His eyes flashed dangerously.
You only pull this shit to keep me painted as a monster, selfish bastard.
Another flash, and he vibrated with another wave of loathing, stinging sharp, crackling dangerously.
Red eyes widened, then narrowed, and he lunged at his twin again, teeth bared. Naming Rem the queen piece means Knives had the means to take her, and thus, making Vash lose the game. "Keep your filth away from her!"
If that’s how you feel, and if it were true…will you ever stop falling for it Vash?
He meets him this time. Locking hands with him and twisting to toss him away as he bares his teeth back at him,” My filth? MY filth? Why Vash I’m disheartened that you really are dead set on trying to keep her in the dark.” He twists to one side to avoid another attack as he gives a bark of mocking laughter,” You’d think you’d have learned your lesson. Secrets just get your little friends hurt."
What would happen to poor Rem, if you were injured and you couldn’t muster up the proper explination that YES you ARE a wanted Criminal.
She already knows, thanks to you.
He gripped Knives’ shirt hard enough to cause an ache in every joint in his hand, his own head ringing smartly. His jaw clenched painfully as his twin spoke, “You always have ulterior moves, Knives. Keep her out of your fucked up games.”
That last mental sting seemed to hit its target, and Vash shoved Knives away, both horrified and disgusted at himself. He said he’d never become like Knives, and yet, there he was, an exact mirror image of the violent monster.
He hisses as he stumbles at the abrupt shove. He manages to keep his feet. If just barely so. He smooths a hand over his throat. Smirk widening to shark like levels.
She would have found out anyways. How droll…that you want to hide secrets from her. And I am happy to lay my sins, and yours out for her to see.
He massages his throat slowly before he rasps out loud,” She’s always been part of the game. A knight. Now a Queen piece. I do wonder what will happen while she’s on the board with us.” He chokes a laugh. His cheek sluggishly bleeding where Vash had torn skin with the punch.
The blow didn’t make him flinch, but the mental sting sure did. He retaliated with another swing, a guttural growl escaping his throat.
He took and dodged the blows without faltering or relenting, sending his own waves of anger and loathing right back at him. He snaked an arm past Knives’ punches, fisting the collar of his clothing. His arm jerked back, yanking Knives with it, foreheads colliding soundly.
“You could have left her out of this," he hissed, "You could have kept your goddamn mouth shut! What are you playing at, huh?!”
Knives snarls and adds a good dose of derision for Vash’s lashing out. Knives hadn’t even gone into the details.
Should I have told her about July Vash? Perhaps told her about all your other side activities?
He gasps for breath then starts to laugh after he gets over how much his head is ringing,” Oh dear Brother…I’m not playing at anything. I gave her what she asked for. No More. No less." He snaps the words, biting down on them with a groan of pain, But he makes sure Vash gets the image of himself as Knives sees him now.
Brilliant in his violent rage.
How beautiful, and remarkably alike we are. How wonderful you look when you stop acting human.
I suppose I can assume…
I don’t condone you two fighting, though.
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The rage that flowed through their mental link was nothing compared to the near palpable aura Vash brought with him as he stormed through the door way.
He didn’t wait for an answer, nor did he elaborate on the question, his fist shot out just as fast as any bullet, knuckles slamming against Knives’ face, cheekbone nearly shattering.
It was only the second time he’d dared to lay a hand on his twin, but the first time he’d done so without the feeling of smothering guilt accompanying the action.
Knives feels the splintering pain. He smirks a feral snarl of an expression. Lashing out, his own knuckles swiping hard enough to dislocate or dismember a human man’s jaw. On Vash its likely just a very sharp jar as he snipes,” She asked."
If she hadn’t wanted the truth. Then she should not have asked.
He flings the thought at him like one of his namesakes. Sharp, and pointed for accuracy to where it’d hurt the worst as he speaks out loud with his disdain and rage rolling down their link,” And here you are the virtuous telling me I should have lied. For shame~”
Destruction of life and property????
He’s killed people?
What goals do you have?
I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut this short.
I believe I’m about to get a visit from dear Vash any second now.
And really Rem.
You’re bright, brighter then most humans.
I’m sure you can guess what has passed in your absence.
Hmmm…I think Vash is upset with me.
Where. Are. You.
Where else would I be dear brother?
HE shifts as the rage roars across his psyche.
If I must be more specific. Try my room.
He’s not even sitting, simply standing in the currently empty space as he stares out the one line of white light through the open arch way leading outside.
Humanoid Typhoon? What does that even mean?
Does he have a bounty on him for something?
Why do you run a gang?
His bounty is Sixty Billion double dollars. For sheer destruction of life and property in his general vicinity. Also lending to his name, the Humanoid Typhoon.
I run a gang because it makes my goals easier.
The equation Rem.
I intend to see it balanced out.
Hmmm…I think Vash is upset with me.
I’m… a little confused.
Why don’t you just start from the beginning?
Vash is a known outlaw called the Humanoid Typhoon. The sixty billion dollar man.
I’m the organizee, leader, and juror of the Gung Ho Gang spread over the entirety of Gunsmoke.
I really can’t say anymore. AS it is…
I highly suspect Vash will be upset with me.
Having said this much.