Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun.
Author's Notes: To smut or not to smut, that is the question.
"Get away from me" Legato warned, blood flushed from his cheeks and gathered in the pit of his stomach, leaving a woozy feeling behind as he broke away from the other man's grasp and scooted against the bed frame, legs glued to chest, leaving Midvalley face down in sheets snickering to himself like a madman.
"Now why would I do that, we being friends and all? Or, is there something you're afraid of Legato? Midvalley propped himself up on his elbows, still trying to gain his composure.
"Leave. Now." The firm reply sounded almost unnatural coming from Legato, far from his mouse-like demeanor.
An uncomfortable silence existed between them as the grin on Midvalley's happily drunken smile extended. The sun hid behind giant red sand dunes, and light ceased to shine through the window, causing the temperature to fall immensely. Soon, it would be as though the entire region was covered in polar ice; but that's the way the desert works, a sort of double-edged blade, hot by day, artic by night. A never-ending cycle, as the sun must rise and fall, the sands burn and freezes.
"It's get'n a little cold now, don't ya think? You still warm o'er there?" Midvalley positioned himself to a half crouching half sitting position, forcing the mattress to visibly flatten under his weight.
Legato's jaw dropped, when he told people to do something, they did it, but not him. Why? What does he want. . .with me. . .right now? If it's booze he wants, I'll just tell him I do not have any, then he will leave, right? . . .Right? But. . .I wonder, is he more like my father than I thought? He ran his fingers through his hair in disgust, eventually loosing all hope and flopping himself against the wall for support.
"Really that bad o'er there?" The now smug look on his face only increased in depth as Legato sat in silence. "Let me help you."
Midvalley crawled toward Legato in the 'come hither' way that he did everyone, Legato was like everyone else, either a customer, or a patient. He was just for easy kicks on a Saturday night. He made no difference.
~ You look so much like him,
I can almost see his face as
I gaze into your eyes.
~
Legato stared into his eyes. What was the point in running away, or even fighting? There was no way out of here- besides the window, which in itself was a nine-foot drop onto broken rock shards. I can stay here and take this. . .or I can run away like a wuss and have him chase after me. . . Eh, I don't feel like moving, I might get food this way.
Uncomfortably, Midvalley's weight pressed against Legato, almost imbedding him in the plaster wall added to the desperate, queasy feeling inside him. He squirmed, trying to catch a glimpse of air that, like so many other things, never came. Soon a hallow sickness pried into his shriveled, dehydrated organs, that had, for too long, been away from any liquid besides waste. I remember this feeling all to well. . .It's the same feeling I had all those years ago. . .with my father, my controller. I just want this feeling to pass, this unexplained nausea. It's like flu, a disease, a human virus, eating away at my whole. Just get it over with; all things will come to pass. Just get it over with. . .over. . .forever.
Once more Legato peered into the man's eyes, grabbing hold of his chin with index and thumb, holding it firmly still so he could focus. Licking his lips out of nervous habit, he started one of many life-changing decision, one of the moments that would define who he is, and who is was to be. "Do you want me?" Legato's voice cracked halfway through the simple sentence, causing him to twitch at the change that, at that very moment in time, had to happen.
An amused, if not drunken 'Hmm.' was' drawn from Midvalley. "Is it really that obvious?" His voice also cracked, comforting Legato a little.
~ You cast the same reflection
Walk the same path
You ask for my body,
Demand my soul,
His will his intentions engraved in me
I was always his never mine
I am his once again. ~
"Get it over with before I grow tired of your humanity. Consider yourself lucky I grace you in my presence." Legato's voice trembled and started to crack at the end, hopefully not enough to show fear; fear is the mind killer, fear is what destroys you, destroys me.
"So you are afraid of me." Midvalley cackled in reply, easing off of him, allowing air to reach starved lungs.
Damn, he noticed
"Just do it."
"Do what?" Now he was just having fun, playing with his toy. He's more like my father than I previously thought. . .
Legato let got of Midvalley's face abruptly. The frustration leaking out of Legato's amber eyes kept no secrets of a short, angry, chaotic life that he was forced to live. Had Midvalley paid attention to the eyes that shot daggers into him, it would have been anyone's bet that he would have turned into a pillar of salt and crumbled away right on the spot. Instead he was intently fiddling with Legato's torn collar, pulling it down to its limits to catch a peek at his body.
"Are you going to sit there all day?" Legato said through tightly clenched teeth, restraining himself from unleashing a fury of obscenities at human ignorance.
Tearing himself away from the view, Midvalley cocked his head to the side in the 'what-the-hell-did-I-do' expression and stared. Eons pass, eons in which nothing moved, nothing spoke; unnatural silence once more.
I hate the way he does this. No one takes their time with me. NO ONE but Master. Is he Master? No. Obviously he's too-too human to fully understand this situation. Always like me to catch the disease of ignorance; it is about time I cured it.
"Get off of me." Legato demanded harshly.
No reply.
"Get off me. Now."
No reply.
Ignorant bastard. . .
"Fine."
~
Your touch leaves scars upon my flesh
Your words cut deep within my heart,
Your ways remind me of him ~
Yanking Midvalley forward by the seem of his pants, Legato undid the simple black leather belt and tossed it on the table, buckle making a shallow 'plunk' noise as it fell to the concrete floor.
"What?" Midvalley questioned, as the tails of his pink blouse were un- tucked.
"Shut up and stay still."
" Gato'. . ."
Silenced by a rough hand and a pair blazing golden eyes mixed with the look of death upon his face; Midvalley complied and remain perfectly still. No use in ruining the moment . . .
~Flashback~
" You know boy, ever since your mother died I've been very lonely. Everyday I get up and work so you and your sister can have food five days a week. You know how hard it is for me to leave alone with the baby, but some things have to be done. Gato, you know I love ya kid, but we have'ta do something bout' that dog of yours."
"It's mom's dog, she'll come back for it one day."
"God damnit boy, I told you she's dead. Dead! She is never coming back; you have to get use to that son. She's not coming back! His voice reeked of despair and hatred, a furious combination that killed any will you had to protest; a tone of voice I loathed more than the demon himself.
Hot tears slowly made their way out of their restraints, over my cheeks and down my chin, leaving dark marks on my new red T-shirt. Why did he have to remind me? I was five when mom died, he told me she would come back, he TOLD me. He would never lie about a thing like that. Would he? No, never, he knew how much she meant to me, to us. And she is coming back one day; I can feel it, like she's right next to me. . .in my heart. I don't care what he says, I know she'll be back, I know people come back after they die, I just know it.
"Dun' be cryin' boy, there's nothin' to be cryin' bout." His voice made the change from angry to enraged, a calm tone that made you let your guard down right before he strikes.
How could he say there is nothing to cry about? Mom died, my sister's sick, the dog. There is to plenty of stuff to cry about!
His harsh tone made me flinch at every word. He was mad, scratch that, he was enraged. I know him mad, he doesn't yell when he's mad, he jus' hits me round a bit, nothing much. But now- now all the color is gone from him, his face is porcelain white, only his coal black eyes (that I could have sworn flashed red) gave color to him. His fist clenched when I continued to cry; now his knuckles were turning white. I sniffled a bit, trying to stop my tears from flowing, trying to stop the unstoppable. His breathing became hoarse. I was a step away from-
His leathery hand trailed across my face, hurling me several feet away into the drywall, making a small dent where my head impacted. I didn't realize anything happened till I opened my eyes and he was walking toward me- then the pulsating heat in the back of my head abruptly drew me to full alertness. I reached a hand to my skull. Blood, blood redder than the setting sun over crimson sand. Not sure what I felt then, shock is probably the best way to describe it. I had been slapped before, but it never did more than sting for a few minuets. He. . .never purposely. . .never would. . .hit me that. . .hard. . . .Would he?
I remember he lifted me up off the ground by my hair and, as though I were a rag doll, threw me aside with a thud. I rolled head over heels twice before coming to a halt on the back of the chair. His chair. I mistakenly took the time to see how hideous that thing really was, when I should have been ducking for cover.
Loud curses rang through the air like the bullets flying in war did in my history book. That was one of the few times I was truly terrified of my father. Sure I'd been hurt, even scared by his words, but when you hear a line of twenty DIFFERENT cuss words in a row you know something's gone bad!
"You broke my wall boy," He choked down what looked to have tasted like molten lead by his expression. "Do you know how much this place cost, damnit!"
Oh.crud. I was in for it now.
"You can't jus go round destroying things, boy!"
My tears stopped, my eyes felt like they were about to explode with terror, my throat felt like brand new sandpaper, I could not breath, much less willingly move. All I could do was sit there and tremble. Tremble like a baby.
He must have seen the desperate fear in me, for the next thing he did was pick me up. . .by the hair and proceeded to drag me to the bedroom. I clawed at his arm, leaving trails of blood down his sleeves, kicked wildly with all my power, without leaving a bruise or getting him to slow down. The next thing I knew was I went from ground to mid-air to creaky mattress in no time at all. I bounced up once before he pined me down by the neck with his hand. I knew it was over. He was going to kill me right then and there. Now I was just waiting for him to get out his pocketknife and cut out my heart, like in those books. Well, as long as I am about to die, might as well tell him everything, can't hurt any now.
"I saw you here last night with Carol."
" W-What?" My father's voice jumped an octave, must'v struck a nerve or sumthin'.
"Yeah, I saw you two, the noise woke me up, and and and, I got up to see on the baby and I was going to get a bottle of water so she could go back to sleep." I paused, face twisted in thought. "You woke her up dad."
"I don't care about that, what did you see?"
His hand moved from me to his side as he stumbled backward, colliding with the dresser in a 'thud'.
He didn't sound angry, well, as angry as he did. Now he sounded. . .worried. . .and curious at the same time. Maybe if I tell him everything he will get all happy and I can go to the store with him tomorrow. Or, he could get mad. . .But, if he's happy I might get to pick out what I eat! Yeah, that's great, I'm a genus!
"Well, she was stroking you like you want me to do sometimes, and then she sat on you, then she moved up and down really, really fast, faster than you make me, then-then you sounded angry and growled and stuff. And, then you grabbed those lumpy things that women wear on their chest and made this funky sound like 'eeerrr-'"
"Err. . ."
"Yeah, kinda like that, but a lot lower and angrier!"
"Did you see anything else, son?"
Alright, it's working, he's getting un-mad again!
"Well, umm. . . she put her mouth-"
"Do you remember how she did it?"
What's he getting' at?
"I guess so. . ."
Suddenly he tried to discard that damned pink blouse of his over the doorknob, missing by a yard, and crawled beside me in the bed, causing the ear piercing 'screeek' to shoot out from the springs. He sprawled himself out on his back, fairly hard muscle making a first appearance, ever. Visibly, the new job at the mine was starting to make itself obvious, to me anyway. He smelled strongly of sweat mixed with ground, not totally horrible, but nothing like roses; I could barely sense the 'Old Faithful' cologne that he loved so much. more than me.
"Can you show me what she did?"
"Sure."
~End flash back~
" Gato'? Gato, snap out of it."
" Mrnf!" I rolled over in the bed. It squeaked, jolting me away from my nightmare.
"Are you okay? Sorry, bout' that." Someone mumbled.
My face hurt, scratch that, my whole head throbbed, like I ran full speed into a concrete wall headfirst. I sat up, keeping my balance on the thing that was speaking to me with a spare hand and massaged my forehead, trying to regain the 'among the living' feeling.
"What happened?" Were the first words that played in my head.
"Well," It paused, my assumption that, it was indeed, Midvalley the Drunken Whore. "What did you say?"
"Huh?" My navy hair fell in my face, blocking both my eyes from view, I'm sure I looked like a mutt.
" You said my name and somethin' bout' drunken floors. "
"Whores." I corrected him.
"Drunken floor whores?"
My reminder why humans were becoming extinct, here it is.
"Why does it hurt?" I asked in a monotone.
"Remember last night when you kicked me in the groin?"
No comment
" Well, I kind of wasn't' drunk and. . .Punched you when I got up. . .and-"
"Did two have fun fucking around last night?" A voice from close behind said.
I looked up to stare in the face of. . .
Completed 11-6-03 7:48 PM
Author's Notes: To smut or not to smut, that is the question.
"Get away from me" Legato warned, blood flushed from his cheeks and gathered in the pit of his stomach, leaving a woozy feeling behind as he broke away from the other man's grasp and scooted against the bed frame, legs glued to chest, leaving Midvalley face down in sheets snickering to himself like a madman.
"Now why would I do that, we being friends and all? Or, is there something you're afraid of Legato? Midvalley propped himself up on his elbows, still trying to gain his composure.
"Leave. Now." The firm reply sounded almost unnatural coming from Legato, far from his mouse-like demeanor.
An uncomfortable silence existed between them as the grin on Midvalley's happily drunken smile extended. The sun hid behind giant red sand dunes, and light ceased to shine through the window, causing the temperature to fall immensely. Soon, it would be as though the entire region was covered in polar ice; but that's the way the desert works, a sort of double-edged blade, hot by day, artic by night. A never-ending cycle, as the sun must rise and fall, the sands burn and freezes.
"It's get'n a little cold now, don't ya think? You still warm o'er there?" Midvalley positioned himself to a half crouching half sitting position, forcing the mattress to visibly flatten under his weight.
Legato's jaw dropped, when he told people to do something, they did it, but not him. Why? What does he want. . .with me. . .right now? If it's booze he wants, I'll just tell him I do not have any, then he will leave, right? . . .Right? But. . .I wonder, is he more like my father than I thought? He ran his fingers through his hair in disgust, eventually loosing all hope and flopping himself against the wall for support.
"Really that bad o'er there?" The now smug look on his face only increased in depth as Legato sat in silence. "Let me help you."
Midvalley crawled toward Legato in the 'come hither' way that he did everyone, Legato was like everyone else, either a customer, or a patient. He was just for easy kicks on a Saturday night. He made no difference.
~ You look so much like him,
I can almost see his face as
I gaze into your eyes.
~
Legato stared into his eyes. What was the point in running away, or even fighting? There was no way out of here- besides the window, which in itself was a nine-foot drop onto broken rock shards. I can stay here and take this. . .or I can run away like a wuss and have him chase after me. . . Eh, I don't feel like moving, I might get food this way.
Uncomfortably, Midvalley's weight pressed against Legato, almost imbedding him in the plaster wall added to the desperate, queasy feeling inside him. He squirmed, trying to catch a glimpse of air that, like so many other things, never came. Soon a hallow sickness pried into his shriveled, dehydrated organs, that had, for too long, been away from any liquid besides waste. I remember this feeling all to well. . .It's the same feeling I had all those years ago. . .with my father, my controller. I just want this feeling to pass, this unexplained nausea. It's like flu, a disease, a human virus, eating away at my whole. Just get it over with; all things will come to pass. Just get it over with. . .over. . .forever.
Once more Legato peered into the man's eyes, grabbing hold of his chin with index and thumb, holding it firmly still so he could focus. Licking his lips out of nervous habit, he started one of many life-changing decision, one of the moments that would define who he is, and who is was to be. "Do you want me?" Legato's voice cracked halfway through the simple sentence, causing him to twitch at the change that, at that very moment in time, had to happen.
An amused, if not drunken 'Hmm.' was' drawn from Midvalley. "Is it really that obvious?" His voice also cracked, comforting Legato a little.
~ You cast the same reflection
Walk the same path
You ask for my body,
Demand my soul,
His will his intentions engraved in me
I was always his never mine
I am his once again. ~
"Get it over with before I grow tired of your humanity. Consider yourself lucky I grace you in my presence." Legato's voice trembled and started to crack at the end, hopefully not enough to show fear; fear is the mind killer, fear is what destroys you, destroys me.
"So you are afraid of me." Midvalley cackled in reply, easing off of him, allowing air to reach starved lungs.
Damn, he noticed
"Just do it."
"Do what?" Now he was just having fun, playing with his toy. He's more like my father than I previously thought. . .
Legato let got of Midvalley's face abruptly. The frustration leaking out of Legato's amber eyes kept no secrets of a short, angry, chaotic life that he was forced to live. Had Midvalley paid attention to the eyes that shot daggers into him, it would have been anyone's bet that he would have turned into a pillar of salt and crumbled away right on the spot. Instead he was intently fiddling with Legato's torn collar, pulling it down to its limits to catch a peek at his body.
"Are you going to sit there all day?" Legato said through tightly clenched teeth, restraining himself from unleashing a fury of obscenities at human ignorance.
Tearing himself away from the view, Midvalley cocked his head to the side in the 'what-the-hell-did-I-do' expression and stared. Eons pass, eons in which nothing moved, nothing spoke; unnatural silence once more.
I hate the way he does this. No one takes their time with me. NO ONE but Master. Is he Master? No. Obviously he's too-too human to fully understand this situation. Always like me to catch the disease of ignorance; it is about time I cured it.
"Get off of me." Legato demanded harshly.
No reply.
"Get off me. Now."
No reply.
Ignorant bastard. . .
"Fine."
~
Your touch leaves scars upon my flesh
Your words cut deep within my heart,
Your ways remind me of him ~
Yanking Midvalley forward by the seem of his pants, Legato undid the simple black leather belt and tossed it on the table, buckle making a shallow 'plunk' noise as it fell to the concrete floor.
"What?" Midvalley questioned, as the tails of his pink blouse were un- tucked.
"Shut up and stay still."
" Gato'. . ."
Silenced by a rough hand and a pair blazing golden eyes mixed with the look of death upon his face; Midvalley complied and remain perfectly still. No use in ruining the moment . . .
~Flashback~
" You know boy, ever since your mother died I've been very lonely. Everyday I get up and work so you and your sister can have food five days a week. You know how hard it is for me to leave alone with the baby, but some things have to be done. Gato, you know I love ya kid, but we have'ta do something bout' that dog of yours."
"It's mom's dog, she'll come back for it one day."
"God damnit boy, I told you she's dead. Dead! She is never coming back; you have to get use to that son. She's not coming back! His voice reeked of despair and hatred, a furious combination that killed any will you had to protest; a tone of voice I loathed more than the demon himself.
Hot tears slowly made their way out of their restraints, over my cheeks and down my chin, leaving dark marks on my new red T-shirt. Why did he have to remind me? I was five when mom died, he told me she would come back, he TOLD me. He would never lie about a thing like that. Would he? No, never, he knew how much she meant to me, to us. And she is coming back one day; I can feel it, like she's right next to me. . .in my heart. I don't care what he says, I know she'll be back, I know people come back after they die, I just know it.
"Dun' be cryin' boy, there's nothin' to be cryin' bout." His voice made the change from angry to enraged, a calm tone that made you let your guard down right before he strikes.
How could he say there is nothing to cry about? Mom died, my sister's sick, the dog. There is to plenty of stuff to cry about!
His harsh tone made me flinch at every word. He was mad, scratch that, he was enraged. I know him mad, he doesn't yell when he's mad, he jus' hits me round a bit, nothing much. But now- now all the color is gone from him, his face is porcelain white, only his coal black eyes (that I could have sworn flashed red) gave color to him. His fist clenched when I continued to cry; now his knuckles were turning white. I sniffled a bit, trying to stop my tears from flowing, trying to stop the unstoppable. His breathing became hoarse. I was a step away from-
His leathery hand trailed across my face, hurling me several feet away into the drywall, making a small dent where my head impacted. I didn't realize anything happened till I opened my eyes and he was walking toward me- then the pulsating heat in the back of my head abruptly drew me to full alertness. I reached a hand to my skull. Blood, blood redder than the setting sun over crimson sand. Not sure what I felt then, shock is probably the best way to describe it. I had been slapped before, but it never did more than sting for a few minuets. He. . .never purposely. . .never would. . .hit me that. . .hard. . . .Would he?
I remember he lifted me up off the ground by my hair and, as though I were a rag doll, threw me aside with a thud. I rolled head over heels twice before coming to a halt on the back of the chair. His chair. I mistakenly took the time to see how hideous that thing really was, when I should have been ducking for cover.
Loud curses rang through the air like the bullets flying in war did in my history book. That was one of the few times I was truly terrified of my father. Sure I'd been hurt, even scared by his words, but when you hear a line of twenty DIFFERENT cuss words in a row you know something's gone bad!
"You broke my wall boy," He choked down what looked to have tasted like molten lead by his expression. "Do you know how much this place cost, damnit!"
Oh.crud. I was in for it now.
"You can't jus go round destroying things, boy!"
My tears stopped, my eyes felt like they were about to explode with terror, my throat felt like brand new sandpaper, I could not breath, much less willingly move. All I could do was sit there and tremble. Tremble like a baby.
He must have seen the desperate fear in me, for the next thing he did was pick me up. . .by the hair and proceeded to drag me to the bedroom. I clawed at his arm, leaving trails of blood down his sleeves, kicked wildly with all my power, without leaving a bruise or getting him to slow down. The next thing I knew was I went from ground to mid-air to creaky mattress in no time at all. I bounced up once before he pined me down by the neck with his hand. I knew it was over. He was going to kill me right then and there. Now I was just waiting for him to get out his pocketknife and cut out my heart, like in those books. Well, as long as I am about to die, might as well tell him everything, can't hurt any now.
"I saw you here last night with Carol."
" W-What?" My father's voice jumped an octave, must'v struck a nerve or sumthin'.
"Yeah, I saw you two, the noise woke me up, and and and, I got up to see on the baby and I was going to get a bottle of water so she could go back to sleep." I paused, face twisted in thought. "You woke her up dad."
"I don't care about that, what did you see?"
His hand moved from me to his side as he stumbled backward, colliding with the dresser in a 'thud'.
He didn't sound angry, well, as angry as he did. Now he sounded. . .worried. . .and curious at the same time. Maybe if I tell him everything he will get all happy and I can go to the store with him tomorrow. Or, he could get mad. . .But, if he's happy I might get to pick out what I eat! Yeah, that's great, I'm a genus!
"Well, she was stroking you like you want me to do sometimes, and then she sat on you, then she moved up and down really, really fast, faster than you make me, then-then you sounded angry and growled and stuff. And, then you grabbed those lumpy things that women wear on their chest and made this funky sound like 'eeerrr-'"
"Err. . ."
"Yeah, kinda like that, but a lot lower and angrier!"
"Did you see anything else, son?"
Alright, it's working, he's getting un-mad again!
"Well, umm. . . she put her mouth-"
"Do you remember how she did it?"
What's he getting' at?
"I guess so. . ."
Suddenly he tried to discard that damned pink blouse of his over the doorknob, missing by a yard, and crawled beside me in the bed, causing the ear piercing 'screeek' to shoot out from the springs. He sprawled himself out on his back, fairly hard muscle making a first appearance, ever. Visibly, the new job at the mine was starting to make itself obvious, to me anyway. He smelled strongly of sweat mixed with ground, not totally horrible, but nothing like roses; I could barely sense the 'Old Faithful' cologne that he loved so much. more than me.
"Can you show me what she did?"
"Sure."
~End flash back~
" Gato'? Gato, snap out of it."
" Mrnf!" I rolled over in the bed. It squeaked, jolting me away from my nightmare.
"Are you okay? Sorry, bout' that." Someone mumbled.
My face hurt, scratch that, my whole head throbbed, like I ran full speed into a concrete wall headfirst. I sat up, keeping my balance on the thing that was speaking to me with a spare hand and massaged my forehead, trying to regain the 'among the living' feeling.
"What happened?" Were the first words that played in my head.
"Well," It paused, my assumption that, it was indeed, Midvalley the Drunken Whore. "What did you say?"
"Huh?" My navy hair fell in my face, blocking both my eyes from view, I'm sure I looked like a mutt.
" You said my name and somethin' bout' drunken floors. "
"Whores." I corrected him.
"Drunken floor whores?"
My reminder why humans were becoming extinct, here it is.
"Why does it hurt?" I asked in a monotone.
"Remember last night when you kicked me in the groin?"
No comment
" Well, I kind of wasn't' drunk and. . .Punched you when I got up. . .and-"
"Did two have fun fucking around last night?" A voice from close behind said.
I looked up to stare in the face of. . .
Completed 11-6-03 7:48 PM