Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. I do, however, own a crapload of
merchandise, including cd/soundtrack, movies, action figures, mangas, and
have a life sized Vash and Kuroneko-sama on my wall. It's pretty weird
because Kuroneko's eyes were painted with glow in the dark paint. Pretty
creepy at night.
Author's notes: This is for Darkangel Rose. ************************************************************************
Allegro. It is a musical term, for those of you not well read. It means to give a piece of music spirit, vibrancy. To give hope, I suppose, to those trapped in despair. Those trapped in their own self-hatred and the hatred of men around them. To give this term femininity, change the word to Allegra. And then she is the one to save me.
Few people truly understand the concept of true sibling devotion. I for one understand utterly. Only one in my entire existence has shown me true devotion to their sibling other than my own, and he is more than human, beyond human. He is an angel to save me, my Master. His devotion to his brother is pure.
And yet I become jealous.
Forgive me, Master, for this is an incredible sin on my part, for trying to pry you of your devotion while I am a mere human, but it is an emotion I as a human cannot control.
When I was four, still a child but not innocent, (I was never innocent) came to me from the womb of my mother a child. She was the one, I knew at that time, that I could come to trust, and even feel affection for. She was beautiful but I knew beyond that, she was like me.
From a young age I did not want to be touched. Being hugged and held and kissed made me feel like a slave against my own will. Sometimes it seemed that their inanity would rub into me. However, at the birth of my sister, I felt I could be touched without needing to pull away.
When I was twelve and she was eight, we decided to kill our parents.
It was simple. Our father was not really our father anyway; our true father had left when my sister was born. He insisted we were demons.
Unfortunately he was wrong. We are human.
I had only begun to pull in my power and control it, and my sister had only just tapped into her own power.
I entered the mind of my stepfather and forced him to pull a gun on my mother, and then shoot himself.
It was wonderful.
It was messy, in all probability because he struggled against me.
I didn't make it easy on him.
We were taken to an orphanage but we quickly escaped. We lived on the streets. Together we made a wonderful team.
We didn't have much to eat in those times. My sister was withering, so I rarely ate, instead I would give her the food she needed to survive. I would get enormously ill at those times, and often it was hard for me to walk because of my hunger. I did, however, to feed my sister. I would eat what little she had left over.
I could not use my powers at those times, I had not the energy. It made things dreadfully difficult for me.
Remember, Master, I am merely human and have not the strength you have. Do not lose patience with me, I implore you.
It was when I was fourteen and she ten when the worst happened. Humans tried to take us back to the orphanage, but she would not go.
She refused.
She had more energy than I had; therefore her power was stronger and more able.
I assure you Master, you would have loved her. She sacrificed everything for me.
She killed the man who held me. She told me to run, so I ran. I believed her to be able to take care of herself.
But she couldn't.
They killed her.
I washed myself thoroughly where I had been touched by those humans who killed my sister. Their contact was abhorrent; I needed to retch but could merely form dry heaves cause of lack of eating.
That is when you found me.
Author's notes: This is for Darkangel Rose. ************************************************************************
Allegro. It is a musical term, for those of you not well read. It means to give a piece of music spirit, vibrancy. To give hope, I suppose, to those trapped in despair. Those trapped in their own self-hatred and the hatred of men around them. To give this term femininity, change the word to Allegra. And then she is the one to save me.
Few people truly understand the concept of true sibling devotion. I for one understand utterly. Only one in my entire existence has shown me true devotion to their sibling other than my own, and he is more than human, beyond human. He is an angel to save me, my Master. His devotion to his brother is pure.
And yet I become jealous.
Forgive me, Master, for this is an incredible sin on my part, for trying to pry you of your devotion while I am a mere human, but it is an emotion I as a human cannot control.
When I was four, still a child but not innocent, (I was never innocent) came to me from the womb of my mother a child. She was the one, I knew at that time, that I could come to trust, and even feel affection for. She was beautiful but I knew beyond that, she was like me.
From a young age I did not want to be touched. Being hugged and held and kissed made me feel like a slave against my own will. Sometimes it seemed that their inanity would rub into me. However, at the birth of my sister, I felt I could be touched without needing to pull away.
When I was twelve and she was eight, we decided to kill our parents.
It was simple. Our father was not really our father anyway; our true father had left when my sister was born. He insisted we were demons.
Unfortunately he was wrong. We are human.
I had only begun to pull in my power and control it, and my sister had only just tapped into her own power.
I entered the mind of my stepfather and forced him to pull a gun on my mother, and then shoot himself.
It was wonderful.
It was messy, in all probability because he struggled against me.
I didn't make it easy on him.
We were taken to an orphanage but we quickly escaped. We lived on the streets. Together we made a wonderful team.
We didn't have much to eat in those times. My sister was withering, so I rarely ate, instead I would give her the food she needed to survive. I would get enormously ill at those times, and often it was hard for me to walk because of my hunger. I did, however, to feed my sister. I would eat what little she had left over.
I could not use my powers at those times, I had not the energy. It made things dreadfully difficult for me.
Remember, Master, I am merely human and have not the strength you have. Do not lose patience with me, I implore you.
It was when I was fourteen and she ten when the worst happened. Humans tried to take us back to the orphanage, but she would not go.
She refused.
She had more energy than I had; therefore her power was stronger and more able.
I assure you Master, you would have loved her. She sacrificed everything for me.
She killed the man who held me. She told me to run, so I ran. I believed her to be able to take care of herself.
But she couldn't.
They killed her.
I washed myself thoroughly where I had been touched by those humans who killed my sister. Their contact was abhorrent; I needed to retch but could merely form dry heaves cause of lack of eating.
That is when you found me.