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Tora's Anime Temple Ballad of the Plants By. Tora_Kat "You did what?" Meryl yelled. Vash put on his usual panicky, nervous look. "Hey, you mind being a little more quiet? Knives is resting in the other room." "You know what Vash? You have gone over the line this time! I mean I know you have a bounty over your head, but you didn't even want to destroy those towns! This guy, Knives? You told me he actually liked killing these people! Get him out of here Vash! Away from all these people! I have to say..." Vash covered her mouth. "Hey! Shut up will yeah? You'll wake him up! He needs his rest, I hurt him pretty bad and I think he'll heal if we could just let him rest or something. I know what I told you about him but he's changed. I know he did..." Vash let go of Meryl's mouth. "If you mind me asking Mr. Vash." Millie put in. "Why aren't you wearing your red coat anymore? And where's your gun." Vash paused. A strange look came across his face for a moment but quickly disappeared to a gentle smile. "I just...well it's unimportant." Millie shrugged with her usual smile, but it troubled her. "I still don't like Knives being here." Meryl muttered. "Listen, let’s give him a chance! He changed, I know he did!" “Yeah right…” In the other room Knives lay in bed. It hurt to breathe, it even hurt to just lie there. But, nonetheless he lay there, listening to the others arguing in the other room. "Why..." He groaned, it even hurt to talk. "Why is he...sticking up for me? After all...I did to him...He thinks...I changed? I didn't change...or did I..." Before he lost consciousness, and right when Vash entered the room he muttered these words. "The coat of the geranium...the gun with the light...why...did you leave them...Vash?" Over the past few weeks Vash and Millie took care of Knives, though Meryl refused to help, in her words, 'the murderous, no good rotten, idiot!' Everyday Vash tried to ask something of Knives but he refused to speak. Knives hadn't spoken since that time Vash opened the door and heard him speak of his coat and gun. Days went by and every day Knives got a little stronger but he never spoke a word. About four weeks later Vash stood out on the porch of the house they had been staying at. He watched as the sun set, yet again, over the horizon. He looked in the direction where Vash and Knives had fought. He remembered Knives's last words before he stopped talking. "The coat of the geranium...the gun with the light...why...did you leave them...Vash?" Vash's eyes narrowed, not in a bad way, in a thoughtful way. His last words continued to echo in his mind. "why...did you leave them...Vash...Vash....Vash..." Vash shook his spiky head. But then when he stopped his eyes had a strange, confused, glow. "Why did I leave them...? Was it...because of Rem...? No...it was something else...and until I figure it out I'll leave them out there." Vash couldn't recall falling asleep but apparently he did because the next thing he knew he was sitting on a strange field with flowers all around him and he could hear the sweat song flowing through the air. "So...hitotsu-me no yoru ni, izuko kara koishi ga sekai ni ochiru.........so...futatsu-me no ypru ni, koishi no ga te wo tori Warutsu wo kaku, Sound Life!" Vash looked around, his face paling and his eyes widening. He hadn't had a meeting with Rem since he left his things in the desert. He thought that smile he saw in his mind was a good-bye smile. Could he have been wrong? Suddenly there were two voices, the new voice was male. "So...mitsu-me no yoru ni, Warutsu no ko wa yonamo ni Ue-bu wo utsu.........so...yotsu-me no yoru ni, nami no ko wa kishibe ni shibuki wo ageru, Sound Life!" Vash turned to his left and saw Rem and Wolfwood both sitting in the grass singing the song that Rem loved. "W...W...Wolfwood?" he managed to stutter, as he jumped back. He turned and so did Rem. Rem smiled. "Vash, I just wanted to say that I think you're doing the right thing with Knives. I want you to keep taking care of Knives. I know...I know that he's done bad things but nobody deserves to die. Knives has some good. I know it." Tears ran down Vash's cheeks. "I know that Rem...I will take care of him. I hope...you can forgive me...for killing...I know that I didn't have a choice and that I realized the truth...but I hope you can forgive me..." Rem smiled in a cheerful manor. "Oh Vash, you have been forgiven since you discovered the truth! Don't worry Vash." Vash's eyes swerved to Wolfwood, they had a slight fear in them. "Hey needle noggin. Long time no see eh?" Vash blinked in surprise. "What no hellos you yer old buddy?" "I...wasn't expecting to see you..." "Well, Ms. Rem has been telling me all about you and your past, and teaching me this song..." Wolfwood lay on his back in the grassy field. "Really weird...and really cool, dangerous and yet…" Vash sighed. "Yeah...I know. So why are you guys here? Rem has always had a reason...before. Or was this your idea Wolfwood?" Vash asked giving the same sharp look he used to give him when he was alive. "Hey Vash..." Wolfwood muttered. "Knives...he's going through something. You have to help him. Oh, and try to keep others out of it. This is between brothers...Knives’ll probably try to throw others into it but try to keep others out." Vash nodded. "Vash...you have a long life ahead of you...make the right choices." Rem smiled. Vash smiled back. He noticed they were both smiling, but slowly fading. "Vash! Vash! Wake up Vash!" Meryl was shaking Vash, he had fallen asleep on the porch. Vash slowly awoke. "What's with all the yelling for?" He yawned. He noticed it was really dark. "Well, you were outside when the sunset and me and Millie thought you needed some time alone. Your back was turned so we didn't know what was happening. When we noticed it was around dinner and you were out there for two hours we went out to get you and found you asleep. We were going to just leave you here and we did for an hour then we started to bring you in but then Knives came out of the cabin and just...walked off." Vash blinked, trying to absorb everything. When he heard about Knives his eyes grew wider. "Walked off...?" He echoed, unsure. “Yeah. I was putting a blanket around you when the door opened and he walked off.” Vash got up. The words of Wolfwood and Rem still hovered in his mind. “Knives...he's going through something. You have to help him. Oh, and try to keep others out of it. This is between brothers… I want you to keep taking care of Knives. I know...I know that he's done bad things but nobody deserves to die." Vash sighed. He, gently, tossed the blanket to Meryl and started to walk off. “Hey! Where are you going?” “To see Knives!” He yelled back. “You don’t even…” Meryl suddenly realized that Vash was going that exact same way Knives was going. “How did he know which way he went?” She whispered as she watched Vash walk off. Vash came to a strange rock formation. It had jagged rocks pointing out from different ends, kind of like a spiky crown. He found Knives just below the rock formation. Vash walked up to him and sat in front of him. “Are you angry?” Knives asked as soon as Vash sat. “What?” The question took Vash by surprise. “Are you mad at me?” Knives asked again in a more demanding voice. “I was, but not anymore…How did you know about Rem telling me about the red geranium?” “She told me. I asked her things about plants and learned about them. Vash…you aren’t human…so why do you accept the humans and why do the humans accept you?” Vash rubbed the back of his neck. He looked up at the brilliantly starred sky. He noticed the fifth moon and the hole put into it. “Well…not all have accepted me and I have you to thank for that…Knives. But…I have friends who accept me because of me. They know the part of me that isn’t Vash the Stampede, the sixty billion double dollar man.” “But…they are merely spiders…and we are the butterflies.” “Listen…we are plants…I know that…but still. If there were no spiders then another threat, flies, more butterflies, other insects and bugs will come. They will feed off of the butterflies. And besides, at one point the butterfly may become a spider himself.” Knives’ eyes were hard and emotionless. Knives got up and looked down at his feet where Vash noticed something was buried under the sand. Vash looked up at Knives but Knives was still looking down at the buried objects. Vash reached forward for the two things. When he pulled them out he found his coat and his gun. Vash looked up but Knives continued to look down. Vash dusted away all of the sand and dirt from his coat and gun. He put of his coat and examined his gun. He noticed that it was loaded. “Knives I…” But when Vash looked up he was gone. All that was left was a note. Vash I have a lot to think about. I still think humans are merely spiders, feeding off of us, the butterflies. But still…I have many things to think about. We will meet again, Vash, be sure of that. Knives Vash’s face remained emotionless. He reached into the pocket of his coat and was surprised to find his sunglasses. He pulled them out, stared at them for a while then put them on. He gave a slight smile before his face became serious again. He started to walk off. Vash the Stampede. A hunter piece. Chasing the elusive mayflower called love. A plant…being watered by the lake called hope. A coat with the color of the geranium, which represents courage and determination. A gun with the gift of darkness and yet also the gift of light. An arm that he refuses to use. And a brother, a flower, slowly turning into something…something being watered by the lake called dread and suspense. Only time could tell whether the dread is for good or bad, the suspense drives others and maybe the flower mad…at times. Only time can tell when they will meet again. Until then, Vash’s legacy will continue to live on...until that day… “People come with something called prejudice. If a person is different then there are bound to be people who hate them becauseof that difference. But within all that hate, there is a light. A light called acceptance that will win in the end. Acceptance in the Dark

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