I don't know where this idea popped up... from somewhere in my overloaded brain I guess... if all goes well, then I will continue...

disclaimer: I don't own Trigun... but if I did, there would be more hot guys... ::drools::

note: Swearing, and random flying OOCness...

Ch. 1-- What were you doing in there?

It is 7:45 AM, in Knives' EVIL LAIR (yes, that is how he spells it), on the planet Gunsmoke.

And Knives is screaming bloody murder.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed, you blue-haired-lapdog-human-scum?" Knives yells at the top of his lungs. Legato Bluesummers is, or was currently asleep in Knives' EVIL BED OF EVILNESS, which was quite comfy, mind you. But of course, Legato didn't know that until he was rudely awakened by an oh-so-familiar screaming, which was being directed to his face. "Huuuuuh?" Legato mumbled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "Where am I? What am I doing? And who is yelling at me?" The yellow-eyed-pyscic-pyscopathic-psyco thought. And then realization slapped him across the face.

"Master, I-I-I'm sorry... I don't know why I'm in here..." He stammered. Meanwhile, Knives was going off on a string of particularly nasty curses. Legato sidled out of the bed. "GET OUT!" Knives orederd, his eyes filled with an un-natural, plantlike version of hate, which stung ten times as much as normal human glares. Legato gave a quick bow and headed to the door. Putting his hand on the doorknob, he turned it and pulled the door open. And a mass of people known as the Gung-Ho-Guns fell on top of him.

Thirty-seven hasty apologies later, Legato found himself in the kitchen (Is there a kitchen?). Sitting expectantly in front of him were: Midvalley the Hornfreak, resident pimpin' musician of Knives' EVIL LAIR, Dominique the Cyclops, the one and only woman in the Gung-Ho-Guns, and E.G. Mine, a good specimen of the closest related species to a hedgehog. All the other Gung-Ho-Guns had either: one, lost interest, two, didn't care, or three, got kicked out by the threesome currently sitting in front of our happy egotistical friend. Most of the absent Gung-Ho-Guns fit into the last criteria.

"So, Legato... What in the hell happened in there?" Questioned E.G. "Yeah Legs, Why were you in the boss' room?" Dominique asked. "He was in there because he was fertilizing the plant!" Midvalley declared. "I'm sure of it!" Dom and E.G. cracked up, much to Legato's dismay. "Was it plain or extra strength, Legato?" Ha ha ha ha ha! The laughing of the three people in front of him was really starting to irritate him. "Would you just shut up!?" He snapped. "It wasn't my fault... I have no idea how I ended up in his room." Dom, E.G., and Midvalley exchanged looks. "Riiiight" The three drawled sarcastically.

Later(Legato sleep-thinking to no one in particular)

"It all started with this dream I had..."

"A scantily clad Knives (And by scantily clad, I mean wearing a bed sheet) was beckoning to me..." "And he was saying..." "Legato... come to my room... you belong in here..." Yes, it was all very seductive, but it was just a dream and a hot dream too. And that's all I remember for some reason. Then all of a sudden, I wake up in HIS room? How did a dream cause me to end up Master's room? He shut his eyes tightly and tried to recall more of his dream. And Knives was saying... "Legato, are you going to finish that ice cream? It's melting..."

"What? Huh?" Legato didn't even realize that he had gotten himself ice cream, and he didn't know that he had fallen asleep. And he also didn't realize that Zazie had been standing in front of him. "I said are you gonna fin--" "I heard what you said... and I'm telling you to take it and go somewhere else. I was trying to think about something, you know." Legato finished irritably, holding out the bowl of ice cream to the little demonic brat. Zazie frowned and took the bowl. "You know, if you are gonna have wet dreams, then I suggest you have them in your room and not in the kitchen. And slap that horny smile off your stupid face." Zazie, his temper easily going over the top, thanks to Legato's frustratingly calm voice, had reverted to his demon form, as he always does when people treat him like they are superior because he is in a child's body and not some huge hulking monster's. Legato, meanwhile, had been daydreaming off again and was making up the rest of his hot Knives dream as he went along. And it had a lot to do with vanilla ice cream and cheesecake. And hotdogs.

tbc

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Ya, I noe it is very short, but it will get longer if I get some reviews... I'm getting ideas...

Legato: what the fuck is this shit?

ak35: dis is sum funny shit das wut it is.

Legato: ... i hate you...

ak35: please, i could make you love zazie if i wanted to.

Legato: wat? thats gross he's a minor!

ak35: he's probly like, 3000 in demon years...