An hour passes and the teacher allows everyone to talk, only a few minutes until the last bell rings. Legato kept his head low and his eyes out of sight. Another minute passed and the bell ringed. Everyone ran out and packed up. Legato left last and sluggishly packed his things. Then, as Legato packed, Mr. Whoer stepped up. "Hi Legato." He smiled. Legato quickly glanced at him. "Come with me for a moment." He led Legato to his room. "Sit." He commanded. Legato sighed and sat. "What are you doing this summer?" He asked. Legato wished he would go away. He made a not knowing gesture. "Any body you're going to meet up with?" Legato glanced at the clock then shook his head no. "So it's going to be pretty boring for you then." Mr. Whoer smiled. Legato filled with anger as he shook his head no. "Would you like me to give you something to do?" Mr. Whoer laughed. Legato made no signal. He became more and more angry. "You're a good kid. You need to speak more. Tell me. What do you think of?" They both became silent. Breath was stopped and voices ended. "Any hidden feelings?" Mr. Whoer asked. Legato became enraged; he wanted him to go away. "Any feelings now?…. About me?" Mr. Whoer asked. Legato slowly looked straight into his teacher's eyes. Flames engulfed his golden eyes. Legato then grinned. Mr. Whoer gasped. Never in his years with Legato has he seen him smile. Legato chuckled demonically. "L-Legato?" The trembling teacher shakily said. "I wish you would go away." Legato said clear. Mr. Whoer put on a curious face. He then got up and began to open his closed door. Legato followed him with his eyes. Mr. Whoer felt a sharp pain go through his head. He then mindlessly turned and head for a window. He stood for a moment, Legato still staring at him with an insane smile. Then the teacher smashed his fist through the glass. His fist bled tremendously and continued on. He yelled out in pain. Legato giggled silently. Mr. Whoer then grabbed a piece of hanging large glass and held it to his chest. In the next minute he struck. The lifeless man lied on the ground in cold blood. Legato grinned louder. Then he stood and slipped out the door like a weasel in the dark. Silently closing the door behind, he left the school with his things and an evil charm in his heart.
He walked along, occasionally glancing at his blood red hand. Melissa then ran up. Legato had been gone for an hour since school. "Where have you been?!" She yelled. "Mr. Whoer is dead!" She cried. Legato stared at her, his mind knew. "Come on!" She pulled, but halted. "No." Legato said calmly. "What?" "I-" Legato thought quickly. "I can't be around dead people." He said. "I understand, he was a great teacher." Melissa smiled then ran off. Legato couldn't help but blurt out a tiny laugh.
Legato entered quietly through his home. His "mother" had left to hell knows where and his "father" slept in his own beer. Legato squinted at this disgusting sight. Then he crept up the stairs. Suddenly the steps squeaked. "Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!" His "father" yelled. Legato turned to find himself face a fat pig staring at him. Legato came to the bottom step. He now was completely enraged. Sullenness filled him then bled out his emotionless holes. "Do you enjoy degrading others?" Legato spoke. "What's that?" His "father" gasped. "Do you? Make others feel like specks of dust as you lie in your own emotions." Legato kept no emotion in his words. "What did you say boy?!" His "father" yelled. "Shut your mouth!" He yelled. "No. It's time you did." Legato squinted. Suddenly his father turned, mouth a gape, and took his stapler gun lying on his table. He pointed it in his mouth and shot. Legato stared with no emotion then walked up the stairs.
A few minutes later Legato heard a scream. "Mother is home." Legato stood. "Oh dear lord!" She gasped. Legato silently walked down the stairs and stopped at the last one. "Oh my god!" She cried over the bleeding body. She then looked at Legato. "Why couldn't it been you?" She glared. Legato stared at her. "I don't know." Legato whispered. Then he saw another flash of light in his eyes. He rubbed his eyes then angrily looked to his "mother". His heart raced and a cold heat ran up his spine. "Why!" She yelled. Then she got up and began to run to Legato with horrible eyes. Legato stepped back then pushed her. She fell back and all Legato heard was a loud snap of bone. Legato dared to look and found the women lying on a huge nail, right through her skull. Legato slipped past then walked outside and locked the door behind him.
Legato walks on a bit when he hears his sister running up. He turns and she throws her arms around him. Tears soak into his trench coat. Legato's breath deepened. He shoved her roughly away. "They're dead! Our parents!" She cried. Legato remained silent. She attempts to hug him again, but he grabs her and tosses her away. He breathes hard. Does he dare to kill the only person ever nice to him? The only human that trusted and loved him… He dared.
Her lifeless body fell to the ground in a pool of blood. He held back a laugh, but it escaped. He chuckled then walked on further. He exited the only town he knew and through the hot desert, not once turning back and disappeared into faded light.
Legato traveled on. The desert had no affect on him. He was feeling very blue in summer, his favorite kind of days. He yawned occasionally but walked on. Suddenly a dark shadow peered. It slashed by. Legato struggled to follow it so not to turn his back on it. It rushes by then grabs Legato's left arm. The last thing Legato remembered was a huge pain shooting through his body. He felt the blood leek and spurt. Legato gasped and collapsed to the ground. The monster blurred in his eyes then it formed into a being. A tall blonde haired man with red and white clothes. "May I help you up?" He arrogantly said. Legato growled a bit and he clutched his stub-like arm. "You are Legato?" Legato's sight faded dramatically as he looked up. "Would you like to help me?" "What?" Legato said. "I can give you another arm." Legato gasped and saw nothing on his left shoulder. "Join with me, we can rid this earth of the abomination." The man held out his hand. "Abomination?" Legato grunted. "Humans." The man smiled. Legato had no choice so he grabbed the mans hand.
*o0o* 100 years later *o0o*
The heat scorched the small town. Vash the Stampede slinked out from the gunsmith's workshop. He rests calmly on a nearby bench and shuts his eyes.
The bell atop the door rings. "Good day, how can I help you sir?" The gunsmith smiled then his smile turned red.
A tall man with a brown bag, wearing a long white trench coat and six huge spikes on an armored shoulder walks by Vash. He opens one eye to peek. The man sits on the bench across from Vash's area, back to back. Vash relaxes. He sighs and slums. "Enjoying yourself?" A voice enters his mind. Vash instantly sits straight. His heartbeat raced. "Who are you?" Vash tried to communicate. "Would you like to know what I've got in my bag?" The voice laughs a bit. "What?" Vash dared to ask. "A little going away present, for you will be leaving this Earth soon enough." The voice said. Vash then caught the sent of cold blood. His eyes widened. "Who are you?" Vash tensed up. The voice laughs shortly. "Legato. Legato Bluesummers." He evilly smiled.