Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Mine ❯ Delving Deeper ( Chapter 25 )

 

Disclaimer: Hmmm... I own my kids (Because I made them) I own my husband, (Because the Marriage License says so) and I own a REALLY big mortgage. (Because I'm stupid and signed on the dotted line.) However I don't own Trigun. (Because if I did, I wouldn't have said mortgage.)

“blah blah” : talking

`blah blah' : thinking

“blah blah” : telepathic talking

blah blah : other misc. stuff.

 

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Forever Mine

Chapter 25: Delving Deeper

 

 

 

“You little monster, what the hell are you doing in here?” the big man seethed as he stalked the child, who was trying to scurry away from him.

 

“I…I was…”

 

“Enough!” he bellowed as he grabbed a hold of the scruff of boy's blue shirt, and violently smacked him across the face. The force of the blow sent him sprawling across the floor. “How many times have I told you to never come in here? You need to learn your place, scamp!”

 

“Please Steve… I'm sorry. I…I…” the boy pleaded as the man picked him up and aggressively shook him. In the next instant, he was thrown into the closest wall where the back of his head cracked up against the metal, instantly dazing him.

 

“Yes… I think it's time for you to learn your place, boy…” the brute maliciously breathed as an evil gleam became evident in his beady eyes. “Do you know how primates show dominance?” he asked coldly as he started unbuckling his belt and approaching the nearly unconscious child…

 

“I think its time to show you the dominant species…”

 

With a start, the platinum blonde jolted upright in his bed as beads of cold sweat glazed his athletic form. He just sat there for a moment, while trying to calm his nettled nerves, moderate his breathing… collect himself. It was that dream again, the horrific past that had haunted him almost every night for the past 130 years.

 

“Fuck!” he muttered as he brought his right hand up and ran it through his now damp sleep-mussed hair. With a sigh, he looked over to the clock and saw the time, 4:00am. He cursed again as he rolled out of bed to start his day.

 

 

 

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Two and half hours later, after a grueling workout and a long hot shower, Knives found himself sitting at the kitchen table in his quarters. He was thinking about the ever present dilemma that had been plaguing his thoughts ever since his brother won their battle and brought him to the world of humans.

 

Should mankind become extinct?

 

“I am no longer certain,” he whispered, lifting the cup in his hands to his lips and took a sip of the lightly caffeinated brew.

 

He was more confused than ever. He just couldn't understand why he didn't feel as strongly about exterminating the loathsome creatures as he did a few short weeks ago. Could it be that his brother had, in fact, proved to him that there is worthiness in the species?

 

Perhaps.

 

Up until that point, he had never spent any significant amount of time with the breed since before the Great Fall. He never associated with Gung-Ho Guns save for Legato, and occasionally Midvalley, who were the only ones allowed within his inner sanctuary. However, they were subservient creatures that were only there to do his bidding. They weren't there for a personal nature, for friendship, companionship. He hadn't had that since… Rem.

 

Yes, Rem, the woman who saved humanity. The free spirited bitch that single handedly thwarted his plan, not once, but essentially twice. The first time, when she overrode the settings he programmed into the central computer on the SEEDS ship. With her new commands, the thrusters kicked in and right in time, thusly saving the humans. Then the second time was through his brother. Inflicting her ways of `love and peace' into Vash's very fiber. Her ideals turned the golden twin against him, against his ideals, and he hated her for it…

 

But still… he loved her.

 

Oh, how he loved her. She was his mentor, his friend, his idol, and his mother. Rem was everything to him. He still remembered her twinkling laughter and how her dark hair flowed in the gentle breeze of the rec room. He remembered her simple logic and how she could turn anything into a learning experience. Even the day they came across the butterfly caught in the spider's web. He truly thought of the words that she had spoken.

 

Then that day happened…

 

That day in the cold sleep chamber came. That horrific day, when he needed her the most, only she wasn't there. She abandoned him, leaving him in the clutches of that bastard. The `human' that single handedly, destroyed any faith that he had left in their race.

 

However, even if she wasn't there for him, he didn't want her to die and not just for Vash's sake, but for his as well. He still needed her for guidance, for support, for companionship. Could he really blame her for what Steve had done? Especially now, since he was able to dissect the situation, without having the burning hate flowing in his veins?

 

“No, I can't,” Knives whispered as he took another sip of his tea. “I never told her… told anyone. I was too ashamed.”

 

But now what?

 

He loved being back with his brother. He missed him, but could he completely throw away 130 years of hatred for him? For some of the humans, yes, he already had. Though, he would never admit it. Vash's pets were truly amazing creatures. First, there was the Doc with his unwavering authority and intelligence. He was the only person, other than Vash, that Knives could hold a stimulating conversation with and not have to `simplify' the topic. The older looking man's IQ could be compared to the Plant twins… almost.

 

Milly, on the other hand, was another story. But, he couldn't help but appreciate her guileless nature and how she still treated him with the same kindness and respect that she had consistently shown to everyone else. He just couldn't understand how she could do that, though, especially since he ordered the death of her love. How she could look past the fact and not despise him for it? She even told him one night while they were playing chess that she thought that there was compassion and even love deep inside of him. That he just needed to open up a little and once he did, then he would be able to love himself and others again. Of course, she said that right before she yelled `check mate.'

 

Then there was Vash's special pet, the woman who managed to capture the heart of his brother. Now Meryl, simply put, was an amazing bitch. The way she never backed down and fought for her beliefs. Her small and shapely form buzzed with anticipation and her eyes flashed whenever they would go toe to toe with one another. Yes, a lovely creature that he would have considered claiming for himself, as a servant, if his brother wouldn't have already done so.

 

`Oh and how Vash wishes he could completely claim her,' he thought, while chuckling as he lifted his arms over his head and stretched.

 

It was so entertaining watching and feeling his brother while he and the smaller insurance girl were together, but still hiding their relationship. His twin's entire body would react whenever she was near. His blood would sing with anticipation, with want. However, instead of just taking her and giving himself relief, he hid behind their `cleverly' build façade. In order, to protect the tender feelings of some foolish little twit who worshipped the ground that Vash walked on.

 

Didn't he know that it was only giving the creature some false sense of hope? And the sense that Vash could return her love. Especially lately, since he had been paying more attention to her instead of Meryl. Didn't he understand that what he's doing could potentially backfire? If that happened, he would lose his precious pet and not be able to work off the sexual tension that kept his entire being strung tight, like a bow.

 

God, the tension…

 

All of those pent up animalistic tendencies radiating throughout his brother, looking for release with the overflow being sent to him, transferred, compliments of their link and Vash's lack of control. The sensations were absolutely awesome, the all-consuming desire, the want to procreate, to mate with a member of an insignificant species. As well as the feelings of deep love and a sense completion rolling off of his twin in droves and only for the petite raven-haired beauty. The emotions were all intriguing and frightening at the same time.

 

At first, he thought the feelings were disgusting, but now he found them quite… stimulating.

 

All because the sensations that were flowing from his brother were now arising in his own blood, making it stir and he only felt the overflow from Vash. What would it feel like to experience that sexual chaos first hand? Would it increase ten fold? Especially now that he knew a woman's touch wasn't revolting, in fact, it was quite the opposite.

 

All because of her…

 

She was the woman that became the proverbial pain in his backside, the very same audacious woman that caressed his form with her soft and arousing fingers. She showed him what he was missing, what he could have, by simply claiming a pet for his own. It would be all too easy making one of those simpering creatures his, especially with his exceptional looks and physique. That fact easily was proven by simply going out with his twin. The wanton looks and offers they both received were numerous. But, could he give into the temptations of bodily desires just to sate the growing lust filling him, because of Vash and…

 

“That vexing woman…” Knives bit out as his thoughts turned to her again…

 

McKenna Madsen.

 

The insignificant human who didn't know how to show proper respect when it was due. Who stepped above her station and proclaimed that he shouldn't take the prescribed medication. The suggestion that, in turn, caused the nightmares to return without a drug induced sleep. Bringing back the haunted past that had been plaguing him for almost as long as he could remember and all because she didn't want him to become dependant. But, didn't she know that he was above such addictions?

 

McKenna was an irritating woman, whose lack of manners and haughty demeanor were at the very top of the list of her faults. And, in his opinion, that list was of a considerable size. Her hair, for one, was the color of burnish copper that, when not restrained, would haphazardly cascaded past her shoulders in loose curls. Then there were her, prescription needed, golden eyes that flecked green when she was angry. Of course, there was her anger, her temper, he could not forget that.

 

She had a very short fuse. All it took was for him to mention her unworthiness to set her off, to set her eyes flashing, for her voluptuous form to become taut as her hands fisted in agitation. Then she would spout off as her chest heaved causing her full breasts to press tightly against her shirt, making her creamy flesh flush as her blood began to boil. Such vehemence, such intensity, such passion… Oh to channel that passion to something… physical.

 

“Damn it, Vash,” Knives growled, blaming his brother for the unwanted needs flowing through his body.

 

“Damning me already?” Vash inquired as he strode into the kitchen. “And it isn't even seven.”

 

“Shut up.”

 

“Geez, you're a bit touchy this morning,” he replied as he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down next to his twin. “Thank you for making me coffee, Knives.”

 

“You're welcome,” Knives muttered before taking a sip of his now tepid tea.

 

“What's wrong?” Vash asked as concern enveloped his features.

 

“Nothing,” he mumbled, while staring into his cup of earl gray.

 

“You know… I can feel that there's something wrong. So, you wanna talk about it?”

 

“No.”

 

“Okay, but you know I'll be here for you when you do, brother.” Vash sincerely advised as he placed his hand on his shoulder, offering support.

 

“I know,” the platinum blonde said with a sigh as he looked up to his twin and gave him a small smile. “I'll tell you in time… I'm just trying to sort things out myself.”

 

“Okie dokie then,” the golden blonde said with a smile and a nod as he lowered his hand. “Have you eaten yet? I'm starved.”

 

“No, I haven't.”

 

“Hey, we could go out for breakfast this morning before I head over to the construction site. What do ya' say?”

 

“I suppose,” Knives murmured as he rose from the table and set his cup on the counter. “You mean… you'll forgo walking your pet down to the infirmary for me, dearest brother?”

 

“Of course, I'll just let her know that we are going out to breakfast,” Vash replied as he rose as well so he could prepare to go out for breakfast with his twin.

 

 

 

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Twenty minutes later and after Vash telepathically told Meryl that he couldn't make their `date,' the Plant twins confidently stood in the entrance of the corner diner. Upon their arrival, the waitresses greeted them with big smiles and flirtatious winks, hoping the attractive men would choose to sit in their section. After choosing a booth in the corner, the `lucky' waitress triumphantly sauntered over to the twins and took their orders. She stood there, flirting for a moment before she told them that she would have their orders rushed because they were their favorite customers. Then with a wink to Vash, she reluctantly left to wait on other patrons.

 

Once she walked away, the twins read the morning paper while drinking their coffee, patiently waiting for their breakfast to arrive. Both men, for the most part, were sitting in companionable silence, occasionally commenting on current events, simply enjoying each other's company.

 

“Hmmm… It looks like a saloon was destroyed in May City, after a confrontation involving bounty hunters,” Knives absently commented after a few minutes of silence, while folding the paper in half in order to read the second half of the article.

 

“Great…” Vash sarcastically commented while looking through the local news section. “I'm sure I'm getting that one blamed on me as well.”

 

“Actually no… It says that you are probably not to blame since you have been in hiding since the last incident in… ummm… LR Town.”

 

“Oh… really?” Vash asked in surprise, purposely ignoring the town his brother mentioned. “Does it say who?”

 

“Well, there are a couple of assumptions, but there are only have names of other high bounties in here, some chaos fellow and the Melendez brothers. I'm sure the paper is only speculating, though.”

 

“Perhaps…” the outlaw sighed. “I guess I should be glad that I'm not getting blamed for once,” he added with a big smile right before he noticed that the voluptuous server was headed there way with a tray full of food.

 

“Here ya' go boys,” the waitress drawled placing the plates of food in front of the Plants.

 

“Thanks, Trudy,” Vash smiled after the blonde woman brushed her bosom against his arm as she straightened herself after setting his plate of flapjacks down.

 

“Anything… for you Vash, darlin,” she suggestively replied as she slowly licked her full lips, hoping that he caught her meaning. He continued to smile ignorantly at the buxom blonde before turning his attention to his breakfast and digging in. With a dejected sigh escaping her lips, Trudy winked at Knives before she walked back to the counter, so, she could gaze longingly at the gorgeous twins.

 

“How do you put up with that?” Knives thought to his brother as he took a bite of his scrambled eggs.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“The way the shameless harlot was all over you?”

 

“Oh that…” Vash started with an internal chuckle. “I just ignore it, I suppose.”

 

“It seems as if these creatures are practically throwing themselves at you. Almost as if they know you are of a superior breed and they want to become part of your harem.”

 

“Ya' know… it has been kinda of weird lately,” Vash pointed out as he took a sip of his coffee before looking up to meet his brother's gaze. Then with a sheepish smile, he added out loud, “I have never had women after me like this. They usually realize that I'm who I am and run in the opposite direction. But lately, it's almost if they know I'm off the market, so to speak, and are going out of the way for my attention.”

 

“Hmmm… interesting,” Knives murmured, contemplating the statement as he took a sip from his own cup. “So… you would say that it has been like this since you staked a claim on your pet, brother?”

 

“Yeah… though I wish you would use Meryl's name instead of calling her my pet.”

 

“Very well,” Knives sighed. “Do you suppose that they are linked? Perhaps, these females and their pheromones are reacting to the vibe that is resonating throughout your body for your pe… Meryl and are trying to cut in, if you will…”

 

“Yeah, but only a few people know that I have feelings for her,” Vash said as confusion set in. “I mean I know that these feelings that are running through me are… oh, I don't know… simply indescribable, but how can a human sense them?”

 

“Vash… your entire being is buzzing because of those feelings,” Knives asserted as he signaled quotations when he said the word `feelings.' “I don't know who doesn't feel them.”

 

“Geez… is it really that bad?” the golden blonde muttered as he raised his right arm and scratched the back of his head.

 

“Yes, Vash… it's really that bad,” the platinum blonde affirmed after taking a bite of his toast. “I have even tried looking up your condition in the archives and nothing.”

 

“Well… you don't have to do that, Knives. I can tell you exactly what's going on,” Vash said dejectedly. “It's called being the most sexually frustrated man on the planet.”

 

“Plant.”

 

“Whatever… I'm still in the same shape no matter what I am.”

 

“I just don't understand. How can you put up with the havoc running rampant in your system?” Knives wondered. “The sensations you're sending me are intolerable and I'm only getting a fragment of them.”

 

“Tell me something Knives, have you ever had a woman touch you, kiss you, tell you that they want you?” Vash inquired before continuing, “Or have you ever taken in the intoxicating sent that only belongs to a woman or held the object of your affections in your arms, never wanting to let go?”

 

“No… it seems rather vile,” the older sibling muttered, turning his gaze to the almost empty plate in front of him.

 

“Well, it isn't. In fact, it's the most incredible feeling,” he replied with conviction. “As a matter of fact, maybe you could do a little experiment and try for yourself. You might like it. Besides, what do you have to lose?”

 

“Vash… you should know better that to even think something like that,” he bit out, instantly bringing his ice-blue orbs to his brother's aqua ones. “I can hardly tolerate these inferior beings and now you're suggesting that I become physical with one them?! Just the thought makes me want to shudder!” he pointed out, while wondering how exactly did it make him shudder… was it in disgust or anticipation?

 

“Okay… I wasn't serious,” Vash quickly back peddled as he raised his hands up in defense. “I was just trying to say that you wouldn't understand why I put up with these sensations, unless you have experienced the attentions of a beautiful woman is all, especially if it's love.”

 

“Whatever you say, brother,” Knives retorted as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest, while digesting what his twin had just told him. Internally, he was contemplating if whether or not a little experiment would help him figure out a way to control the heat flowing throughout his veins.

 

“Are you excited about our birthday party in two days?” Vash asked after another moment of silence, snapping Knives out of his thoughts.

 

“Not really,” he sighed after he ate the last bite of egg. “You know, that I would rather not socialize with humans, especially with how many there are going to be in that cramped space.”

 

“The main galley isn't a cramped space and there are probably going to be only about thirty people there,” Vash supplied before he popped the last of his pancakes in his mouth. “Besides, Jessica worked really hard on the preparations.”

 

“Like I care anything about that human,” Knives snidely commented. “She has to be the single most annoying creature I have ever encountered.”

 

“Oh come on, she isn't that bad, Knives.”

 

“Vash, she is a simpering little twit that hangs on your every word. That human's obsession with you is out of control!”

 

“Okay… that's enough,” Vash sighed. “Besides, other people will be there and you can simply ignore her, you know. Oh and Milly and Meryl bought you a present and I believe that even red did, too.”

 

“Knowing that exasperating woman, she probably got me arsenic,” he muttered, running his left hand through his growing locks.

 

“Yeah probably,” Vash agreed with a laugh. “So… you are gonna show up right? Please, Knives, you only have to stay for a little bit.”

 

“I suppose.”

 

“Great!” Vash cheered as he motioned for Trudy to bring over their bill. After paying the tab and leaving a generous tip, he asked his twin if he was ready to go. With a nod, Knives advised him that he was before they both rose from the booth and proceeded to head out into the morning sunshine. As he looked up to the cloudless sky and exhaled slowly, Vash stated, “Hmmm… what a beautiful morning.” Then looking over to his brother, he smiled as they made their way over to the construction site. “So what are you gonna do today?”

 

“Why?”

 

“Just curious, I suppose,” the golden blonde replied while glancing over to his brother. “Ya' know… you could work with me...”

 

“No I couldn't. Just because you feel the need to do the work of a servant doesn't mean that I do,” Knives responded haughtily.

 

“Then what are you going to do?”

 

“Well, if you must know,” the platinum blonde sighed before adding, “I was thinking about cutting my hair. The length is starting to annoy me.”

 

“Oh… well… I don't have any scissors. So, you will probably want to get in touch with Jessica, since she usually cuts my hair,” Vash advised him while smirking as he brought his attention back to his brother. He instantly noticed an uneasy expression that crossed his features and mischievously added, “Of course, maybe red would have some scissors for you to borrow… if… you ask her nicely.”

 

“Great,” Knives sarcastically muttered, while thinking that only his brother would have an apartment without scissors.