Author's notes: For clarification, Legato isn't ACTUALLY a vampire in this story, just psycho. It makes it even more interesting that way.

He entered the room silently. Legato heard Him enter but did not react. He wasn't sure if that was what He wanted.

"Legato."

"Master," Legato whispered.

"You haven't even tried."

Legato was silent.

"Since I last saw you. You haven't tried."

Legato swallowed.

"Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"You're talking about Your brother Master."

"Yes I am."

Legato hesitated.

"Explanation?"

"Midvalley was the Gung-Ho Gun I was going to assign, he - he's wounded now, and - "

Legato was suddenly struck across the face.

"No excuses!" He barked, his face scarlet with rage and his pale eyes widened in fury.

Legato felt his lip quiver.

"I'm sorry Master - "

"Do you want me angry with you?!"

"I'll get to work - "

"Do you like to see me upset?!"

"No, Master, no," Legato cried dejectedly. Master Knives snarled, His lip curling and spittle flying as He spoke.

"You'd better do what you've been told!"

"Yes Master," Legato mewled forlornly.

Knives pulled him close so their noses were nearly touching. Legato was tempted to stretch just a bit farther and place a kiss on his Master's lips, but thought better of it.

"You know what happens to humans that deceive me."

"Yes, Master, but I'm not like that -"

"Are you so sure?"

Legato felt a small sound escape from his throat. He had his own doubts - but he couldn't! He was faithful, more so than all the other Gung-Ho Guns, living or dead, combined. So why did he doubt?

"Because you hate His brother, and hate Him for loving His brother," Legato thought.

Knives pulled Legato closer, brushing their lips together. Legato's body seized up. He was pushed away.

"Clothes off."

Legato hesitated, but complied. Knives pushed him so his stomach was against the headboard of the bed, nearly winding him. Knives straddled him and entered him vigorously, not bothering to use anything to make it easier on Legato. But He liked it when Legato was in pain.

Over the years, Legato grew to like it too. He had to like it. It's what the Master wanted.

Legato whimpered and mewled and struggled to breathe as Master Knives pushed Himself into release. With a final grunt, it was done, but Legato had a hard time catching his breath.

Knives stood and fully clothed Himself. He used a hand to brush through His hair quickly and left Legato alone.