A/N: ...I'm going insane! WHAHHAHA!
OH! By the way, no, I don't own Trigun (nor do I own Hellsing, but I'm not complaining...)
The Gung-Ho Guns' Newest MemberRazorsense
When they reached the outskirts of the city, Staccato grew slightly nervous at meeting his companion, and she hesitated as she walked. Legato noticed her fear and he glanced down at her with a closed-eyed smile, pushing her forward.
A man with platinum blonde hair and sharp blue eyes stood by a strange vehicle, seeming similar to some sort of cannon-carriage on the body, with a giant skull head for the front. In front of the entire carriage, stood a strange creature, lying patiently on the floor, waiting to walk to the endless sands of the planet.
"Master," Legato bowed form his waist to the man, and glanced at Staccato, who looked fairly confused, but followed Bluesummer's lead without question. "I have brought Staccato Graywinters."
His master looked down at the girl with almost utter disgust. "…I am Knives." He stood very straightproudly, as if far superior to her; and it was most likely true.
"K-Knives…" She shivered in the cold, looking up at both of the tall men, more than twice her size.
"…" The white-blonde haired man stared down at her, almost as if he wished to bury her into the sand with his eyes. "You will now be under my command, Staccato Greywinters. Legato will also be responsible for you, and will take care of most of your needs."
She continued to shiver within the rain. "Uh…" But she nodded, slowly. "Uh huh…"
"Good." Knives turned towards the creepy vehicle and entered it, sitting down at a seat.
Legato looked down at Staccato with another charming smile, and he held out his hand again. "Remember; I will protect you."
She nodded again, her small hand grabbing two of his fingers. "Thank you…Legato,"
He smiled as they entered the vehicle, and he had her sit down on a passenger's seat, next to Knives.
Millions Knives looked similar to Vash, the man Staccato had seen before…But Knives seemed so cold, and serious, deadly and unsociable. His eyes looked like a sharp, dark sky blue, and his hair was an angel blonde, sloppily cut and spiked out, unlike the Stampede's, which was spiked straight.
Legato had disappeared, most likely to control the creature at the front of the strange vessel, dragging it along the planet's grit, gravel, and sand. The thing began to move against the sand and dirt, but within the vehicle, it seemed they simply hovered over the floor.
Staccato still shivered, soaked to the bone from the rain. As she prepared to sneeze, she struggled to hold it back. She enjoyed the silence between her and Knives…She intended to keep it that way for a long time as well.
The girl could feel him staring at her, as though he became both disgusted and fascinated by her behavior. Could this man possibly not be human? He acted like he was superior to humanity…Which, by the way he looked, seemed true.
She stared at the floor, not daring to look up at a man who could most likely be hiding a gun or other deadly weapon within his clothes. The cold made her shiver even worse and she finally released a series of rapid, but loud sneezes into her hand.
Knives smirked a little, his hand releasing his gun behind him. "You're a smart kid, I have to admit that to you."
"T-thank you, sir…" She muttered, her eyes shadowed as she stared at the floor.
He rested his hand on her head, patting her sopping wet hair. "Although I despise you humans, I must be honest and say that I am rather surprised at you. You use your instincts very well."
The girl nodded, whispering another word of gratitude, and she grew nearly dead silent again.
Sighing slightly, Knives leaned back against his chair, looking down at Staccato with his strong blue eyes. "You've noticed that I wish to kill your kind, haven't you?"
Another nod from her head came to answer his question. He began to wonder if she could even say anything other than thank you and a gesture of yes. It also began to annoy him greatly. "Do you feel any hatred towards me? Is there anything that you would wish to do before you are controlled by me as your Master?"
Shaking her head vigorously, she shivered again, sneezing loudly before bending her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around, trying to keep warm as night grew colder, even inside the moving vehicle.
"Legato promised to keep you safe. I'm sure he will keep such a simple promise. I will not deny what he wants."
Yet again, she nodded, refusing to turn her silver eyes towards him, for fear that she would meet her death. It was ridiculous, really…even as a five-year-old, she should be able to speak a few full sentences and show some respect. Knives sighed lightly. I suppose humans have their own ways of showing respect…
"…Ugh," He groaned with abhorrence before shutting his eyes away from her. "It's hopeless to talk to someone who refuses to answer with words…"
"…M-master…Knives?" The young girl mumbled quietly, turning her head slightly, her gaze changing from the floor to his leg.
"Hmm?" Knives slowly opened one eye to her with slight surprise.
"I-if you hate humans…so much, then w-why, why haven't you k-killed me?" Her eyes trailed to his chest, still refusing to look straight at him. "I'm a human, how come you're not trying to t-torture or beat me up until I'm d-dead…?"
"Because, as Legato's master, I respect what he wants. And besides," He smiled very slightly down at the child. "You seem very cute for a little human girl."
Blinking, she lifted her head up to his face, staring at his blue eyes with her tired, cold silver. "…?"
He noticed her body shiver again, and her throat stiffened as she held back a sneeze. Slowly, he leaned forward and lifted her up by her waist and rested her on his lap. Staccato's eyes widened with fright and she tried to escape as he began wrapping her in a large, thick blanket, holding her down firmly with his hands when he finished. "Also…I've decided not to kill you because I have noticed the discrimination you've received from your fellow humans. It seems your hated for being something different from a human…"
The demonic girl turned her head to one side, looking towards Knives curiously from the corner of her eyes as her body's shivering lessened as she grew warmer and less fearful of her fate. "So…Am I,"
"Yes, you are going to be spared. You belong to Legato, and in so, belong to me. But you will be treated as I treat Legato. Do not fear your allies. Give them trust, but not enough to be betrayed. Until there is a time that I feel you are no longer trustworthy, you shall survive this world with us, and take it to your advantage." He stared down at her. "I will now consider you…a butterfly, like Legato and me. We will kill the spiders, to save the butterflies."
"K-kill…the spiders…and save us?" Knives chuckled lightly and patted her head. "Are there any other butterflies?"
"My brother, but he is not with us now. It will take some time to see him again." The Plant glanced down at her. "Legato replaces his presence while he is away for the time being."
Again, she nodded, but this time, Staccato gave off a small smile, her demon senses smelling both his faint gentleness and gunpowder scent. "T-thank you…M-master Knives…I'll be a butterfly…so then…we can kill spiders…"
"It will take a while to get home, so I suggest you sleep, Staccato Graywinters." Knives smirked, almost insanely to the girl's mind, but she bowed her head and allowed her head to loll forward as she fell asleep, peacefully, for once in her life. As much as she wished to lean back, she did not want to suddenly be punished.
He stared at her, wondering what in hell he was doing, why he was allowing such a pathetic child to sit in his lap, why in the hellish sands of this planet he even spoke to her…
Then he realized something.
For once he could see a child's fear and pain up close…For once he could experience the feelings of caring and patience for a child's slow, sluggishly growing mind and body. She was an intriguing little creature.
It, this child, could be a comfort for him as well, not just his slave, Legato. As a small human, her idea of games was probably not very imaginative.
Yes…Knives would allow Legato to have her at his will first, but then it would be his turn…he will be her master, and she will be under his control, his bidding, his orders.
Though Legato kept him sane, and was used simply to replace his foolish brother, it seemed that a triangle had suddenly secretly been created between Knives, Legato, and Staccato. Staccato would be the comfort of both of them, while either one could become her own comfort in fear, sorrow, pain, hatred...
Knives smirked grimly before wrapping his hands around her small shoulders and pulling her head back to lean against his strong stomach. We will both protect this child, Legato…We both will.
Bluesummers turned his head to the vehicle, looking curiously at his master through telepathy. "…" He shrugged, and returned to controlling the vessel. Master, whatever belongs to me, belongs to you as well.
Legato simply received a wide smirk from the back of Knives' mind.
:Wheeeehehehehe...change of scene/place/whatever:
The skull vehicle finally arrived at a rubble-covered city. No one lived in the area, at least for a twenty-three-mile radius. Legato climbed out of the truck and waited as his master followed slowly, carrying Staccato with one arm.
The blue-haired slave's eyes widened slightly. "Master…"
"Yes, Legato?" Knives stared at Legato with serious blue eyes. His clothes had a bloodstain from Staccato's many wounds, a few of the bruises had turned green during the trip, and the bandage around her shoulder had finally split into pieces from overuse and overflowing blood.
His slave stared down at Staccato, sleeping in his arms. "…Master, I had come to believe that you did not wish to be touched by a human's flesh."
"She has become an exception." Millions Knives muttered, staring down at the girl's messy black hair. "You discovered her through her pain and thoughts of death, as well as her extreme abilities." He lifted his head to Legato. "I will treat her same as I treat you." His eyes narrowed slightly as he smiled. "She is now a butterfly."
"…Yes, my master…" He bowed his head and turned to a half-destroyed garage, and walked into the building. Knives followed slowly, decidedly carrying the child by the back of her shirt in one hand.
As he entered, the lights up at the ceiling activated and hummed quietly, having been activated by Legato's telekinetic powers. Knives looked down at Staccato as her breath became uneven to her waking. She blinked with confusion, the first thing she viewed being the floor, and she gasped, almost struggling to fall out of the Plant's grasp for fear that what had recently happened became a dream.
He smiled lightly and simply let her fall to the floor, his fist relaxing and releasing her clothes. She hit the floor with a grunt and sat up, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand.
Legato turned his head, glancing over at his master, then down at Staccato. "We have come home," He smiled lightly and knelt down next to her as she lifted her head and looked around.
The garage was huge, no doubt to that, but it had been furnished with couches and beds in various places. A few doors stood on the walls, apparently for private rooms and bathrooms.
Her eyes widened with amazement, and she continued to look around, almost dazed by the sight. "…Wow…"
"From now on, it will be your home. You will stay in my chamber, okay?" Legato looked down at her with yet another calming smile and she nodded with a beam of happinesshalf-true, half-forced from the agony of her injuries. Although she seemed happy, Legato saw the wounds on her shoulder, still flowing with her dark blood by a thin line.
He walked up to a shelf and grabbed a large roll of bandages, a pure white, clean and free of former wound-usage. "How about we clean you up now, Staccato?" The girl nodded slowly and followed him.
After fifteen minutes or so with them disappearing into a room, they returned with Staccato freshly bandaged and smiling cheerfully; not at all used to such humane treatment. Knives glanced at both of them with hard blue eyes then suddenly smirked as he heard a loud commotionoutside; yelling, arguing, some loud, warning gunshots, and vehicles pulling up to the abandoned, rubbledcity of July. "I believe those who we have summoned have now arrived, Legato."
"Yes, Master Knives," He bowed his head and stood up straight, lifting up Staccato in one arm and holding her against his powerful chest like a precious paper bag, and he following Millions Knives outside to meet the noisemakers.
"Ah…" Knives sighed and looked at the intruders as they exited the house-like garage. "Our new allies…It is nice to see you made it."
Legato nodded lightly, still holding Staccato in one arm. "You have all been summoned here to prepare for Master Knives' immense plan. I have already given our new alliance a name. The Gung-Ho Guns."
Some muttered to each other, and a woman stepped forth, her right eye covered by a patch. "And I suppose you are Legato Bluesummers?"
"Yes I am," He stared at her for a moment, Staccato noticed the slightest disgust within his gaze. "Dominique the Cyclops, I presume?"
She nodded before glancing down at Staccato. "Who is this? Your daughter? Or is she going to be a member of the Gung-Ho?" The Cyclops almost laughed with contempt before ruffling the demon-like girl's already messy hair. "You and I, we will get along with each other I hope, since we are the only women here."
The little girl nodded nervously, clutching Legato's shirt with one hand behind her back with fear. Legato stared at Dominique with the same, stern eyes, but he used his mind's eye to comfort Staccato with her favorite treats of immensely rare berries and creampuffs. The child blinked curiously before giving the Cyclops a bright smile, making Dominique raise an eyebrow curiously.
"You are all here, gathered in the destroyed city of July, to join as one group to destroy a man soon to be known all around the planet. His name…Is Vash."
The people muttered to each other again, Staccato noticed a small boy, around the same age as her, standing near Dominique, next to a man carrying a saxophone. She blinked, noticing that he stared at her with his wide purple eyes.
Knives stared around at the pathetic humans around him, "I am happy that these few of you hate the homo-sapien race around you, the race of animals that refuses to move to extinction."
A few nodded solemnly, and Legato looked at each one silently, before speaking what he had read in their minds.
"Monev the Gale is currently not here, he is still in training for his job. We shall introduce the others though…"
"Dominique, the Cyclops," The woman with the patch over her right eye nodded slightly, tilting her hat.
"E.G. Mine," The giant spiked ball moved slightly as his head nodded in agreement.
"Rai-Dei the Blade," A samurai opened his eyes at the acknowledgement then frowned slightly.
"Leonof the Puppetmaster," An old man smiled wickedly and lowered his head.
"Grey the Ninelives," A rather ugly man, or creature, growled slightly.
"Hopperd the Gantlet," Another weirdo, looking similar to a gigantic beetle, set itself down on the floor.
"Zazie the Beast," The young boy raised his hand as though he had entered school, but he smiled maliciously, still staring at Staccato. Her silver eyes widened slightly as he licked his lips.
"Chapel, the Evergreen, along with his accomplice, Nicholas D. Wolfwood." The priest nodded, his huge red eyes not showing any emotion, as he held an apple in his hand, waving it back and forth repetitively. Wolfwood,a man entering his twenties, stared at the floor, unless lifting his head towards Staccato, the only young person (next to Zazie, who he decidedly dubbed insane) he could probably talk comfortably with.
"Caine, the Longshot," A man, only his right eye showing clearly, simply shifted his shoulder, which lugged around a huge pipe-like gun.
"And our final member, Midvalley the Hornfreak." A man wearing a purple suit, his dark hair greased back except for a few wild strands, bowed from his waist, holding his precious saxophone like a child.
Legato stared around at everyone, then glanced down at Staccato. "Also, I'd like to introduce yet another member. …Staccato Graywinters. She will also be known as Staccato the Razorsense."
She blinked at the nickname, looking up at Legato curiously. Sure, it was much better than the nickname "bitch" or "Stu-paddo", which with either one she hated it with complete disgust and hatred. But Razorsense…what did that mean?
"As I have explained," Knives began. "you are all here for one purpose, and one ideal; to destroy a man named Vash the Stampede."
"The sixty-billion double dollar outlaw?" E.G. Mine questioned, fiddling with his fingers and the taut strings in his grasp.
The ice blue-eyed man nodded solemnly. "Have any of you seen him in person before our meeting?"
They all shook their heads. Legato sighed slightly before glancing up at his master with apologetic eyes, half-expecting another outburst of rage.
Although he expected it, Knives did not even frown. Instead, he smiled as he glanced down at Staccato, who had begun to speak, very quietly at first.
"I…" she shrank back against Legato's chest as everyone turned their heads or body towards her. "I met him…"
Some of the new Gung-Ho gasped and murmured to each other with surprise, all eyeing Staccato as she looked around at them all. "I-I saw him b-before I m-met Legato a-and…Master Knives…"
Legato and Knives seemed to be the only words she could say clearly now. Everything else simply hesitated or stuttered, expectantly skipping over as if she wished never to utter a sound again unless it contained Legato's name or Knives' title.
Knives stared down at Staccato, and then leveled his face with hers, staring into her silver eyes. "…And how did you meet him?"
"H-he wanted to see…if I was o-okay, be-because my wounds f-from the other orphans h-had started bleeding…"
"Did he wish to help you?" He asked. Staccato nodded slowly, staring at his chest yet again, rather than his face.
He smiled slightly and returned his attention to the Gung-Ho, gesturing to the garage. "From now on, this will be where you stay. Train, work, and do whatever you wish to prepare yourself for Vash the Stampede."