Like Brother, Like Evil Twin Brother
Disclaimer: I do not own Knives (well, not that one anyway) nor Legato. Or anything else Trigun. Or I'd be successful and rich instead of poor and unknown. Yasuhiro Nightow owns all.
Raiting: R, I think. I'm actually really bad with ratings.
Pairing: None, but we all know Legato is Knives' bitch. (I love you both! I wish I had a bitch...)
Notes: Let us take a step away from the ordinary WxV, and experience a new form of love. The twisted kind. Knives and Legato.
"What pathetic Spider invention is this?" A brown lump with a hole through the middle was sat in front of his sight.
"A donut Master." A servant answered in an even, deep monotone.
"Ah. So these are the things that give my brother such orgasmic bliss." The ice blue eyes examined the small circular pastry critically.
"Yes Master." Legato continued to stand straight, head bowed, and hands limp at his sides.
"Perhaps I shall try one. Even if they are made by such pathetic beings." The higher being continued to look at the donut, not touching it.
"As you wish Master." Knives turned to his blue haired servant.
"Legato." It was not a question, but a demand, to be taken as a question by the receiver of it.
"Yes Master?" The ever apathetic voice responded in turn.
"Take a bite out of this one first. If it were to be poison, I would be most displeased." Legato lifted his head and Vash's arm, lifting the donut to his mouth and taking a bite. He didn't keel over and die. Knives wasn't sure if he was happy about that or not. Perhaps he was. It was nice having a man-servant with decent powers. And lust for blood. That was a must.
"It is not poisoned, my Master." The servant stood, yellow eyes downcast and arm holding out the proffered pastry.
"As I can see, as you are still among the pathetic hordes of living." A bite was taken. Then another. And one more until the entirety of it was gone.
"Legato." Once again, a statement, not a question, and a raise of a too blonde eyebrow.
"Yes Master?" The voice showed the slightest hint of emotion; amazement.
"I demand more of these 'donuts'." The statement was said firmly, but his ice chip eyes belied a hidden happiness.
"As you wish Master." A very small smirk had made its way onto the psychic's mouth. He smiled internally, he had pleased his master. That meant good things for his sex life.
"No, Legato. As I Demand. Now!"
eh. I caved. Can't come up with anymore cool new formats. I might repeat some...later. As a side note, this is my first time writing Knives and Legato...and I have to say, it was Fun. Tell me if you like the Knives/Legato thing, I might write more of them. Please.