Sooooooooooooongfic! Using the song Spike sang in the Buffy musical episode once more with feeling. Warnings? Slight yaoi, but nothing you can't handle ~.^ Anyway, I hope you like it, and please review!

Things between the ~*~ are lyrics.

~.~ Does anybody even cares~.~



He walked out of his Master's room, almost fell with every step, but never gave up.

If you would see him, you would probably ran away, despite of the fact you would certainly feel sorry for him. No one could handle him ,no one could look into his golden eyes without being scared, no one could listen to his voice without feeling unusual, not like themselves.. No one could touch his bloodied skin without desperately wanting to know what that blood tastes like. Sweet? No one could talk to him, without constantly asking themselves that one question:

Is he human?

He used to be human. He used to be happy, alive.. if you would have seen him as a kid, you would get a warm feeling inside, knowing happiness truly exists. But he was alive then. He died.

Legato Bluesummers died.

Not a psychical death, he could only dream of that. Finally rest. No, his body still worked, but his mind was dead. His soul was dead. Murdered. By an Angel.



Now, he opens the door to his quarters, walking(or, trying too) to his bed, where someone was already sitting. He fell on the bed, feeling how soft hands took his shirt off.

'Gee.. he sure was in a bad mood, wasn't he?'



Midvalley looked at his boss, as he laid the bloodied shirt aside, and cleaned his skin with some water. It was like this every night. Every morning. Knives called Legato, and damn, that moron went to him again, while he knew exactly what was going to happen! And in the morning, he felt like Hell again, and Midvalley had to care for him..

It was not like he couldn't say 'fuck you Legato, I'm going, I'm a gun-ho gun, I have to cause Vash the Stampede eternal pain, not nursing you just because you're a moron who gets himself beaten up and raped by a plant every night!'

Sure he could say that. Legato couldn't, and wouldn't, follow him anyway. But as Midvalley looked at that psychopath lying there, with his eyes closed, trying not to cry of pain, he knew he couldn't just walk away. He wanted to care for him, it was just his nature.

But how long? How long was Legato going to take this?

Hornfreak gently touched him, and laid a blanket over him, so he wouldn't be cold. ' shh.. ' he whispered. 'sleep.. I'll stay with you.. don't be afraid..'



~*~ I died.. so many years ago..~*~



Legato stared to the ceiling, thinking.

He hated thinking, but it's the only thing you can do, when you are waiting for your death. For your release.

He thought, or was it dreaming? Was he awake? He sighed, when would this finally end? This never ending questioning, is it right what I'm doing? Will I please the Master? Am I.. am I maybe more than just a slave? What if I had never took His hand?

That was when he died. His soul died instantly when he took Masters' hand. Of course, he didn't regret it. He wanted to serve this higher being, like he should, being a pathetic human..

'Are you awake?' a voice asked.

He didn't answer. Couldn't answer.

'Legato?'

He opened his mouth to speak, let his tongue roll over his dry lips, but then gave up: it didn't matter..



'Are.. Are you feeling better now?' the voice asked

He closed his eyes

'It doesn't matter..' he whispered with a weak voice

'I..don't..care.'



That was the first chapter, hope you like it, more will be up soon! I hope.. again, please review.

To be continued..