Survive

Survive
Part I: Prodigy Child
By:Crazy Kid Nikki


Disclaimer: ANGST This fic contains strong explicit sexual situations. Including non-consensual sex, shota-con, and what ever my dark imagination can dish out. If this offends you, or you’re under 18, or blah blah blah, don\'t read this. If I get flames for this, which doesn’t revolve around my poor writing skills I will reply with extreme prejudice (I bet your scared now.... ^_^0). And I don\'t own Trigun, or produce Trigun like products for money. Don\'t sue me.... I’m poor....
Now sit and enjoy...this is going to be brutal, and I iz going to hell for this one for sure.

Cold...
So very cold now....
If only I could make the black a lighter shade...
Just to make the pain go away....


Its taste was wondrous and the aroma was superb. Nothing like it, he thought idlely as the youth gazed lazily into the branches of the tree, which towered overhead.
Perfect...was the only term which could describe the present.rfecrfect....

\"You want another sandwich Knives?\" Said a voice he hardly regarded.
Too wrapped in the bliss the present gave him to care. A slow negative shake of his head would leave him to his train of thought.... warm, slow, thought drifting to dreams of nothing unparticular....

Yes, everything was perfect....
.... Perfect in every way...

\"Knives? Are you awake?” Teased another voice. Feminine which spoke with age beyond it\'s years \"You\'re gonna be juste yoe your brother if you keep that up.\"
His head turned to grin at her as a response.
\"I suppose we can\'t have that happen huh? Them nothing would get done....\"
A small burst of laughter came after wards as the other boy pouted and blushed lightly.
\"Knives.... Rem..... why do you pick on me so much!?!\"

The woman of dark eyes and dark hair rose from her seat in the grass. She found herself spending more and more time in the rec. room as the days went slowly by. Days spent playing with Vash and Knives...how ironic that she had saved them from their discovery at birth.
To save her own personal angels...a romantic thought indeed, and she smiled at it...

She shrugged her fantasy out of her mind. They had other things to do. Many machines needed tending to, and repairs on the ship.... so many things to keep another romantic dream afloat. So many things...But with every plight there was always doubt. And after so many years of drifting in the vastness of space...tnly nly thing you could do was doubt the \"dream\". Some times, the dream made her ill.... such a desperate plight for survival. Made her sick to know that they were going to release a being which destroyed it\'s own world and now searched for another.

And like always, she\'d remember Alex.... and his romantic dream. He was the reason she agreed to fly and care for all who slept and waited for a future. Her love, which died, unable to carry the legacy to save the future they waited for. She wondered if it was him who made her feel anything for humanity. It was his teachings, which made her love and want to protect.
But was it just because of his sacrifice? Was it all his fantasy she lived?

Rem Saverem....
The man-made saint...
Made and molded into something of purity and of light...
But as long as they couldn\'t tell orgafromfrom mechanical, she didn\'t care.
She chose to become what she is.
...It was her choice...
Rem Saverem....

They all left the rec. room to get back to work. To fix the metal shield which protected fragile life from harm. They grew tired some times of constant repairs they made in their months of wakefulness. But with Vash and Knives able to work the ship\'s computers and understanding of basic as well as more complex rules of engineering, there was more time for the crew to do what was enjoyed. More time to be spent with ideas, and minds drifting on things not involving thoughts of repair, robotics, and engineering...

It was this free time for thought, which spawned the hate.
Whether it is jealousy or the slight fear, Steve began to hate the children. He knew what could happen...he knew what those.... creatures...were capable of... Nothing but tools...tools for humans. Unfortunately, as it is destined, technology went to far in making a new appliance...a slave stronger than the oppressor...
So many things could go wrong, and he knew \"he\" was different than his brother.

Something in those eyes...yes, those glacier blue eyes which glistened with something so much different than the other...a spark of superiority, Steve found not only distrusting, but...intriguing...he found his thoughts returning to thame ame boy.

...Knives Millions...
Platinum blonde hair, which shimmered white...
Eyes bluer than any ocean...
Skin of cream and silk...
And an aura of defined intelligence...
Hated him so much it made him yearn
It was his perfection he feared and hated...
So very perfect...

\"Rem, I\'m going to stay here and adjust the pressure of the system. I won\'t be too long.\"

Rem nodded to Knives and left him to the work he enjoyed doing. Here he was alone...something he enjoyed in large doses, unlike his brother Vash, who was Rem\'s echo, or shadow as it was. He could never understand his brother\'s obsession with that woman, but wasn\'t his place to judge.... no, he was happy as long as Vash was...Vash\'s happiness over ruled his thoughts and opinions. After all, he did love him.

Rem had called him a prodigy child, able to perform above his limits. He often wondered what she thought of his brother...a warm child with warm eyes and hair, which looked like straw. He smiled at the thought. Warm and homely...quite the contrast to his cold eyes and his frosted hair. Vash neither had his lust for solitude, or an appreciation for lessons the captain gave them. He always wanted to be in the rec. room in the artificial sunlight and among the green of the trees... He sighed. Never serious, are you Vash?

It hurts...
Every time it happens it hurts a little more
And the night gives me little escape,
For I no longer like what I see
When I close my eyes...

The taste of wine was on his lips as he walked down to the plant. He was told to adjust the settings and that\'s what he went to do. As he entered the room he stopped and gazed at Knives bent over working on HIS job. Anger would have been the first to take effect but the alcohol changed his emotions into something, which came as a blur in his mind and warmed his loins ever so slightly. He slowly approached the frail figure. The faint click of his boots was the only warning of his slow and calm onslaught towards and unsuspecting child.

Knives was lost in thoughts of his brother and various other daydreams. He didn\'t notice the looming figure behind him, nor did he have any clue on what was to happen next. Steve became impatient. Slowly, he knelt touching his fingers to his long milk blonde hair, causing Knives to flinch under his unusually gentle hand. He ran it through the strands, which gave away just as the finest silks would have.

Knives jd hid his hair way from Steve\'s groping hands and sat closer to his work. He knew not the reason for this sudden act of tenderness from a man who beat both himself and his brother. He thought if he continued to ignore him he would lose interest and leave him alone.

He never thought he could be so wrong.

A malicious hand from behind covered a mouth stiff with fright, open from the sudden actions. His entire body stiffened as strong arm locked Knives into a violent embrace.

\"You know, the wildest of flames can be the most useful of all...all you need do is contain and control it.” He whispered in his ear softly. \"As long as you\'re able to keep it under control, the possibilities for uses are endless.” A final word before a hot tongue traced the hollows of his neck. Knives shook gently in the arms of a mad man. Escape is what he craved. Finally, over the shock, empty screams stunted by a strong heavy hand hardly made it through the room as he fought the stronger man in vain.

Slowly, his tongue made its slow descent to his shoulder where it lingered, tasting the sweet salt of his skin. Knives kicked franticly, thrashing back and forth. Never had he seen Steve do anything like this before...Thoughts and tears of bitter confusion filled his being as the gentle onslaught of the bigger man\'s mouth continued. Steve became angered at this resistance and thought up a quick planput put an end to his futile attempt for escape.

He smiled when a brilliant idea came to him.
\"I swear boy, if you don\'t stop this... behavior, I will personally see to it that your brother gets everything than what I\'m going to give you twice over...and when I do it, I\'ll make sure it hurts.\"

Vash\'s smiling face flashed between his eyes. Innocence and happiness...everything he wasn\'t...as different as a child and it\'s shadow. No...He wouldn\'t let him suffer, he, he prepared his mind to what ever was planed...It didn\'t really matter anymore after all, as long as he was safe. He was protecting what he envied.... what he loved...his fears and feelings didn\'t matter. So the fight left him and he forced calm into his quaking limbs.
And as Knives screams came to a halt, the hand was removed from his trembling lips. And the frightened child quietly, yet angrily, choked out a question.” What are you going to do to me...?\"

But never again...
I won\'t allow it again.
I refuse to be used any more.
I will put an end to all of your tyranny.

A small smile humored his face as he lightly brushed away a platinum lock from angry and frightened eyes.

\"I\'m going to make you feel wondrous...going to make you forget who you are for a while...you\'ll see...everything will be meaningless...and when you\'re done, and your senses are returned...everything will be different...\" He slowly followed the curves of his chest to sensitive young flesh between his lightly quaking legs. \"No...You will be a man when I\'m through...\" The hand ran its appendages, massaging the flesh right above tender skin.

\"A man...\"

In one swift stroke, the thin cloth was gently removed, exposing pale skin and legs that shuttered at the exposure.

Steve smiled and ran hands up and down his bare thighs, making Knives squeak lightly. How he suppressed his screams...Such and amusing being, the thought.... no different that a human.... Until, he looked at his face and everything in his mind altered its pervious information.

Knives eyes told the tale of total confusion and absolute fear. The face of true purity. He doubted he had ever experienced the sweet embrace of pleasure...even by his own hand. He mentally smirked, by his own hand? What an idea...something he would have to think about when he was older...something to reminded him every time he needed to sate his lusts.... yes... a small reminder every time he is alone...A small laugh came through his slightly cracked lips.

It was then he took the hand of frightened boy and forced him to touch his own flesh in a gentle motion. He watched Knives face light up in horror as he felt his own hand send sparks up his spine and fill his vision with specks of black and white. He cried out and held on to Steve tightly. Everything slowed down, and gently spun as heat filled Knives body. He knew this was wrong...he tried to block the reality of it all with no avail...the feeling was so strong...did he really want it to end...? Shame hit him at that thought...What waspenipening?

\"Feels good, doesn’t it? \"He whispered in his ear.

Knives was too petrified with the pleasure he gave himself. Nothing he had ever done made him feel so.... alive.... and yet so, ashamed. So confused. He hated this man...Why did it feel so good?

Harder and harder the stronger man forced Knives hand. He knew the boy was close. Uneven breath and short moans were all the evidence he needed. Just a little longer...

A muffled scream and it had ended in a white fury. Vision lost, ears ringing, everything lost in an explosion of pleasure. All tension released, energy gone...and then, slowly, everything faded slowly into reality again, as if he had just awoke from a dream. He felt strong arms lie him on the ground, and something hot...something slick, being smeared between his legs, searching until an opening was found.

Nothing came together...the pain...Steve\'s voice...sounded like concern... insides burning...sounds of crying... everywhere, voices of sadness.... all of them wailing and crying...insides becoming tighter...another finger deep inside...wails becoming louder...why couldn\'t Steve hear the screams..? The plants...they wept for him...his people...all throughout the ship, they wept. He wondered if Vash could hear them...he wished for anything but that...If he did, he would be found...and he never wanted Vash to know about this...

And then, the screams died down...and the crying mellowed out. And the fear of being found left him. He didn’t want any one to see him. Not Rem, not Vash...No one...silent tear fell again.
Then, pain turned to something hot, as a gentle finger explored the tightness...A heat that ran through out his body, making him arch, and his loins tighten once again. He shut his eyes tightly. Why was this happening....? What has he done? The sobs became louder and the tears fell faster. Why...?

\"Please...not again...\"a whisper audible to no one but himself. \"...Please...\"


I will make Eden with out any of \"you\".
We will make a new world.
Just for us...
Yes...only us...

Filled to the hilt.... filled beyond capable reason...He could feel the pain lingering from the stress forced on his young body...force which would cause the plants to scream periodically, mourning for the agony of one of their own. He lied face down...Steve\'s hips grinding into is back...exposed to everyone ...entientire existence was nothing but the larger man\'s rough movements and the light pain...he was sure that he was bleeding...but what did it matter? He wanted it all to stop...He wanted everything to end.

Everything...

******

He lied in the bed.... crying. Steve had carried him to his room nearly two hours ago, the images had yet to leave him. The fist full of hair, as something burst, making everything stop...marking the time he withdrew, held him in his arms talking quietly to him in light whispers...he had caught none of it, due to the haze inside. Everything was dead...nothing was real...When Steve realized Knives wasn\'t truly there, he took him to his room, washed the blood from him, sat him in bed and left him.... alone...

Two hours in solitude.... all alone...
No wonder the tears fell noncontrolably...
Hate.... embarrassment...revenge...He want revenge...craved it...
And he would get justice...
He would kill them all...
A small smirk crossed his face...
And the tears stopped...and would seldom ever fall again.

Vash awoke shaking. He had a dream of a desert planet where metal and debris rained from the heavens, and great explosions would fill the night sky. But mostly, there was laughter.... terrible laughter that could freeze your heart and make you tremble under its great weight. It filled his ears and echoed through his mind.... such terrible laughter. It would be a few hours before he\'d be able to fall asleep again...A few hours to drown out the laughter with thoughts of Rem. He knew she\'d save him from laughter...he knew.
******

The next and following months was hell for Knives as the abuse continued...He no longer felt much of anything any more. Numbness protected him from what he should have been feeling...the cold hollowness kept him safe...safe until they came across what he desperately waited for...an Eden where he and his brother could stay safe...an Eden which was governed by the limits of his imagination...

An Eden where he could live with the one he loved and protected...
An Eden for Vash and himself.
Eden...
End of Part 1


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