..Sorry for not updating /;.\\ anyway, hope you like this chapter /^.\\
8- Hope For The Future
Vash smiled and looked at the dust of the desert, far away from the green town.. he had Legato lying in his arms, and remembered that little kiss.. it was a week ago, and when Legato woke up, he didn't remember anything. Or he was just hiding it, but Vash now knew you couldn't hide it when you felt like this for a person. And he tried. He tried to act normal when he saw Legato, but he just had to smile because of the memory of his lips.. they were so.. he sighed, he knew he wanted more, but how could he tell Legato? He responded that night, because he was practically brain dead at the moment, but Vash knew Legato would never kiss him when he was.. well, healthy. Not only because he still thought he wasn't worth it, he just didn't love the blonde gunman..
Still, Vash felt the sweet and fresh experience of love again. A different love than that for Nicolas though, it felt a bit more.. wanting. He wanted Legato.. Vash now understood his brother a little bit better, although he still didn't forgive him raping Legato.. but Knives looked at him, every day, every night, and he knew Legato was so devoted he would give him his body, give him the sweet taste of his lips, just for free, and more! He would be allowed to touch every part of the beautiful human's body, without protest, without guilt, without that he would have to give something in return. It was all there for him.
So he took it.
Now, his favourite toy was gone, he couldn't touch and hurt him anymore.. and Legato's tears, and stories, and voice which showed he was hurt so many times in his short life, kept Vash from doing the same thing as his brother. Still.. he wanted it so desperately!
Today was a special day. Peter, the son of Cathy and Dirk, would come to his parents. He would be staying a while, and Vash was worried and happy at the same time. Happy, because Peter once was a murderer that changed, he experienced the same as Legato, so they could talk and he could help the psychopath Vash fell in love with. But worried, because Peter hated criminals after he healed. That's why he was a cop.. Vash was afraid he would hurt Legato, and even more worried that the blue haired man wouldn't tell him.
I hear Legato yawning a little, moving, and then again lays against my chest. 'You're a nice pillow, did you know that?' he says, sleepy. I laugh and lay my arms around him. 'I hope that Peter guy is nice..' Legato sighs. 'You know.. I don't really like that he comes here..it was so nice, just the four of us, why does someone have to ruin that?' I smile and let my hand run through his hair. 'It won't be that bad.. Peter is a nice guy. But when he does hurt you, or when you just don't feel good because of him, will you tell me?' Legato was a bit surprised of the question, how could that boy hurt him? But he just nodded and said 'I will.' 'Promise?' 'Promise.'
When he saw Peter, Legato immediately knew what Vash meant by 'hurting him' Peter was a large guy, probably just as large as Legato, 28 years old, 4 years older than Legato, who looked pretty old for his age. Cathy once told him that guys from his age should 'get drunk in clubs, chase girls and get arrested so they had to sleep in prison,' he laughed, but it made him feel bad because he was missing that.. still, he got so many things in return.. Anyway, Peter had dark, short hair, dark eyes, and sun-tanned skin. He was very muscular and looked like he was very strong.. he was hugging his parents, then Vash, and then walked to Legato, looking suspicious, and saying(loud and pretty rude) to his parents 'Who's this?' Cathy just smiled, and said 'That's Legato, a friend of Vash.' Peter looked at Legato, studying him, like he was a hunter who was about to catch his prey, but was still deciding if it was worth it. 'I know you..' he said, looking Legato in the eyes, which gave him a scary feeling. He was the one who used to look like that.. 'What's your full name?' 'Bluesummers' Legato said, with his normal, dark voice. No police officer knew his name. Some of they knew how he looked, by descriptions, but no one ever saw him. He was just 'that creepy guy that works with Vash the stampede' because that was what they thought about him: he worked with Vash. Silly humans.. for a moment, the proud killer returned, looking at that human before him, with the thought 'you might think you're all that, but I can make you kill your best friend, and then eat his insides until you die as well. And I will.'
He wouldn't.
Because it was the way Vash looked at him. Trusting.. no one ever really trusted him. And caring. And the thought that he might lose that care.. Vash smiled and laid a hand on his shoulder, and they walked to the house.
'So.'
I looked at Peter, I was helping him getting his stuff into his room, I figure Cathy and Vash wanted to leave us alone to.. to what? Get to know each other? This guy is already making me feel weird..I'd rather just walk away..
'Legato Bluesummers, huh?' he asked, while looking at me. I nod. 'It's good to know the name of a criminal..' he said. 'At least it's better than 'that creepy blue haired guy that helps Vash the Stampede.' I looked a bit shocked, but then recovered and just went on with putting his clothes in the closet. I stopped when I saw in the mirror that he was standing behind me. 'So.. Legato.. you're different than I expected..' I felt I was breathing heavily, and fast, like I was afraid. I closed my eyes, and for a moment his soft voice sounded like that of Knives.
Knives..
Knives..
I shivered when I felt a hand on my cheek.. some cold wind went through the window, through my hair reaching my sweaty forehead. His arms went under my shirt, exploring my skin.. I was so afraid, I couldn't yell, I couldn't cry, I couldn't even breath.. Vash.. please, Vash.. help me.. His nails went deep into my flesh, and a scream entered the blue room, but he killed it with placing his hand on my mouth. I was shaking, crying.. 'Let me go..' I whispered, but he couldn't hear me. I couldn't even hear myself. Maybe I didn't even say it. I felt how his other hand was switching, and turning me around, so I was now facing him, looking into his brown, cruel eyes. 'Don't tell anyone.' He said. He looked at me, and almost letting go of his other hand. 'and don't yell.' I nodded, and then he let go. I sighed in relief, and saw I was still shaking.. I hadn't been so afraid in my life.. strange.. Master had done things that are way worse than this.. but this.. I thought I was safe now.. Vash.. Vash..
'Vash!'
Vash turned around, he was standing in his(and Legato's) room, looking out of the window, when Legato ran to him. Before he could tell what happened, Legato was embracing him, shaking and whispering his name. Vash pulled away and looked at Legato's pale face. 'Legato! What's wrong?' he just smiled, shook his head and said 'Nothing.. it's nothing..' then he hugged Vash again. Vash smiled and put his arms around him. Maybe.. there was still.. hope.
Vash looked at Legato, who was lying in the bed next to him. He was lying on his back, sleeping. Sometimes, he moved, or he whispered something Vash didn't understand: it seemed like he had a bad dream or something. They had talked about Peter. Legato said he liked him, and that he didn't mind Peter staying. Still, he didn't say much when Peter was around.. guess he was just tired.. Vash stared to the ceiling, smiling. Everything was going to be alright..
..Poor Leggy /^.\\ anyway, hope you like it, I know this chapter is short.. but well, please review :D
8- Hope For The Future
Vash smiled and looked at the dust of the desert, far away from the green town.. he had Legato lying in his arms, and remembered that little kiss.. it was a week ago, and when Legato woke up, he didn't remember anything. Or he was just hiding it, but Vash now knew you couldn't hide it when you felt like this for a person. And he tried. He tried to act normal when he saw Legato, but he just had to smile because of the memory of his lips.. they were so.. he sighed, he knew he wanted more, but how could he tell Legato? He responded that night, because he was practically brain dead at the moment, but Vash knew Legato would never kiss him when he was.. well, healthy. Not only because he still thought he wasn't worth it, he just didn't love the blonde gunman..
Still, Vash felt the sweet and fresh experience of love again. A different love than that for Nicolas though, it felt a bit more.. wanting. He wanted Legato.. Vash now understood his brother a little bit better, although he still didn't forgive him raping Legato.. but Knives looked at him, every day, every night, and he knew Legato was so devoted he would give him his body, give him the sweet taste of his lips, just for free, and more! He would be allowed to touch every part of the beautiful human's body, without protest, without guilt, without that he would have to give something in return. It was all there for him.
So he took it.
Now, his favourite toy was gone, he couldn't touch and hurt him anymore.. and Legato's tears, and stories, and voice which showed he was hurt so many times in his short life, kept Vash from doing the same thing as his brother. Still.. he wanted it so desperately!
Today was a special day. Peter, the son of Cathy and Dirk, would come to his parents. He would be staying a while, and Vash was worried and happy at the same time. Happy, because Peter once was a murderer that changed, he experienced the same as Legato, so they could talk and he could help the psychopath Vash fell in love with. But worried, because Peter hated criminals after he healed. That's why he was a cop.. Vash was afraid he would hurt Legato, and even more worried that the blue haired man wouldn't tell him.
I hear Legato yawning a little, moving, and then again lays against my chest. 'You're a nice pillow, did you know that?' he says, sleepy. I laugh and lay my arms around him. 'I hope that Peter guy is nice..' Legato sighs. 'You know.. I don't really like that he comes here..it was so nice, just the four of us, why does someone have to ruin that?' I smile and let my hand run through his hair. 'It won't be that bad.. Peter is a nice guy. But when he does hurt you, or when you just don't feel good because of him, will you tell me?' Legato was a bit surprised of the question, how could that boy hurt him? But he just nodded and said 'I will.' 'Promise?' 'Promise.'
When he saw Peter, Legato immediately knew what Vash meant by 'hurting him' Peter was a large guy, probably just as large as Legato, 28 years old, 4 years older than Legato, who looked pretty old for his age. Cathy once told him that guys from his age should 'get drunk in clubs, chase girls and get arrested so they had to sleep in prison,' he laughed, but it made him feel bad because he was missing that.. still, he got so many things in return.. Anyway, Peter had dark, short hair, dark eyes, and sun-tanned skin. He was very muscular and looked like he was very strong.. he was hugging his parents, then Vash, and then walked to Legato, looking suspicious, and saying(loud and pretty rude) to his parents 'Who's this?' Cathy just smiled, and said 'That's Legato, a friend of Vash.' Peter looked at Legato, studying him, like he was a hunter who was about to catch his prey, but was still deciding if it was worth it. 'I know you..' he said, looking Legato in the eyes, which gave him a scary feeling. He was the one who used to look like that.. 'What's your full name?' 'Bluesummers' Legato said, with his normal, dark voice. No police officer knew his name. Some of they knew how he looked, by descriptions, but no one ever saw him. He was just 'that creepy guy that works with Vash the stampede' because that was what they thought about him: he worked with Vash. Silly humans.. for a moment, the proud killer returned, looking at that human before him, with the thought 'you might think you're all that, but I can make you kill your best friend, and then eat his insides until you die as well. And I will.'
He wouldn't.
Because it was the way Vash looked at him. Trusting.. no one ever really trusted him. And caring. And the thought that he might lose that care.. Vash smiled and laid a hand on his shoulder, and they walked to the house.
'So.'
I looked at Peter, I was helping him getting his stuff into his room, I figure Cathy and Vash wanted to leave us alone to.. to what? Get to know each other? This guy is already making me feel weird..I'd rather just walk away..
'Legato Bluesummers, huh?' he asked, while looking at me. I nod. 'It's good to know the name of a criminal..' he said. 'At least it's better than 'that creepy blue haired guy that helps Vash the Stampede.' I looked a bit shocked, but then recovered and just went on with putting his clothes in the closet. I stopped when I saw in the mirror that he was standing behind me. 'So.. Legato.. you're different than I expected..' I felt I was breathing heavily, and fast, like I was afraid. I closed my eyes, and for a moment his soft voice sounded like that of Knives.
Knives..
Knives..
I shivered when I felt a hand on my cheek.. some cold wind went through the window, through my hair reaching my sweaty forehead. His arms went under my shirt, exploring my skin.. I was so afraid, I couldn't yell, I couldn't cry, I couldn't even breath.. Vash.. please, Vash.. help me.. His nails went deep into my flesh, and a scream entered the blue room, but he killed it with placing his hand on my mouth. I was shaking, crying.. 'Let me go..' I whispered, but he couldn't hear me. I couldn't even hear myself. Maybe I didn't even say it. I felt how his other hand was switching, and turning me around, so I was now facing him, looking into his brown, cruel eyes. 'Don't tell anyone.' He said. He looked at me, and almost letting go of his other hand. 'and don't yell.' I nodded, and then he let go. I sighed in relief, and saw I was still shaking.. I hadn't been so afraid in my life.. strange.. Master had done things that are way worse than this.. but this.. I thought I was safe now.. Vash.. Vash..
'Vash!'
Vash turned around, he was standing in his(and Legato's) room, looking out of the window, when Legato ran to him. Before he could tell what happened, Legato was embracing him, shaking and whispering his name. Vash pulled away and looked at Legato's pale face. 'Legato! What's wrong?' he just smiled, shook his head and said 'Nothing.. it's nothing..' then he hugged Vash again. Vash smiled and put his arms around him. Maybe.. there was still.. hope.
Vash looked at Legato, who was lying in the bed next to him. He was lying on his back, sleeping. Sometimes, he moved, or he whispered something Vash didn't understand: it seemed like he had a bad dream or something. They had talked about Peter. Legato said he liked him, and that he didn't mind Peter staying. Still, he didn't say much when Peter was around.. guess he was just tired.. Vash stared to the ceiling, smiling. Everything was going to be alright..
..Poor Leggy /^.\\ anyway, hope you like it, I know this chapter is short.. but well, please review :D