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Disclaimer: Trigun is not mine. This story is outright
horrible abuse of the characters, and I apologize. Just remember I�m the sick
one, and Yashuhiro Nightow is the king.

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ARACHNOPHOBIA

pathological fear or loathing of
spiders

Chapter 10: Closer

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Completely tantalized, Knives touched the corner of his left eye. He
then brought his fingers to his lips and tasted the bittersweet moisture. Tears?
It could not be. He wasn�t supposed to cry. He wasn�t supposed to know how
to cry. Not anymore...

"What did you do to me, Vash? What did you do?"

"What are you talking about?"

"S-something's broken." Knives stammered. "Inside
of me. I can feel it... it hurts."

Vash actually smirked. "It's your heart, no? Imagine that. I
never knew you still had yours."

Looking
wild, Knives only waited five seconds before he roughly pushed his brother
aside and ran out of the room.

-

Vash stood there in the hotel room, staring at the empty spot where his
brother had only moments ago been. Then he realised what had just happened, and
the glass of thomas milk he�d been holding fell down on the floor.

�Shit.�

Vash kicked the door open so hard that it nearly fell out of its
hinges as he rushed after his brother.

-

Luckily, Vash didn�t have to run very long before he spotted his brother�s
limping figure in the waning lamplight at the end of the road. Vash was
slightly surprised he�d gotten even that far, seeing as he could hardly walk
without assistance. Shaking his head and sighing with relief, Vash began to jog
towards his twin. What an idiot! Knives didn�t even have his jacket and boots
on. He would freeze to death unless Vash could get him back to their room and
quickly. And now that he really thought about it, he noticed that he, too, was
only in his pyjamas.

Vash gained his brother, grabbed him from the shoulders and turned him
forcefully around. �Where the fuck do you think you�re going?�

Knives was breathing rapidly, his shoulders shaking with the effort of
walking and holding back his tears. �Where do you think I am going, stupid?
As far away from you as possible!�

�Don�t be ridiculous, Knives!� Vash shook his twin quite harshly. �You�re
not going anywhere. Come on, let me take you back to our room.�

Knives slapped him. And slapped him again.

Vash grimaced, but didn�t ease his grip on his twin �only held him
tighter so that Knives couldn�t move his hands, anymore. �Happy now?�

�No!� Knives glared at him with venom. "If you think for one
second that you can treat me like this... treat me like he did...
you�re sorely mistaken. I�ll die before I let you imprison me. I�ll...�

Vash slapped him back. �Shut the fuck up and take a breath, will you?
Fuck!�

Knives did shut up, although he was silently growling with
anger like a rabid dog.

�Listen...� Vash didn�t quite know what to say, but he tried, anyway.
�What I said was horrible and I didn�t mean it. I just... I mean... Whatever I
say or do, you never listen! You never learn! I yell at you, and you yell back.
I hit you, and you hit back. If I threaten to kill you, you just laugh at my face.
You always underestimate me, always mock me. That�s why...�

Vash swallowed. He was embarrassed to find out that he, too, had
started to feel the familiar moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes.

�I just wanted to threaten you with something you might actually think
I was capable of doing, Knives. I just wanted you to know... that I
really could be dangerous.�

Knives watched him, a look of careful contemplation in his eyes. Their
eyes met, and Vash felt suddenly very weak in the knees. For the first time
since their childhood, Knives was looking at him without hostility, without
disappointment. In fact, Vash could almost detect some kind of deep affection
in those deep blue eyes. Some kind of strong, primitive connection between
them...

And then Knives kicked him hard in the stomach.

Vash doubled with pain and released his grip. Knives kicked him again
before punching him straight to the nose. Vash tasted blood in his mouth as he
staggered backwards and glared at his twin.

Knives was looking at him with barely concealed disgust, massaging his
fist. �You stay the fuck away from me, Vash.�

Vash spat out the blood that had gathered in his mouth. �You wish.�

Knives tilted his head and narrowed his eyes that looked almost golden
in the wavering light of the crackly old street lamp. He really looked rather breath-taking,
in Vash�s opinion. �I won�t let you conquer me.�

�That�s all right.� Vash smiled, blood trickling down his jaw. �I
never asked for your permission, anyway.�

The next moment, Vash bounced his brother and pushed him down on the
ground. It wasn�t exactly a difficult thing to do since Knives still was half
invalid, even though Knives himself had obviously momentarily forgotten this
fact in his blinding rage. Easily and swiftly, Vash settled down on his
brother�s hips and grabbed his pale blond hair in his strong, prosthetic hand.
He twisted and pulled back, and Knives moaned with pain.

�You bring this upon yourself, you do realise that, don�t you?� Vash
leaned forwards so that his face was very close to his brother�s. �You�d better
accept the fact that you�re completely under my mercy now. There�s no-one else
on this godforsaken planet who would take care of you. And say what you say... we
both know that you do need to be taken care of. We both know... that you need me.�

Knives� chest was rapidly rising and falling beneath him, and Vash
smirked as he realised that Knives was, in fact, turned on by all this
activity. Could it be possible that Knives hadn�t been faking at all? Was there
something real hidden behind all his artificial flirting? Vash was both
shocked and exhilarated by this revelation, and wanted to find out exactly how
genuine Knives� reactions to his advances were.

Still pulling at his brother�s tangled hair, Vash began to fondle his
neck and jawline with his other hand. The skin felt hot in the coldness of the
night, and so very soft. Knives was immovable underneath him, and only his
ragged breathing proved him to be still alive. Quickly, Vash lowered his lips
to his brother�s ear and whispered. �Well? Am I right? Do you need me?�

Knives didn�t answer. Vash smirked before he gently bit his brother�s
earlobe. Knives tensed completely underneath him and loudly gasped for air.
Satisfied, Vash nibbled his way down to his brother�s neck and finally kissed
him right under the chin. Then he let his mouth hover a few seconds above his
brother�s slightly parted lips, and just when Knives was about to close the
distance between them, he pulled back.

�I guess this means you�re not going to give me any more trouble
tonight, right?�

Knives didn�t reply, but only stared at the nearby lamp post, eyes
gleaming with tears of mortification.

Vash tousled his hair and smirked. �Good boy.�

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The coldness seeped through every fiber of his being like fast plague.
In vain, he tried to control the wanton shivers that continuously ran through
his aching body. Pearls of cold sweat formed on his forehead as he tried to
endure the dull pain that had suddenly began to throb in his every muscle.

Knives knew he had fever.

The pillow felt rough under his cheek and the blanket felt heavy. The
faint daylight that was seeping through the ugly curtains hurt his swollen
eyes, but he still couldn�t close them. He couldn�t take his gaze off his
brother, his beautiful brother, who was sleeping right next to him with a touch
of smile on his serene lips.

It was two hours after his little adventure with Vash, and they were
both back in their hotel room. Vash was sound asleep, but Knives couldn�t relax.
What exactly had happened tonight? Knives huddled into a tight ball and tried
to figure that out.

This entire situation was macabre. Completely twisted and deformed. Knives
didn�t know what was happening, and that frightened him. He was used to being
in control at all times, and this role of a well-treated puppy didn�t quite
suit him. He wasn�t good at following or taking orders, he was the one to give
them. However, he knew he couldn�t resist his brother. Not now. Not in his
current condition �both mental and physical. Knives was utterly confused, and
things just kept on becoming more confusing. Did he even want to resist
his brother, anymore? He was horrified to find out there was actually a little
voice in his heart that told him that things could be much better if only he�d
let Vash take care of him. Take care of them both.

All of a sudden, Knives� mind was filled with memories of their
distant past. Bitter night surrounded him, and he felt a small seed of panic
settle in his heart. He was two years old again, feeling powerful and young. He
was resting in the shadow of a tall rock, pretending to be asleep. And he heard
those voices in the darkness again; the sounds of Vash picking up a heavy rock
and breathing rapidly just behind him.

On guard, body entirely tensed, Knives once more prepared for what he
knew would soon happen. He waited, and he waited... and then he heard the rock
fall. On the ground. Not even near his head. Running footsteps,
accompanied by painful sobs, indicated to Knives that Vash had gone. That
good-for-nothing, weepy-faced kid! Honestly!

Knives opened his eyes he�d not even realised he�d shut. The memory
was rapidly fading.

Who exactly was the good-for-nothing, weepy-faced kid, now? With
insecure fingers, Knives touched his own cheek. It was damp; whether from
feverish sweat or silent tears, he didn�t know anymore. Maybe from both. The
shivers of the fever engulfed him, and he felt the reality slip away.
Nightmares tortured him, one after another, and he just couldn�t stop silently
crying in his long, restless sleep.

When he woke up several hours after, he felt his brother�s cold hand
resting on his forehead.

�Shit, Knives! You�re outright burning!�

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To Be Continued

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A/N: I�m sorry it took me this long to update this chapter. I�ve been
very busy and the chapter was very difficult. Please visit/friend my
Livejournal if you�re interested to know how I�m proceeding with this story. There
you can find my poor excuses as to why I�m not updating, as well as some other
ramblings you might as well want to skip. Anyway, the LJ is under the username
�angryon� if you�d like to check it out.

-Lances
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