had to be extra careful around him.

Breakfast went pretty much the same as dinner had the night before. Meryl, Milly and Vash had their usual conversations while Knives just sat eating in silence. However, Vash noticed that this time, Knives didn't wolf his meal down in five minutes in order to get away from the table as quickly as possible. He figured Knives must have realized that he'd be spending the entire day with the girls, so he might as well get used to being around them. Vash smiled. Even though he still had concerns over what Knives had been hinting at the night before, he retained his confidence that things would work out for the better.

"So, what exactly are our plans for the day?" Meryl asked during a lull in the conversation. Ms. Organization needed to know her schedule at the earliest available time, after all.

Vash swallowed a bite of eggs. "Well, I thought it might be a good idea to show Knives around the town. You know, let him see the stores and restaurants, maybe talk to a few people." Vash paused, his voice getting a bit quieter. "Oh, and we also need to get him some new clothes."

"Can't he just wear your clothes?" Meryl asked. "Money's pretty tight right now, and we haven't even bought the groceries yet."

"Vash's clothes are too big for me in the waist." Everyone looked at Knives as he calmly took another bite of his toast. Meryl and Milly looked both surprised at the fact that he had finally spoken and amused at what he had said, while Vash's face lit up in a blush.

"Oh, I see." Meryl paused to do some mental calculations, trying not to snicker. "Well, I suppose we could buy a few things for him. We'll just have to watch our spending in other areas," Meryl said, looking at Vash. He pouted, knowing this meant a donut reduction for him.

As Meryl and Milly began to clear the table, Vash leaned in close to Knives. "So, you've finally decided to speak, dear brother?" he asked, feeling happy that Knives had finally said something, yet a bit peeved at what he had actually said.

~Isn't that what you wanted?~ Knives answered mentally.

Vash rolled his eyes. ~Listen, I'm glad you finally said something, but was it really necessary to embarrass me?~

~All you told me yesterday was to not threaten or insult your humans. As far as I know, insulting you is well within the boundaries.~

~Well, I'd appreciate it if you would try to speak about positive things for the rest of the day. I really want you to be able to get along with the girls, okay?~

~You're not the boss of me. I'll do and say whatever I damn well please.~ With that, Knives got up from the table and went to go sit in the living room.

Vash sighed and entered the kitchen to help Meryl and Milly clean up. As he began washing dishes, Milly turned to him. "I'm so glad your brother is finally opening up to us, Mr. Vash."

Vash looked down into the sink. "Well, I wouldn't exactly say he's opening up just yet. He only said something earlier because...because he..."

"Because he subtly wanted to suggest you should lay off the donuts a bit?" Meryl finished with a sly grin on her face. The girls both looked like they were about to start laughing as Vash's face turned red again.

"Hey, you saw Knives, he's way too skinny! It's not like it's my problem..." Vash noticed both of their shoulders shaking with laughter and threw up his hands in defeat.

Vash entered the living room after he finished helping with the kitchen clean up. He found Knives sitting on the couch. "Well, after the girls finish getting ready, we'll be heading off. Do you think you're ready to deal with a town full of people?"

"Do I have any choice?" Knives muttered through clenched teeth. "I'm being forced to do this against my will so--" Knives abruptly cut off his sentence as Meryl and Milly entered the room, finishing his thought telepathically, ~...whether I'm ready or not doesn't really matter, now does it?~

~Despite how you feel, you'd better behave yourself, got it Knives?~ Knives glared in response to Vash's mental threat, while Vash turned to the girls with a smile. "Ready to go?" Meryl and Milly nodded, heading for the door. Vash had to tug on Knives a bit to move him from the couch. "Come on, Knives, don't be a baby."

Knives raised an eyebrow. "Kind of hypocritical for someone who always has to have his own way to be calling someone else a baby, isn't it?" Vash said nothing as Knives finally began moving under his own power and walked out the door with him.

Knives blinked to adjust his vision as he was hit with the full brightness of the twin suns for the first time in over a week. Meryl and Milly were waiting a few feel from the porch. "What took you guys so long? I thought you were coming out right after us." Meryl asked.

"Knives and I had to have a little...brotherly chat. But everything's fine now, right Knives?" Knives turned his head away from Vash, who sighed. "Anyway, let's get going, shall we?" The foursome began heading towards the market area of the small town. As Meryl and Milly happily chatted together as they walked, Vash was getting nervous at the fact that he noticed Knives was noticeably extremely tense. He shot deadly glares at anyone who dared to make eye contact with him.

~Why do all these vermin keep staring at me?~ Knives asked, freezing an old woman in her tracks with the iciness he exuded.

~This is a small town. People are curious whenever they see a newcomer, especially if that newcomer just so happens to look almost exactly like the man they know to be Vash the Stampede.~ Vash took Knives' balled up fist into his own hand. ~Just relax a bit, once they've gotten used to the sight of you, they probably won't stare anymore.~ Knives seemed to calm a bit at the feeling of Vash's hand on his. He released his fist and entwined his fingers with Vash's. Vash gave his hand one final squeeze before letting go. Though the townspeople would get used to seeing Knives around, seeing two nearly identical men holding hands as they walked down the street would invite a whole new round of gawking.

After a short walk, they reached the center of the town. It was an open area surrounded by buildings that housed many different kinds of shops. In the middle were booths that were used as produce stands, confectionary shops, or places where people sold homemade knick-knacks. As it was a day that many people had off, the area was bustling with life as people darted back and forth, shopping for groceries or buying gifts. Others stood around catching up with friends, trying to avoid being hit by the dodge ball several children were throwing around. Vash could practically feel the disgust Knives was teeming with, and gave his brother's hand another reassuring squeeze. He turned to Meryl and Milly. "Well, since you two know your way around town better than I do, do you know any good places where we can buy Knives some clothes?"

Milly looked deep in thought for a moment, pressing a finger to her lips. "How about Mr. Norman's store? I got my favorite kind of jacket there for a really cheap price."

"Cheap is good," Meryl said as they all followed Milly into one of the buildings surrounding the market area. Every building in town--and most of the buildings on the planet, for that matter--looked pretty much the same, being made of the same shade of rickety, old wood. The inside of the store, as one would expect, was lined with racks of clothing, ranging from pajamas to formal wear. Behind the counter was a middle-aged man.

"Hi, Mr. Norman!" Milly said as she waved.

The man at the counter looked up from the receipts he was totaling. "Oh, hello, Ms. Thompson. How are you doing today?"

"Just great, thank you."

"Well, what can I do for you today? Do you need another new jacket?"

"Oh, no, Mr. Norman, I'm not here shopping for myself today. It's a friend who needs some clothes." Milly indicated the two brothers. "I'm sure you've heard about Mr. Vash, and right next to him is his brother, Mr. Knives. He's the one we're shopping for."

"Oh, well, pleased to meet you both." He held out his hand and Vash took it in a firm handshake. When he made the same offer to Knives, Vash jumped in front of him before Knives could do anything.

"Eh heh heh, my brother's a little shy, so I wouldn't do anything to...provoke him."

The man didn't exactly understand how a friendly handshake could be provoking, but he withdrew his hand, anyway. This was the brother of Vash the Stampede, after all; there was no telling what kind of trouble he could cause. "Well, anyway, I'm going to need to take your measurements so the clothes will fit properly."

Knives looked horrified. A human...touching him? The very idea made him sick to his stomach, but a warning glance from Vash made him keep his mouth shut.

After a couple minutes of Knives looking like he wanted to die, the storeowner had taken his measurements and told him what sizes he needed to look for. The foursome went around the store, searching high and low for things for Knives to wear. Milly and Meryl picked out quite a few outfits, Vash picked out a few as well, and Knives even picked out a couple for himself. Since sizes can sometimes vary depending on who made them, the shop owner told them, he recommended that Knives try everything on before buying anything. He showed Vash and Knives to a small dressing room in the back of the store, while Meryl and Milly decided to go talk to some friends outside until Knives was ready. Vash stood just outside the dressing room, only moving whenever Knives called him in to see the next outfit.

Vash yawned. Knives had been trying things on for nearly a half an hour, and he was getting bored. All he had been doing was looking in at each new outfit and making short comments such as, "Looks good," or "I don't think that color suits you." Since he didn't really care about what he wore, Knives was going completely by Vash's advice; everything Vash didn't like ended up in a pile on the floor.

~Vash.~

He heard Knives' mental summoning again and peeked in through the curtain. "Looks good," he commented. "Hey, how many more things do you have left to try on, anyway?"

~As a matter of fact, I only have one thing left.~ Vash looked relieved and closed the curtain again. A couple minutes later, he heard Knives' voice in his head again. ~Oh, Vaa-aash.~ The cheerful quality of Knives voice made Vash a bit curious as he moved to open the curtain again. As he neared it, however, he found Knives' hand shooting out and grabbing him, pulling him all the way in.

"What do you think you're doing, Knives?! Why did--" Vash found himself unable to finish his own sentence, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping nearly to the floor as he got a good look at Knives.

Before him stood his twin, clad in the tightest black leather jeans Vash had ever seen. He wore them with the top button undone, and paired them with a matching open leather vest, the outfit exposing the contours of his lean, muscular body. He finished the ensemble with heavy black boots, a choker necklace, and dark, slick looking sunglasses. He ran a hand through his hair and lowered his shades, looking Vash in the eye. "Do you think this suits me, Vash?" he purred softly.

Vash was still having trouble forming coherent thoughts, let alone capable of speech. He had always thought Knives had a better body than him, and that he had grown into his height better, as well . Where Vash was lanky and awkward, Knives was smooth and graceful. Now he found himself thinking that Knives was just outright sexy as hell. He decided to attempt speech again. "You look...just...uh, wow." So much for coherency.

Even though his brother was unable to put it into words, Knives got Vash's message loud and clear. "I'm glad you like it." He ran a finger down Vash's chest. "Everything I do is to please you."

Vash was beginning to get some very clear signals from Knives, as well, most notably the growing lump in his leather pants. "Knives, no, we shouldn't do this here..."

"Why not?" Knives whispered, pressing his body against Vash's and running his tongue along his neck. "No one's going to come back here."

Vash was tempted to agree with both him and the bulge forming in his own pants, but his mind wouldn't let him. He had principles, dammit! Vash gently pushed Knives away so he was standing at arm's length. He knew he would have to be firm; Knives wasn't one who gave up easily. "Knives, we just can't do this. No way, nuh uh, not gonna happen. Not until cats fly, the planet floods with oceans, and hell freezes over, okay?"

"You're wrong, Vash," Knives whispered, getting close to Vash again and pressing him against the wall with his body. "Not only can we do this, but we're going to." Before Vash could say anything, Knives took his mouth in a tender, passionate kiss. He ran his hands slowly up and down Vash's arms in a sensual manner as he began to grind his hips against his twin's.

Vash knew there was no way out at this point. Once again, he was fully aware of the fact that Knives was trying to seduce and manipulate him, yet his feelings and his body wouldn't allow him to prevent it from happening. "Fuck," he whispered in defeat.

Knives grinned devilishly. "Was that meant to be an expletive or a request?" Vash simply moaned in response, grinding his hips against Knives in kind. Knives' hands traveled down Vash front, stopping at the top of his pants. With a few swift movements, Vash's pants and underwear were on the floor. Knives pulled his own pants down around his knees and sat down on the low stool in the dressing room, indicating for Vash to come sit on his lap. Vash did so, facing towards Knives. Knives took Vash's legs and placed them over his own shoulders. Vash wrapped his arms around Knives neck for support as he felt Knives slowly entering him. As Knives bounced Vash up and down on his lap, the two tried to make as little noise as possible; the squeaking of the stool and the faint sounds of slapping skin may have been loud enough to draw attention to them as it was. They didn't have to worry for too long, however, as Knives came rather quickly due to the excitement of the situation. Knives could see that Vash was still obviously in need of physical release. He stayed seated on the stool and had Vash stand up in front of him, taking his penis into his mouth. Vash let out a gasp, then quickly covered his mouth with his hand. As Knives slickly worked him with his mouth and tongue, Vash clutched Knives hair and tossed his head back, biting his lip to the point where it bled. Finally, Vash released himself into Knives' mouth, and the two of them quickly got dressed again. Knives grinned. "Well, Vash, I guess it must be mighty cold in hell right now."

Vash glared. "Well, I guess you'll find out when you get there." He heard Knives laugh as he left the dressing room to wait for his brother to gather up the clothes he was going to buy. Vash found himself feeling angry. He was angry with himself and he was angry with Knives. He couldn't believe Knives had made him have sex in a dressing room like some cheap whore. He was uncomfortable with the fact that Knives could seduce him so easily. If he could get Vash to have sex at anytime and in any location, he could only imagine what else Knives might be able to make him do.

Knives exited the dressing room and he and Vash headed to the counter. Vash quickly peeked outside to call Meryl and Milly, as they were the ones who were paying. Knives ended up getting a few pairs of pants and a couple of shirts. He didn't buy the leather outfit, as he knew Vash probably wouldn't let him get it because not only could they not afford it, but he was also sure that Vash wouldn't want to explain exactly how they planned on using it to the girls.

As they were leaving the store, Meryl noticed something as she looked at Vash and Knives. "Hey, what happened to your lips?"

"Chapped lips," they answered simultaneously. They looked at each other. They hadn't been sure if Meryl had been referring to Vash's bleeding lips or the fact that Knives was licking the taste of Vash off his mouth.

Meryl sweatdropped a bit. "I see..."

Milly turned around to face the others. "So, what do you guys want to do now?"

"I'm a bit hungry," Vash said, his stomach conveniently growling for emphasis.

"Well, there's a pretty good cafe just a few buildings down," Meryl said, pointing.

"Is that all right with you, Knives?" Vash asked. As there were humans around and he couldn't think of an answer that would embarrass Vash, Knives stayed silent. Vash sighed. "Okay, let's go."

As they walked down the dusty street, Vash and Knives hung behind the girls a bit. ~Why did you do that, Knives?~

~Do what?~

~You know damn well what I'm talking about.~

Knives closed his eyes and smirked. ~I felt like having some fun. Plus, I wanted to...confirm something.~

Vash narrowed his eyes. ~What the hell is that supposed to mean?~

~I wonder...~

As they entered the restaurant and sat down with their menus, Vash took a couple deep breaths to tone down his anger. ~Listen, I really wish you would take my feelings into consideration a bit more. Doing what we just did made me feel so cheap and...and...~

~Dirty?~ Knives cooed. It was the word Vash had been thinking of, but Knives was using it in a much more positive light, sending pleasurable shivers all throughout Vash's body.

~Stop that,~ Vash said firmly. ~Don't even think of trying something while we're here in the restaurant, especially with Meryl and Milly here. You're not getting anything until we get back home.~

~If that's the case, I want to go home now.~ A waiter came and took their orders.

~Well, we're not leaving yet. After this, we've still got to go grocery shopping.~

~To hell with that. I've had enough of being around humans today. I'd had enough at the moment we were interrupted this morning. All I want is to just go home and stay with you in bed for the rest of the day. Doesn't that sound like a better idea than hanging around in public where you don't want me to do anything?~

~No matter how good that sounds, we still have to--~

"Mr. Vash, is something wrong? You've been awfully quiet. And aren't you going to eat your food?" Milly asked, interrupting the telepathic conversation she didn't know was occurring. Vash had been so engrossed in his conversation with Knives that he hadn't even noticed the food arriving.

"Oh, I'm fine. I was just...thinking about things, that's all." Milly shrugged and went back to talking with Meryl.

~That's the second time today she's interrupted us, which is all the more reason we should get home before they do so we'll have some time alone.~

~Knives, we're staying. That's final.~ Vash took a bite of his sandwich, hoping the conversation would end there.

~We'll see about that,~ Knives retorted in that mischievous manner that made Vash nervous.

After a couple minutes of Knives not doing anything, Vash became comfortable, chatting merrily with the girls and enjoying his lunch. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he found himself thinking about having sex with Knives. No matter how hard he tried to get the images out of his head, he found he could think of nothing else. He quickly realized what was happening: Knives was attempting to have telepathic sex with him. He looked over to his brother, who was not-so-innocently sucking on a straw. ~Knives, knock it off.~

~Oh, but this is so much fun, dear brother. I can't help but wonder how long you'll be able to hold out.~ Knives traded the straw in his mouth for a hot dog.

Vash peeled his eyes away from that erotic sight and looked back to Meryl and Milly. It was hard to keep his mind on the conversation, though, as Knives had now added audio to the sexual picture show he was transmitting. Vash shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he found himself becoming more and more aroused by Knives' antics. Finally, he just couldn't take it anymore. ~Bastard,~ he said to Knives, before turning to the girls with an apologetic smile. "You know, maybe there's something wrong with the food, because I suddenly don't feel so good. I'm sorry to leave you two to do all the grocery shopping, but I really think it's best if I go home right now."

Meryl put a hand on Vash's arm, looking concerned. "Are you going to be all right? Do you need someone to walk back with you?"

"Knives will make sure I get home in one piece. Once again, I'm really sorry."

"Well, what's most important is for you to get better. Be careful, Vash..."

"I will. See you later."

As the two left the restaurant, Knives shook his head in amusement. ~That short one's really got it bad for you. She was just itching for you to ask her to walk home with you. And did you notice how she didn't even use an honorific with your name? Showing such disrespect to a superior being just demonstrates how much she wishes you were on the same level with her. Stupid human...~

"I would appreciate it if you didn't make a mockery of my friends' feelings," Vash ground out, angry, yet still undeniably aroused. "Really, do other people's feelings mean anything to you?"

~Do my feelings mean anything to you? Because there's your answer.~

Vash was confused. He knew that, of course, other people's feelings meant nothing to Knives. So why was Knives equating that with Vash not caring about his feelings? Vash really didn't dwell on it too much, as the biggest thing on his mind at the moment was sex. Knives had made sure of that.

Both of them took advantage of their height, using their long legs to propel them quickly down the road leading to their house. As soon as they got inside the door, they were all over each other. They barely made it to the bedroom before the clothes started flying off. Without any loving caresses or tender kisses, they two of them went straight to the bed. This routine was quite familiar to them. Back when they were younger, they argued almost all the time and often ended up having angry sex with each other just as they were doing now. Since sex was so closely tied with their emotions, it didn't really feel as good as when they made love when they weren't angry, but they still had considered it a better alternative to continuing their endless arguments. Of course, ending arguments this way meant they never actually resolved anything, but at the time they frankly hadn't cared. As things were between them now, they didn't seem to argue enough for this to become a problem again, but they could both see how it could easily happen if they didn't learn to keep getting along the way they had recently.

"So Vash, you ready?" Knives was now naked and sitting straddled on top of Vash, who was lying prone on the bed.

"Yes..."

Knives grinned, remembering a "game" he used to play with Vash where he would tease him to the point where he begged Knives for sex. He began lightly stroking Vash's penis. "Do you want it?"

"Yes."

"Badly?"

"Yes!"

Knives ceased his stroking, causing Vash to whimper. "How badly do you want it?"

"Knives, please...please, just take me..."

Knives smirked. So, Vash thought he knew how things were going to go, huh? Well, Knives would just have to prove him wrong. He moved himself up further on Vash's lap, positioning himself over his brother's penis. He slowly lowered himself down as Vash raised his hips a bit to help with the entrance. Once he felt Vash securely inside him, Knives began to move up and down on Vash's lap, his brother moaning delightfully beneath him.

Several minutes later, Knives laid down next to his brother on the bed, kissing him softly on the lips. Knives was satisfied with the outcomes of his various experiments that day. He had already reached a conclusion that was pleasing to him. Now, all that was left was for Vash to realize the same thing. His brother seemed confused, but Knives was trying to give him hints, and he was sure Vash would get his message eventually. He wrapped his arms around Vash, nuzzling his neck. 'Soon, dear brother,' he thought to himself. 'Soon you'll realize what I've been trying to show you. And when that moment comes, everything will finally be perfect. We can finally have Our Eden...'

To be continued...

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Spazz: Waaah, that was a lengthy chapter. But at least I finished it before...

Knives: Before what?

Spazz: Uhh, before I leave on a trip...again. That's right, for the third chapter in a row, I'm finishing a chapter right before I leave the state on an outing.

Knives: Well, at least Ms. Hopeless Procrastinator has found some motivation to work on this fic.

Spazz: Well, I'll have to find a new motivation soon. I won't be going on all these trips when school starts in two weeks *Laughs hysterically at all the people who are in school already*

Knives: Can't those same people turn around and laugh at you at the end of the year when they get out weeks before you do?

Spazz: Quiet! I'm hoping they'll forget by then ^_^;; Anyway, now for the preview: In the next chapter of Compromise: Uhh, sex? Probably. And hey, let's throw in some alcohol and flashbacks, while we're at it.

Knives: And human bashing!

Spazz: Uhh, sure, whatever. Anyway, see ya next time!

Knives: And don't forget, it's not you, it's me...not liking you.