Chibi Legato here again. Wow I've got like another idea for a story that may not even get to the second chapter if you guys don't like it. XP

Oh and I got this idea in a Dream ... It had a lot of Drama in my dream ... let's just see if I can write it down. 8D

Well here is the summary (full summary):

In England in the late 1500's and early 1600's, where Monarchies ruled high and others were placed on a scale of either wealthy, middle class or serfs and slaves (or the King, lords, nobles, middle class and merchants, servants, serfs, and last are the slaves). There was a family that came of a pure noble bloodline. The Saverem family. It consisted of Rem, the mother and powerful wife of the great noble Alex (short for Alexander). Alex had passed away shortly after his children's birth. Vash was one of Rem's sons and so was his twin brother Knives. Vash was arranged for marriage with the young beautiful daughter of the great Lord (higher than a noble lower than the King while the Saverem families are just nobles) Andre. Vash and Knives are only 17 years old at this time. A new shipment of slaves, and servants has been transported to their mansion. There, Knives saw someone that caught his eyes. A quiet, young, blue haired boy. ... A noble wants his servant and he always gets what he wants... there is going to be some trouble in the Saverem's -pure noble bloodline- household.

Wow ... that was long! Well, if you didn't like the summary ... or it doesn't sound interesting then click the back button! If you want to stick around and read it than go on ahead ... but first the ... warnings! 8P

Warnings: It's AU or Alternate Universe. It's Yaoi. It's Knives and Legato ... plus some hints of Vash and Meryl. It will not include RAPE or one-sided sex or whatever from Knives and Legato ... There will be major Drama ... Maybe Angst.

Things you should know:

"dialogue"

'thoughts'

Dreams...

Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun or their Characters .. I might own some other small characters (like maids or servants or slaves ... oh I own the GREAT LORD Andre! Muehehehe!)

Okay on to the wonderful cool story that I got in a dream XD


Loving You Is My Sin...

The mansion was dimly lit. The large windows were shut with silk curtains and they filtered out any morning rays that were to come from the sun in the horizon. A chubby small lady walked slowly to the first curtain in the lonely hallway. Her cloths gave off her economic standing ... a servant. She moved her small hands to the golden weaved cord and pulled hard. The curtains swung open and light broke through, filling the hallway with warm sunshine. Her chubby frame moved to the next curtain and then the next. As she continued her daily route a bright looking woman burst into the room.

"Boys! Where my lovely boys?!" Rem yelled out. She wore a large puffy dress that was designed especially for her. It was a cream and peach colour and had designs of intricate flowers sewn into it. Rem's corset was tightly wound and she moved gracefully through the hallways. Her dark brown hair had tight curls and complicated braids. She called out again, "Boys?!"

"Yes mum?" A young man ran up to greet her with a small hug. He wore a red and gold suit. It's designs handmade and was tailored to fit him. Small light golden ruffles were sown on at each end of his cuffs and he wore black dress shoes. His honey blond hair was cut low enough for it to stand on it's own (of course his mother was the one who wanted this, said it "reminds me of your father").

"Ah, Vash. Good morning my son! Where is you're dear brother" Her brown eyes shimmered, they always shimmered.

"I haven't a clue! Must still be in that room of his" Vash smiled and hooked arms with his mother as the walked down the long hallway. Servants bustled around them, sweeping and mopping the marble floors.

"Well, that can't be good. Fetch him for me! He will have to guide the merchant who is coming today. We have a new load of servants coming. You checked on that merchant last time and now Knives must do. So go on now! Bring him to me!" Rem ordered sweetly as she continued walking and ordering the servants. "You missed a spot right there! We're not feeding you for nothing! Oh dear God..." She huffed and glared at an innocent servant. Vash walked off briskly looking for his brother Knives. He walked passed the kitchen and the dining room. His footsteps sounded softly against the marble floors as he walked up the staircase. Vash took hold of the railing and continued his travel upward towards his and Knives' bedrooms. He strode over to Knives bedroom door and fixed his suit before knocking.

"Knives? Are you in there? Mother is wanting a talk with you. dear brother!" Vash shouted lightly as he banged on the door softly.

"Will you calm down. The door is not locked, you can come in!" A voice resounded from deep inside the closed room.

"Sorry." Vash apologized and quickly opened the large oak door.

"Does this shirt look alright? I don't know, to me, it seems like it fits a tad too big..." Ice, baby blue eyes stared at the mirror as his pale cream coloured hands were positioned on his hips. Knives turned to look at his brother. Vash smiled and used one beige hand to fix the light blue ruffles that were located at the collar. Vash's aqua eyes ran over what his brother wore. Black pants that were fit for a king and a beautiful light blue shirt that accented his eyes. He looked royal and grand.

"It looks fine dear brother. Now, mother wants a word with ye." He said hurriedly, pushing his brother towards the opened door.

"Now, now! No need to rush Vash!" Knives said as he walked back to the mirror and looked at his chin-length hair. "Hmm ..." He ran one of his slim hands through his milky, blonde hair.

"It looks fine! You look fine!" Vash groaned out frustrated, he pulled on Knives' arm and dragged him out the door.

"Vash!" Was all that left Knives' mouth as he was dragged down the stairs and into the wonderful smelling dining room. Rem sat at the end chair and poked at her food with a fork.

"Ah! There you are Knives! You had me worry! I thought you were out with a bout of the flu!" Rem exclaimed cheerfully as she motioned with one white, gloved hand for the two young men to sit.

"I heard that you want a word with me dear mother?" Knives inquired as he sat on one side of the table and Vash sat himself on the other side.

"You need to guide the merchant that's coming to drop off the new servants!" She explained. Knives closed his eyes and groaned out in anger.

"Mum!" Knives cried out in protest. His blue eyes gazed at his mother.

"Ah, shame on you! Vash has done this deed already and I have a meeting with Mary later at that time! You, my dear, are the only one free at mid-day!" She scolded Knives. Vash sniggered out and quickly stuffed his mouth with food when Rem shot him a warning glance. "I could make you do it again Vash. Don't test me!"

"Sorry mum." Vash apologized and glared at Knives who was smirking at the moment. "Now boys. Finish your meals! The merchant will be here in a few hours my son." Knives looked down at his now empty plate and sighed.

"Yes mother..."

"Oh and Vash! Young Meryl is coming today to see you. She will be accompanied with her Father, Lord Andre so please, I ask you, be on your best behaviour!"

"Okay mother." Vash said as he stuffed his mouth with freshly made eggs. Rem sighed, 'Vash you eat like if you were starved.' Rem mused lightly as she exited the bright dining room. Her large dress dragging to the floor. Knives got up and dusted his black pants and light blue shirt off.

"I'm taking a walk in the courtyard if mother asks for me." Knives stated. "Oh and ... good luck with your "beloved" Meryl." Knives snorted out his laughter and quickly started to walk out.

"You'll be next Knives! Remember that! Mum is trying her hardest to land you with a Lord's daughter. You know she wants our ranking to go up! From Nobles to Lords, she would be proud of us." Vash answered back hastily. 'I doubt that dear Vash. I won't tell a single soul yet ... but I don't know how much longer I can keep this secret inside my poor soul. Having an interest in other men could get me disowned and I'm only 17! What will I do...' Knives sighed at his troubled thoughts and quickly exited the room. He ran a shaking hand in his milky, blonde hair and walked passed a couple of halls.

He stopped in front of two large doors leading out to the elegant courtyard. His baby blue eyes stared at the doors and he shoved them open. Knives walked out quickly and inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers. He blinked slowly and took in the wonderful sight. Rows of flowers on either side of him and a large (1)Pergola stood in the centre. It was outlined with vines and flowers. Knives smiled as he remembered that he was the one asking for the Pergola. He walked over to it casually and stood inside of it, admiring the artwork of Mother Nature. 'The simplicity of life ... but yet mankind makes it hard. Aren't we all people and yet we have "ranks". It needn't be this way' Knives mused as he looked out the Pergola. His chin-length hair shined slightly in the sun and the wind blew the hair in Knives' face. 'Maybe I should cut my hair.' Knives thought angrily as he quickly pushed the irritating hair behind his ears. Another relaxed sigh escaped his lips as he watched four servants watering the shrubbery and rows of flowers. A young servant girl came out through the doors of which Knives had passed through earlier and called out.

"Master Knives!" Knives turned and looked at the young servant.

"Yes." The young girl blushed slightly and bowed.

"The merchant is here early my Master! He said if someone doesn't come to check the load soon that he will leave and take the money with him!" She cried out. Knives narrowed his eyes and grumbled.

"Who does he think he is! He's only a petty Merchant! Inform him that I am on my way!" Knives said in a serious tone.

"Yes Master!" She said before bowing then running off through the doors in which she came from. Knives sighed and slowly fixed his posture. His blue eyes took in the beauty of the courtyard one last time before he walked off towards the door.

"Please sir! Master Knives is coming! Won't you wait a little longer!" The young girl pleaded.

"No! Tell you're Master Knives that I left and I'm taking the money with me and all these servants!"

"Oh you will? I don't think so. A merchant shouldn't feel so in power, especially if this so said merchant is dealing with a noble like my family. So you think to swindle us?" Knives asked hotly, gently pushing the young servant girl away. "You will get half the money you deserve and you will give us all the servants that my dear mother asked for you piece of waste!" Knives' eyes narrowed even more and his hands were clenched into fists.

"I will not answer to some snot-nose, young, spoiled, noble brat!" The merchant yelled clutching the bag of silver and gold coins. Knives slowly prowled towards the shorter man.

"How dare you talk to me like that, you good for nothing scum. I will ask you again, give me the servants my mother asked for and that bag of coins NOW!" Knives demanded before grabbing the merchant's old dirty shirt and pulled the man up to his face. "and I SAID NOW!" The merchant shuddered and slowly handed the bag over. Knives let the man go roughly and took the bag, spilling its contents on a nearby table. He counted the pieces of silver and gold and took half back. Knives scooped the rest into his pale hands and shoved them back into the brown sack. The merchant scurried off and took a rope in his hands. His body strained to force the rope to move and slowly dirty, scruffy looking people, lined and shackled walked into the room. One by one the stood in front of Knives. Knives' blue eyes ran over the group 'Same amounts that mum buys ... good. First one looks a little skinny... hmm, they all looked malnourished but that won't be a problem.'

"The first one in line seems to be thin, will he actually be able to work?!" Knives demanded as he looked over the boy's figure. He was scrawny and pale. His bright green eyes were alive with fear.

"Yes he's fine!" The merchant murmured.

"Good... Where did these come from?" Knives asked with curiosity.

"We took them from their families that worked on the fields. We are giving them bigger sized portions to eat so they wouldn't complain. I hate when they whine like stray dogs." The merchant said.

"So you mean that their families actually said it was okay if you gave them more to eat?"

"Yes nobleman." the merchant said mockingly. Knives turned to glare at the merchant but something glimmered in the darkness. Knives' blue eyes locked on what seemed to be two diamonds that shined with a gold eerie glow.

"Who is that?" Knives questioned the merchant, pointing at a figure who was hidden in the darkness.

"A quiet lad. His parents were the most eager to sell him for some food." the merchant said in a slight whisper.

"That didn't answer my question. I asked who is he?" Knives asked, irritated.

"That is young Legato Bluesummers, sir. ... Step out number 15!" The merchant yelled and slowly a young boy that seemed no younger than 16 stepped out of the darkness. His amber-golden eyes told a sad story of betrayal from his supposed parents. He had blue coloured hair and his skin was kissed by the sun making it a tanned colour. He was a tad shorter than Knives and his head was bowed in shame. "Step Back!" The merchant yelled again and the boy stepped back into the welcoming darkness.

"Good. Take your money and get out of my family's household!" Knives said and quickly had two servants pull the line of new servants out of the dim room. Knives lead the servants down the hall and towards a large opening. His eyes kept going astray and he ended up looking at "number 15" Legato Bluesummers. 'God, how could a beautiful boy like him be put into this world as a serf, as my servant... my servant...' and with that thought Knives smirked. Each one in the household was allowed 5 servants, and Knives being the way he was,(never liked having slaves) only had 2. His smile wide now, and his teeth showing he briskly pointed out a large building.

"That will be your new home." He informed them as he kept walking. "Some will work in our household, some in the courtyard, others in the kitchen, and some will be personal servants. My mother wants someone who can stitch and knit. She's been wanting her scarf fixed but hasn't found the time to travel to our tailor." Knives stood outside the door of the crumpling building. His hand held a key. "So tell me ... who can stitch."

"Aye sir, me. I was made to leave me family behind because they say they didn't need me any more then the owner did." An old woman sighed sadly.

"Well, my mother will need you." Knives said and unlocked her chains. The old servant looked at Knives gratefully and rubbed her wrists.

"Ye mother has raised ye well. Such a fine young man. Good at heart might I say," She said with a smile and stood off to the side.

"My brother asked if I could find someone who could clean his room well, he is quite messy and lazy," Knives informed them. "So who can clean, and attend his wishes."

"Me sir. I used to work in the house of my old master. I could be of much help." A younger lady said. Knives nodded and quickly unlocked her chains. She smiled and stood next to the older lady.

"As such, I also need three new servants. I know what I need, I need a cleaner, a washer for my clothes and an attendant." Knives sighed and looked over his choices. "Can you clean?" He asked a girl. She nodded and he undid her shackles, "Can you wash clothes?" He asked another woman. she nodded curtly and he undid her chains. He smiled inwardly and walked to the young boy. "You, can you attend to any wish I ask for?"

"... I would think so." The boy shot back. 'So we have a rebel.' Knives laughed in his head.

"Hmm, Good." Knives unshackled the young blue haired boy and asked for cooks and simply separated them.

"Come with me." He ordered the other five. They walked behind him as he strode over to the side doors of the Saverem's house. He walked down the large hallway and through the art room. Knives glanced back to see if the others were fine ... to see if that boy was fine. "This is my mother's servants' sleeping hall. You will be sleeping in this room." He motioned for the old lady to go through that door. "Her servants are quite nice." He added before walking off. He showed the young girl to Vash's servants' hall and soon was walking with his new servants. He walked up the staircase and down a long hall with many doors. He pointed each girl to a different room and the boy was left alone. Knives glanced back and saw the boy's amber eyes.

"You, here." He commanded softly. The boy quickened his pace and was soon walking next to Knives. His baby blue eyes travelled over the boy's body. Knives smiled and soon he was at his room. There was a door next to his room and motioned the boy there. Legato stared at the door and slowly walked towards it. "I expect you to be out here in a few minutes. I will be back." Knives said and walked into his own room.

"..." Legato said nothing and slowly opened the door. He saw the one bed and a small chair. He sighed out and tears threatened to fall. Legato closed the door quietly and stood out in the hallway. 'I rather stay out here then in that wasted room.' Legato gazed at Knives' room, the door was ajar and his curiosity overwhelmed his logic. His footsteps soft, he stopped in front the door and looked inside. It was beautifully decorated, a furnished bed and cream coloured walls. The bed coverings had golden designs stitched into them and the ceiling was painted a golden colour. 'How could a room next to the room that is so grossly kept be so wonderful?' He wondered in awe as he kept his eyes on the bed.

"It must be so soft..."

"It is." Legato jumped and fell back. His amber eyes widened at the looming figure. 'Did I say that aloud?' Legato thought horrified. "Come now, I need to show you around this household." Knives laughed as he picked the boy up.

"Yes sir." Legato blushed and quickly fixed himself, though there wasn't much to fix. Knives smiled and walked down the hallway with the boy next to him. 'What a wonderful thing, lust is. I fear, I think I'm beginning to lust over this servant boy.' Knives sighed and slowly walked down the stairs with the boy close to him.


Okay that was the first chapter because I don't want to go to far and then nobody review ... so it's short! XD Well review and tell me if I should keep going. Oh and flames just keep me warm!

(1) pergola: a spectator area like a gazebo.