Hey, yea I decided to update...Thanx for all the reviews! This chapter has more OOC mushiness (forgive me!) and a poorly done 'moment'. Sorry it took awhile, but here it is! (as I said before, forgive all the OOC-ness, and just try and enjoy it! Possibly, I could have more reviews? I need input and stuff! TTFN!
Knives' Angel
Chapter 3- Bring me to life
It had only been a few days, but it was already clear that Legato wasn't going to make it. I had been watching him get worse by the hour, seeing his body deteriorate more each time I looked at him. I had been looking after him day and night, hardly taking my eyes off him. It was hard for me to believe that there was nothing in my power I could do to help him.
Placing a hand on his cheek, I found that his fever from the previous nights had not gone down. The blood tinged sweat that dripped down his forehead felt like liquid fire under my fingers. I knew that his fragile human body couldn't tolerate temperatures like that and live to tell the tale, no matter how strong the he was. As I tried my best to keep him cool, I found myself taking off more and more of his clothing.
"I'm doing this for your own good." I said aloud as I pulled off his undershirt. I knew that he couldn't hear me, but I wasn't really saying it for him anyway. By now I had stripped him down to his shorts, and I was trying my hardest to keep my mind away from various dirty thoughts that passed my mind all too often. I ran a few fingers tentatively over his feverish chest, unable to stop myself. Why was I doing this? Angry at my actions, I turned my fingers downward and dragged my fingernails forcefully across the remainder of his abdomen, digging deep gashes into his hot flesh. Why couldn't I just allow him to die? He was totally replaceable, yet he wasn't. When I thought about it, I realized that I didn't want anyone else. But, if I didn't do something, I would lose him forever.
I already knew I couldn't fix the wound to his head, that was out of the question. He was too damaged, it was clear that his body would be of no more use. If that was the case, then what hope did he have? His mind was still very much alive, but if it stayed within his now-useless body, it would die as well. He needed a new body, though it seemed impossible to accomplish the task of getting one.
Then, it hit me. I too had been severely injured at one time, after the fight with Vash at July. I had lain resting after that, in need of revival. It was only when I was synched with the Plant that I was reborn into a suitable body. Yes, that had worked for me, but surely it wouldn't work with a mere human such as Legato. I gazed over at him once more, gauging the situation. In his condition, he would not last any more than four days before he died. If I didn't take this risk, he would die, and I did attempt to save him, he might die as well. In short, there was nothing to lose. The chance was very small that something like this could work, but if it did, Legato would be reborn as a Plant.
At first the idea seemed almost blasphemous, to have a lowly human ascend into perfection. It was going against everything that I stood for, everything I believed in. of course he wouldn't be truly perfect; his mind would still be that of a human, but his abilities would be enhanced a thousand times over. He could be of much more use to me that way, being so much stronger and nearly indestructible.
I looked down at him for a minute, suddenly unsure of myself. I didn't know if what I was doing was right. Could he even handle this transformation, if I managed to figure out how to do it at all?
"I don't want you to die." I whispered finally, momentarily overcome. I wanted to save him so bad, but now everything seemed to be slipping away. I couldn't let this happen to him, I had decided that on the first day of this ordeal. Looking outside defiantly, I grabbed his limp body in one arm and threw him over my shoulder with one movement. I was taking him up to the Plant; there was nothing else I could do.
"This could be anything, really. An end, a beginning-it's all-up to you now. I don't know what's going to happen, but it's better than doing nothing. If this all works out, you'll be something more than anyone else could imagine. From now on, it's all or nothing. What is it going to be?" I asked him silently. As always, there was no response, but part of me was sure he could hear what I said.
Once we arrived at the Plant, I set him down on a small counter and began to make preparations. As I worked on, I couldn't help but spare a glance in his direction every few minutes. This was something I had never done before, and I was worried that all my efforts would be in vain if he ended up dying. Failure was something I wasn't used to and I wasn't pleased with the possibility of it's eminence. What happened after this all ended didn't matter, the here and now was the only important thing.
After working tirelessly for a solid few hours, I was ready to hook him up and wait whatever would happen next. I took a few minutes to study his face before I put him inside the large light bulb shaped device. I didn't want to forget what he looked like in case he didn't make it through. Trying to take in every detail fully, I found myself studying him from every possible angle. He wasn't perfect by any means, but I came to realize that it was his little imperfections that made him uniquely beautiful. I couldn't understand why that word had popped into my head, but it was true. Legato was beautiful. I smiled slightly, finally able to think that thought freely.
Before hooking up the last sensor I leaned in close over Legato, and after a few minutes hesitation, kissed him lightly on the forehead. Silently, I prayed to myself that it would not be the last time. He looked so peaceful suddenly, suspended within his temporary prison of sorts. If things worked out, he would soon emerge like a caterpillar from a cocoon; he would be a butterfly. A butterfly all my own.
So, that's it for now. I probably did the whole end thing all wrong, I really have NO idea how they revived Knives-sama ( so, I kinda made it up a bit, I hope it wasn't that bad! But, you have to admit it was sorta cute! Hopefully next chap will be longer, but I can't make promises! Laters!
Knives' Angel
Knives' Angel
Chapter 3- Bring me to life
It had only been a few days, but it was already clear that Legato wasn't going to make it. I had been watching him get worse by the hour, seeing his body deteriorate more each time I looked at him. I had been looking after him day and night, hardly taking my eyes off him. It was hard for me to believe that there was nothing in my power I could do to help him.
Placing a hand on his cheek, I found that his fever from the previous nights had not gone down. The blood tinged sweat that dripped down his forehead felt like liquid fire under my fingers. I knew that his fragile human body couldn't tolerate temperatures like that and live to tell the tale, no matter how strong the he was. As I tried my best to keep him cool, I found myself taking off more and more of his clothing.
"I'm doing this for your own good." I said aloud as I pulled off his undershirt. I knew that he couldn't hear me, but I wasn't really saying it for him anyway. By now I had stripped him down to his shorts, and I was trying my hardest to keep my mind away from various dirty thoughts that passed my mind all too often. I ran a few fingers tentatively over his feverish chest, unable to stop myself. Why was I doing this? Angry at my actions, I turned my fingers downward and dragged my fingernails forcefully across the remainder of his abdomen, digging deep gashes into his hot flesh. Why couldn't I just allow him to die? He was totally replaceable, yet he wasn't. When I thought about it, I realized that I didn't want anyone else. But, if I didn't do something, I would lose him forever.
I already knew I couldn't fix the wound to his head, that was out of the question. He was too damaged, it was clear that his body would be of no more use. If that was the case, then what hope did he have? His mind was still very much alive, but if it stayed within his now-useless body, it would die as well. He needed a new body, though it seemed impossible to accomplish the task of getting one.
Then, it hit me. I too had been severely injured at one time, after the fight with Vash at July. I had lain resting after that, in need of revival. It was only when I was synched with the Plant that I was reborn into a suitable body. Yes, that had worked for me, but surely it wouldn't work with a mere human such as Legato. I gazed over at him once more, gauging the situation. In his condition, he would not last any more than four days before he died. If I didn't take this risk, he would die, and I did attempt to save him, he might die as well. In short, there was nothing to lose. The chance was very small that something like this could work, but if it did, Legato would be reborn as a Plant.
At first the idea seemed almost blasphemous, to have a lowly human ascend into perfection. It was going against everything that I stood for, everything I believed in. of course he wouldn't be truly perfect; his mind would still be that of a human, but his abilities would be enhanced a thousand times over. He could be of much more use to me that way, being so much stronger and nearly indestructible.
I looked down at him for a minute, suddenly unsure of myself. I didn't know if what I was doing was right. Could he even handle this transformation, if I managed to figure out how to do it at all?
"I don't want you to die." I whispered finally, momentarily overcome. I wanted to save him so bad, but now everything seemed to be slipping away. I couldn't let this happen to him, I had decided that on the first day of this ordeal. Looking outside defiantly, I grabbed his limp body in one arm and threw him over my shoulder with one movement. I was taking him up to the Plant; there was nothing else I could do.
"This could be anything, really. An end, a beginning-it's all-up to you now. I don't know what's going to happen, but it's better than doing nothing. If this all works out, you'll be something more than anyone else could imagine. From now on, it's all or nothing. What is it going to be?" I asked him silently. As always, there was no response, but part of me was sure he could hear what I said.
Once we arrived at the Plant, I set him down on a small counter and began to make preparations. As I worked on, I couldn't help but spare a glance in his direction every few minutes. This was something I had never done before, and I was worried that all my efforts would be in vain if he ended up dying. Failure was something I wasn't used to and I wasn't pleased with the possibility of it's eminence. What happened after this all ended didn't matter, the here and now was the only important thing.
After working tirelessly for a solid few hours, I was ready to hook him up and wait whatever would happen next. I took a few minutes to study his face before I put him inside the large light bulb shaped device. I didn't want to forget what he looked like in case he didn't make it through. Trying to take in every detail fully, I found myself studying him from every possible angle. He wasn't perfect by any means, but I came to realize that it was his little imperfections that made him uniquely beautiful. I couldn't understand why that word had popped into my head, but it was true. Legato was beautiful. I smiled slightly, finally able to think that thought freely.
Before hooking up the last sensor I leaned in close over Legato, and after a few minutes hesitation, kissed him lightly on the forehead. Silently, I prayed to myself that it would not be the last time. He looked so peaceful suddenly, suspended within his temporary prison of sorts. If things worked out, he would soon emerge like a caterpillar from a cocoon; he would be a butterfly. A butterfly all my own.
So, that's it for now. I probably did the whole end thing all wrong, I really have NO idea how they revived Knives-sama ( so, I kinda made it up a bit, I hope it wasn't that bad! But, you have to admit it was sorta cute! Hopefully next chap will be longer, but I can't make promises! Laters!
Knives' Angel
