Title: Dry your tears Author: The Faceless Evil E-mail addresss: TheFacelessEvil@AOL.com Website: http://committed.to/thefacelessevil/ Rating: Shounen Ai, Angst Show/Video Game: Trigun. Couple: Nicholas/Vash Author's Note: I spewed this out on paper one lonely Saturday evening. It's kind of an explanation of the special relationship between Nicholas and Vash.. if they did open up to each other. Someday they will. It's sugar sweet, hope ya like it. Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "He's imperfect. He holds you back. He clouds your mind with lies, like all humans do. He is poison for you. He must die." Knives' voice cut into Vash's head much like his name. Words as painful as burning Hell fire. The moment that psychotic brother finished speaking, he tightened his hands around the neck he was holding. Not even a second had gone by before the struggling figure had gone limp. Vash didn't even have time to blink in disbelief, watching the person dearest to him slump to the ground. "... y-you..." His voice cracked, followed by violent shakes, and numb shock. He didn't see the tears in his brother's eyes as he spoke again. "I did it for you, Vash. I did everything for you." The lanky blonde sprinted forward, to kneel beside the lifeless body. Not hearing Knives' words, as he clutched onto it. "N-Nicholas... no... don't die Nicholas.. DON'T DIE!!!!!" * * * "Vashu! Wake up, Vashu!" I opened my eyes, to see nothing but darkness. Tears had clouded my visages, and the figure hovering above me was blurred. I felt a touch against my soaked cheek, and my nose caught the scent of smoke. A soothing, osaka dialect whispered to me. "It was only a dream, Vashu. Come back to me..." That voice drained away my sorrow and fear, like a prayer. It was my Nicholas. He wasn't dead. I reached my hands above me, wrapping my arms around my anchor's neck, and hugged him close. I didn't realize how much I had been trembling until I spoke. "N-Nightmare... N-Nic... wh-where did you..." I couldn't complete my sentence before my eyes stung with a flood of tears once again. He stroked my hair, and held me around my waist. His strong grip, and presence calmed me. "I just got in a few minutes ago. The Hotel owner told me where your room was. I was going to visit you in the morning, but on my way to my room I hear you crying. You didn't lock your door.." I rarely do lock it. Despite my bounty, I like to feel as though I can trust people. Without a word, I scooted closer to the wall. Pulling in the taller man so he could lay beside me. I snuggled against that solid form, as if it were a pillow. Drying my tears against his ebon, sand-worn suit coat. "I...I..." The words weren't coming out. How could a dream make me so weak? So fearful? I had missed him so much, and I couldn't say it. "I missed you too." He could read my mind, like a person reading a book. The amazing part of it was, he did it without any psychic ability. I always feel at ease with him, comforted by his acceptance of who, and what I am. I had always steeled myself from getting too close to a person. It was lonely, yes, but it was safer. I can't die by age, so I always feared the pain I would feel if somebody that precious to me were to die. My other fear was that they would discover my birth origins, and shun me as though I was a monster. I never fear like that when I am with Nicholas. He has a skill to melt away my insecurities, making me focus only on blissful happiness. How he does this, I'm not sure. He has his own share of flaws, plus a painful past. The way I lived used to bring pain in him, considering all of the blood on his hands. Somehow, with so many adventures together, he began to be healed by my compassion. We created a World of happiness for each other, all within five years. I loved him. There was no denying, or fighting it. He was my greatest friend. Hiding my emotions from him, could cause us nothing but agony. Without him, I have these horrible nightmares of my feared future with him. With him, I dream of nothing but a World of Love and Peace. We sacrificed so much for each other, and these moments made it worth it all. "Are you okay now?" To answer his question, I lifted my head. Guiding my face to his in the moonlight, and pressing my lips to his. He greeted this with great affection, pressing against the back of my head to deepen the embrace. We weren't sexual lovers yet, for a few reasons. One, being with our travelers lifestyle, we hadn't found time to. Another reason being, I wasn't all too sure to go about it. I loved over a hundred and twenty years not only as being heterosexual, but also a virgin. I couldn't bear to make that personal commitment to someone to have it broken by death or hardships. Now that I was ready to make that next step, I was completely naive on how to accomplish it. Kissing, and intimate touches were fine for now. We weren't in any rush. He grazed his calloused digits against my jaw, and the kiss separated reluctantly slow. A pair of painless, loving smiles were exchanged, before I nuzzled my face against his tanned neck. Drifting into slumber, I heard him whisper. "I love you, Tongari.." I am the luckiest outlaw alive. ~ Until next time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Ending author's note: Aww, did you get cavities too? I didn't think it was TOO sweet, but it was defiantly romantic. Something I'm really not used to writing, but Vash inspires me. Hope ya liked it.