Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. If I did, I'd probably make a season with
the character's kids in it. I do own Tara.
Golden Eyes Don't Lie
Chapter 1-Gold Eyes and Blue Hair
I peeked around the corner of the bar. A soft wind blew, a few tumbleweeds rolled through the lively city Khysper. Khysper was the only city even remotely close to heaven, or the Las Vegas of the long ago Earth. I slowly walked in, you know the one, the villainous walk. And I came up to the bar.
"Hey, bartender, how about a shot."
"Sure thang."
The man was watching me, curious about me. I knew what he was thinking in his head. 'Where did this unusual blue haired, golden eyed man come from?' But he didn't ask. I decided to order.
"Hey."
"Yessir?"
"I'd like a hot dog. You got any?"
"'Round back, we sure do. I'll gitchya one."
I felt a smile wrap around my face. The bartender comes back with a steaming hot dog topped with ketchup and mustered and a bowl of relish on the side.
"Thanks. Here's for your troubles." I say, putting down a few dollars.
"Hey!" I stop just before the door, and not looking back, I ask that o so simple question. "Yes?" "Who are ya' if ya' don' mind. 'sokay if ya' don' wanna say 'n all. I'll understand."
I stare down at my hands and answer. "The name's Legato." And for whatever reason, like I always do, lick my left hand. "I am Legato Bluesummers. And that is all you need to know." And then I made my exit. Leaving the bartender wiping a glass dry in confusion. The daily visitors to the bar were silent. In fact, they were silent the ten minutes I was in there. And then, they all of a sudden went back to talking, arguing, whatever. The music jammed on and the performing lead vocalist let out a monotone droning voice. I, the stranger, left, and everything became normal again.
Golden Eyes Don't Lie
Chapter 1-Gold Eyes and Blue Hair
I peeked around the corner of the bar. A soft wind blew, a few tumbleweeds rolled through the lively city Khysper. Khysper was the only city even remotely close to heaven, or the Las Vegas of the long ago Earth. I slowly walked in, you know the one, the villainous walk. And I came up to the bar.
"Hey, bartender, how about a shot."
"Sure thang."
The man was watching me, curious about me. I knew what he was thinking in his head. 'Where did this unusual blue haired, golden eyed man come from?' But he didn't ask. I decided to order.
"Hey."
"Yessir?"
"I'd like a hot dog. You got any?"
"'Round back, we sure do. I'll gitchya one."
I felt a smile wrap around my face. The bartender comes back with a steaming hot dog topped with ketchup and mustered and a bowl of relish on the side.
"Thanks. Here's for your troubles." I say, putting down a few dollars.
"Hey!" I stop just before the door, and not looking back, I ask that o so simple question. "Yes?" "Who are ya' if ya' don' mind. 'sokay if ya' don' wanna say 'n all. I'll understand."
I stare down at my hands and answer. "The name's Legato." And for whatever reason, like I always do, lick my left hand. "I am Legato Bluesummers. And that is all you need to know." And then I made my exit. Leaving the bartender wiping a glass dry in confusion. The daily visitors to the bar were silent. In fact, they were silent the ten minutes I was in there. And then, they all of a sudden went back to talking, arguing, whatever. The music jammed on and the performing lead vocalist let out a monotone droning voice. I, the stranger, left, and everything became normal again.