Thank you everyone who has given me R&R! It makes me so happy ::sob::!!! I'd like to thank my mother and father, and the academy... ::goes on and on...:: Oh and if you didn't see the message I just added to the second ch, then here it is: I did a pic for this fic, its about Rai's vision of legato in a tub full of melted ice cream, etc etc... so I tried to put in a link but it didn't work, so if you wanna see the pic, then go tho my profile page and then click on homepage. It should take you to my userpage and the pic I did should be there, the title is Legato sleepwalks pic. Ok?

disclaimer: ::sing to the tune of jingle bells:: sue sue sue sue sue sue sue sue sue sue sue... please dont sue cuz i am poor and... aw hell who gives a fuck...

ch 3--

No one heard him walk into the kitchen.

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"What are you doing in here you little evil-munchkin-wunchkin-child? Muah muah muah..." Dominique asked brightly. She had a bad habbit of babying Zazie. When she was sober.

"Stop calling me that Dominique. YOU FREAK! Stupid... ugly..." Now we've already talked about Zazie's temper problems, so I don't need to elaborate.

"I was just being nice, you little ding-dong..."

"Shut up ho-ho." (Please ignore my reference to pastries...)

At that, Dominique went into her "someone needs a hug tirade" and everyone in the kitchen left.

In the safety of the living room (is there one?) the talk of Legato's problem continued.

"Maybe it's stress."

"Nah..."

"Too much caffeine?"

"Doubt it."

"Keeping his horny dreams bottled up for too long?"

"Sounds reasonable."

Meanwhile, our happy egotistical friend had remembered nothing of last night, but it did puzzle him that he had woken up with no clothes on and he was hearing strange whimpering noises coming out from under his bed. So he just assumed that one of Zazie's sandworms had a baby, and it was currently living under his bed, so oh well, he had no problem with that. As long as it didn't crap all over the place. He got dressed and headed to Knives' lair-like section of the Gung-Ho-Guns complex, giving Midvalley enough time to escape to the safety of his room. The only person that saw him go to his room was Caine. Now Midvalley didn't really give a fuck at this point, but the fact that Midvalley was streaking utterly disturbed Caine.

"AAAAAAAH! Get the FUCK away from ME you... you... DISGUSTING... uuugh!" Knives was not having a good day. It all started when he woke up. On the floor. Apparently, he had rolled off the bed sometime during the night, and continued to sleep. But Knives doesn't like change, so waking up on the floor utterly terrified him. Next, he sat up and hit his head on his night stand, causing his eyes to fill with tears and he started to curse like sailor who just stepped on a sailors foot who had stepped on his foot. When he stopped sobbing, he went to take a shower, and he slipped on his rubber duckie and fell and hit his head. Again.

Legato, hearing his master's screams (which had an unusual little-girl quality to them) came rushing up the stairs, burst through the door and was staring at Knives, clothed in a shower curtain, having pulled it down when he fell and hit his head. Again. Being the sensible person he was, Legato ran up to Knives, ripped the shower curtain off him and began inspecting for owies.

"Where does it hurt master?"

"E-e-everywhere!" Knives sobbed.

Legato prodded Knives in different places, trying to find what hurt. His right hand went up, to Knives' forehead, but his other hand went down. Way down. And Legato didn't notice that until it was too late. Knives shrieked.

"AAAAAAH! Get the FUCK away from ME you... you.. DISGUSTING... uuugh!" And now his most loyal minion was poking him in places he preferred not to be poked in.

"I'm sorry master... I'll leave." Legato gave a quick bow and exited quickly.

"So you think it's the horny dreams thing?"

"Yup."

"Well I think it is something else."

"Yeah, like wha-- Hey brat! What are you doing in here?!" Midvalley yelled at the little demon child.

"I'm trying to help." Zazie explained, wiping lipstick smudges off his face with a kleenex. Dominique had given up on trying to make him more kiddish because he had sent one of his sandworms to her as a present, to keep her "busy."

"Yeah, well what else could it possibly be?" Midvalley said. He was always the skeptical one when it came to taking advice from children, but hey, who isn't?

"Well about two days ago, I walked in on Legato when he was having a "good dream," before he started dayDREAMING, he must have been eating ICE CREAM."

The blank look on the Gung-Ho-Guns faces irked Zazie. But he went on patiently.

"So maybe the ICE CREAM caused his weird sleepwalking condition."

They all cracked up.

"Oh ya, that is so believable! Ice cream...!"

"Ha Ha! Like that could ever happen!"

"It's just ice cream, how could that cause anything besides indigestion?!"

"......... ... ...... .......! ......, ........ ... .......!!!"

"Amen to that brotha!"

Infruiated, Zazie left the room. His explanation had sounded perfectly rational when he explained to Mr. Wuggles! The stuffed bear had not contradicted him one bit.

tbc

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ak35: weeeeelll... that ch. wasnt too good, cuz i am brain dead currently... anyone have any ideas for me?

Zazie: yeah, i have one, drop this shitty ass fic!!!

ak35: shut up twerp! ::sweatdrop:: well dont listen to him! Plz RnR n Help me out if you want to.

Zazie: ::sticktounge:: :P