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Note: This story revolves around a yaoi theme, meaning a relationship between two men. If you find this fact unappealing, do not tell me how you disapprove, instead refrain from reading the content.
'Midvalley, how I loathe him- No, I hate him. He's inferior, a product of nothing more than feral humans allowed to breed. He is pathetic, wormy, not worth of my Time. He is even below my contempt. And through all this. . .He is my replacement, just as I am Vash's. Also like Vash, Master has a place for him, higher than mine possibly. What could Master want with Midvalley that I cannot give? Companionship? Pleasure? No. . . If only he knew how much I. . . want to. . . serve him. I'm getting off the point, what does Midvalley do, play music perhaps? Heh, I could do that if I applied myself. I could do it better than Master could ever imagine. Perhaps I shall visit him later. Pay a special visit'
Arduous footsteps sounding like heavy boots on newly polished tile jarred Legato out of his thought. He listened closely to them; they were too light to be E.G mine's, definitely not Dominique either. The footsteps stopped and Legato inched his way toward the entrance to his room, there was no door so it was easy enough to see out. He could hear the sound of pained breathing, and the faint dripping of. . . water? Next came a loud thud. The breathing stopped. Cautiously Legato poked his head out the door, taking a quick glance around before pulling back. If Master was coming, he did not want to be spotted out of place, the man hated it when he looked into his eyes, heavens only know what would happen if he was roaming about without authorization.
A heap of bruised flesh, bound in fine brown leather lay motionless on the floor. The person, the man had obviously been selected by Master as part of his crew, this new idea he had organized; apparently this poor guy did not quite fit the job description. Pitty, he was barely out of his twenties by the looks of it and well trained, built like a brick house. The only loss of his was that he could have passed as Cro-Magnon man with features like his.
Beaten and battered, his body bled, forming a pool of liquid life on the floor that ran downhill through the cracks in the tile. Legato watched with mild interest as the blood ran past his doorway and continued on its way. Kneeling to examine the substance, he coated his fingertips with it, admiring the fact that it was still warm even thought it was separated from the source.
He brought his blood-coated fingers to his now trembling lips, almost eager for whatever might be placed upon them, thirsty as it might be called. The very thought of drinking another beings blood irked something in the back of him mind, almost making him sick- but blood was as good a drink as any. . .Despite its nature. Ignoring all signals that his body was sending him that what he was doing was against everything natural, he spread the blood across his lips like a balm then continued to lick it off. Calling him vampiric would have been a stretch, merely curious would have fit perfectly however. The taste was quite different from his own blood; it was, smoother, cleaner. He dipped his fingers in the blood again, this time taking a moment to examine it before even daring to place it upon himself. Before he could move to smear the blood across his lips once more, a hand was rested on his bad shoulder, causing him to let out a restrained shriek of pain.
"You need to get that checked out." An unfamiliar tenor voice cooed with mother-like care.
Legato looked down at the polished brown leather shoes and slowly progressed to black dress pants, neatly pressed black suit, and eventually a high, pink collar of a blouse. He diverted his vision to the body of the dead man, and then to the blood soaked floor.
"Name's Midvalley, Midvalley the Hornfreak, what's yours?"
Legato remained silent. Nobody ever asked him his name, they all just. . . knew. "Slave." He answered slowly, almost stuttering over he word.
"Slave? I could have sworn Knives called you Legato." Midvalley shrugged.
"My name is Slave, Midvalley the Hornfreak, or would freak be a more proper name for you?"
Midvalley removed his hand from Legato and threw both hands in the air as a mock surrender. " Hey, hey, no need to get touchy, why don't you come back to my room so I can set that shoulder for you."
Legato glared at Midvalley for awhile before standing up, eyes narrowed, showing his chafed feelings. "I don't need your pity human."
"I have food."
~~
Legato sat half naked on a wooden stool while Midvalley bandaged and set his injured shoulder. He winced as the bandage was tightened, idly wondering if all humans were this rough when they were dealing with delicate matter such as this one. A slight chuckle of satisfaction escaped the man's lips as he admired his craftsmanship at successfully bandaging a wound.
"That should do ya!" Pride and joy rang through Midvalleys voice as he gave Legato a slap on the injured shoulder for emphasis.
The sharp gasp signaled for all how much that little blow hurt, the fact that is was followed by a pair of golden eyes willing to stare death into anyone who crossed them was only adding to the matter.
"Sorry." Midvalley whispered.
With a rebuff, Legato snatched his formerly white shirt off of the bedspread and wriggled his way into it, taking care not to rub against his injury. Trying in vain to brush some of the wrinkles out, he rose to his feet and proceeded towards the doorway, having no intentions of thanking, or even showing what little gratitude he had, it was human nature to do so. Something stopped him in his tracks, looking behind his shoulder through navy bangs, he stared directly into Midvalley's ebony eyes.
"You said you had food."
Midvalley sighed "Is that all you ever think of?" He grabbed a paper sack and extended it for Legato to take at will.
Likewise, Legato grabbed for it, Midvalley pulled it back. He tried to snatch it again, Midvalley dangled it over his head. An annoyed expression crept onto Legato's face as he gazed longingly at the parcel, cursing his short stature.
"A little beyond your reach Gato'?" Midvalley teased, evidently enjoying this game.
One last time Legato lunged for the food. He missed yet again and slammed hard into Midvalley's chest, knocking both of them over. They laid there for awhile, Midvalley, having the wind knocked out of him, took this time to catch his breath, while Legato on the other hand put all his effort into grabbing his promised food that, ostensibly would always be just out of his grasp.
"So. . ." Midvalley started, "you weren't kidding when you asked about the food." He finished and shook the bag in a mini victory.
"Give it to me." Legato demanded, his stomach roared in anticipation of whatever treat might be in the bag. He tried to grab it again, but as always Midvalley pulled it just a little further away.
"And ruin my fun? Are you kidding?" He laughed and slid from under Legato, leaving him lying on the floor. "Besides, my lunch is in here to. You're not the only one who has to eat."
Legato growled menacingly and hoisted himself up on the stool he had been sitting on so that he was propped up on his chest. His stomach growled again, this time louder than before.
"Damn. . . Doesn't Knives ever feed you?"
"That's none of your concern human." Legato tried to get the bag again.
Midvalley gave a small laugh "You keep calling me human, you're forgetting that you yourself are also human.
Before he could react, Midvalley found himself bent over backwards, still clutching the bag of food. The pain was excruciating, every muscle, every ligament had been stretched and twisted in an unnatural way. Legato chuckled lowly, he was waiting for the essential 'snap' of cracking bone. It had become a rather familiar sound to him over the years of servitude to the Master. Finally Midvalley dropped the bag, upon seeing this, Legato let him go, completely forgetting about breaking him in half.
Legato literally crawled over to the bag, his left arm hanging limply by his side, the right one was worse for the ware since he, for all accounts, tackled Midvalley. The Hornfreak laid on the floor, his back arched, rubbing his probably bruised skin with the utmost care. Meanwhile Legato tore the bag open with his teeth and was currently shredding some tin foil. It took a couple minuets for Midvalley to recover enough to sit up even remotely straight, for the time, he was just thankful that whatever the hell happened to him, that it had stopped. Blinking a few times, hands still rubbing his back tenderly, he shifted his primary attention to 'Gato, as he decided to call him now, and his valliant, but one-sided battle with aluminum foil. He managed to restrain himself from laughing, only letting out soft snickers disguised by hoarse coughs following them.
"Here let me help you with that." Midvalley picked up the partially unwrapped parcel, wiping the dool that had 'Gato gotten on it on the bed, not wanting to dirty his clothes. Carefully, he picked away at the package, not really head-over-heels for touching a chewed package.
"You just couldn't wait –till- you got it open to start gnawing away, could you?" Said Midnalley in his usual joking tone.
An anxious Legato peered up at him with a 'You're-not-going-to-eat-that-are- you-you-bastard?' type of look. 'Now it was time for some real fun' Midvalley mused to himself and sat on the bed, near the stool. Quickly he smeared some of the icing on his hand, and showed it in Legato's face, trying to see what he could make him do. As expected, he was served with a look of utter disgust if not repulsion on Legato's half.
"What do you take me for, a sheer toy to be played with as you will? It was evident from the cold tone that the joke did not strike as remotely funny to him.
Midvalley only smirked. "It's only fair, you got to play with me, now it's my turn"
The look on Legato's face had changed from disgust to a sneer as he lowered himself to eating on the behalf of a tainted being, it was vile, sickening, and by the looks of it, the only available meal of the day, which served to make things even more repulsive than they already were. Midvalley snickered as the Legato's detest for having to do anything that 'The Master' did not order.
Wasting no time at all, Legato pushed himself to his feet and took a seat fully on the bed, grasping fingers clawing desperately for food. A grin spread from ear to ear on Midvalley. Right then a sinister idea popped into his head, the consequences to his actions would be a little less than appealing, but the expression on 'Gato's face would be priceless. Running a hand through Legato's hair gently, he paused to look at the boy's face. "Good dog." He laughed, not noticing the hurt, and slightly betrayed look on the other's visage
"Good dog?" Legato reiterated slowly as he turned to look at the floor, memories of some of the 'best' days of his life with Master came flooding back at light speed.
~~
The dimly lit room was bathed in a soft yellow light. It was nighttime,
as it always was when Master demanded his presence, something about this
time of day was almost supernatural, ethereal. A figure sat on a fine
mahogany bed, cloaked in robes of fine black satin, luxurious,
bittersweet, a mystery, only the best for an angel. Fair blonde hair,
almost white was grown long, threatening to sweep past his shoulders, it
only added to the man- no, the angel's charm. A faint aroma of roses
engulfed the room, immersing everyone and thing in it with devil-like
allure. A rose, deep red, threatening to plunge into a black shade laid
comfortably in The Master's loose grip. He was sitting up, leaning on the
bed frame, legs arched in the air, and the hand that carried the rose was
hung languidly over the side of the divan. He was beautiful. The clothes
that adorned him were a blemish, a dishonor to his figure, they could
never to his body justice, nothing could.
"Slave, come to me." Knives beckoned in the 'come hither' way he did so
well. "I want you, now."
The boy entered the room quickly, as though the fires of hell itself were
at his heels. It was hard to hide the fact that he was young, barely
eight if that. Although his age was minute, he was tall and lanky, edging
on five feet, impressive given his time. His features were just starting
to define, something that normally would have happened in years to come.
The outline of his figure was a dead giveaway that he was malnourished,
weak, simply skin and bones. Yet something in his eyes, those uncanny
yellow eyes gave him a look of superior strength, a spirit that, no
matter what may come, could not be broken.
"Yes Master." The quivering voice answered back with as much reverence as
it could muster as the boy, Legato, gradually stepped forward.
"No! Not like that!" Knives virtually shouted, odd considering his normal
tone he used. "Crawl to me." The second half of his statement came far
quieter, almost casual.
"Yes Master, as you wish." Legato lowered himself to his hands and knees
and scraped across the floor's rough surface that could have given
sandpaper a run for its money. Spots of blood appeared on the coarse
concrete floor, it was a shame that the beauty of the room itself had to
descent by the lack of proper carpeting.
When he finally reached the Master's side, his legs were threadbare, a
bloody mess, but he was happy for it. It was what The Master wanted. A
gloved hand, delicate yet forceful, stroked his hair in approval as a
perverse smirk appeared on Master's lips. "Good dog, slave, good dog, why
don't you rest on my bed for a moment?"
"Of course Master." Legato got up and sat on the Master's black, satin
sheets. Almost afraid of ruining them with his deficiency.
"Lay down." A command, not a request, and it would be followed, no
questions asked.
"Yes Master." Legato did as he was told, he knew what was next, whether
he wanted it or not was something beyond his mental capacity, but he
recognized what was going on. That. Was what he wanted, what he yearned
for.
"You're doing quite well today Slave" The master said as he joined moved
in closer to Legato, so close to touching him, but still remaining away,
painfully away from him. "You please me."
Tears of gratitude swept down Legato's face, yet his face remained blank
as a slate, null and void to all emotion. Nice remarks were few and far
in between, usually blood sport, and deep bruises were his just reward.
Knives brushed away one of his tears and tasted the tart texture. A smile
spread across his eyes, his faultless crystalline blue angel eyes. Knives
then grabbed a needle from his pocket, a simple metal needle use to sew,
and started making thin cuts in Legato's receptive flesh. Beads of pure,
ruby blood formed from the scratches.
"Do you know why I do this Slave?" The sound of that wonderful voice
silenced all in that room, even the electric buzz of the lamp seemed to
quiet as he spoke.
Legato choked on his sentence. The worst possible thing the Master could
do was ask that one question right now.
"Because I have yet to find your brother, for my neglect to bring him to
you, this is my-" Knives pressed a gentle finger against Legato's lips.
"Say it in five words or less." He coaxed.
Legato was shaking again, he had become rather brilliant in that field so
it would seem. "Because I didn't find him"
Knives stabbed him in the chest, breaking the needle in the process.
Legato tried to cry out in pain before a callous slap to the face stopped
him. " I said five words or less, not six. You disappointed me." His tone
was no longer as smooth and alluring as it had been, instead in changed;
changed into the tone that would be most fitting to a serpent, guttural,
malicious.
Legato squeezed his eyes shut, pressing the last of his tears out,
praying he could magically erase his words. He went from good to bad in 6
words, well 5 and a half, or something of that nature doesn't matter what
it was, he did wrong, he had failed. The stinging sensation in his cheek
burned like fire as he reached to touch it, but a hand stopped him.
Knives. Master.
"What makes you think you are allowed to do that? You are my dog, and you
will do as I command. You are my dog, and I am your Master. Remember
that."
"I am your dog. . . your bitch?" His voice replied with the innocence of
a child.
"Exactly, good dog."
~~
Midvalley finally stopped laughing and noticed that Legato's head was
buried deep into the covers, his whole body was in a rather lethargic,
motionless state with the exception of his shoulders, which were shaking
ever so vaguely. Was he crying? Was it something I said? Oh. . . "Hey,
'Gato it was just a joke, don't take it personally!" Midvalley said,
voice half panicked. "'Gato?"
He wasn't moving. Midvalley laid a hand on him, shaking his slightly,
still no movement. 'Oh crap, I killed Knives' boy toy.' Was the first
coherent thought to cross his mind. He knew that there was no way he'd
live to breathe another day if that was the case. His hand traveled to
the back of Legato's neck, rubbing the hair that was in the way of bare
skin Legato shifted a little, the calming feeling on the back of his neck
pried him out of his daydream state. As soon as his eyes opened, they
almost instinctively went to focus on the cake.
"You're relentless on this cake!" Midvalley joked and softly forced
Legato into a sitting position. "You want it?" Legato nodded his head
groggily, still not quite with it, and still remembering what had gone on
all those years ago.
"Open your mouth Gato', I'm starting to doubt your ability to feed
yourself."
Legato protested a bit, but gave in after the aroma of chocolate smacked
him straight in the face, he didn't have the willpower to resist that
temptation. Midvalley broke off a small chunk in cake and placed it
inside Legato's awaiting mouth. When he finished with that, Midvalley
placed another chunk in his mouth till it was gone. It was only a matter
of time after the food disappeared from the scene that Legato had drifted
into a quiet sleep, using Midvalley's lap as his own personal pillow.
"Poor kid" Midvalley whispered quietly to himself as he gazed down at the
sleeping figure on him "I'll be watching over you, don't worry. . ."
A grunt of abhor ruined the scene, catching Midvalley off guard. Lo and
behold, the infamous Knives Million was leaning in the threshold, glaring
at him like a gothic gargoyle statue atop a cathedral, it was a look that
he had perfected along with so many other things.
Note: This story revolves around a yaoi theme, meaning a relationship between two men. If you find this fact unappealing, do not tell me how you disapprove, instead refrain from reading the content.
'Midvalley, how I loathe him- No, I hate him. He's inferior, a product of nothing more than feral humans allowed to breed. He is pathetic, wormy, not worth of my Time. He is even below my contempt. And through all this. . .He is my replacement, just as I am Vash's. Also like Vash, Master has a place for him, higher than mine possibly. What could Master want with Midvalley that I cannot give? Companionship? Pleasure? No. . . If only he knew how much I. . . want to. . . serve him. I'm getting off the point, what does Midvalley do, play music perhaps? Heh, I could do that if I applied myself. I could do it better than Master could ever imagine. Perhaps I shall visit him later. Pay a special visit'
Arduous footsteps sounding like heavy boots on newly polished tile jarred Legato out of his thought. He listened closely to them; they were too light to be E.G mine's, definitely not Dominique either. The footsteps stopped and Legato inched his way toward the entrance to his room, there was no door so it was easy enough to see out. He could hear the sound of pained breathing, and the faint dripping of. . . water? Next came a loud thud. The breathing stopped. Cautiously Legato poked his head out the door, taking a quick glance around before pulling back. If Master was coming, he did not want to be spotted out of place, the man hated it when he looked into his eyes, heavens only know what would happen if he was roaming about without authorization.
A heap of bruised flesh, bound in fine brown leather lay motionless on the floor. The person, the man had obviously been selected by Master as part of his crew, this new idea he had organized; apparently this poor guy did not quite fit the job description. Pitty, he was barely out of his twenties by the looks of it and well trained, built like a brick house. The only loss of his was that he could have passed as Cro-Magnon man with features like his.
Beaten and battered, his body bled, forming a pool of liquid life on the floor that ran downhill through the cracks in the tile. Legato watched with mild interest as the blood ran past his doorway and continued on its way. Kneeling to examine the substance, he coated his fingertips with it, admiring the fact that it was still warm even thought it was separated from the source.
He brought his blood-coated fingers to his now trembling lips, almost eager for whatever might be placed upon them, thirsty as it might be called. The very thought of drinking another beings blood irked something in the back of him mind, almost making him sick- but blood was as good a drink as any. . .Despite its nature. Ignoring all signals that his body was sending him that what he was doing was against everything natural, he spread the blood across his lips like a balm then continued to lick it off. Calling him vampiric would have been a stretch, merely curious would have fit perfectly however. The taste was quite different from his own blood; it was, smoother, cleaner. He dipped his fingers in the blood again, this time taking a moment to examine it before even daring to place it upon himself. Before he could move to smear the blood across his lips once more, a hand was rested on his bad shoulder, causing him to let out a restrained shriek of pain.
"You need to get that checked out." An unfamiliar tenor voice cooed with mother-like care.
Legato looked down at the polished brown leather shoes and slowly progressed to black dress pants, neatly pressed black suit, and eventually a high, pink collar of a blouse. He diverted his vision to the body of the dead man, and then to the blood soaked floor.
"Name's Midvalley, Midvalley the Hornfreak, what's yours?"
Legato remained silent. Nobody ever asked him his name, they all just. . . knew. "Slave." He answered slowly, almost stuttering over he word.
"Slave? I could have sworn Knives called you Legato." Midvalley shrugged.
"My name is Slave, Midvalley the Hornfreak, or would freak be a more proper name for you?"
Midvalley removed his hand from Legato and threw both hands in the air as a mock surrender. " Hey, hey, no need to get touchy, why don't you come back to my room so I can set that shoulder for you."
Legato glared at Midvalley for awhile before standing up, eyes narrowed, showing his chafed feelings. "I don't need your pity human."
"I have food."
~~
Legato sat half naked on a wooden stool while Midvalley bandaged and set his injured shoulder. He winced as the bandage was tightened, idly wondering if all humans were this rough when they were dealing with delicate matter such as this one. A slight chuckle of satisfaction escaped the man's lips as he admired his craftsmanship at successfully bandaging a wound.
"That should do ya!" Pride and joy rang through Midvalleys voice as he gave Legato a slap on the injured shoulder for emphasis.
The sharp gasp signaled for all how much that little blow hurt, the fact that is was followed by a pair of golden eyes willing to stare death into anyone who crossed them was only adding to the matter.
"Sorry." Midvalley whispered.
With a rebuff, Legato snatched his formerly white shirt off of the bedspread and wriggled his way into it, taking care not to rub against his injury. Trying in vain to brush some of the wrinkles out, he rose to his feet and proceeded towards the doorway, having no intentions of thanking, or even showing what little gratitude he had, it was human nature to do so. Something stopped him in his tracks, looking behind his shoulder through navy bangs, he stared directly into Midvalley's ebony eyes.
"You said you had food."
Midvalley sighed "Is that all you ever think of?" He grabbed a paper sack and extended it for Legato to take at will.
Likewise, Legato grabbed for it, Midvalley pulled it back. He tried to snatch it again, Midvalley dangled it over his head. An annoyed expression crept onto Legato's face as he gazed longingly at the parcel, cursing his short stature.
"A little beyond your reach Gato'?" Midvalley teased, evidently enjoying this game.
One last time Legato lunged for the food. He missed yet again and slammed hard into Midvalley's chest, knocking both of them over. They laid there for awhile, Midvalley, having the wind knocked out of him, took this time to catch his breath, while Legato on the other hand put all his effort into grabbing his promised food that, ostensibly would always be just out of his grasp.
"So. . ." Midvalley started, "you weren't kidding when you asked about the food." He finished and shook the bag in a mini victory.
"Give it to me." Legato demanded, his stomach roared in anticipation of whatever treat might be in the bag. He tried to grab it again, but as always Midvalley pulled it just a little further away.
"And ruin my fun? Are you kidding?" He laughed and slid from under Legato, leaving him lying on the floor. "Besides, my lunch is in here to. You're not the only one who has to eat."
Legato growled menacingly and hoisted himself up on the stool he had been sitting on so that he was propped up on his chest. His stomach growled again, this time louder than before.
"Damn. . . Doesn't Knives ever feed you?"
"That's none of your concern human." Legato tried to get the bag again.
Midvalley gave a small laugh "You keep calling me human, you're forgetting that you yourself are also human.
Before he could react, Midvalley found himself bent over backwards, still clutching the bag of food. The pain was excruciating, every muscle, every ligament had been stretched and twisted in an unnatural way. Legato chuckled lowly, he was waiting for the essential 'snap' of cracking bone. It had become a rather familiar sound to him over the years of servitude to the Master. Finally Midvalley dropped the bag, upon seeing this, Legato let him go, completely forgetting about breaking him in half.
Legato literally crawled over to the bag, his left arm hanging limply by his side, the right one was worse for the ware since he, for all accounts, tackled Midvalley. The Hornfreak laid on the floor, his back arched, rubbing his probably bruised skin with the utmost care. Meanwhile Legato tore the bag open with his teeth and was currently shredding some tin foil. It took a couple minuets for Midvalley to recover enough to sit up even remotely straight, for the time, he was just thankful that whatever the hell happened to him, that it had stopped. Blinking a few times, hands still rubbing his back tenderly, he shifted his primary attention to 'Gato, as he decided to call him now, and his valliant, but one-sided battle with aluminum foil. He managed to restrain himself from laughing, only letting out soft snickers disguised by hoarse coughs following them.
"Here let me help you with that." Midvalley picked up the partially unwrapped parcel, wiping the dool that had 'Gato gotten on it on the bed, not wanting to dirty his clothes. Carefully, he picked away at the package, not really head-over-heels for touching a chewed package.
"You just couldn't wait –till- you got it open to start gnawing away, could you?" Said Midnalley in his usual joking tone.
An anxious Legato peered up at him with a 'You're-not-going-to-eat-that-are- you-you-bastard?' type of look. 'Now it was time for some real fun' Midvalley mused to himself and sat on the bed, near the stool. Quickly he smeared some of the icing on his hand, and showed it in Legato's face, trying to see what he could make him do. As expected, he was served with a look of utter disgust if not repulsion on Legato's half.
"What do you take me for, a sheer toy to be played with as you will? It was evident from the cold tone that the joke did not strike as remotely funny to him.
Midvalley only smirked. "It's only fair, you got to play with me, now it's my turn"
The look on Legato's face had changed from disgust to a sneer as he lowered himself to eating on the behalf of a tainted being, it was vile, sickening, and by the looks of it, the only available meal of the day, which served to make things even more repulsive than they already were. Midvalley snickered as the Legato's detest for having to do anything that 'The Master' did not order.
Wasting no time at all, Legato pushed himself to his feet and took a seat fully on the bed, grasping fingers clawing desperately for food. A grin spread from ear to ear on Midvalley. Right then a sinister idea popped into his head, the consequences to his actions would be a little less than appealing, but the expression on 'Gato's face would be priceless. Running a hand through Legato's hair gently, he paused to look at the boy's face. "Good dog." He laughed, not noticing the hurt, and slightly betrayed look on the other's visage
"Good dog?" Legato reiterated slowly as he turned to look at the floor, memories of some of the 'best' days of his life with Master came flooding back at light speed.
~~
The dimly lit room was bathed in a soft yellow light. It was nighttime,
as it always was when Master demanded his presence, something about this
time of day was almost supernatural, ethereal. A figure sat on a fine
mahogany bed, cloaked in robes of fine black satin, luxurious,
bittersweet, a mystery, only the best for an angel. Fair blonde hair,
almost white was grown long, threatening to sweep past his shoulders, it
only added to the man- no, the angel's charm. A faint aroma of roses
engulfed the room, immersing everyone and thing in it with devil-like
allure. A rose, deep red, threatening to plunge into a black shade laid
comfortably in The Master's loose grip. He was sitting up, leaning on the
bed frame, legs arched in the air, and the hand that carried the rose was
hung languidly over the side of the divan. He was beautiful. The clothes
that adorned him were a blemish, a dishonor to his figure, they could
never to his body justice, nothing could.
"Slave, come to me." Knives beckoned in the 'come hither' way he did so
well. "I want you, now."
The boy entered the room quickly, as though the fires of hell itself were
at his heels. It was hard to hide the fact that he was young, barely
eight if that. Although his age was minute, he was tall and lanky, edging
on five feet, impressive given his time. His features were just starting
to define, something that normally would have happened in years to come.
The outline of his figure was a dead giveaway that he was malnourished,
weak, simply skin and bones. Yet something in his eyes, those uncanny
yellow eyes gave him a look of superior strength, a spirit that, no
matter what may come, could not be broken.
"Yes Master." The quivering voice answered back with as much reverence as
it could muster as the boy, Legato, gradually stepped forward.
"No! Not like that!" Knives virtually shouted, odd considering his normal
tone he used. "Crawl to me." The second half of his statement came far
quieter, almost casual.
"Yes Master, as you wish." Legato lowered himself to his hands and knees
and scraped across the floor's rough surface that could have given
sandpaper a run for its money. Spots of blood appeared on the coarse
concrete floor, it was a shame that the beauty of the room itself had to
descent by the lack of proper carpeting.
When he finally reached the Master's side, his legs were threadbare, a
bloody mess, but he was happy for it. It was what The Master wanted. A
gloved hand, delicate yet forceful, stroked his hair in approval as a
perverse smirk appeared on Master's lips. "Good dog, slave, good dog, why
don't you rest on my bed for a moment?"
"Of course Master." Legato got up and sat on the Master's black, satin
sheets. Almost afraid of ruining them with his deficiency.
"Lay down." A command, not a request, and it would be followed, no
questions asked.
"Yes Master." Legato did as he was told, he knew what was next, whether
he wanted it or not was something beyond his mental capacity, but he
recognized what was going on. That. Was what he wanted, what he yearned
for.
"You're doing quite well today Slave" The master said as he joined moved
in closer to Legato, so close to touching him, but still remaining away,
painfully away from him. "You please me."
Tears of gratitude swept down Legato's face, yet his face remained blank
as a slate, null and void to all emotion. Nice remarks were few and far
in between, usually blood sport, and deep bruises were his just reward.
Knives brushed away one of his tears and tasted the tart texture. A smile
spread across his eyes, his faultless crystalline blue angel eyes. Knives
then grabbed a needle from his pocket, a simple metal needle use to sew,
and started making thin cuts in Legato's receptive flesh. Beads of pure,
ruby blood formed from the scratches.
"Do you know why I do this Slave?" The sound of that wonderful voice
silenced all in that room, even the electric buzz of the lamp seemed to
quiet as he spoke.
Legato choked on his sentence. The worst possible thing the Master could
do was ask that one question right now.
"Because I have yet to find your brother, for my neglect to bring him to
you, this is my-" Knives pressed a gentle finger against Legato's lips.
"Say it in five words or less." He coaxed.
Legato was shaking again, he had become rather brilliant in that field so
it would seem. "Because I didn't find him"
Knives stabbed him in the chest, breaking the needle in the process.
Legato tried to cry out in pain before a callous slap to the face stopped
him. " I said five words or less, not six. You disappointed me." His tone
was no longer as smooth and alluring as it had been, instead in changed;
changed into the tone that would be most fitting to a serpent, guttural,
malicious.
Legato squeezed his eyes shut, pressing the last of his tears out,
praying he could magically erase his words. He went from good to bad in 6
words, well 5 and a half, or something of that nature doesn't matter what
it was, he did wrong, he had failed. The stinging sensation in his cheek
burned like fire as he reached to touch it, but a hand stopped him.
Knives. Master.
"What makes you think you are allowed to do that? You are my dog, and you
will do as I command. You are my dog, and I am your Master. Remember
that."
"I am your dog. . . your bitch?" His voice replied with the innocence of
a child.
"Exactly, good dog."
~~
Midvalley finally stopped laughing and noticed that Legato's head was
buried deep into the covers, his whole body was in a rather lethargic,
motionless state with the exception of his shoulders, which were shaking
ever so vaguely. Was he crying? Was it something I said? Oh. . . "Hey,
'Gato it was just a joke, don't take it personally!" Midvalley said,
voice half panicked. "'Gato?"
He wasn't moving. Midvalley laid a hand on him, shaking his slightly,
still no movement. 'Oh crap, I killed Knives' boy toy.' Was the first
coherent thought to cross his mind. He knew that there was no way he'd
live to breathe another day if that was the case. His hand traveled to
the back of Legato's neck, rubbing the hair that was in the way of bare
skin Legato shifted a little, the calming feeling on the back of his neck
pried him out of his daydream state. As soon as his eyes opened, they
almost instinctively went to focus on the cake.
"You're relentless on this cake!" Midvalley joked and softly forced
Legato into a sitting position. "You want it?" Legato nodded his head
groggily, still not quite with it, and still remembering what had gone on
all those years ago.
"Open your mouth Gato', I'm starting to doubt your ability to feed
yourself."
Legato protested a bit, but gave in after the aroma of chocolate smacked
him straight in the face, he didn't have the willpower to resist that
temptation. Midvalley broke off a small chunk in cake and placed it
inside Legato's awaiting mouth. When he finished with that, Midvalley
placed another chunk in his mouth till it was gone. It was only a matter
of time after the food disappeared from the scene that Legato had drifted
into a quiet sleep, using Midvalley's lap as his own personal pillow.
"Poor kid" Midvalley whispered quietly to himself as he gazed down at the
sleeping figure on him "I'll be watching over you, don't worry. . ."
A grunt of abhor ruined the scene, catching Midvalley off guard. Lo and
behold, the infamous Knives Million was leaning in the threshold, glaring
at him like a gothic gargoyle statue atop a cathedral, it was a look that
he had perfected along with so many other things.