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The moons had now risen into the dark skies of Gunsmoke, and Knives, who lay stretched out on his back in his bed, arms folded behind his head, stared listlessly at them. Three very long years - that was the period of time he had spent with his brother and Meryl, now Vash's wife. No longer was he sadistic and bent on the destruction of the human race - no, genocide was a dream that had flown far, far away, something he had lost all passion for - but that didn't mean he was the picture of contentment either. In fact, he was a rather depressed individual who seemed to have developed almost a fear of humans, refusing to step foot inside the nearest town.
It was times like these that things came to mind. How could Vash have defeated him? His brother was weak...and he was strong, wasn't he? Furthermore, what had happened to him? Why did he put himself through all the trouble of trying to conform to his brother's idea of life? It'd be easier just to quit and go live alone. Rectifying his cause of creating an Eden was impossible, and he realized it - he wasn't stupid after all, and somehow...humans just didn't disgust him as much. Bothered him, yes, disgusted him, no. Perhaps his niece had something to do with that.
His ice blue eyes widened slightly as a slim shadow darted past his window, blocking out the moonlight flowing over his bed. Now very alert, he sat up and stared at the serene desert just outside his room, illuminated beneath the stars, and then gasped in complete shock as the large glass doors leading to a small balcony swung silently open without any assistance from a human hand.
How can that be...?
A figure grew in the darkness, materializing in the shadows, and as it drew nearer, he saw a tall, broad-shouldered man of lean muscle and underlying, untold power transforming, golden eyes burning with all the intensity of the sun. There was that familiar, black turtleneck, the gray jeans, but a something new. A crimson duster that touched the floor, scarlet and so reminding of the blood he had once shed all in his name. Knives half expected a low, silky-smooth voice to whisper in his mind, "Mastah..."
That didn't happen.
"Legato," murmured Knives, eyeing his servant, taken for dead, standing there rigidly, face completely impassive. "Vash killed you."
"No."
Knives didn't know what to say next. Should he tell him the genocide thing was a no-go? Even so, this complicated things immensely. But it could work out. Legato shared his feelings about humans, even if he was one, and Knives had taken quite some time adjusting to the fact that nobody obeyed his commands or served him on hand and foot anymore.
A smile twitched at the corner's of Knive's lips, one that Legato recognized as a facial cast expressing pleasure, like he was going to get what he wanted. The blue-haired man scowled at the arrogance. He had been his servant once - that time had passed.
"Why did you come here?" From the tone of the plant's voice, he was expecting an exulting, satisfying answer.
Legato started forward in calm, steady steps, speaking in a soft voice as he breathed, "Things are different now, Knives... Did you really think I'd bleed my life away for you after how you've changed - after how I have changed?" He smirked, almost frightening his former master. "I am powerful. And you never let me believe that. I need something. And you are going to give it to me."
Knives stood his ground, shaking his head in slight amusement and disbelief. Seems his slave needed a little discipline. Rapidly, his mind invaded Legato's, but he encountered shunt after shunt set up in defense. Desperately he tried to break them, but they just kept rebuilding endlessly, and before he could wear himself out, he resorted to a physical attack.
Legato jerked ever so slightly, but resisted the pressure on his body, realizing Knives was trying to seize control of it, as he knew he would, and he was ready. He reached out, anger intensified, and showed the plant just how much he had developed, and what else he had learned. In grim fascination he saw horror paint Knives' face, saw the man try to fight what was happening, and saw his eyes widen in surprise when Legato extended his hand - his left hand - towards him, radiating even more power.
Knives tried to utter a strangled cry, but his throat was constricted, and, eyebrows twitching wildly, mouth straining to open and let forth a sound, any sound at all, he fell back onto his bed and felt the mental bonds hold him there. And then Legato was leaning over him, smiling, triumphant.
"I'm not a slave anymore," he declared, and took away Knives' consciousness.
~~~~~
When Knives came to, he was sitting on the cold, marble floor of a very large, very dusty room, his back to a cold wall. Before him was a long table, at which a young, blond man sat, regarding him quietly with green eyes, and hanging from the high ceiling above him, a crystal chandelier alight with what seemed to be a hundred candles.
He wasn't tied, just confused, and as he stretched out his limbs and tried to rise to his feet, he heard approaching footsteps, turning his head to see Legato approaching casually. When he glanced back to see the blonde man at the table, he had disappeared.
"I brought you here for a reason." Legato offered his hand to Knives, but withdrew it once he saw the other man didn't appreciate his help.
Knives threw all his mental attack power at Legato, but it bounced off harmlessly, thoroughly exhausting him.
"You haven't learned yet?" Legato shook his head sadly.
More footsteps, lighter this time. Knives saw a young woman, slender and tall, her skin deathly pale, the color of her snowy turtleneck, and her hair long, silky, falling in spiral curls, raven colored as were her jeans. Emerald eyes sparkled at him in remorse, full lips frowning. She turned away from quickly, as if she couldn't stand the sight of him, and raised herself up slightly to touch her lips to Legato's.
He tilted his head receptively, and then ended the kiss gently, turning to face Knives. "Meet Felicity. My wife."
~~~~~
So.give me your thoughts. Any suggestions are appreciated as well. Umm.next chapter, more Legato, more Knives, more explaining, and a little...Midvalley?! We'll see...
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
The moons had now risen into the dark skies of Gunsmoke, and Knives, who lay stretched out on his back in his bed, arms folded behind his head, stared listlessly at them. Three very long years - that was the period of time he had spent with his brother and Meryl, now Vash's wife. No longer was he sadistic and bent on the destruction of the human race - no, genocide was a dream that had flown far, far away, something he had lost all passion for - but that didn't mean he was the picture of contentment either. In fact, he was a rather depressed individual who seemed to have developed almost a fear of humans, refusing to step foot inside the nearest town.
It was times like these that things came to mind. How could Vash have defeated him? His brother was weak...and he was strong, wasn't he? Furthermore, what had happened to him? Why did he put himself through all the trouble of trying to conform to his brother's idea of life? It'd be easier just to quit and go live alone. Rectifying his cause of creating an Eden was impossible, and he realized it - he wasn't stupid after all, and somehow...humans just didn't disgust him as much. Bothered him, yes, disgusted him, no. Perhaps his niece had something to do with that.
His ice blue eyes widened slightly as a slim shadow darted past his window, blocking out the moonlight flowing over his bed. Now very alert, he sat up and stared at the serene desert just outside his room, illuminated beneath the stars, and then gasped in complete shock as the large glass doors leading to a small balcony swung silently open without any assistance from a human hand.
How can that be...?
A figure grew in the darkness, materializing in the shadows, and as it drew nearer, he saw a tall, broad-shouldered man of lean muscle and underlying, untold power transforming, golden eyes burning with all the intensity of the sun. There was that familiar, black turtleneck, the gray jeans, but a something new. A crimson duster that touched the floor, scarlet and so reminding of the blood he had once shed all in his name. Knives half expected a low, silky-smooth voice to whisper in his mind, "Mastah..."
That didn't happen.
"Legato," murmured Knives, eyeing his servant, taken for dead, standing there rigidly, face completely impassive. "Vash killed you."
"No."
Knives didn't know what to say next. Should he tell him the genocide thing was a no-go? Even so, this complicated things immensely. But it could work out. Legato shared his feelings about humans, even if he was one, and Knives had taken quite some time adjusting to the fact that nobody obeyed his commands or served him on hand and foot anymore.
A smile twitched at the corner's of Knive's lips, one that Legato recognized as a facial cast expressing pleasure, like he was going to get what he wanted. The blue-haired man scowled at the arrogance. He had been his servant once - that time had passed.
"Why did you come here?" From the tone of the plant's voice, he was expecting an exulting, satisfying answer.
Legato started forward in calm, steady steps, speaking in a soft voice as he breathed, "Things are different now, Knives... Did you really think I'd bleed my life away for you after how you've changed - after how I have changed?" He smirked, almost frightening his former master. "I am powerful. And you never let me believe that. I need something. And you are going to give it to me."
Knives stood his ground, shaking his head in slight amusement and disbelief. Seems his slave needed a little discipline. Rapidly, his mind invaded Legato's, but he encountered shunt after shunt set up in defense. Desperately he tried to break them, but they just kept rebuilding endlessly, and before he could wear himself out, he resorted to a physical attack.
Legato jerked ever so slightly, but resisted the pressure on his body, realizing Knives was trying to seize control of it, as he knew he would, and he was ready. He reached out, anger intensified, and showed the plant just how much he had developed, and what else he had learned. In grim fascination he saw horror paint Knives' face, saw the man try to fight what was happening, and saw his eyes widen in surprise when Legato extended his hand - his left hand - towards him, radiating even more power.
Knives tried to utter a strangled cry, but his throat was constricted, and, eyebrows twitching wildly, mouth straining to open and let forth a sound, any sound at all, he fell back onto his bed and felt the mental bonds hold him there. And then Legato was leaning over him, smiling, triumphant.
"I'm not a slave anymore," he declared, and took away Knives' consciousness.
~~~~~
When Knives came to, he was sitting on the cold, marble floor of a very large, very dusty room, his back to a cold wall. Before him was a long table, at which a young, blond man sat, regarding him quietly with green eyes, and hanging from the high ceiling above him, a crystal chandelier alight with what seemed to be a hundred candles.
He wasn't tied, just confused, and as he stretched out his limbs and tried to rise to his feet, he heard approaching footsteps, turning his head to see Legato approaching casually. When he glanced back to see the blonde man at the table, he had disappeared.
"I brought you here for a reason." Legato offered his hand to Knives, but withdrew it once he saw the other man didn't appreciate his help.
Knives threw all his mental attack power at Legato, but it bounced off harmlessly, thoroughly exhausting him.
"You haven't learned yet?" Legato shook his head sadly.
More footsteps, lighter this time. Knives saw a young woman, slender and tall, her skin deathly pale, the color of her snowy turtleneck, and her hair long, silky, falling in spiral curls, raven colored as were her jeans. Emerald eyes sparkled at him in remorse, full lips frowning. She turned away from quickly, as if she couldn't stand the sight of him, and raised herself up slightly to touch her lips to Legato's.
He tilted his head receptively, and then ended the kiss gently, turning to face Knives. "Meet Felicity. My wife."
~~~~~
So.give me your thoughts. Any suggestions are appreciated as well. Umm.next chapter, more Legato, more Knives, more explaining, and a little...Midvalley?! We'll see...