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disclaimer: don't sue or I'll hafta send legato to kill you. Hey that rhymed!

Ch. 2-- I know something you don't know and I'm not telling... (imagine Midvalley saying it in a singsong voice like a little kid)

"Nyah..." Said Legato oh so characteristically as he rolled over in his sleep. Midvalley meanwhile was having a stake out in front of Legato's door, along with Rai Dei the blade, a cheap imitation of Musashi Miyamoto, and Monev the Gale, who could be used as the military's last resort if need be.

"Squeek.....squeak...skweek...squelch (eeew...)..."

"Would you shut that shiz up?!" Midvalley whispered exasperatedly. This was the tenth time this night since they had started this little charade that Monev's purple spandex had made some squeaks and a randomly weird noise, one of which was "quack".

"I can't help it! It's been tighter ever since I put it in the washing machine!"

"That my friend is because... YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO PUT IT IN THE WASHING MACHINE YOU BIG MURASAKI BAKA!" Rai yelled.

"Stop yelling! I think he's..." Midvalley couldn't finish his sentence.

A rustle of sheets later, Legato's door opened. The threesome looked up in terror, expecting to see Legato's oh-you-are-so-gonna-die-stare that was usually reserved for Vash the Stampede- looming down upon them like a death sentence. But instead, Legato seemed to take no notice of them. He weaved right through them and headed straight down the hallway. Towards Knives' room.

"He's... He's... Sleepwalking..." Rai stuttered. At this, Monev shrieked like a little girl and ran away to his room. "I knew that guy was a gay pussy... purple..." Rai concluded. "And now if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to bed. I don't exactly want to find out what Legato does when he walks in his sleep." Rai stalked off in the opposite direction, heading back to his room, his mind polluted with all the sick things he thought Legato might do when he sleepwalks, one of which happened to be: taking a bath in a tub full of melted icecream, holding onto a Knives plushie and singing genocide at the top of his lungs. He shook the image out of his head, not knowing that he would be plagued with sick Legato x Knives thoughts and images for the rest of his life until Nicholas D. Wolfwood killed him. But he didnt't know that yet, so don't spoil it for him.

"Oh God, what pansies..." Midvalley groaned. He on the other hand, had been in front of Legato's bedroom door since 11:00 that night and it was now half past two. The others had only joined because Monev couldn't sleep and went to get a glass of milk and ran into Midvalley along the way, and Rai needed to take a wizz and tripped over Midvalley along the way. "Stupid fuck shit head dammit..." The disgruntled musician got up from his position on the floor and started to follow his boss.

"Master... please open the door... I am here..." Midvalley stared in horror as Legato continuously walked into Knives' bedroom door, like a wind up doll on crack that can't see where it was going, hentai words spilling out of his mouth. Knives, though, had been smart, and had learned from the recent "bedroom incident" and had started locking his door every time he went into his room. On the other side of the door, one could hear Knives whimpering: "Mommy... don't let him get meeee... momyyyy... go away... he's just a bad dream... go away..."

All our saxaphonist friend could do was stare and "..." And he was doing quite a good job of it. Legato's incessant colliding with Knives' door was starting to annoy him. So started towards Legato cautiously, he didn't know what Legato was capable of when he was asleep. And he did the worst thing possible. He touched Legato.

"Aaah... Master... you're here." And saying so, Legato latched onto Midvalley, who yelped in fright, and dragged him to the floor, preceding in doing whatever kinky hentai actions he was actually saving for Knives. "Okay... let's go now to my room and have hot monkey sex... yep... my room..." Legato threw Midvalley over his shoulder and carried him off. Midvalley's screams echoed throughout the Gung-Ho-Guns complex.

the next morning

A rather shaken Midvalley sat across the table from Dominique, Caine, Chapel, and E.G.

"Looks like someone was playing the uke last night..." Dom laughed.

"Shut up you gung-HO-gun... I spent part of the night tangled up in Legato's bed sheets, part of the night hiding under his bed, and part of the night trying to NOT get violated by that sick egotistical perv!" Midvalley ranted.

"..., ......?,....... ... ....... ...., ....... ...... ... ...!!!" Caine said.

"Caine is right." E.G. said. "How could you NOT get uke-ified by the boss? If he wants you, he wants you, if he wants you, you're his."

"He doesn't want me you retarded pincushion, he wants Knives! He thought I was Knives and since I wasn't protesting the way Knives would, he just assumed that I was Knives and somehow I was magically up for it! So he just did!"

The heated discussion of Legato's sleepwalking issue continued and the other Gung-Ho-Guns continued to poke fun at our poor musician.

No one heard him walk into the kitchen.

tbc

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midvalley: why are you so mean to me?

ak35: what do you mean, mean?

midvalley: you made legato think i was knives and then he tried to rape me!!! Oo

ak35: oh calm down ya pansy... he didnt... yet... ::smiles evilly::

midvalley: WHAT?! Oo

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