Well since this is my baby I've decided go through it once more and try to give you a better version. Hopefully I'll catch most of my mistakes and a few things will be rewritten so it flows better. That and I needed to get my juices going because I've been toying with the idea of doing my second Trigun story. It may be about Legato, but I'm not sure, he's not a favorite of mine so I'm not sure I'd be able to do him justice.

I DO NOT OWN TRIGUN, THE PEOPLE WHO DO ARE FRIGGIN GENIUSES. BE COOL IF I DID THOUGH! HOWEVER I DO OWN MY ORIGINAL CHAR. CORA. DON'T WORRY YOU'LL FIND OUT WHO SHE IS SOON ENOUGH.

CHAPTER 1 THE GETAWAY

Vash grumbled to himself as he carried his brother Knives over his shoulder.

"Geez Knives, for a guy that claims to be perfect in every way you sure are heavy!" he resituated his brother, and trudged on through the empty wasteland.

It had been a few days since he had shot Knives, and it seemed as if his brother was never going to wake up. Vash didn't think this was such a terrible thing, he wasn't looking forward to faceing his brother's wrath; especially after he had shot him so many times.

Honestly, Vash wasn't sure what he was going to do. He didn't want to take him back to Meryl and Milly, neither of them would understand why he hadn't killed him.

He smiled when he thought of Meryl..

"I will see her again, just not yet. Now is'nt the time." He gave a heavy sigh when he realized that it could be months before he could look into her pretty gray eyes. Heck, it would be great to even get smacked around by her again! He chuckled to himself, that girl was something else.

Vash was feeling all right with the world for once. He began whistling an old song, the one Rem would always sing when she was happy.

He glanced up to the sky and noticed that it was getting late. He'd have to find shelter soon, or risk sleeping out in the open. He scanned the area, and noticed a little cave like area only about an ile away, if he quickened his pace he'd get there before the sun went down.

He started whistling again, not realizing that his brother was stirring ever so slightly.

Knives' head hurt, strike that his whole body hurt! He couldn't remember what the hell had happened. Then he realized he was being carried. He opened his eyes just enough to see a familiar looking backside clad in a red coat. He also heard a familiar song; the one that woman always sang. He knew without a doubt who was carrying him.

"Stupid fool, you should have left me to die! If you had an ounce of brain in that spikey head of yours you would have." he thought to himself.

His head buzzed trying to find a way to get out of the mess he was in. The agony that encapsulated his body intensified.

"That's right my foolish brother shot me. I'll have to make him pay for that."

He wouldn't be able to get far, but if he played his cards right he might be able to distance himself enough from his brother. Then maybe hijack some form of transportation and rebuild himself again. Then he would make Vash sorry for ever letting him live.

But now, now he would stay still, and silent. Vash mustn't know he was awake. If Vash knew he was awake he'd have to hear his constant whining about how great humans are. Besides his body was screaming in pain, something he did not enjoy. He let himself drift in and out of consciousness.

About fifteen minutes later Vash had reached the little cave. He gently set his brother down and readied a small fire and began cooking his meal for the night.

"I wonder what she's doing tonight?" he thought to himself, "probably sitting with Milly having a nice dinner, then it would be back to her desk to slave over her work until dawn." he gave out another sigh as he fiddled with the fire to keep it going.

"I'll see you again soon, I just have to keep telling myself that." He ate his meal in peace and thought of Meryl and how she would still be waiting for him.

Knives had felt himself being set down, the cold clay floor of the cave was a welcome relief to the hot suns that were beginning to set. Not to mention his brothers boney shoulder. He listened as his brother cooked and ate his meal and waited until all was silent.

Knives tried moving, hot searing pain shot through his arm and down his spine. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. He tried once more, and again the same white hot pain slid through his system.

He would not give into the pain, he was a superior being!

He would not give in and stay there another minute with his asinine brother. He had managed to roll himself over and stilled himself for a moment, waiting for the pain to dull. Slowly, he brought himself up to his hands and knees, arms and legs wobbling. He could feel warm blood start to run down his arms and legs. Still, he refused to lay defeated and have his brother tend to him.

He was better than this, better than his stupid whiney brother who'd cry if he got so much as a scratch. He steadied himself and slowly stood. His vision blackened as the blood rushed from his head. He grasped the wall of the cave until it passed. An evil grin spreading across his face.

Vash was in a nice deep sleep, arms and legs sprawled out in all directions. His belly was full, and he seemed to be drooling slightly.

"He must be dreaming of those disgusting donut things he eats." he snorted to himself.

He surveyed the cave and found Vash's black bag. He quietly rifled through it, ignoring his body screaming in pain. With a little searching he found his prize, his gun. He had felt naked without it, and having the slick black piece in his hand opnce again made him feel a little stronger. He trudged himself over to Vash, who was beginning to stir.

Vash, had heard someone moving around in the cave. Darn it he was having such a good dream too! Big fluffy donuts had been floating all around him. He opened his eyes slightly, only to see Knives standing over him with his gun lifted over his head. Vash smiled sleepy eyed, what was going on, not quite registering in his head.

"Hey Kni..." was all he could get out before he tumbled into darkness.

"Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't wake up. Cracking you in the skull would have been easier if I hadn't had to see those big, dumb eyes of yours brother. You know your eyes are the only ones I take pity on." he grumbled.

He looked down at his brother now sleeping deeper then ever, a little trickle of blood running down his forehead. Knives knew better than to hit too hard; wouldn't want to kill him. Just knock him out long enough to get away...Far away.

Knives grabbed as much stuff as he could, making sure to leave his brother some supplies as well. Not enough to go out for and track him down though, just enough to get him to a nearby town...if there was one.

Come to think of Knives wasn't too sure where he was. But anywhere was better than here. He trudged slowly out of the mouth of the cave, again ignoring his body's request for rest.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

Vash woke up with a splitting headache, what the hell happened? He looked around slowly and realized Knives was gone. Vash groaned and put a hand to his head, he pulled it back and yelped as blood covered his palm.

Knives had whacked him pretty good with the butt of his gun. He sat up dizzy, and blurry-eyed. Judging by the suns it was already around midday. Had he really been out for this long? Knives had a good half-day start ahead of him, but could he really get far? It was already unbearably hot out; he couldn't have made it that far?

Could he?

For the first time in his life Knives was coming to grips with the fact that he had done something stupid. No wait, stupid was a term he used to define the humans. HE had done something irrational. It was around noon, and he hadn't stopped yet. He wanted keep going, but those damn suns were making it harder, and harder to move. His once white outfit had been stained with blood and dirt. He had never felt so tired, and his pace had slowed to a mere crawl. He had just reached the top of a large hill and had begun his descent when he tripped and started to roll. He landed with a thud on the hot sand, unable to move.

"This is it." He grumbled to himself.

This is how he would die, out on in no mans land. Him the perfect superior being, dying like a wild thomas. He cursed himself for being so stupid. He brought an arm over his eyes shielding them from oppressive sunlight, and slipped into darkness.

A FEW HOURS LATER

Knives was jostled awake, he groaned and opened one eye slightly.. He was in a truck bed of some sort.

Where was he? Who had taken him?

His body had gone way past pain, and onto the verge of a permanent collapse. He groaned again trying to clear the fog that surrounded his head, that's when the truck came to a halt. If he would have been in his right mind he would have shot the driver and taken the truck. But his brain was going haywire. He felt the truck door slam and he began to panic. This was not the type of situation he had pictured himself in when he had started this fiasco of an escape plan. He couldn't, move and breathing was becoming harder and harder. He then felt something strange, a cool palm on his cheek, and cold towel on his forehead.

"Shhhh, you're just going to make it worse. Just rest we'll be home soon whoever you are." it was a woman's voice he heard. He opened both eyes and stared at his rescuer; she had long dark hair, and green eyes. In his delirium Knives could have sworn he saw Rem standing over him. His brain calmed slightly at the thought of Rem caring for him.... like she did so long ago....

"Rem..." he choked "help me, please help me...." he didn't remember much after that.....

End of Chapter One