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ARACHNOPHOBIA

pathological fear or loathing of spiders

Chapter 3: Millions Knives
Pain... Absolute
pain...
Knives bit through his
lower lip with the extreme emotion. He was desperately trying to change his
position so that he would be able to keep an eye on the doorway, but even the
smallest of movements seemed to cause him immeasurable amount of physical
torment. He growled out loud, almost wishing he would have died instead of
survived.
Not that anyone had ever
paid much attention to his wishes, though, if not counted Legato Bluesummers.
Vash certainly never had.
Knives sighed. That
foolish and na�ve brother of his probably still harboured some dandy ideas
about making him see reason one day, which is why Knives was still
alive. How admirable and sweet, honestly. But Knives had no intention
whatsoever of changing his views about the world just because it would make his
brother happy. He would never let Vash prevail.
Knives cursed his brother
in his mind, and then he cursed everything else that had ever existed, besides
himself. Then, after a few minutes of erratic breathing, he made a second
attempt on turning his body so that he would have an easy view on the door. It
was a mistake. The freshly stitched wounds on his shoulders and chest rent open
with a ripping sound, and the bedsheets were soon drenched in bright red blood.
Knives went pale. This was
bad.
I need to get back to
the plant. I need Vash to take me back to my plant...
However, Knives knew there
would be a hailstorm in Eden before Vash would allow him anywhere near his
beloved headquarters. There was absolutely no way Knives could persuade Vash to
give him the opportunity to connect himself with the plant and heal himself.
Otherwise, the nice web Vash had managed to spin around him would break.
Knives felt morose,
thinking about the trap Vash had made him fall into. He could not walk. He
could not use his arms, except for his right arm with severe limitations.
Knives was almost an invalid at the moment, which meant that he would have to
rely on his brother�s help for the next few months, in the very least
Knives was loathe to admit
it, but Vash had cornered him this time. Knives was now completely dependant on
his twin.
He�s such a hypocrite,
really. He would do anything to prevent those useless humans from suffering,
but when it comes to his own brother, he has no regrets whatsoever of letting
him dwell in endless agony.
Knives gritted his teeth
and angrily examined the dull ceiling.
Do I honestly mean so
little to him? Well, of course I do. He doesn�t give a fuck about me, really.
He only loves the spiders. He once loved me too, but not anymore. Not after
Rem...

Knives felt bitter. He couldn�t understand how one inconsequential human being
could separate him from his brother so utterly and completely. He and Vash were
brothers, they were twins, they were part of one another. Their futures
should�ve been seamlessly intertwined. No-one, least of all an average human
woman such as Rem Saverem, should have been able to rip them apart.
However, without the
influence of that stupid bitch... Vash would probably have killed me, already.
Knives didn�t want to
continue that line of thinking. He didn�t want to think that he owed his
current life to some spider whore that lived over a hundred years ago. Besides,
if anything could be concluded from the rapid flow of blood from his wounds, he
wouldn�t even be owning that miserable piece of life much longer.
�Vash... Come to me.� Knives tried to reach his brother
with telepathy.
Vash didn�t seem to hear
him. Knives realised he was apparently too weak to get through to him.
He tried again. �Vash...
Vash... Come to me...�
Knives shuddered. The
feeling of blood streaminig out of his body was starting become an exhilarating
experience, which meant he was slowly turning unconscious. With a delirious
clarity of a dying man -or plant- Knives suddenly realised he wasn�t yet ready
to die. He actually had never been, despite his rebellious thoughts a few
moments ago. He was supposed to be one of those who lived outside of time...
He wasn�t supposed to die at all. He and Vash... the most beautiful
beings on this planet... They were supposed to live forever...
For the first time since
Vash had shot him with his Angel Arm in Julycity, Knives felt like crying. For
the first time since that day, Knives actually allowed himself to feel.
Utter treachery! Utter betrayal! How could Vash hate him so much? Everything he
had ever done was for the benefit of himself and his brother. Vash was
everything he�d ever wanted... Everything he had ever loved...
�Vashu... Please...�
--

--
So... hitotsu-me no
yoru ni... izuko
kara koishi ga sekai ni ochiru...
Vash was sitting by a
round table in the hospital's waiting room, holding five miserable-looking
playing cards in his hand. He had already been exhausted when he had left his
brother in order to join these humans in a game of poker, and now he was
beginning to regret his decision. The single, bright light above the table made
his eyes hurt. Not even Rem�s favourite song he was silently crooning to
himself could make him feel more refreshed. He glanced at Meryl and Milly, who
were both completely absorbed in their respective cards, and his face split
into a huge yawn.
�Insurance girls?� he
whined, adapting a sugary grin on his tired face. �Must I play this stupid
game? I�d rather go to sleep already.�
Meryl gave him a sharp
look. �You�ll play this round with us. We�ll see after that.�
�You�re too cruel!� Vash
moaned. �Cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel...�
�Would you stop that?�
Meryl snapped. �You�re acting like a ten-year-old brat. Besides, there�s
nowhere you could go to sleep, anyway. The hospital is full, no beds
available.�
Vash smiled a tired smile,
idly examining the five playing cards in his hand. �I�m sure I can come up with
something. Besides, I�m one of the patients, too! Knives didn�t exactly surrender,
you know.�
�You�re going to watch
over him, again, aren�t you?� Milly asked, her light blue eyes adapting an
auburn glow in the lamplight. �You might be a little bit tired, but the real
reason you want to quit this game is to go to your brother again.�
Vash heaved a sigh. �Yes.�
�But you�ve been watching
him all the time!� Meryl protested. She was finding it hard to accept that Vash
now had someone more important in his life than her and Milly. �It isn�t like
he�s going to wake up all of a sudden, jump out of the bed and run away.�
�Actually, that�s exactly
what I�m afraid he�ll do.� Vash looked sombre. �He has a remarkable talent for
acting foolishly and unexpectedly.�
�Must run in the family.�
�Hey! That was uncalled
for!�
�I know.� Meryl�s
expression told more than a thousand words. She was severely displeased. �But,
Vash, you are not going to spend the entire night in that dark and depressive
room alone with that monster you call your brother. As the nursemaid said,
Knives is completely incapable of walking, and thus he cannot possibly run
away. For the love of all money, you shot holes through his most
important thigh muscles, Vash!�
Vash leaned back in his
chair, looking irritable. He was really tired, and he really didn�t want to
talk about his fight with Knives with the insurance girls right now. Why
couldn�t they just let him do as he pleased? Why couldn�t they let him to go to
his brother? Couldn�t they see that it was very important to him, to be close
to his twin right now? It had been so long...
�Vash... Vash... Come
to me...�
Vash recoiled, his eyes
widening with surprise. Wasn�t Knives supposed to be sleeping? Maybe his mind
was playing tricks on him, again. It wouldn�t have been the first time he�d
imagined Knives calling for him. Many times during the past decades, he�d had
the same feeling... heard the same, pleading yet harsh command... Brushing his
fingers through his hair, Vash tried to ignore the voice.
�Vashu... Please...�
This had to be serious.
Knives had to be awake. His brother had never in his life used the word please
before �or, at least, Vash couldn�t remember him ever doing so. Something
awkward must have happened. Had Knives tried to escape? Was he now lying on the
floor in a bloody heap?
�No, you dimwit...� The voice sounded actually faintly
happy, but grew weaker by the moment. �I wasn�t trying to escape... I was
just...�
The thought was suddenly
cut off. Vash realised Knives must have lost his consciousness.
�Insurance girls...� Vash
jumped out of the chair and, grabbing the nearest nursemaid along with him,
rushed to the door. �Excuse me, but there�s an emergency.�
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�To Be Continued...
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