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ARACHNOPHOBIA

pathological fear or loathing of spiders

Chapter 5: A Little Bit of His Gospel
Knives� eyes fluttered open with a sudden feeling of discomfort. Granted, his
current position half beneath his brother was not much comfort to begin with,
but there was just something else right now that made his skin crawl. He had
been trying to get some sleep for the past few morning hours, but he had not
quite succeeded. Every time he was beginning to fall into a peaceful slumber,
Vash decided to change his position, thus elbowing and kicking Knives fully
awake again.
Yet this current,
particularly horrid discomfort had nothing to do with his brother. Compared to
this, Vash�s warm and heavy body felt actually comforting against his side.
Knives allowed his piercingly
blue eyes scan the room. Someone was most definitely lurking in the shadows.
Or, at least, had just been. A disgusting mental image of the shorter insurance
girl �Meryl?- rose like a
destructive tidal wave before Knives� eyes. Had that atrocious bint been
watching them sleep? Knives sneered. Maybe she would�ve liked to sleep in the
same bed with Vash, just like this, herself? With a malicious grin, Knives slid
his free arm, the one that was not connected to Vash�s circulation, around his
brother�s waist.
Vash mumbled something in
his sleep, pressing more firmly against his side. Knives couldn�t believe the
stupidity of his brother. How he was able to sleep so soundly with his evil and
sadistic brother in the same room, was completely beyond the aforementioned
brother�s comprehension. However, it was Vash the Stampede�s luckiest day of
the century. Knives had no interest of hurting his brother right now.
Knives� eyes fell upon a
pile of clean bedsheets and clothes on a chair nearby the window. Then he registered
the fact that also the window was open; he curtains
were rippling in the gentle wind. Most evidently the sandstorm was now over.
Or, maybe it had just moved out of Tonim Town, and was still breeding havoc
someplace else. Knives couldn�t have cared less. The main thing was that the
storm was now nowhere to be seen or heard. Instead, Knives could now see that
it was a beautiful, early morning, and the wavering glow of the two rising suns
made the wall of the opposite building shimmer with a bright, golden sheen. The
sky beyond was serene and as blue as Knives� own, ever so captivating eyes.
Knives smiled. He was very
fond of his own outer appearance. After all, he was perfect. Legato had
told him this on several occasion, and Knives had no reason not to believe him.
Especially when Knives himself had pointed out this fact to his most devoted
minion, first.
There were two birds
sitting by the windowsill, chirping annoingly at each other. Knives� smile died
away instantly, and he narrowed his eyes. For the lack of better activity, he
tried to distinguish the irritable beings a little bit better. They appeared to
be the sort of birds that were everywhere nowadays: they had green and white
colouring and ridiculous, curly tufts standing on their heads. How the birds
had managed to stay alive through the storm, Knives had not the vaguest idea.
Frustrated, Knives shifted
slightly as his leg began to feel numb, and turned a little bit more towards
the window. The two birds were still there, and they made him sick to the
stomach with all their idiotic bill and coo. Using his telepathic powers,
Knives forced the two sodding tits fight against each other. Soon, they were
trying to peck each other�s eyes out. Their death dance was relatively amusing,
and it cheered Knives immensely.
WHACK!
�Ouch!� Knives wailed, and
scrunched up his nose with pain. �Why did you have to hit me like that, you
stupid fuck?�
Vash yawned. �Don�t
torture innocent creatures, Knives.�
�What do you care? They
are just birds!�
�I happen to like birds.�
�Birds eat butterflies.�
�No, actually they don�t.
Not these ones, anyway.� Vash yawned again and stretched, as far as their
current, combined situation allowed. �Anyway, don�t you have anything better to
do?�
�Actually, Vash, I don�t.
I�m still tied up to you, aren�t I?� Knives looked irritable.
The door to the hospital
opened, and the nursemaid peeked inside. �I thought I heard voices! Oh, good,
you�re both awake. This is very good news. Just a minute, I�ll fetch the
doctors!�
Knives looked horrified.
�Don�t let them touch me, Vash. Just... Don�t let them.�
�I�ll have to. Unless
you want our forearms to remain forever attached? I�m not disconnecting them
without any professional help. Besides...� Vash smiled down at his
glowering brother, highly amused. �They�ve already touched you. Who do you
think discarded your clothes, yesterday? Sure as hell wasn�t me! In fact, the
doctors had to cut them off of you. That battle suit of yours was quite
annoyingly sticking into your wounds and all, you must understand...�
Knives began to sputter
with rage and humiliation when Milly and Meryl, along with the doctors, rushed
into the room. Milly looked simplistically happy, just like she always did, but
Meryl had a more darker shade of a frown on her face. Knives did not want to
see any of it, and closed his eyes.
�Mr. Vash?� Meryl�s
hesitant voice carried through the room. �How are you feeling?�
Vash grinned at the girls.
�A little bit hungry. Any donut leftovers?�
Knives groaned, and buried
his face against his brother�s neck.
--

--
Vash was standing by the
window, looking outside. He was viciously massaging the clean, white bandage
that was wrapped around his right forearm, and it was already starting to look
bedraggled. But Vash did not see this. He was so engrossed by his sombre
thoughts.
He had been separated from
Knives a good half an hour ago, and everything had gone just fine. That is,
until Knives had gone mental again, and nearly killed the nursemaid, who had
made the unfortunate mistake of touching Knives without an extremely valid
reason.
Fortunately, though,
no-one in the room except for Vash had quite understood what had happened.
Knives had been seemingly calm the entire time, only using his sinister plant
powers to make the girl writhe on the floor, screaming in agony. Vash, of
course, had quickly realised what was going on, and had ever so furtively gone
and leaned his weapon arm against Knives� thigh, right where the bullet had
gone through his leg.
The girl�s suffering had
ended, and Knives� had started.
�I can�t believe you
just tried to kill that woman, Knives.�
They
were just the two of them in the room now, and Knives was lying on his stomach
on the bed. He
looked rather horrible; he was still in great pains after experiencing the
might of his brother's wrath. The very moment everyone else had left the room,
Vash had told Knives off with a little of His gospel �learned
first-hand from Nicholas D. Wolfwood- and now Knives was a shivering lump of
pain on the bed.
�I wasn�t trying to
kill her, you retard. I was just trying to teach her a lesson.�
Vash turned to face his
brother. �Well, you�re not teaching anyone ever again. Is that clear?�
�Fuck you.�
�Now that was pretty
rude. I�m sure I can come up with means to teach you some manners, brother. For
instance...� Vash pushed himself away from the window, and sauntered at the
pile of clothing on the chair. He picked up a towel, a T-shirt and a pair of
black trousers. �I�m going to take a refreshing shower. They happened to find a
plentiful source of groundwater beneath this town, only recently, and the
luxury of a real bath is also available. Ah... What a hot day it is! I really
think the shower will do me some good.�
Knives stared at his
brother with wide eyes, and Vash grinned. If there was anything Knives hated as
much as the spiders, it was dirt. He'd always been complaining about dirt, in
their youth. While still inside the SEEDS ship, he'd loved nothing better than
to have a warm bath, at least once a day. What a waste of water, really. Vash
smiled. At the moment, Knives was exposed to both the dirt and the spiders.
Vash knew Knives would soon be begging him to take him along. The dried blood
everywhere on Knives� body had already made him slightly itch.
�You... You�re going to
have a shower?� Knives repeated.
�Yes. A really long one.
And then, maybe, I�m going to shave, brush my teeth and fix my hair. Can�t
prance around the place looking like a hound dog, now can I?�
Knives was still staring.
�Well. I trust you won�t
be torturing anyone while I�m gone. The consequences of such actions might
prove fatal to yourself, if you catch my drift... Which I�m sure you do,
already... So... We�ll see later.� Vash began to walk towards the door.
�Wait!�
Smirking, Vash halted his
steps and glanced over his shoulder. �Yes? Was there something you wanted?�
�I...� Knives swallowed.
�I could use the bathroom, too.�
�Indeed?� Vash raised a
brow. �I don�t think you�ve behaved yourself good enough to be granted such a
luxury. What do you think, brother?�
With great spiritual
effort, Knives took a deep breath and looked at his brother in the eye.
�Please.�
�Alright.� Vash shrugged.
�You�re free to go. I�m not stopping you.�
�Vash...� A murderous
gleam flashed in Knives� eyes. �Please.�
With a lopsided smile,
Vash returned to his brother. He helped him sit up and wrapped the towel around
his naked body. �You want me to carry you?�
Knives was biting his lip
hard enough to make it bleed. �Isn�t there a wheelchair available?�
�You wish.� Vash grinned,
and cradled his brother in his arms, despite the action made his own wounds
hurt like hell. Yet, this was too good to miss. Anything to make Knives feel
helpless and mortified... Vash realised he was actually beginning to enjoy
torturing his twin like this. Maybe Knives would never fully change his views,
but as long as Vash was able to inflict at least a little amount of mental
damage on his brother, everything would be tolerable. Revenge, as it were, was
not only for the wicked...
Whistling merrily, Vash
carried his brother down the hospital's aisle and into the bathroom.
--

...To Be Continued...
- 4
- 5
- 6
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