[Complete] On Top of the World || Lili

[Vash Alois Zwingli]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #333333; padding: 5px; width: 210px, bTable] WHAT IS THIS FEELING? Sometimes, he didn't feel like he had a reason to wake up. Though it would be useful to wake up and prove to the world that he doesn't sleep with a rifle in his bed. Not that he did, unless you counted having the rifle locked up in the closet as sleeping with a rifle. Well then. He did have a reason to wake up every day. And not because she insists he wake up. She actually would try to encourage him to go back to sleep, that the work hours were probably late and that he needed this rest. Not that that was always the truth. It was painful to lie about any injuries or bruises, to tell her that it was okay. For all he knew, he could end up in the hospital or shot in the line of work... and he would have to lie. And she would never know. He'll keep her away from his line of work... and of course, keep a will to survive. He would hate to leave her and let her eternal sunlight grow overcast. He woke up to the smell of the tea she brewed and the tarts she baked. 'She didn't need to do that,' he thought. As usual. She always seemed to overdo herself and go out of her way to do such kind deeds. He forced himself out of bed and put on a pair of slippers. He walked down the winding stairs into the kitchen. The granite counters and floor were spotless, shining like diamonds. She seems to have cleaned up after last night's mess with the chocolate fondue... which he was going to do when he got up. She really didn't need to do that. He was technically her guardian, though she has come of age, so he should be doing these things for her... The sound of her humming that tune from that movie somewhat annoying and catchy movie The Sound of Music was a sound that he was welcomed by. "Guten morgan, Schwester," Vash said, repressing a yawn. Those tarts smelled really good... Everything smelled really good in this house. The garden outside was well-tended, the smell of those pastries, the tea... It always seemed sunnier in this house when she was around. though Vash does regret that she's also the one cleaning it... IT IS STRONG, YET SO PURE

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343 Words Vash + Lili Note: N/A

Lili never actually minded doing any of the things she did, despite how distraught they seemed to make her brother. He was always working, always tired, and always seemed to come home sore in some way or another. She didn’t mind, so what difficulty was it to just make sure the usually-spotless house continued to remain that way? Though, yes, the mess from last night certainly survived longer than normal, but she took care of that as soon as she woke up that morning. In the end, the house would always return to the state of cleanliness it had been the day before – that being impeccably. But she never minded. Every chore she did was with a smile. “Guten Morgen, Bruder!” Lili greeted back, possibly a little too cheerfully given the early morning. The tarts had just been pulled out of the oven by the time he made his way into the kitchen. His timing was perfect, but Lili didn’t expect any less of Vash. “They’re hot, watch yourself.” She warned, slipping the steaming pastries off their pan and into a plate at their table. The tea was also served and set down right next to his plate on a small saucer, before she decided it was time to help herself to the fruits of her labor. “Did you sleep well? How do you feel today?” He still looked tired, but after breakfast she was confident he’d be chipper and awake! … as chipper as Vash Zwingli was capable of being. If not, she’d demand he go back to sleep for an hour or two. As always. But that’s when she noticed it. New, visible only to an eye that has trained itself to catch such wounds. It was hidden up on his forehead, behind his bangs, a purplish lump from… something. Lili’s eyes narrowed with concern as she walked over and carefully brushed his golden hair out of the way. She clicked her tongue, disappointed and frowned heavily. “Again? Vash, please, you need to be careful. Someone’s going to really hurt you…”

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[Vash Alois Zwingli]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #333333; padding: 5px; width: 210px, bTable] WHAT IS THIS FEELING? Really, he couldn't help but feel guilty every time she cleaned up. It was true. He always came back sore, tired, or pissed off, probably from one of the Kirklands, particularly the schiesse Donald gives him. Taking it all during the day (and admittedly the night) does do a number on you. Of course, dealing with cleaning the house after putting your life on the line can be taxing. It's not surprising that Vash had days that he felt as if he wanted to call it quits, but it was something that made him feel guilty. What if one day, he didn't come back? What if he was stuck in the hospital? You can't say you did that at a bank. Lying to her was never pleasant. Bankers don't get injuries. "They're hot, watch yourself." she warned. Oh gott, her hospitality was a lot to take as well. Everything, when she is around, is always all right. Maybe this is why things always felt so wrong and so right She asks if he slept well. Define well. Define what a good feeling is. He really was tired. And running out of stories to use as excuses. Trying to hide the truth was difficult. Especially since he had an honesty policy for her and himself. Especially since his whole job is to lie. "I slept fine, I swear—" Then she noticed the bump. You're disappointing, Vash. "I am being careful," he said. If your definition of careful involves trying not to get shot and hitting your head on a beam. Considering I'm not shot, I'm very careful. Ah, typical days. IT IS STRONG, YET SO PURE

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“I am being careful.” Vash retorted. He didn’t move away from her hand as she inspected the new wound, fingers hovering but not touching. How did bankers come home with such injuries as often as Vash did? Perhaps it was his hospitable, welcoming, cheerful personality that earned him such thanks from his customers. Actually, that didn’t sound too unlikely an excuse. Vash was a difficult man to deal with, sometimes. “Not careful enough, it seems.” There was a sharp exhale and she removed her hand, allowing his bangs to fall back down and shield the bruise from view. “I’ll get you some ice if it hurts. It still looks very swollen.” She offered, but she was already heading off across the kitchen to slip some ice into a bag. “I don’t understand how you even let this happen, Bruder. You’re more than capable of holding you own against anyone that throws a punch.” Lili continued her small tirade even as she returned back to the table. “I’m sure I irritate you when I worry, but I’m afraid someone is going to attack you with… you know. An actual weapon.” She whispered this cautiously, as if somewhere someone was listening and might take it as a suggestion. Though perhaps anyone with the guts to take a gun into a bank would have a bigger prize in mind than the life of Vash Zwingli. She finished her mini–rant as she sat down and lay the chilled bag of ice down on the dark wooden table. Her wrist briefly brushed against the card she had received recently from a customer, which she forgot to place in her room in her haste to clean the kitchen. She looked at it for a moment, then smiled and silently moved it to the side, away from any falling crumbs or splashes of tea. “One day I’ll have to go to the bank myself and give your bully a stern talking-to.” She said finally, before munching on one of the tarts.

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[Vash Alois Zwingli]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #333333; padding: 5px; width: 210px, bTable] WHAT IS THIS FEELING? Couldn't a man be accident prone if he so desired? This routine was getting too old. He had been lucky to not land himself in the hospital, because explaining a bullet in the knee would be difficult to explain. Even with his great marksmanship, his best suit was negotiation. Unfortunately, some criminals enjoyed negotiating with their fists. "I'll get you some ice if it hurts. It still looks very swollen," she offered. Before he could protest, she was already up to go get the ice. Damn it, she never gave him time to say he was very much capable of doing things by himself. He was actually capable of making things in the kitchen. He could make some pretty good treats, but she would always offer to be on kitchen duty. She pretty much owned the kitchen at this point. The only time he really got to use the kitchen was if he got back home earlier than her and decided to surprise her... if he had the energy. You simply do not stop her from doing what she intends to... because you don't want to. The hospitality was contagious and you never took advantage of it. "I'm sure I irritate you when I worry, but I'm afraid someone is going to attack you with... you know. An actual weapon." Ah, isn't that close to the truth. Those lawless folk tended to have, I don't know, actual weapons, not those nice Nerf guns. They didn't play friendly with their toys. No one did. Of course, Vash knew how to play with actual weapons, cheat at the game even. Not that he waved that fact around. Lili knew he had a gun in the house, but he didn't specify that he had a whole arsenol locked up somewhere. "I doubt Manaria Bank's security system will allow weapons to go through the doors, so I really don't worry about that. The bruise really doesn't matter, things happen." he said, conjuring yet another believable lie. You can't help but worry for your life when you have a gun pressed against your neck. Unfortunately, he won't be having that gun at his neck in the bank. There were much less holy places to get shot in the neck. "One day, I will have to go to the bank myself and give your bully a stern talking-to." Oh goodness, he has to divert from this. Going to the bank wasn't good for keeping a cover. Find something, find something... that vase. "You really don't need to do that... who exactly had the nerve to buy flowers from you and give them back?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at the vase at the center table. Clever flirting trick... probably something even Vash would do. It was a cheap trick, but who the heck would have the nerve to give Vash Zwingli's sister flowers? IT IS STRONG, YET SO PURE

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379 Words Vash + Lili Note: N/A

The imagery Lili conjured in her mind when she had to see her brother with any sort of injury was nothing short of terrifying – to her. Mild to others, maybe, but just the thought of someone striking her brother filled her with both fear and anger. Who would seriously hurt her brother like this? He was a hard man to work with sometimes, but her certainly didn’t deserve to ever be hit. Despite all of his assurances otherwise, she couldn’t help but worry. It was her job, just like he would often worry about her despite her doing obviously harmless things. It was a cycle of siblings being worrywarts. As a Zwingli herself, Lili was understandably susceptible to the same feelings. Ah, it was frustrating sometimes… "I doubt Manaria Bank's security system will allow weapons to go through the doors, so I really don't worry about that. The bruise really doesn't matter, things happen.” What Vash said was, nonetheless, true. Banks generally had brutal security systems. To get a weapon into one, especially his, would require either an incredible amount of arms, or a wit sharp enough to simply bypass everything. Neither of those things comforted his sister. “It could happen.” Lili insisted, face heavy with a frown. “You never know…” Unsurprisingly, Vash quickly changed the subject when Lili brought up the idea of going to the bank herself. He always did that if she even so much as mentioned such things. "You really don't need to do that... who exactly had the nerve to buy flowers from you and give them back?" Crap. Lili did forget to clean out the gifts from the night before. Vash’s reaction was completely expected. He tended to effortlessly notice anything that might set off his Big Brother Alarm. God forbid he find the cookies. She didn’t want to give a name. Donald had done nothing wrong and with a name Vash could possibly track him down. “It was a man that just stopped by yesterday.” Lili explained, her face visibly nervous. She didn’t fear her brother, oh no. She feared for anyone else he might point his hatred at. “He was very sweet, Vash! Even if he did buy my flowers—honestly, I’m a florist. He didn’t have much of a choice."

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[Vash Alois Zwingli]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #333333; padding: 5px; width: 210px, bTable] WHAT IS THIS FEELING? She really shouldn't trouble herself... it was a shame that he had to always worry about coming home unscathed. He hated it, the things that she probably could imagine. She worried too often because of his constant injuries. She worries way too often and always nurses him, even if he needs no nurse. It was painful that her worry was a misuse of her imagination. Her imagination shouldn't be steeped in worry. It should be steeped in the books that he had read to her as a young child, in a castle fairytale world that London could lend itself to be. Safe here at home, safe and sound, tending to the flowers, and staying in this world and never poking her head into his world. Of course, he can't keep her here forever, but he'll keep her here for as long as he can. It was always a frustrating cycle, but it would be something that he would have to keep going through. The signed Don't See, Don't Tell Secrecy Act unfortunately bars him from saying anything. And if she knew the truth, he would be forced to resign because of her worry and her insistence. "It could happen. You never know..." she said. That worry. Again, that worry. For all he knew, he would start worrying for himself. A nervous chuckle. Maybe he was going to start worrying. Too late, he's always worrying. Of course, in his awkward Swiss manner, he changed the subject. Dwelling on the topic of the bank was always a tad bit uncomfortable. If only he really did take up banking, but no he probably wouldn't be here if he took up banking. Taking a banking job in Switzerland is much more safe. Those flowers got a reaction. Yes, crap. Which meant he probably would have to beat the crap out of someone in his mind. And of course, with the Big Brother Alarm, one does not simply dismiss flowers. Especially when your sister is a florist. Who is this up-start? He probably hasn't even known her for too long. If he was a bit more honorable, there would be more gifts, like cookies or cards or teddy bears or corgis. “It was a man that just stopped by yesterday. He was very sweet, Vash! Even if he did buy my flowers—honestly, I’m a florist. He didn’t have much of a choice.” she said, her face definitely betraying nervousness. Looks like he definitely was able to get her off the topic of going to the bank. "How long have you known this man? And there are many different gifts you can give someone, like that Belgian Chocolate shop down the street. Really now, you can't be giving into this man's poppycock! Did you make him pay a higher price at least? I won't have you won over the cheap gesture of having a guy buy something from you and give it to you as a gift. And how are the security measures in the shop?" And so it begins. IT IS STRONG, YET SO PURE

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414 Words Vash + Lili Note: N/A

Uh oh, there it was. The stream of questions and accusations Lili was afraid she would be getting. Of course, she expected it entirely. Vash had said similar exactly twice before while interrogating her, once after seeing her with a boy in the park (whom she had just met) and again when he found out his precious sister had been out on a date with another. He promptly intimidated them into never getting near her again, which was a shame because the second one seemed nice enough. Vash barely let Lili get a word in as he continued to pour forth words he must have rehearsed over and over. It was as if he had a speech planned for every possible situation his sister could get into, and all Lili could do was stare at him and flinch if his words got particularly harsh. He had a knack for judging people he’d never met before, and Lili had developed over the years a rebellious tendency to stop taking 100% of what he said too seriously. “Okay, first thing’s first. We have an alarm.” He asked security measures. He’d want to know about that first. He took the utmost precautions in the house. Passive safety was his number one concern. “We’re about as secure as any other shop on the street.” “I haven’t known him very long, I admit.” Lili bit her lip. That wasn’t what Vash would want to hear—no, maybe it was a conflicting answer. Her knowing him for a long time would indicate a man slipped through his keen watch, though a newly-met upstart would mean someone brand new was trying to mosey in on his precious sister. Agh. She couldn’t lie… “He didn’t really buy them and hand them right to me, you know…” It was hard explaining herself through her brother’s expectant glares. “He left for a few hours. I only found what he left when I closed the store. He never actually gave them to me.” Won over? Really Vash? It was a kind gesture from someone she had only just met, and given the lovely company he was she was more than happy to accept his token of newfound friendship.“I think you’re overreacting, Vash. I’m not ‘won over,’ but I’m not about to chase someone away that wants to be friends. Really, you never do this if they happen to be female.” But then again, females don't normally leave her flowers on the step of her workplace.

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[Vash Alois Zwingli]

Up in Flames We have slowly gone He couldn't help it, really. Men being out for his younger sister... well, it was a cruel, cruel world. Anyone could stab you in the back right off the bat and use you. She didn't deserve to feel how it felt like to be stabbed in the back and to have her heart torn into pieces until you just couldn't feel. To have thought someone really loved you and then find that everything had gone up in flames in a moment's notice. He couldn't be too sure if it really was their influence or under her own volition to have left something that was so happy, but he knew he wanted to keep that feeling away from his precious younger sister. That, and he wanted to keep his sister safe from a greater secret. If this was what he was going to need to do to keep her form asking any further questions, so be it. And hey, if she wasn't going to take his every word, some of it had to go through, right? Isn't it proven that the more a person hears something, the more that they would believe it to be true? He had to provide enough words to come from two people. Their father would have perhaps done this for Lili, lecturing her on the evils of men. Or even their mother. But for now, Vash will have to be the one doing the job. “Okay, first thing’s first. We have an alarm. We're about as secure as any other shop on the street," she said. "I know that it's secure, I'm the one paying extra for security to make it even more secure than any other shop on Sloane. But that security's useless if a guy like that is already a customer and you're letting them in," Vash said. Of course, he knew that his point was already bent the moment he mentioned security. There were many ways to argue out of that one. “I haven’t known him very long, I admit. He didn’t really buy them and hand them right to me, you know…" she said, biting her lip. At least he was getting some point of his argument across. Maybe it was his glaring that helped bring his point across. "But why would he be buying them in the first place and then giving them to you if he just met you? Don't you find that a little suspicious?" “He left for a few hours. I only found what he left when I closed the store. He never actually gave them to me. I think you’re overreacting, Vash. I’m not ‘won over,’ but I’m not about to chase someone away that wants to be friends. Really, you never do this if they happen to be female.” Ah, but he would if it were a certain female. But other than, that... "I really didn't expect you to accept flowers. Especially with the circumstances— Is he... is he still leaving those paper flowers? I heard you swear that you wouldn't be accepting flowers after that bastard just—" "Just defiled you and left you like this..." he thought. words: 528 notes: enjoy dear tags: lili adelaide zwingli lyrics: coldplay - up in flames Made by Oblivion of BTN

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317 Words Vash + Lili Note: N/A

Listening to him made her shift uncomfortably in her chair and look awkwardly to the side. "But why would he be buying them in the first place and then giving them to you if he just met you? Don't you find that a little suspicious?" … She should have tried harder to hide them. She knew he’d bring this up and interrogate her and now she was regretting it. She sighed heavily and shrugged her shoulders in exasperation, softly saying his name. “I appreciate your concern, Vash. I really do—but if they have innocent intentions it’s okay. If they have other things in mind, well… How easy do you think I am?” Certain things unmentioned, she had some standards. She wasn’t going to cling to someone’s arm over flowers! Who even did that? Okay, don’t answer that. There were people who did questionable things with less provocation. But still, Lili was not one of those girls! Vash needn’t worry about her! "I really didn't expect you to accept flowers. Especially with the circumstances— Is he... is he still leaving those paper flowers? I heard you swear that you wouldn't be accepting flowers after that bastard just—" She stood up suddenly and she glared at him, lips pursed tightly in a thin, irritated line. “I-I’m over that.” Her voice shook, partially out of anger at both him and the man in question. “I’m over it, Vash! I can find a boyfriend if I wanted!” She pushed the plate towards the center of the table and groaned. “Not everyone is like him. Vash… there’s someone out there, alright? For me? Maybe this is him.” She began to leave, but stopped mid-step and simply fell back into her chair, dropping her face into her palms. “You like holding that against me, don’t you? I made a mistake, I accept that. I don’t want it to haunt me forever…”

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[Vash Alois Zwingli]

Up in Flames We have slowly gone It is the beauty of innocence and pease that truly appealed to him. He felt a magnetic pull towards something he had lost, something he believes is not replaceable. He simply wished to preserve the purity he called sister. Bless her righteous soul, and may it never be tainted. He was disillusioned and believed he could protect something that had been lost. "I appreciate your concern, Vash. I really do— but if they have innocent intentions, it's okay. If they have other things in mind, well... How easy do you think I am?" Lili is a strong girl. Vash was very certain of that. He never doubted in her strength, nor did he believe her to be weak. She was perhaps one of the strongest girls in his life. A steadfast, unchanging part of the world. If she were stirred, he would be shaken. To see an angel be stripped of its wings is a painful thing to watch. The light and the descent would only blind. "I don't think you're easy. You just... please keep your guard up. Worrying about you is never easy. People aren't as good intentioned  as they believe even themselves to be." Even the sheep themselves do not believe that they wear skins. They themselves forget that they are the wolves that they fear. He forgot she was a wolf in her own ways. She was not going to be absent from the fray, no matter how he would like to keep her blind of it. She's numb with how aware she was, how she knew how the beautiful snow cuts with the knife of cold. The way she glared at him was a reminder that she was not a dainty flower, but a mountain rose. Thorns to protect, a glass case built to preserve. "I-I'm over that. I'm over it, Vash! I can find a boyfriend if I wanted! Not everyone is like him. Vash... there's someone out there, alright? For me? Maybe this is him." He was taken aback, yet he refused to show it. She's a grown woman who has found her place. She's not that traumatized young girl of nineteen whose English was almost incomprehensible and whose eyes were locked to the ground. Does she really need to be saved? He had gotten used to saving that he now mixes the need to protect with the need to save. Save and protect have become synonyms, and he doesn't feel satisfied either way. "Really now? You're going to put your faith in this? In some smooth-talking, flower purchasing stranger? Someone you barely met? You won't even consider someone you at least already have a good friendship with? Dean, I would somewhat approve of. I don't even know who the hell gave you these flowers. Stop dwelling on such nonsense. You of all people should have learned that. You'e a smart girl, and I won't tolerate you running into such a dead-end state of mind!" He literally would have been a bit nicer about the situation if it were Dean. He came from good money, was courteous, and had taken tea with the siblings, but at the moment, hasn't shown any romantic intentions. But besides the point, Vash believed that love was a stalemate. It was a bitterness. He knew what it tasted like, to be in a cold war where both drink from the cup of bitterness and expect the other to die. And he didn't want her drinking from that cup any longer. "You like holding that against me, don't you? I made a mistake, I accept that. I don't want it to haunt me forever." His gaze fell to the flowers in the vase on the kitchen counter. White tulips and rainflower. "One sided love" and "I love you back, I must atone for my sins, I will never forget you." THe flowers in that vase had been grown, picked, and arranged by Vash. He wasn't watching his flower language. "I don't want it to haunt you forever. It haunts..." he said.  "It's been haunting me." he thought. words: 678 notes: for flower language, I used this tags: lili adelaide zwingli lyrics: coldplay - up in flames Made by Oblivion of BTN

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551 Words Vash + Lili Note: N/A

"Worrying about you is never easy," He said, as if he was the only one in the family that ever did worrying. He knew just how much she cared and how much she constantly asked about how he was doing when he came home hurt. she frowned heavily, lower lip protruding slightly in a pout. "People aren't as good intentioned as they believe even themselves to be." Well, of course that was true, Vash... there were a lot of people in the world who made a living off deceit, but surely deceiving a girl with a flower shop wasn't high priority? She wasn't rich-- well, not on her own, of course. It's be easy to use her to get to Vash, but it looked like many people were trying to get to Vash directly. So maybe she was just the alternative route? Still, that begged the question of why any potential thief would waste time wooing his target when simply kidnapping her would achieve the same goal, but more quickly. As they argued over her state of mind after the terrible break-up with her lovely former boyfriend, she took a moment within herself to doubt what she was saying. She heard herself stammer... maybe it was a lie. A convincing lie, though, she wasn't normally able to do such things, so maybe it wasn't a lie to begin with. He threw all sorts of questions at her, all of which made that biting of her lip to grow even more nervous. She hated interrogations, and it was all she could do to not simply avert her eyes elsewhere. "You're asking me to just... you know. Stop. Before anything even gets started." she began. "Dean hasn't shown even the least bit of interest outside of a casual friendship - believe me, I've asked him. And sure, I may not know who this new man is yet, but I'm not going to tell him to get out of my face on that fact alone!" She wasn't going to get anywhere if she kept being scared of the world around her. And she was also terribly unaware of what Vash had gone through to implant him in his state of mind. Where Lili was much too trusting, even with her trust trampled upon, Vash was too bitter to ever trust again. Even if Dean was the man in question, Lili was certain this conversation would have happened anyway. "I don't want it to haunt you forever. It haunts..." He began, but did not finish. His sister's eyes curiously watched his features for any sign of faltering, any page left open that she could read. The air in the house was heavy, and was terribly juxtaposed with the bright flowers that graced the table and counter - assuming, of course, one is not like Lili and Vash, both of whom were fluent in the language of flowers and other natural plants. What Vash might have looked over Lili was unable to ignore, and the message spelled out in the vase was somber at best. Lili stood up from the table and silently made her way over to her brother, and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. "If you want me to stop making you worry, then you have your own end of the bargain to keep."

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[Vash Alois Zwingli]

Up in Flames We have slowly gone It pained him to know that he made her worry. She saw him with bruises and broken arms, cuts and scrapes, yards and yards of bandage. He couldn't deny that she was worried often. She wasn't a stupid girl. She knew most bankers didn't get hurt. Not the way he did. She simply wouldn't stop with the asking and the worrying, the constant worrying. If she wasn't studying *****, he could have sworn that she would have taken up a nursing degree. "I'm... sorry that I won't be able to make such promises," he said, old despite the warmth of her embrace. He sounded like a ghost of the man he once was, unlike himself, pausing from the world. Perhaps it was from the shock or it was from the remembering or realizing, but it was difficult to say and fathom. Vash, you messed up a person, don't mess up with the only thing you have right. He can't promise to stop getting hurt. He can't promise her that she will stop worrying. He can't even promise her that he would always be there. That he would walk her down the aisle one day. That he would ever reach a mutual agreement with her future husband. That he would live to approve of a man. That he would someday hold her firstborn daughter and spoil her beyond reason, raise her up like a princess. He would never see her at the front row of his own wedding, he decided. He would never have her babysit his own children. That, he was certain. Never a promise to escape his lips. Promises are meant to always be fulfilled. He simply couldn't promise. Even to himself. There were no promises or certainties, no way to say, nothing for sure. What he thought to be certain, what he had thought would be permanent... it had cracked. His permanence had been broken. He had broken it himself, in all his rage and bitterness. Broken it under his own accord. It hurts even more that he had kept proof of his own insolence. It was their mother's, given to her by their father. He was going to use it for the same purpose. It only does him harm to keep such a thing. She, who would have received it, would never wear it at this point if he tried to give it to her. He had no right to give it to her now. He would never be able to unless anyone else came along. From the last time he remembered, she was happy with her new boyfriend. He was a professor from Asia or something. Their love was perhaps not naive and young like the love Vash and her had shared. It was perhaps a wiser one. They weren't living together yet from what Vash had heard, but it was thought that she's never been happier. "I can promise but this: I'll try hard not to worry too much about you if you take it all slowly and use common sense. No accepting gifts from people you just met, okay? That, and I would like to meet this guy who gave you the flowers. He has good chose in flowers here," he smiled. words: 537 notes: too much introspection oops tags: lili adelaide zwingli lyrics: coldplay - up in flames Made by Oblivion of BTN

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476 Words Vash + Lili Note: N/A

"I'm... sorry that I won't be able to make such promises," That is what she heard him say as she squeezed him tighter. That wasn't what she wanted to hear, not at all! That did nothing to calm her nerves or make her feel better, that did nothing to calm her worries or have the potential to make everything all better. No... no, that isn't what she wanted to hear. They sat there in silence for a while as Lili mulled over futilely what she should be saying. No, no sound came out of her mouth as she simply savored the quiet moment after such a tense conversation. Arguments like that, even if the argument was fairly mild, was a unwelcome rarity in the household. She hated fighting him as much as she hated fighting everyone else, but conceded long ago that she wasn't able to sit under his thumb as she might have if she were younger. She wanted more than anything to protect him the way he wanted to protect her, to keep him an important asset in her life -- he was the one family she had left that she could connect with. Two utterly inseparable children who remained such as adults... sort of. But he was precious and when he disapproved she felt it somehow compromised their relationship. She lost him once and desperately did not wish to lose him again. "Could you make me any promise, Vash? Any at all?" her voice was soft, pleading... scared. Her eyes said it all, the way they dulled at that lack of a promise... She pulled out of his hug, her frown heavy on her face. "I just want some kind of sign or-- or a guarantee that there won't be a day when you just don't come home at all!" And every time she saw him hurt, it reminded her of that possibility. She couldn't bear to lose her last bit of family. It would break her, certainly. "I can promise but this: I'll try hard not to worry too much about you if you take it all slowly and use common sense. No accepting gifts from people you just met, okay? That, and I would like to meet this guy who gave you the flowers. He has good choice in flowers here," he said to her with a smile. Vash had such a nice smile... it was a pity it was an expression he didn't make as often as she remembered. She breathed a terse, defeated sign. This wasn't what she wanted, but she could accept this compromise. It was better than nothing. "I'd still feel bad throwing them back at them but... I'll try. Alright." She conceded. "If he stops by again I'll be sure to tell him that! If, you know... we need to have him meet you."

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[Vash Alois Zwingli]

Up in Flames We have slowly gone Those words simply made the hug even tighter. She only held on tighter... and he wished he could stay hanging on. If only this world weren't so cruel, his career simply an obsolete fantasy used for movies, and humans weren't so evil! If only humans could defeat the root of their evil and overcome their natures, if only they could see that problems may be eradicated in this way. The evil does not lie only in the man that you wish to end, but in you yourself. But Schwester, Schwester dear... simply the rarity of the world. The rare specimen of purity, of goodness, of no contempt, but that was simply his perception. Everyone was consumed in some way, given their greed and pride... A silence was a wall between them. There was no words, yet she never released her embrace. This was a cruelty, to know that this was how things was going to work and this is the direction things would head in... she wasn't a young girl anymore. She wasn't that little girl he left for school. She wasn't as innocent as he perhaps remembered her, but that didn't stop him from seeing her as someone that he must protect from all corruption. Protect. Preserve. Persevere for. And he forgets that he himself needs protection as well.  "Could you make me any promise, Vash? Any at all? I just want some kind of sign or-- or a guarantee that there won't be a day when you just don't come home at all!" And he couldn't give her that guarantee. Even if it weren't for his line of work, there were just so many other ways that things could go. Life was cruel in how the cards it dealt, and sometimes the cards it dealt could be both desirable or undesirable. On the bad side, he could be killed in his line of work, or severely injured that he could be hospitalized (not that he has had to go through that yet, luckily). On the good side, he could perhaps go on some unannounced vacation with a pretty lady and not come back home for six months, something that seemed fashionable to get away from reality. Of course, he couldn't see himself being dealt a good card, nor would he accept it: He didn't deserve it. People simply accepted the love they thought they  deserved. And frankly, he doesn't know if he should accept his sister's love with how much grief he could give her, how much angst, how much worry, how much sorrow. People like these do not deserve to watch the ones they love hurt themselves. And he regrets every moment.  All he could do is give her a promise and a smile. A smile he had given up on long ago.  "I'd still feel bad throwing them back at them but... I'll try. Alright. If he stops by again I'll be sure to tell him that! If, you know... we need to have him meet you." "I do have to meet him. Maybe I can meet him a bit sooner. Do you happen to know his name?" And in that moment, he decided to concede. If he was going to end eventually, he would make certain that she had someone to treasure her and protect her. words: 551 notes: sorry ahhhh tags: lili adelaide zwingli lyrics: coldplay - up in flames Made by Oblivion of BTN