A HAHAHAHAHAHA! I got the idea from the whole arm-licking thing. And the
fact that you never see Legato and Kuroneko-sama in the same scene
together. And the thing people picked up on where Legato can be broken up
into Le Gato.
By the by, I always thought of the musical term, but I suppose some people think in Spanish.
Response to Tearron Walker: Good job on the memorization. I applaud; I've only seen the series twice, and a few episodes varied numbers of times. (ep. 26: at least 7.) BTW, awesome website. Oh don't worry. The record player will return. You can count on that.... (evil grin.) And about the blood...
Vash: Yeah, Legato, what about the blood?
Legato: You idiot. Didn't you even notice that it wasn't a bullet you were shooting, but a blood capsule?
Vash: -.-... And the steak?
Legato: Ummm... It had a lot of fat on it.
Weasel!: I'm glad you were amused. That's not the end of Legato's madness, not by a long shot...heh heh heh...
DISCLAIMER! You're an insult to deaf people.
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ReVash:
Legato stopped prancing. He began sauntering, and the three kept walking. The sun set. The group stopped for the night under a solitary cactus. Vash and Knives fell asleep, and in the middle of the night, Knives woke. He looked around. His brother was sleeping soundly, but Legato was nowhere to be seen. And atop the cactus, outlined against the moon, a small black cat began singing.
Chapter 6: Aren't We Forgetting Something....?
The next morning Legato was back to normal. Vash's ankle, however, wasn't. It had done strange things over the night, and his purple sleeping bag sported little red blood spots. The ankle, on the other hand, was red and inflamed, and Vash was sad. Knives let Vash bandage it himself. Every time he looked at it he could imagine exactly how it would feel, and this was not a good thing. He twitched. "Legato, remind me never to let you bite anyone ever again."
Vash: "Let's go!"
Knives looked sidelong at his brother. "Are you sure you can walk on that thing?"
"Aye aye, cap'n! Just you watch me!" Vash fell over, and used something to lever himself back up. Then he noticed the thing he was using to lever himself up was the cactus. He started shaking spikes out of his hands. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow..." Legato began laughing. He made Vash's hands stop. "OW OW OW OW OW!"
"Legato..." said Knives warningly.
"Yes mastah." Legato sighed, and he stopped.
The three started walking. Unfortunately, within the hour, Vash had to stop seven times, and by midmorning he was the only way he could walk was with Knives' support. Noon saw him being carried by Knives. They stopped in the shade of a stand of rocks to sleep during the heat of the day.
"Dammit, Legato, you had to bite him, didn't you!"
"Forgive me, mastah, I had no idea what I was doing." Legato's grin said otherwise.
"Stupid crazy minion." Knives rolled his eyes and turned to his brother. "You okay?" Looked at the ankle Vash had just unwrapped. "Forget that question."
Vash gave a weak smile. "Y'know, today reminds me of the time I had to carry you across the desert. Not so long ago." He finished wrapping his ankle. Knives looked at him. "Go to sleep, Vash."
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The whole group slept through the noon hours, and Knives was the first awake. He looked at the shadows. It was about one o'clock, and the desert was silent. Nearly silent. A small regular sound made its way to Knives' ears. It sounded like something dragging on the sand; a lizard or something. It got louder. Knives tried to ignore it, then remembered something. "No way."
"Wert," said the record player.
Knives pulled out his gun and used the remaining bullet to shoot one of the record player's legs off. It fell over.
The report woke Legato and Vash. "Knives, what's going on?"
"It's that d@mned record player. The thing's followed us. D@mmit," he added. "Only six left." He held up the remaining bullets for inspection, then started loading his gun. Vash stayed his brother's hand. He smiled in the Vash-way. "Don't waste your bullets. We'll find some other way."
"What other way?"
"We can run."
"I can run. You can sit. That sums up our offensive capabilities, dreamer," said Knives, not unkindly. Well, not unkindly for Knives. (A/N: Nothing wrong with friendly sarcasm!)
Legato bowed. "Perhaps I may be of some service, mastah?"
Knives considered this possibility, then shook his head. "I don't think the thing has a mind to influence."
"No. I meant...well, I have one other weapon."
Knives suddenly grasped what he meant. "No, no, no! Not a good idea!" He glanced at the record player, which had reassembled and was showing its numerous teeth. "Alright..."
Legato reached into his pocket...
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PTG: Oooh, what's gonna happen? (Reads the last sentence written) People, a request. DO NOT READ ANYTHING INTO THIS THAT ISN"T THERE! TAKE THOSE LAST WORDS AT FACE VALUE ONLY AND GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER! That is all.
Vash: I don't see why you had to make my ankle all bad.
Random Anxious Reader: Ummm...Oh Great One?
PTG: Yes?
RAR: I don't think the wound would fester that quickly.
PTG: It was Legato that bit him. That should be reason enough for the wound to be highly evil.
RAR: oh.
Knives: (levels gun at Random Anxious Reader) Go review.
RAR: YESSIR!
PTG: Thenk you. (looks at audience.) You can review too. NOW. And keep reading.
By the by, I always thought of the musical term, but I suppose some people think in Spanish.
Response to Tearron Walker: Good job on the memorization. I applaud; I've only seen the series twice, and a few episodes varied numbers of times. (ep. 26: at least 7.) BTW, awesome website. Oh don't worry. The record player will return. You can count on that.... (evil grin.) And about the blood...
Vash: Yeah, Legato, what about the blood?
Legato: You idiot. Didn't you even notice that it wasn't a bullet you were shooting, but a blood capsule?
Vash: -.-... And the steak?
Legato: Ummm... It had a lot of fat on it.
Weasel!: I'm glad you were amused. That's not the end of Legato's madness, not by a long shot...heh heh heh...
DISCLAIMER! You're an insult to deaf people.
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ReVash:
Legato stopped prancing. He began sauntering, and the three kept walking. The sun set. The group stopped for the night under a solitary cactus. Vash and Knives fell asleep, and in the middle of the night, Knives woke. He looked around. His brother was sleeping soundly, but Legato was nowhere to be seen. And atop the cactus, outlined against the moon, a small black cat began singing.
Chapter 6: Aren't We Forgetting Something....?
The next morning Legato was back to normal. Vash's ankle, however, wasn't. It had done strange things over the night, and his purple sleeping bag sported little red blood spots. The ankle, on the other hand, was red and inflamed, and Vash was sad. Knives let Vash bandage it himself. Every time he looked at it he could imagine exactly how it would feel, and this was not a good thing. He twitched. "Legato, remind me never to let you bite anyone ever again."
Vash: "Let's go!"
Knives looked sidelong at his brother. "Are you sure you can walk on that thing?"
"Aye aye, cap'n! Just you watch me!" Vash fell over, and used something to lever himself back up. Then he noticed the thing he was using to lever himself up was the cactus. He started shaking spikes out of his hands. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow..." Legato began laughing. He made Vash's hands stop. "OW OW OW OW OW!"
"Legato..." said Knives warningly.
"Yes mastah." Legato sighed, and he stopped.
The three started walking. Unfortunately, within the hour, Vash had to stop seven times, and by midmorning he was the only way he could walk was with Knives' support. Noon saw him being carried by Knives. They stopped in the shade of a stand of rocks to sleep during the heat of the day.
"Dammit, Legato, you had to bite him, didn't you!"
"Forgive me, mastah, I had no idea what I was doing." Legato's grin said otherwise.
"Stupid crazy minion." Knives rolled his eyes and turned to his brother. "You okay?" Looked at the ankle Vash had just unwrapped. "Forget that question."
Vash gave a weak smile. "Y'know, today reminds me of the time I had to carry you across the desert. Not so long ago." He finished wrapping his ankle. Knives looked at him. "Go to sleep, Vash."
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The whole group slept through the noon hours, and Knives was the first awake. He looked at the shadows. It was about one o'clock, and the desert was silent. Nearly silent. A small regular sound made its way to Knives' ears. It sounded like something dragging on the sand; a lizard or something. It got louder. Knives tried to ignore it, then remembered something. "No way."
"Wert," said the record player.
Knives pulled out his gun and used the remaining bullet to shoot one of the record player's legs off. It fell over.
The report woke Legato and Vash. "Knives, what's going on?"
"It's that d@mned record player. The thing's followed us. D@mmit," he added. "Only six left." He held up the remaining bullets for inspection, then started loading his gun. Vash stayed his brother's hand. He smiled in the Vash-way. "Don't waste your bullets. We'll find some other way."
"What other way?"
"We can run."
"I can run. You can sit. That sums up our offensive capabilities, dreamer," said Knives, not unkindly. Well, not unkindly for Knives. (A/N: Nothing wrong with friendly sarcasm!)
Legato bowed. "Perhaps I may be of some service, mastah?"
Knives considered this possibility, then shook his head. "I don't think the thing has a mind to influence."
"No. I meant...well, I have one other weapon."
Knives suddenly grasped what he meant. "No, no, no! Not a good idea!" He glanced at the record player, which had reassembled and was showing its numerous teeth. "Alright..."
Legato reached into his pocket...
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PTG: Oooh, what's gonna happen? (Reads the last sentence written) People, a request. DO NOT READ ANYTHING INTO THIS THAT ISN"T THERE! TAKE THOSE LAST WORDS AT FACE VALUE ONLY AND GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER! That is all.
Vash: I don't see why you had to make my ankle all bad.
Random Anxious Reader: Ummm...Oh Great One?
PTG: Yes?
RAR: I don't think the wound would fester that quickly.
PTG: It was Legato that bit him. That should be reason enough for the wound to be highly evil.
RAR: oh.
Knives: (levels gun at Random Anxious Reader) Go review.
RAR: YESSIR!
PTG: Thenk you. (looks at audience.) You can review too. NOW. And keep reading.
