Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ For the Love of My Brother ❯ Love of Brothers ( Prologue )

Ok. So I obviously wasn't the only person who thought that that Steve guy was just a little too fixated on Knives. After watching that one ep. (don't know which number it was) and seeing how much he hated those boys and how quickly Knives took the flying leap off the deep end, it just screamed rape to me. So, here's my take on the reason for Millions Knives' insanity and the brothers' relationship in general.

 

Warnings: Slight shota, past NCS (which may or may not be flashed back to), yaoi, twincest, mind fuckery and oddness in general, angst, and prolly more that I've forgotten. Be warned.

 

For the Love of My Brother

 

 

 

Prologue:

 

He's with her again. He never has time for me anymore; he never sees how much I love him, how much I need him with me. It's not too bad, though. I'm never really without Vash. I can always feel him there, a feather-light touch in the back of my mind that tells me without words that he loves me too. Knowing that he still needs me as much as I need him makes it alright that he isn't here where I can feel his warmth enfolding me.

 

Rem loves him more than me. I know it. I feel it pouring from her in waves when she wraps those motherly arms around my brother like she never does to me. I can see it in her eyes when she looks at him so proudly when he learns something new, but that doesn't matter either, because I can still feel Vash there with me, in me, and my brother really is all that I need.

 

There are people on this ship who hate me. I know this. It oozes from them in an oily black cloud that makes me sick when I come too close and I wonder how it is that Vash doesn't seem to notice it while he bounces his way around the decks and pokes his nose into everything. Then I realize that he doesn't notice because it isn't there for him, and that's one more thing that I push away from me while I swear that Vash will never have to know because I love him, and he loves me and that's all I need here.

 

Finally, finally, there came a day when just feeling him touch me would have saved my soul and pieced together the broken pieces of my mind, but he wasn't there because he was with Rem and I hated her for the first time in that moment when I severed my link to my brother for the only time in my life.

 

I did it to save him. I did it so that he would never know what was happening to me in that dark corner of the hold where I was held down and pounded until the blood poured from me like a river of crimson while I screamed and cried out for Vash, knowing that he wouldn't come this time because I was alone, really truly alone, for the first time in my life and Vash hadn't even noticed the separation because he was with that woman, and when Steve released his seed into my torn body they planted themselves into my broken mind and grew there into a field of sharp and thorny hatred for everything human in the universe.

 

They would all die, starting with that fly that had masqueraded as a spider. I would build my web and suck the life from him like he had tried to do to me and I would prove to him just who would be envenomating whom.

 

It would be over a century before I discovered that I hadn't severed the link to Vash that day. I hadn't had the power to break it because I hadn't been the one who created it. So I didn't know that my beloved innocent brother had lost as much that day as I had as he writhed on the floor, bleeding from an unseen attacker and screaming my name while Rem held him and cried for his pain. His pain, but not mine. Never mine.