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mildlyreckless.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-04-21 08:03 pm
Log; complete
When; April 21st, evening
Rating; PG-13/R for language
Characters; Vash (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mildlyreckless) and Wolfwood (nico_oniichan)
Summary; Vash wakes up from his 24 hour "rest" after death and finds Wolfwood waiting for him. (Basically, this follows the other brother and his friend in the dead plant duo.)
Log;
Pain. It was the last thing Vash remembered before slipping into that void of nothingness, and it was the first thing he became aware of as his senses slowly came back to him. Excruciating was too kind a word for it. It wasn't long before he began noticing other things; cool air above him; something soft below him (it took him a while, but he finally decided he was lying on his side atop a bed)... Vash's eyebrows twitched slightly as he struggled with the concept of opening his eyes. It was turning out to be harder than it sounded.
Where was he anyway? And how did he get there? Vash remembered everything about the fight, but there was a large gap missing between then and now. Wolfwood must have brought him home.
Wolfwood. Where was he? Nothing had happened to him, had it?
"Hn," Vash groaned, trying to call for him and failing miserably. Oh, God, that was a bad idea. Vash jolted in reaction to the pain and cried out, both simply resulting in more agony. Talk about a vicious fucking cycle.
--
Since the big battle, Wolfwood hadn't done much. After moving Vash into his room, he'd sat by his side and refused to move, his brain wracking itself. Had this been the only way? Should he have jumped in and helped him? He couldn't come up with an answer that didn't point the finger at him, no matter how hard he tried.
He couldn't stand the sight of his lifeless corpse anymore, and rose to sulk about the apartment. Despite the death of his friend, he still needed to make sure no one got any ideas to drop in and visit. That Autor kid would be the one to do it, especially since he'd seen... Goddamn it, he'd even fucked that up.
About twenty four hours later, he'd chain smoked his way through five packs of smokes and was starting in on his sixth when a noise from the other side of the room stirred him out of his reverie. He crushed out the remainder of his cigarette in a nearby ashtray and hurried into Vash's room. That blue-haired nutcase had better not have decided to come through the fucking window.
Wolfwood stopped dead, one hand resting against the doorway before he hurried to his friend's side, sitting in the chair he'd been occupying previously. "Spikey..." He mumbled, afraid to touch him lest it caused more pain. Hopefully his voice would be enough to get him to stop thrashing around.
--
Vash froze at the sound of Wolfwood's voice, shocked at how much it put him at ease. He opened his eyes groggily and tried to focus on the familiar silhouette.
"Gn," was Vash's second attempt at speaking, slowly inching his right hand across the bed towards his friend. It was the only way he could think of to make sure he was okay, seeing as how his powers of conversation were apparently shot for the time being...
--
"Glad ta see yer finally up." Wolfwood smiled, empty like the ones he'd seen Vash give him the day they first met, as a familiar pair of aquamarine eyes opened, instead of empty and lifeless as they had been only a few hours ago. He'd never felt so fucking helpless, not even during his first encounter with Razlo, as he had watched Vash die. No, he wasn't going to think about that, couldn't think about it. Not right now.
It was more than apparent he couldn't speak just yet, so it looked like he'd be the one holding the conversation for the both of them. "Had me worried there, ya idiot. I gotta say, outta all the crazy ideas you've ever had, this one definitely had ta be the worst. Right up there with takin' my gun an' shootin' it off at those damn brothers ya decided ta confront." He muttered softly, no venom behind the words. He hesitated for a moment before moving his hand to rest it on Vash's, just as much to reassure Vash as himself.
"I'm gettin' a healer fer ya soon, all right? Just try ta rest 'til then."
--
"Yeah," Vash managed, ignoring the pain it resulted in. At least the physical pain took his mind off of the ache in his heart.
I... killed him... didn't I?" he said, wondering if his voice was even audible. His vision blurred again, but this time he knew it was only because of tears that were welling in his eyes. Knives. His brother. He'd killed him. While he knew that it had to be done, it was still tearing him up inside... Should he have done something else?
--
"...Yeah, ya did." Wolfwood said, eyes looking away from Vash as he said this. It wasn't something he was upset about by a long shot, hell, he'd intended on doing it himself when he first started this fucked up journey. But then he'd been scared straight by Knives, and accepted his order to baby-sit his brother. It had him wondering if he just could've gotten over his fears, would Vash still be alive right now?
"...Don't feel bad 'bout it, Spikey. Ya did what ya had ta do." The story of his life could be summed up in that one sentence. Still, he said it with conviction, though he hardly believed them anymore. The words were just as hollow as the many times he'd said it to explain away the guilt for everything he'd ever done.
--
The corners of Vash's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say something else, but it just hurt too much to be worth trying anymore. He instead considered what he'd done the day before in silence. He'd killed his older twin brother. He'd taken his life. The thought began to crush him, but then he remembered what else he'd done.
He'd made sure that Knives wouldn't be able to get back to Gunsmoke. The ships from Earth would come, and Knives wouldn't be there to stop them. Humans would go on living. And Vash and Knives would as well, just in a different way.
A humored "Heh," escaped his lips and a small smile crossed his face. Vash slowly twisted his hand around and curled his fingers around Wolfwood's hand. Things suddenly felt okay.
--
Wolfwood eyed him with a somber look, tempted to say something further on the matter, but stopped when he saw Vash's smile. A real one, for a change. He returned it briefly, his gaze turned downward as he hurriedly brushed away moisture at his eyes with his unoccupied hand. He wasn't crying. Really.
He said nothing for the moment, squeezing Vash's hand gently before he stood up. "Get some rest, all right? S'bout time I called fer a healer."
Rating; PG-13/R for language
Characters; Vash (
mildlyreckless) and Wolfwood (nico_oniichan)Summary; Vash wakes up from his 24 hour "rest" after death and finds Wolfwood waiting for him. (Basically, this follows the other brother and his friend in the dead plant duo.)
Log;
Pain. It was the last thing Vash remembered before slipping into that void of nothingness, and it was the first thing he became aware of as his senses slowly came back to him. Excruciating was too kind a word for it. It wasn't long before he began noticing other things; cool air above him; something soft below him (it took him a while, but he finally decided he was lying on his side atop a bed)... Vash's eyebrows twitched slightly as he struggled with the concept of opening his eyes. It was turning out to be harder than it sounded.
Where was he anyway? And how did he get there? Vash remembered everything about the fight, but there was a large gap missing between then and now. Wolfwood must have brought him home.
Wolfwood. Where was he? Nothing had happened to him, had it?
"Hn," Vash groaned, trying to call for him and failing miserably. Oh, God, that was a bad idea. Vash jolted in reaction to the pain and cried out, both simply resulting in more agony. Talk about a vicious fucking cycle.
--
Since the big battle, Wolfwood hadn't done much. After moving Vash into his room, he'd sat by his side and refused to move, his brain wracking itself. Had this been the only way? Should he have jumped in and helped him? He couldn't come up with an answer that didn't point the finger at him, no matter how hard he tried.
He couldn't stand the sight of his lifeless corpse anymore, and rose to sulk about the apartment. Despite the death of his friend, he still needed to make sure no one got any ideas to drop in and visit. That Autor kid would be the one to do it, especially since he'd seen... Goddamn it, he'd even fucked that up.
About twenty four hours later, he'd chain smoked his way through five packs of smokes and was starting in on his sixth when a noise from the other side of the room stirred him out of his reverie. He crushed out the remainder of his cigarette in a nearby ashtray and hurried into Vash's room. That blue-haired nutcase had better not have decided to come through the fucking window.
Wolfwood stopped dead, one hand resting against the doorway before he hurried to his friend's side, sitting in the chair he'd been occupying previously. "Spikey..." He mumbled, afraid to touch him lest it caused more pain. Hopefully his voice would be enough to get him to stop thrashing around.
--
Vash froze at the sound of Wolfwood's voice, shocked at how much it put him at ease. He opened his eyes groggily and tried to focus on the familiar silhouette.
"Gn," was Vash's second attempt at speaking, slowly inching his right hand across the bed towards his friend. It was the only way he could think of to make sure he was okay, seeing as how his powers of conversation were apparently shot for the time being...
--
"Glad ta see yer finally up." Wolfwood smiled, empty like the ones he'd seen Vash give him the day they first met, as a familiar pair of aquamarine eyes opened, instead of empty and lifeless as they had been only a few hours ago. He'd never felt so fucking helpless, not even during his first encounter with Razlo, as he had watched Vash die. No, he wasn't going to think about that, couldn't think about it. Not right now.
It was more than apparent he couldn't speak just yet, so it looked like he'd be the one holding the conversation for the both of them. "Had me worried there, ya idiot. I gotta say, outta all the crazy ideas you've ever had, this one definitely had ta be the worst. Right up there with takin' my gun an' shootin' it off at those damn brothers ya decided ta confront." He muttered softly, no venom behind the words. He hesitated for a moment before moving his hand to rest it on Vash's, just as much to reassure Vash as himself.
"I'm gettin' a healer fer ya soon, all right? Just try ta rest 'til then."
--
"Yeah," Vash managed, ignoring the pain it resulted in. At least the physical pain took his mind off of the ache in his heart.
I... killed him... didn't I?" he said, wondering if his voice was even audible. His vision blurred again, but this time he knew it was only because of tears that were welling in his eyes. Knives. His brother. He'd killed him. While he knew that it had to be done, it was still tearing him up inside... Should he have done something else?
--
"...Yeah, ya did." Wolfwood said, eyes looking away from Vash as he said this. It wasn't something he was upset about by a long shot, hell, he'd intended on doing it himself when he first started this fucked up journey. But then he'd been scared straight by Knives, and accepted his order to baby-sit his brother. It had him wondering if he just could've gotten over his fears, would Vash still be alive right now?
"...Don't feel bad 'bout it, Spikey. Ya did what ya had ta do." The story of his life could be summed up in that one sentence. Still, he said it with conviction, though he hardly believed them anymore. The words were just as hollow as the many times he'd said it to explain away the guilt for everything he'd ever done.
--
The corners of Vash's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say something else, but it just hurt too much to be worth trying anymore. He instead considered what he'd done the day before in silence. He'd killed his older twin brother. He'd taken his life. The thought began to crush him, but then he remembered what else he'd done.
He'd made sure that Knives wouldn't be able to get back to Gunsmoke. The ships from Earth would come, and Knives wouldn't be there to stop them. Humans would go on living. And Vash and Knives would as well, just in a different way.
A humored "Heh," escaped his lips and a small smile crossed his face. Vash slowly twisted his hand around and curled his fingers around Wolfwood's hand. Things suddenly felt okay.
--
Wolfwood eyed him with a somber look, tempted to say something further on the matter, but stopped when he saw Vash's smile. A real one, for a change. He returned it briefly, his gaze turned downward as he hurriedly brushed away moisture at his eyes with his unoccupied hand. He wasn't crying. Really.
He said nothing for the moment, squeezing Vash's hand gently before he stood up. "Get some rest, all right? S'bout time I called fer a healer."