Alkaline Trio Songics Chapter 1: Sleepyhead, a trigun fanfic

Sleepyhead
Tomi Sama

Song: "Sleepyhead." By Alkaline Trio
Pairing: KnivesxLegato
Warnings: Slash, violence, torture.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. I just play with it.
Request: Pleeeease Review.

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All you've been asking for's been placed in front of you
The headaches, the shaking,
The boredom the boardroom brings
You're scratching at itching
brought by the spiders beneath your skin
The answer in question is over before it begins

Knives seemed surprisingly calm, and that scared Legato. He sat shaking in the corner while Knives watched him, smiling slightly. Legato wished he had the nerve to pry into his Master's mind, but he wasn't that bold. He could never be that bold. As Knives walked over to Legato, with a knife in one had and a jar with something in it, it was too dark for Legato to see, in the other hand. Knives kneeled down, his face only a few inches from Legato's. Legato held his stare, timidly, trying to not shake. Knives smiled, "You know what you are, Legato?" Legato knew he wasn't to answer. It was always the same routine with his Master, this was the verbal torture. Things would get better soon… he hoped. "You're just a spider, Legato. Just a stupid, ugly spider." Knives' eyes squinted as he made an incision in Legato's abdomen. Legato didn't move, he looked down, as Knives' pale hands untwisted the top of the jar. Legato still couldn't make out what it was, until he felt something crawl into the cut. Legato closed his eyes, biting his lip, trying his hardest not to scream. Knives' finger pushed the arachnid farther into Legato's would. "More so now than ever…"

Hey there sleepy smile,
I see you've brought your bedroom eyes
Not assuming you wanna keep 'em,
I'm assuming you reckon you won't

As Legato awoke, he realized he was in the same place Knives had left him last night. The only difference was that now his bare chest had white cloth over it. He ran his hand over it, wincing slightly in pain. He heard a chuckle from the other side of the room, and quickly looked up. Knives was still standing there. "I knew humans were weak, Legato. But I thought you were above most humans." Knives shook his head in disappointment and disgust as Legato bowed his head in shame. Legato moved his hand from his stomach, forcing the pain away, so he could try and think of some way to please his Master. Some way Knives would think better of him. Knives just smiled and chuckled again as he walked out.

When Legato awoke again, his golden eyes surveyed the room, seeing beforehand if his Master was present. He wasn't. Legato sighed, and ran he palm against his stomach. He tried to decide what hurt worse, his stomach or his head. He ran his other hand through his hair, and felt something a little crusty. When he scratched it and pulled his hand to his face to look at it, there was blood on his fingers. When he passed out, he must have hit the stone floor. Legato pulled his knees to his chest, shaking slightly. He felt sick to his stomach, but if he threw up, Master would be even more disappointed. He ran his fingers over his stomach once more. Was that spider still alive in him? Was it pregnant? Is it now trying to hatch its babies in his flesh? Legato shook again, scratching at his stomach. Legato decided to unwrap the wound and dig the spider out. He took deep breaths, wincing as the skin came off, opened up fresh, with each pull of the cloth. When he got it off, he sat looking at it. Would he only make it worse by putting his filthy hands inside it? Legato sighed and tilted his head back, resting it against the stone wall as his fingers caressed the skin. He gasped with slight pain, and began to ease his fingers in, making the cut open up, farther, once again. Shaking, he continued forward until he felt something that didn't belong. He pulled it out, a bloody chunk of something. He felt sick again, and his body passed out; thinking that this would be the better alternative to throwing up.

Hey there sleepy smile,
I see you've brought your bedroom eyes
Not assuming you wanna keep 'em,
I'm assuming you reckon you won't

When Legato, again regained conciseness, he looked up and saw Knives kneeling over him, once more, chuckling. His hands were sliding teasingly over the human's flesh, wrapping his wound once more. "Normally I don't do this myself." He said to Legato, who blinked. He was surprised to see his Master so close, and surprised he was touching him in such a way. "I don't usually waste my time on helping trash." He smiled down at Legato, who closed his eyes, feeling better now that the wound was out of fresh air. He could tell Knives had cleaned the wound, too. "Really, it's just so fascinating. A human undid the cloth around his stomach, his would had already been cleaned, and he dug his dirty fingers around in it, opening the wound more." Knives shook his head, grinning darkly. "Your kind never ceases to amaze me." Legato closed his eyes, not sure if what his Master had said was a complement or not.

Nothing to see here but the rain
There's nothing to hold you but the flames
Nothing to see here but the rain
There's nothing to hold you but the flames
Nothing to see here but the rain
There's nothing to hold you but the flames
Nothing to see here but the rain
It's raining flames

Legato had been moved to a slightly better sleeping arrangement while he healed, from his own inflicted wound. Every time Legato moved tears stung his eyes and made it blurry. The only bit he ever got to see of this new room was the ceiling and the door, if he moved his head slowly and tried not to move the rest of his body. When he did move his body, he felt like a fire had been started on top of him. He knew it was infected, and thought, hoped, this was the end. Every time he slept, he dreamed of not waking up, only to be slapped awake into the nightmare that was his reality. His Master would be standing over him, grinning, his hands behind his back. "You're recovering quite nicely." Knives complemented. Legato stayed quite. "But it's really too quickly." He would take a glass from behind his back, and put only a small drop of liquid on him. Every time Legato hoped it was water, and every time, it felt like a thousand more fires starting all over his body. Almost always, he would pass out again.

Earth to sleepy smile,
Where'd you take those bedroom eyes?
Not assuming you wanna keep 'em,
I'm assuming you reckon you won't

One day when Legato woke up, he looked around the room. Knives was sitting in a corner, reading something from a book. It didn't appear that to Legato that his Master knew… or cared… he was awake. Legato sat up a bit. Trying to show his Master he was strong. Finally, sitting upright, the fire in his stomach screaming, Knives seemed to notice his slave. "Oh, Legato." Knives closed his book and set it on his lap. "You're awake again." Legato nodded slightly, and Knives stood up, putting his book on a stand next to his chair. "And you're done recovering." Legato looked down at himself. He'd hardly considered this recovered, but he looked back up to Knives. Knives was an inch or two away from Legato's face when he looked up. "Because I need one more thing for you to do…"