31_days | [13-May-2007][Trigun] Her Little Angels

Title: Her Little Angels
Day/Theme: May 13: angel food
Series: Trigun (manga based)
Character/Pairing: Vash, Knives, Rem
Rating: G
Word Count: 962
Spoilers: If you don't know about Knives, you probably shouldn't be reading this...
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It didn't take long for the cake to bake, but Knives was impatient. And when Rem finally set it out on top of the ship's main oven to cool, both he and Vash gathered around expectantly once she was out of eyesight.

"Rem said it would fall if we weren’t careful," he'd whispered to Vash as they stared at the spongy yellow circlet, both hungry and excited. "Do you think it really would have"?

Vash wasn't paying attention, he was too busy drooling, eyes locked on the steaming sponge cake.

"What did she call it again, Knives?" he had finally whispered back, clearly still in awe.

"Angel food," Knives replied in that matter of fact way he always adopted when explaining something, looking suddenly like a young philosopher. "She said something about it being light and fluffy like an angel's wing...I think."

"And, she said we're angels right? Her angels?"

"She was just playing Vash, it's one of those 'figure of speech' thingies, you know-"

"No, no! I think she was serious," Vash's eyes widened as he pushed a strand of flaxen hair out of his eyes, "and if we're angels...then maybe this is just for us, right?"

"Your logic is horrible," Knives sighed, suddenly grimacing as his stomach growled, "still...maybe she wouldn't mind if we sorta tried it first, you know, just so we can let her know if it's good?"

***

Rem's smile disappeared when she came back into the kitchen at the end of her shift, replaced by a look of bemused surprise. The scene that greeted her wasn't exactly what she had been expecting. Vash was curled up on the plush carpet underneath one of the dining area tables, cake crumbs still stuck to his cheeks and nose, lost in the sort of sleep known only to the dead and the very full, snoring softly.

On top of the table, the remainder of the cake sprawled on its side, a messy heap of half-eaten spongy stickiness. And though Knives had managed to stay in the chair before it, his head burrowed into the inside of one crooked elbow, the other hand still clutching at a chunk of the spongy cake, he appeared to be equally unconscious.

"Knives," Rem had finally managed in the sternest 'mother voice' she could imagine, waking him. "What did actually happen here?"

He'd raised his head then, slowly, eyes glazed, face still covered in the cake's sticky glaze.

"Rem," he'd whispered faintly after a short pause, looking a little nauseated, eyes sweeping over the disaster that had once been that perfect golden circlet of Rem's cake.

"Yes," she'd brought her hands up to her hips.

"Vash was wrong again. I..I don't think angel food cake is really for angels after all."