Part Four

My head rested on Vash's chest. My hand traced an old, faded scar. It was soft and smooth and it made Vash coo in his sleep.

I smiled at him and looked up at him. His arms tightening around my waist.

I kiss his chest. A small gentle peck.

I really wanted to show my appreciation to this wonderful man for the rest of my life.

Tomorrow we will have to have a serious talk. About us, about Knives. I wonder if it's possible for us to have a future, to have a family.

No, I don't want to think about that now. I want to remain in the here and now. With this man. The most feared man on this planet.

He's not even human and yet he's the most humane person I know. So kind and caring and dangerous and deadly, all at the same time.

He no londer wears his red coat and his hair is limp and not spiky, but he's still the same being. He's a plant, a gunman, a lover, a brother, a friend, a man, and an angel. He is Vash the Stampede and I will always think of him as a hero and more.