Chapter One- The One I Call Master
Note From The Author: Thanks to all who have R&R this so far. I hope you'll continue reading and offering me your input, which does matter to me. Basically this is another chapter setting up the stage for the main story, I think there will be a lot of chapters like that, so just bear with me ^_^x (little Kenshin face XD). Now on with the regularly scheduled program…
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Sand: nothing but sand. On such a desert planet, water was scarce. It was rather ironic that this precious water which was vital to sustaining life here, was actually a luxurious commodity. It never rained here. On such a dry, sun-baked terrain, it truly became a survival of the fittest. In the end though, it wouldn't matter. Master will take good care of them.
Master. His sole purpose for carrying out his meager existence was for the one whom he looked up to for strength and support. He needed his Master for without Him, he would just be another lost, wandering soul traveling these desert plains. But Master spoon-fed him everything he needed to know, everything he did, he did for Him. He would happily die if that were what He so desired.
Sadly though, Master did not think of him as anything more than a speck of dust. Just like garbage, you use it for its desired purpose, and then you throw it away. He wondered just how much longer he would be good for Him until he spoiled, and would be sent on his final mission, to dance with the Devil himself, Vash the Stampede. It was only a matter of time. The clock was slowly ticking, and his hatred for this man grew with every passing second.
But he bottled up this bitter distaste for him for the day would come when he would meet the one his Master called "Brother". Legato Bluesummers wished Master would call him brother. If he was granted one wish, and one wish only, he knew what he would indeed wish for.
For myself to be the Brother that my Master never had. I wish, in my Masters' eyes, I were his Brother.
Instead, he would have to settle for being his second-in-command, the faithful servant at his Masters' side. In reality, Legato was just an obedient dog. He sat when his Master told him to sit, he killed when his Master told him to kill, and he would even roll over and bark if that would please Him.
Legato must have been standing there for only five minutes, but it felt as if Time was slow on its eternal march. If he could cry, he would have drowned this thirsty planet with his salty tears. But he never cried he never showed emotion. To him, to display any form of emotion was a sign you were weak. Legato considered himself far from weak. He was strong, but worthless compared to Master. He hated himself; he hated himself because he could never be what his Master wanted.
He was his religion- He was his God.
He relinquish the thought, locked it away again, as the familiar sound of a carriage rattling and the faint cries of the two Thomas' pulling its cargo pitched itself into Legato's ear. He lifted his chin up just a hair, enough though for the arrogance to return to his posture. His stony gaze locked onto the side door as the carriage came to a stop. The door moaned loudly as it was opened, and a suave-looking man appeared, his right hand grasping the handle, the left on a shiny saxophone.
"You are late." Legato commented quietly.
"My deepest apologies." the saxophone carrier looked around nervously to his left, then right, then left again, before he looked back down at Legato. He avoided his right eye, which was now open. Legato knew no human could stare into that menacing eye of his; it was pretty much his trademark. The man wondered if Legato would make him suffer for being behind schedule. He had heard rumors that he was very lethal, very deadly. However, Lady Luck seemed to play to his favor tonight as Legato made no such action towards him.
"It doesn't matter." he took the first step slowly, and then paused, looking behind him and up at the moons. How the blue one particularly caught his eye. "You know where we must head."
"Of course…June City."