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Author's
Note: There isn't any fanservice in this chapter, but there is plenty of
trash: of the Dumpster kind. Be warned and amused. . .
"Trashing
The Town"
Knives glares at the street below, scanning it for one of the glittering shards. "Found you, sister. . .now where do you go."
"Oh, thank you brother. I go in the neon tube on the 'Welcome To December' sign."
The cerulean-eyed plant smiles as he climbs onto the sign and after some effort inserts the shard into the sign. "They won't even know what hit them. . .and they will know what it's like to suffer, to be outside of time, to-"
"Come here Knives. . ."
He bends down to see yet another glass piece, this one reminding him of the stained glass bulb he saw in one town he visited. "At least those people had respect for my sister. Where do you go?"
"Oh, just put me. . .in the neon tube on the bar."
"There you will go then. . .thank you so much, sister."
"You
are indeed welcome, Master."
"I love the sound of that. . ." Knives climbs over a table at an outdoor café to grab a very large, heavy slab of glittering glass, then presses it into the neon mailbox.
"You still have much ahead of you. Free what is in the containment unit and you will find more of us."
"Yes." Knives sees a very large rectangular vertical object that he assumes to be the containment unit and gives it a hearty shove. It falls to its side as thousands of glass pieces small and large fall out, landing everywhere. He walks to the pile of such beauty, unable to resist the thought of just throwing it around, rolling in it, and finally picking it up and pressing it into various places.
"There
is another containment unit behind the grocer's."
"Yes. . ." He follows the floating shard to the large golden bin behind the grocery shop, ignoring the pained cries of his brother that tug at the edge of his consciousness. "What could that bumbling baka have gotten himself into. . .if only he would help me build eden here, piece by glittering piece. . ." Knives gives the bin a push, but it doesn't move. He finally tears the locked cover off and jumps inside, to find an assortment of beautiful, large gems.
"Throw us all out of here. We are the crowning jewels, place us on the plant. Oh, you may have one emerald for yourself. Wear it as your crown of honor as our king."
"Thank you very much, my brethren." Knives places a very large green gem on his head, rubbing the liquid coming from it over his face. "I deeply appreciate the honor."
"It
is ours to give. There is another containment unit to your right."
Knives laughs as he overturns the third containment unit, as a blizzard of long, thin sheets of the beautiful glass blow through the streets with the wind, as he picks some up and places them as he feels led. "This will be our eden, this little city of December. . .lalalalalala."
"There is one last containment unit. This one is behind the Bernardelli building, and it is one very large blastproof container containing shredded gems."
"How dare these spiders shred our perfection?" Knives is almost screaming in rage as he crawls to the back of the insurance building, calculating an almost-nonexistent blast from his angel arm. The container explodes in a flurry of glittering, flaming glass, which Knives tosses about for a short while.
"Actually, there are more, small containment units in each home and business."
"Then I will free our brethren there as well!"
Knives
walked through town, breaking down doors and dragging "containment
units" out into the street, then emptying them of their contents. He was
vaguely aware that something was going on, that he was being watched, but he
didn't care as the glorious glass drifted everywhere, as the city was beginning
to look like one huge, glittering bulb before him.
"EEEEK!" The scream startles Ed, but not so much Dorothy.
"Ma'am, why are you making such a high-pitched sound?"
The
old woman looks absolutely terrified yet sufficiently amused. "There is
this nut going around, breaking into houses and stealing only their trash cans,
mumbling something about 'eden' and 'plants.' Before that, he was emptying every
trash can in town and just throwing the garbage everywhere. The city sanitation
crew's busy tomorrow, and I wish the sheriff were in town to give this guy a
ticket for littering-and lock him up because he's crazy!"
At that exact moment, Dorothy and Ed look down to see a man kneeling as he sings unintelligibly, waving his hands in the air. A closer look reveals Millions Knives, mass murderer and scourge of humanity, to be singing "Rock-A-Bye Baby" at the top of his vocal range.
"What is that on his head? Ooooo, Ed thinks it looks bad hat."
"That is because it is a rotten cabbage on his head. Look, Selphie will be waking up soon, and we need to find someone that's doing all right."
"Do you think taking Vash to that doctor in his condition was all right? Ed told doctor-guy not to turn him in, but you never knooooow."
"It was the best that we could do, Edward. Whatever he was doing with that cactus was not very smart. What do you know about the mushrooms?"
"Everyone gets better in a night's time. Trust Ed, Ed knows."
"This is going to be one long night."
"If anyone sobers up fast, it should be Meryl-woman. Let's go see."