Ten Guns, Two Roses
Chapter 3 - Meeting
Author's Note: Yikes. These things seem to get shorter, and shorter every time, ne? Forgive me. They'll go back to being a constant length eventually... and in fact, the only reason this one is so short, is because I'm only now getting my inspiration for the fic back. Anyway, read, review, and enjoy. And expect a new chapter in the next week or so. ^_^
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Darkness and hate were two things Legato Bluesummers knew well, and as he knelt before his master, he found no exception. Even though His brother had been defeated and nothing stood in his Master's way any longer, hate - * No, anger, * the telepath corrected himself - still eminated from his leader. And darkness? Well, that was a given in Millions Knives' lair - the almost white-haired male had always perferred darkness - as well as in the telepath's life... but still, if the Master wasn't happy, neither was Legato. So as he knelt before Knives, the golden-eyed telepath beat himself up with mental jeers, knowing that his Master's negative emotions were because of something he had done.
"Did you give the priest our present, Legato?" the telepath's master demanded, attempting to sound calm and cool.
Head nearly touching the ground, Legato nodded. "Hai Master, it was done."
"Good." There was a moment of silence and then Knives spoke again, "Do you think it will be enough to break the priest?"
Legato said nothing for several seconds, as mild fear crept into him. Truthfully, the telepath didn't think that would be enough to destroy Wolfwood from the inside out... but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to tell Knives that. After all, that might make Him unhappy, and when He was unhappy, Legato was unhappy. But he couldn't lie to Knives either - He was the telepath's boss... no, his God, and one didn't just lie to someone of that status. So what did he do? Legato decided on telling the truth.
"No."
"Hmm... No?" Eyes cold as ice and sharp as razors, Knives gazed at the closest person he would ever have to a right-hand man and frowned. "Can you tell me what you think -will- break him? After all, the traitor... and then all of humanity... must pay."
"If we send one of the surviving Gung-Ho Guns - someone he trusts - to work on wearing his mentality away piece by piece, the plan may work. But it has to be the one person who he trusted almost as much as Vash the Stampede."
Knives knew very well who Legato was talking about, but he decided to humor the telepath. "Who is?"
"Midvalley the Hornfreak."
"Ah, Hornfreak," the blonde-haired plant replied. Both males knew that before Wolfwood had been assigned to what had become known as 'The Stapmede' project, the pair were very close. In fact, it was well know by all the Gung-Ho Guns - and their master - that the pair worked together amazingly, and then afterwards they retired to something they could both enjoy. Wine and women... or more specifically, beer and cheap prostitutes. So it was true that Midvalley could handle Wolfwood, but did he possess the ability to do it without rousing the priest's suspicions? "And excellent choice, but do you think he can do it with subtly?"
A cruel smile lit Legato's features. "He'll get under the skin of the priest so masterfully, that we'll wonder who's side he's really on until Hornfreak destroys him."
"You'd better hope so, Legato."
Chapter 3 - Meeting
Author's Note: Yikes. These things seem to get shorter, and shorter every time, ne? Forgive me. They'll go back to being a constant length eventually... and in fact, the only reason this one is so short, is because I'm only now getting my inspiration for the fic back. Anyway, read, review, and enjoy. And expect a new chapter in the next week or so. ^_^
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Darkness and hate were two things Legato Bluesummers knew well, and as he knelt before his master, he found no exception. Even though His brother had been defeated and nothing stood in his Master's way any longer, hate - * No, anger, * the telepath corrected himself - still eminated from his leader. And darkness? Well, that was a given in Millions Knives' lair - the almost white-haired male had always perferred darkness - as well as in the telepath's life... but still, if the Master wasn't happy, neither was Legato. So as he knelt before Knives, the golden-eyed telepath beat himself up with mental jeers, knowing that his Master's negative emotions were because of something he had done.
"Did you give the priest our present, Legato?" the telepath's master demanded, attempting to sound calm and cool.
Head nearly touching the ground, Legato nodded. "Hai Master, it was done."
"Good." There was a moment of silence and then Knives spoke again, "Do you think it will be enough to break the priest?"
Legato said nothing for several seconds, as mild fear crept into him. Truthfully, the telepath didn't think that would be enough to destroy Wolfwood from the inside out... but he wasn't quite sure he wanted to tell Knives that. After all, that might make Him unhappy, and when He was unhappy, Legato was unhappy. But he couldn't lie to Knives either - He was the telepath's boss... no, his God, and one didn't just lie to someone of that status. So what did he do? Legato decided on telling the truth.
"No."
"Hmm... No?" Eyes cold as ice and sharp as razors, Knives gazed at the closest person he would ever have to a right-hand man and frowned. "Can you tell me what you think -will- break him? After all, the traitor... and then all of humanity... must pay."
"If we send one of the surviving Gung-Ho Guns - someone he trusts - to work on wearing his mentality away piece by piece, the plan may work. But it has to be the one person who he trusted almost as much as Vash the Stampede."
Knives knew very well who Legato was talking about, but he decided to humor the telepath. "Who is?"
"Midvalley the Hornfreak."
"Ah, Hornfreak," the blonde-haired plant replied. Both males knew that before Wolfwood had been assigned to what had become known as 'The Stapmede' project, the pair were very close. In fact, it was well know by all the Gung-Ho Guns - and their master - that the pair worked together amazingly, and then afterwards they retired to something they could both enjoy. Wine and women... or more specifically, beer and cheap prostitutes. So it was true that Midvalley could handle Wolfwood, but did he possess the ability to do it without rousing the priest's suspicions? "And excellent choice, but do you think he can do it with subtly?"
A cruel smile lit Legato's features. "He'll get under the skin of the priest so masterfully, that we'll wonder who's side he's really on until Hornfreak destroys him."
"You'd better hope so, Legato."
