Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Do You Love Me ❯ Do You Love Me ( One-Shot )

Do You Love Me?

By: Authoress K. C.

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Uhm..... Bad.... Bad me! *pokes at all six of her muses* You're all evil little fluff balls! HANTAIIIIII! *glares at them* Fine. Incest yaoiness.... Probably bad OOC.... Lots and LOTS of AU. Gee, what a surprise there. Bad muses! BAD! *wails as they make her write on* Enjoy Minna!!!!!!!

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He's out there waiting for me. My love. And he's with THEM. The humans. Because of them, he is sad, and for that reason, I will get rid of them all. I want him happy. If they make him sad, I'll get rid of them, and then he won't be sad anymore, he'll be happy. Thats all that I want.

My love tries so hard to be like them, the humans. He tries, but he can't be. He will never die. He will watch them grow old, he will watch them suffer and then he will see them die, and then, he will know I was right. Humans will make his unhappy, and I just cannot allow it. I can't.

He lives with them, oblivious, or seemingly so, to that one girl-human, Milly I think, she loves him. As much as a fickle human can love, and he never acknoledges it. Of course, she could never bear him a child. It would kill her, human bodies couldn't take it. And she is only human. Filthy and flawed.

He isn't perfect though. No, not quite as good as he wants to believe he is. He won't take life, but he isn't pure goodness. I see his imperfections clearly. He only has a few, but they darken his whole aspect. He isn't perfect, but he's close to it that he believes he is.

He hates me. I see it through my human arm, with which I streach my hand out, and touch him. I see him, the hatred through the golden eyes I borrow. I see his hatred for me. But he doesn't really hate me, he hates the symbol of me. My human arm. He hates my habits. He hates what it is I DO. But my love, he could never hate me.

And he dwells in the spiders web. My beautiful social butterfly. I must kill the spider to save the butterfly. My love, he would free the butterfly, give the spider one look and leave it to rebuild, believing he has done good in letting both live. But later, the butterfly would get caught again and be killed by the spider. And he has inadvertantly killed the butterfly by letting that spider live.

I kill the spider, and let the butterfly live without fear of being snared once more. That is my goal. Kill the humans so that my love will be happy.

And the one thing I hate the most, is the one thing that brings him a measure of joy.

Chapel. Wolfwood. Nicholas.

All these names point to the traitor I let loose to find him and bring me my love. He now professes to love him, and he preaches well. But, in your book, doesn't it tell you that you are a wrong? It does. Romans chapter one, verses 26 and 27.*

How holy are you really, Mr. Priest. You are a wrong unto yourself, unto your book. And you say you love him. You must have read that passage, you must know what it says, but you must also disregard it. I too must disregard it, but then, it doesn't apply to me, or to my love. We will never die, so it doesn't matter.

I hate you, Chapel. You have my love, and I want him. I want him back! I want him like I want air. I need him to be all right. I need him. And you have him and I hate you the most. More than other humans, more than my human arm. Unlike you, though, I have some measure of appriciation for my human arm. He has never failed me. I gave him a small measure of honor, I gave him a part of my love.

My love... My love. MY love. Not yours! Damn you, Chapel! You know how much I want him.

"Master. We've found him again."

Have you. Have you really. Then why are you still here? LEAVE!

My human arm doesn't flinch, he only turns those cold, dead golden eyes away, blue hair flicking about his straight shoulders. I'm coming for you. My love.

Chapel.... I know you hear me. I'm coming for him. I'll have my love, and I'll make him happy.

Obsessive bastard! Stay out of my head!

I swear, I hate you more and more each day. Only you can block me out like that. Obsessive? Me? No, no. Never. I am Millions Knives. I do not obsess. I've never been obsessed with anything in my life. I'm motivated. I'm focused, but I do not obsess. Millions Knives just doesn't obsess. He just doesn't, its not his nature.

How holy are you, Mr. Priest, when your book tells you that you are a wrong. How holy are you really.

I can feel him screaming. I leave him alone. I don't want to kill him, as much as I hate him. He makes my love happy, in a way. He could never make him happy like I can, but he gives him comfort. If my love were to come here, and bring Chapel with him, I wouldn't hurt him. Because that would make my love unhappy. And I just can't have that.

"Master! The phone's for you! They won't give us their name!"

Give it too me then, you fool!

I hold out my hand, sitting up amidst my cyan blue sheets. The hand comes in the cyan blue gauzey curtains and I take the phone carefully, even though I wear gloves. I won't touch human skin. Its not becoming to be soiled by it. I hold the phone to my ear and actually have to use my voice.

"Moshimoshi."

"What did you *munch munch* Do to Nicholas?!"

It's my love!!!! My love is calling me!!!

"Vash! Vash!"

I cradle the phone too me and bounce. I know this isn't like me, but I can't help it. As I want him happy, he makes me giddy.

"Yeah, what did you do to Nicholas!?"

"Nothing! I asked him a question, and thats all. Vash...."

I lay back, the rustling of my sheets a warm sound. I stroke the blue fabric, seeing his eyes. His cyan blue gaze.

"Vash.... I've missed you, Vash."

"Yeah, sure."

"Now Vash! I have missed you! You know I love you! I always miss you!"

"And? *munch*"

I hear him eatting. Its a comforting sound. I smile and resolve quickly to send him a care package soon. I hear him eatting then a lamenting whine and a huff of discontent. Soon. that care package cannot wait. I'd bet money he just finished his last doughnut.

"I want you to come see me. I really do. I'd even let you bring...... Wolfwood."

"You were gonna call him Chapel."

"I was. But, I know you don't like it, so I stopped and corrected myself, just for you. To make you happy. You know thats what I want for you, Vash. My Vash."

I hold the phone to me gently, hoping, hoping. This isn't like me, but I miss him all the time. It angers me that he hates what I do so much, because I do it for him.

"Well..... Hold on."

I wait while he puts the phone down, I hear it touch the table or whatever he sat it on. I hear murmurs and a sharp yelp and then quick cries of Chapel. Finally they die to pained murmurs. The phone is lifted.

"Nicholas doesn't like the idea..."

"Really? Gee, I wonder WHY, Vash!? Maybe because he hates me?"

"Oh. Well.... You won't hurt him? Really?"

"Of course not! I've got Legato on the way anyhow. I can tell him to pick you up, and bring you here, and not to touch you at all. Of course, I'd be watching. If he touched you, I'd tear his mind apart."

"Tell him then. We'll be waiting for him outside."

"Of course! See you very soon, Vash! Vash!"

The phone clicks and I toss it from the bed, hearing it skitter across the floor. I smile and contact Legato. My human arm.

Legato! Change of plans. You're to pick up Vash and Chapel. Don't touch them or I'll kill you. They'll be waiting for you. Just bring them here too me. I don't want you to touch them at all. Just bring them home.

Yes Master.

He's very obediant. I smile and lay back, pulling my blankets around me. I open the curtains and Midvalley is picking up the phone silently. I glare at the man.

"Get that out of here, and bring me one wooden chair, and then start on a care package, a thing with as many varieties of doughnuts as you can. And make it large. As big as you can. A large box full. I have company coming. Now get out!"

He scurries out, the door closing behind him. I lay back, the curtains swinging closed behind me. My love is coming!

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"Master. He's here."

"Send him in. And then leave."

"Yes, Master."

I sit up, parting the curtains to veiw him unobstructed. He's as lovely as ever he was. His glorious blonde spikes, long comical red coat. He moves for the chair but I have to stop him.

"No. Thats for Nicholas. Sit here."

I pat the bed gently, smiling. Nicholas is twitching nervously and smoking like a chimney. I must put an end to that at least.

"....Nicholas. Ciggarette."

"Oh!"

He puts it out hurridly, sitting on the very edge of the chair, still twitching nervously. I suppose its to be expected. It doesn't matter. I look at my love, sitting on the bed with me. I smile.

"It's good to see you again, Vash. Vash...."

I sigh, and I prop my head in my hand, admirng him. There's a timid knocking.

"Yes?"

"Master. I brought something for the guests..."

"Then bring it in!"

I growl, and lean towards the door, eyes narrowed. Midvalley walks in wincing. I'm molesting his mind, and he knows why. He disturbed me.

"Here is something to- Chapel?!"

He set the tray down before he ever looks up to see the 'guests'. His face blooms into a smile and I leave off his mind. I have a plan of my own.

"Now Midvalley. Vash doesn't like that name. What do you call him?"

"Uhm... Wolfwood!! Nicholas D. Wolfwood! You're here?!"

I nod. Good human. I smile. I know Vash can tell what I'm planning, but this is my compound. He can't do much about it.

"Nicholas.... Why don't you go with Midvalley. I'm sure you two have lots to catch up on. You human's like to talk about what you've done. Go on. Midvalley, no leaving the compound. Keep him in the compound."

"Yes Master! C'mon Wolfwood!"

"G'wan. It's okay. He promised me he wouldn't let you be hurt."

"All right. I'm coming, Midvalley..."

I watch him leave and then I smile brightly and close the curtains, leaning towards my love.

"Vash.... Vash, I've missed you..."

I lean forwards and kiss his cheek gently and he pulls away, staring at me.

"No. We can't. It will hurt Nicho-chan. I can't do that too him."

"Phft. Human's are fickle and unfaithful. He won't care. Vash, I don't get to see you often enough..."

I lean forwards and kiss the corner of his mouth, then pull away to stare into those deep cyan blue eyes. He looks back at me and I put my hands on his shoulders.

"Vash....."

He sighs and I know he's giving in. He always does. I trace his face with my fingers. This isn't like me, this gentleness. I sit back, still covered by my blankets. I've not left the bed all day. No point today. I tug my gloves off and toss them away. The only other time these leave my hands it to touch the arm I gave my human.

I run my hands into his hair, pulling down those glorious spikes, letting his hair spill over my hands and wrists. Its soft. I pull his lips to mine, and I kiss him slowly, gently. Finally his hands touch my sides and he kisses me back. I pull back gently and purr, leaning my head to the side.

"Vash....."

He looks at me and I push him back, spilling over his chest, over that red coat that can look so comical. I start unbuttoning it and he helps me get it off him. I laugh a little at the white shirt below. The only white I ever see is my own clothes. As it is I'm wearing a pair of loose white pants and a white shirt like this one.

I pull the white shirt over his head, and toss it and the coat out of the way. I think they landed on the floor. I trace the broad chest before me and then lean down, kissing him again. He kisses me back, our mouthes opening, tounges batting at each other gently. Lovingly.

I pull away, kissing the corner of his mouth, before moving my mouth down to his chest, tasting his skin. I missed his taste. I flick my tounge over his chest, teasing his nipples for a moment, before I sit up and look at his pants in irritation.

"We've got to get these off."

He just chuckles lowly and flings them away in one graceful shimmy. I smile and wriggle out of my loose pajama pants, flinging them away as well. I lay along his side, resting against his chest lovingly. He wraps an arm around my body and holds me loosely. We share sweet little kisses, nipping and licking at each others mouthes. Then I lean up and kiss him deeply, flinging one leg over his body, rolling myself over him.

He breaks the kiss to stare up at me. I move my hips over his and roll them against him, making him buck up against me. His eyes have become dark. They aren't cyan now, they've become a sort of cerulian-teal colour with desire. At any rate, they've darkened. I roll my hips against him again and again, and every time, he moans and bucks against me, both our bodies in connection, arousing one another.

I suddenly pull my body away, just out of reach and he moans in dissapointment.

"Vash..... Vash, do you love me?"

I have to ask him seriously this time. Normally, I don't ask seriously, normally I tease him, but give it too him no matter what his answer.

"Nnngh...."

"Vash....."

He knows I'm serious when I stare at him this time. I love him. And he always knows it. And look at what I do to him! I know he doesn't respond like this for anyone else. At least, I don't think he does. Can Nicholas do this too you, Vash? Can he make you look like this?

"Knives... I-"

His gave turns away, and I can tell he's pondering it. His eyes lighten marginally. Then he looks up at me.

"I.... Knives...."

"Do you-"

"Hai.... I love you. You're differant. From Nicholas I mean. He's comforting and warm, but he can't do this too me... Not like you do. I love you in a way that I can't explain... But Nicholas can't do this too me, he can't make me want things like you do. I love you, Knives."

I smile, and grind into his slowly, heavily. I kiss him and then pull away.

"I love you Vash.... Vash...."

I lick at his mouth, and then reach up into the pillows and pull out a seldom used tube. I slick my fingers and then move between his legs, sliding one in.

"Vash..."

I find that point, and I stroke it gently, making him writhe before me, making him pant and moan in desire. Desire for me. I slide in a second finger, and scissor them gently, I won't hurt him. I can't do it. I am very careful and finally slid in a third, and with a grin, my ice blue eyes like deep ocean ice glittering, it crook them quickly and he bucks, twisting with a loud cry of pleasure.

"Vash...."

"Knives...."

I pull my fingers out and lean over him. He looks at me and I slide in slowly. I know what he wants. I know it without words. His eyes speak to me more than anything. I move slowly, pulling out and moving in gently, loving him. He moves his hips against me after a while and I grin, and he raises his hands, bracing himself against the headboard of my bed. I grip his hips and I take him fast, and hard, deeply. He cries out with desire, with passion. With lust and with love.

He cries out again, voice breaking as he finds his compleation. I cry out not a second later, filling him with my own fluid. As we unwind, I pull away and lean down, cleaning the proof of our passion from his stomach before I collapse at his side, arms winding around him. He cuddles me close, and twines our legs. We're near asleep when I hear a voice in my head and I frown.

Master....

What is it, Legato. I've got-

I know Master, but its Midvalley. He and Chapel-

I expected as much.

Do you want me to-

No. Leave them. And leave me alone!

He leaves my mind and I cuddle closer to my love.

"Legato?"

"Hai. It seems Nicholas and Midvalley have bedded each other. Are you sad? Do you want me to kill him? I will."

I sit up, already searching for his mind. I'll rip it to shreads. Vash just pulls me down, kissing me to distraction. He strokes my side gently.

"Iie. I don't care. It makes me sad, but, I don't think killing him will help. I think, when Midvalley came in, I think I knew it would come to that. It was just the eagerness for the man to be alone with Nicholas."

"I see."

I cuddle up too him and nuzzle his throat gently.

"I've got a care package made up for you."

"Care package?"

"A present. A care package. For when you go."

"Oh."

I lift my head, and he's look away, frowning.

"Nani? Aren't you going to leave? You always left before."

"But.... Before I didn't bring Nicholas.... Before I came alone, I had to go back to Nicholas. I thought... I was the one being unfaithful. But... Now, I brought him and he's happy with Midvalley. Do you want me to go?"

"Do I ever?! I die everytime, I miss you and can't wait to see you again."

I kiss him softly, over and over again, not to arouse him, merely to prove to him that I want him here with me. I could leave the humans alone, if only I had him always. Finally I lay back with him.

"Then, you wouldn't mind if I wanted to stay?"

"No. For you to stay, I would leave the humans alone. I would let them be, if only you were here with me."

"Really?"

"Yes. I only want you to be happy. With me. Not with Nicholas, not with that silly girl who's in love with you, I want you happy with me."

He looks at me and I fidgit. Finally he grins slowly, and I smile faintly. He kisses my forehead and lays back. I lay back too, confused, almost asleep when I hear him mutter it.

"Love and peace. And all in this room."

I laugh softly and close my eyes.

"Go to sleep, you crazy plant. We can do so much together, but first we need some sleep."

I feel him kiss me again and then lay back. He's asleep already. I burrow into the blankets, pulling them over us and pulling the sheets up. The sheets are ice blue.

~OWARI~

*falls over dead* Squick! *sits up, alive* Bah, bad fic. Bad bad. Obsessive little bugger my Knives. *huggles her Knives* I like Knives! See! He's NOT a bastard! He just loves his Vash! Who wouldn't! *eye's Vash with a grin and then meeps and glomples Knives who's getting mad* Gomenasaigomennasaigomennasai!!!! I won't touch your Vash! I promise! *sighs with relief as he forgives her* Whew.... But, no Knives bastardization in this fic. That makes me sad. I mean, he CAN be, but not towards Vash. He loves his Vash. He wants Vash happy. Who doesn't? As long as it keeps my Knives pacified. But.... Bad fic. BAD MUSES! *glares at the six fluttering muses around her* Kaizer, Quatre, Tsuzuki, Yamagi, Roose, Zero, BAD! *the muses flutter* Gah.... Oh well.

FLAMERS!!!! Bad flamers! Don't tell me about characterization, I already said bad fic. Flames wil be given to Igina for her magical golden shovel. Ja!

Authoress K. C. *muah!* =^.^= *Mew!*