Eh... I didn't mean for that chapter to be yaoi-ish. I meant for it to be weird. I'm weird, Legato's weird, the whole fanfic is weird! GAH HA HA HA HA!
_
Stop looking at me like that.
_________________________________________
Trigun: Way Too Far Behind the Scenes
_________________________________________
As disturbed as we were by that first incident, our itinerary ordered that we interview Legato. So about a day later, we worked up our courage and decided to go through with it.
Legato's Interview: Second Attempt
Logan and I were predictably uneasy at the thought of what we might see on the other side of that door. I pressed my ear to the door again and listened for any kind of psychotic giggling, thankfully, I didn't hear anything particularly out of the ordinary. I knocked once on the door, and was met with an unexpectedly mellow "Come in" from the other side. Logan and I exchanged nervous glances and nods, I summoned every ounce of manly courage I had (this isn't to say that I have a great deal of that _) and cracked the door open. Logan quickly raised the camera to his eye and hit record. I noticed that he wasn't actually looking through the eyepiece. Both of his eyes were closed. Frankly, I couldn't blame him. I was relieved to find Mr. Bluesummers sitting quietly at the appropriately-sized table on the right side of the room, enjoying a... hot dog.
"Ok," I assured my self mentally. "Just because he was waving a hot dog around before doesn't mean he's going to do anything odd now... I hope."
With a tiny beckoning gesture to Logan, I pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Legato. Logan stood between the two of us, the camera trained on Legato.
"Ahem... hello there Mr. Bluesummers."
"Good morning," he replied with uncharacteristic cheer, scarcely bothering to look up from the hot dog. "What can I do for you?"
I couldn't help but be a little bit put off by his sudden change of demeanor. Finally, I managed to speak again.
"Ah, yes. You see, we're here from General Idiocy Publications, and we've been sent to interview the cast of Trigun. We'd just like to ask you a few questions."
"Ask away." I arched an eyebrow as he popped a tiny smile that was both friendly, and horribly twisted.
"Alright then. Um..." I flipped through my list of questions, looking for a good icebreaker. "Ah. Here we go. Why are your eyes that color? I mean, I've seen people with hazel eyes, but yours are bright yellow. That seems rather... unique."
"I wear colored contacts."
"Ah, so what color are your real eyes?"
"... Yellow."
"Wait... so you... but... alright, moving swiftly on, is that really Vash the Stampede's arm on your body?" I decided not to make any mention of the fact that he seemed to be trying to fit that specific arm into his mouth the other day.
"Indeed. My master gave it to me so that I could control Vash's Angel Arm. Observe." Grinning broadly, he narrowed his eyes and flexed the fingers of his left hand. We all heard a few screams and explosions somewhere in the building. Logan's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as he glanced frantically about the room, expecting some wave of devastation to vaporize him where he stood. I dove under the table, whimpering and cursing. After a few seconds of this, we realized that we hadn't actually been burned into trace-elements. Logan's shoulders drooped visibly, and I poked my head just above the edge of the table to find Legato snickering with that same tiny, twisted smile. Slowly (oh-so-slowly) regaining my composure, I turned the chair right-side-up and sat down, trying to hide my uncontrollable shivering and the extremely violent twitch in my right eye. Before I could even say another word, the door was thrown open, loudly impacting the adjacent wall. Vash the Stampeded stood framed in the doorway, his shoulders so tensely raised that his neck disappeared. He was panting loudly and scowling rather hatefully at the smirking Legato.
"You..." hissed the red-coated figure.
"Well, we'll just..." Before I could even come close to finishing my sentence, Vash dove across the room, roaring his anger, landing on the table and grabbing Legato by the collar. Logan was forced to quickly sidestep to avoid the hurtling outlaw. I was shocked enough to tip the chair so far that I fell over backwards. I scrambled up against the wall and staggered to my feet, then made a beeline for the door. Logan followed in kind. We quickly slammed the door behind us and put all our weight onto it to ensure that it wouldn't open again. Breathing heavily, we exchanged horrified glances.
"Should we go ba..." Logan began. I knew the answer before he even finished.
"No. We should run. Fast."
We sprinted off down the hallway in unison. We knew perfectly well that we hadn't completely managed to finish the interview, but we both agreed we'd discovered more than enough about Legato Bluesummers. Safely outside the compound, we stopped, panting and doubled over.
"Crazy bastard," Logan muttered breathlessly.
I nodded in silent agreement. Flipping across my clipboard, I located the next subject on our list.
"Alright then. Next up: Dominique the Cyclops."
_________________________________________________
Ahh... good times.
Trust me, it'll only get weirder from here.
_
Stop looking at me like that.
_________________________________________
Trigun: Way Too Far Behind the Scenes
_________________________________________
As disturbed as we were by that first incident, our itinerary ordered that we interview Legato. So about a day later, we worked up our courage and decided to go through with it.
Legato's Interview: Second Attempt
Logan and I were predictably uneasy at the thought of what we might see on the other side of that door. I pressed my ear to the door again and listened for any kind of psychotic giggling, thankfully, I didn't hear anything particularly out of the ordinary. I knocked once on the door, and was met with an unexpectedly mellow "Come in" from the other side. Logan and I exchanged nervous glances and nods, I summoned every ounce of manly courage I had (this isn't to say that I have a great deal of that _) and cracked the door open. Logan quickly raised the camera to his eye and hit record. I noticed that he wasn't actually looking through the eyepiece. Both of his eyes were closed. Frankly, I couldn't blame him. I was relieved to find Mr. Bluesummers sitting quietly at the appropriately-sized table on the right side of the room, enjoying a... hot dog.
"Ok," I assured my self mentally. "Just because he was waving a hot dog around before doesn't mean he's going to do anything odd now... I hope."
With a tiny beckoning gesture to Logan, I pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Legato. Logan stood between the two of us, the camera trained on Legato.
"Ahem... hello there Mr. Bluesummers."
"Good morning," he replied with uncharacteristic cheer, scarcely bothering to look up from the hot dog. "What can I do for you?"
I couldn't help but be a little bit put off by his sudden change of demeanor. Finally, I managed to speak again.
"Ah, yes. You see, we're here from General Idiocy Publications, and we've been sent to interview the cast of Trigun. We'd just like to ask you a few questions."
"Ask away." I arched an eyebrow as he popped a tiny smile that was both friendly, and horribly twisted.
"Alright then. Um..." I flipped through my list of questions, looking for a good icebreaker. "Ah. Here we go. Why are your eyes that color? I mean, I've seen people with hazel eyes, but yours are bright yellow. That seems rather... unique."
"I wear colored contacts."
"Ah, so what color are your real eyes?"
"... Yellow."
"Wait... so you... but... alright, moving swiftly on, is that really Vash the Stampede's arm on your body?" I decided not to make any mention of the fact that he seemed to be trying to fit that specific arm into his mouth the other day.
"Indeed. My master gave it to me so that I could control Vash's Angel Arm. Observe." Grinning broadly, he narrowed his eyes and flexed the fingers of his left hand. We all heard a few screams and explosions somewhere in the building. Logan's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as he glanced frantically about the room, expecting some wave of devastation to vaporize him where he stood. I dove under the table, whimpering and cursing. After a few seconds of this, we realized that we hadn't actually been burned into trace-elements. Logan's shoulders drooped visibly, and I poked my head just above the edge of the table to find Legato snickering with that same tiny, twisted smile. Slowly (oh-so-slowly) regaining my composure, I turned the chair right-side-up and sat down, trying to hide my uncontrollable shivering and the extremely violent twitch in my right eye. Before I could even say another word, the door was thrown open, loudly impacting the adjacent wall. Vash the Stampeded stood framed in the doorway, his shoulders so tensely raised that his neck disappeared. He was panting loudly and scowling rather hatefully at the smirking Legato.
"You..." hissed the red-coated figure.
"Well, we'll just..." Before I could even come close to finishing my sentence, Vash dove across the room, roaring his anger, landing on the table and grabbing Legato by the collar. Logan was forced to quickly sidestep to avoid the hurtling outlaw. I was shocked enough to tip the chair so far that I fell over backwards. I scrambled up against the wall and staggered to my feet, then made a beeline for the door. Logan followed in kind. We quickly slammed the door behind us and put all our weight onto it to ensure that it wouldn't open again. Breathing heavily, we exchanged horrified glances.
"Should we go ba..." Logan began. I knew the answer before he even finished.
"No. We should run. Fast."
We sprinted off down the hallway in unison. We knew perfectly well that we hadn't completely managed to finish the interview, but we both agreed we'd discovered more than enough about Legato Bluesummers. Safely outside the compound, we stopped, panting and doubled over.
"Crazy bastard," Logan muttered breathlessly.
I nodded in silent agreement. Flipping across my clipboard, I located the next subject on our list.
"Alright then. Next up: Dominique the Cyclops."
_________________________________________________
Ahh... good times.
Trust me, it'll only get weirder from here.