A/N: I really love this story now...I dunno why...ehehe. Anyway, yaye! People like the story! Sorry if anything's inaccurate in this story, I haven't watched the anime for a while, plus I can't keep up with the manga very well, but this story's based on the anime, so..yeah...eehe...I'll move on now...

Do not own Trigun, wish I did though...just to own Knives and Legato...X3

A New Stuffed Animal, Honor His Arm

Scary.

There was a word she could use.

Frightening, even.

The Gun-Ho was a fearsome gang for super-humans, people gifted or cursed with abilities that weren't normal in the world of humanity; however, she was now one of them.

Staccato couldn't help but smile to herself. Finally she could fit in with a group; even if they startled her with their appearances. Knives and Legato had moved to some back room, Bluesummers telling the Razorsense to stay and wait for them. She had agreed, then took a seat on the couch, watching the rest of the organization move around and become used to their surroundings.

"So," A young man sat down next to her, making her jump a bit out of her thoughts. "You're Staccato the Razorsense, huh?" It was Wolfwood. He had a friendly persona; that much she could tell with her own senses.

"Mm-hmm…" She nodded a little, turning towards him. "Um—m-my last name's Graywinters, but…"

"Ah…Don't worry about that, kiddo, I was just asking!" Nicholas grinned and ruffled her hair a little, even the small pull of her hair away from her scalp made her shut an eye in a wince, but she ignored it, giving him a small smile. "W-Wolfwood…right?"

"That's me," He glanced around the room, looking towards Chapel, who was standing by the back room door, as if keeping watch. "This place is a bit strange, isn't it? I guess I'm the only one that doesn't have any superhuman ability."

"Nnh…Y-you don't? How come you're here?" Staccato turned her head towards him, surprised.

"Eh…Chapel's my teacher, I guess he thinks I'm something special…" Scratching his chin, the priest-in-training glanced down at the child. "Y'know, I own an orphanage…"

Her eyes widened slightly, having a dreaded feeling of where the statement was going. "…"

"Maybe it'd be better if I took you with me there once I can go. I'm sure it'd have a smoother result than joining the Gun-Ho."

"N-No!" Cringing at her own raised voice, she stared up at the minister in fear. "T-They won't like me—the others won't like me because I'm…" She turned her head down, feeling a burning feeling within her eyes; great, she was going to start crying. "I'm a…"

"…" A heavy sigh was released from her right; where Wolfwood sat. Graywinters could hear footsteps approaching from the left.

"I told you, Nicholas," Chapel's voice was heard for the first time to Staccato, "That she wouldn't like the idea at all…" He had a smirk on his face, but his large red eyes didn't show what emotion he had within them. "She must have been ridiculed so horribly to fear it…"

"That's enough, old man," The swordsman said, joining the small group, a piece of straw in his mouth. "The kid's got no reason to explain her past; just like the rest of us. It's not our business if she doesn't want to tell it."

"Rai-Dei the Blade, are you showing compassion?"

"It's not like I am forbidden the emotion of such, even as a samurai." He glared at Chapel, who only grinned, still waving the apple around.

"Both of you stop bickering." Midvalley was next to enter the small circle, glancing down at Staccato, his hands no longer grasping the saxophone; a case sitting in the corner. "No of you've got any concern in her; she shouldn't have any responsibilities with us if she doesn't want to, Master Knives and Legato are her caretakers, who are we to question it?"

Within the conversation, Staccato had turned to the back door, staring at it, hearing sounds that she could barely make out through the door. She jumped down from the couch and left the circle of adults, leaving them to their own conversational devices. Approaching the door, she listened for a few moments, hearing something about an arm, then an agreeing whisper; a sickening crack, crunch, and sickening squish following before she reached up for the door's handle.

"Staccato—stop!" Wolfwood yelled, standing up.

Before he could move any further, she had closed the door behind her.

It was dark.

Even with her senses, she couldn't see a thing, as if even the life of the air had died. A small whimper escaped her throat, but she didn't want to deal with the Gun-Ho; not at the moment at least…she wanted her Masters.

"Legato…? M-Master Knives?"

Drip…Drip…

What was dripping? It reminded her of the faulty sink back in April City's orphanage. Her nose wrinkled as she recognized the scent of blood, also distinguishing the smell of two other people in the room. There was another that seemed familiar…but…it was so faint she couldn't even think of it.

There was a loud groan, as if of pain. Graywinters moved forward, wringing her hands together nervously, not comfortable with the dead silence.

A huge, blinding circle of light suddenly burst on from the ceiling, forcing Staccato to cry out in pain as her vision was abruptly changed from darkness to blindness.

Someone's large hand slowly, but firmly, clasped around her head.

"Staccato!" The hand's voice growled. "I thought Legato told you to wait!"

"I-I—nnh!" She yelled in pain as the now acknowledged Knives forced her head against the ice cold floor. Barely able to speak, she managed to escape her apologetic sob from her mouth.

"Master, please do not harm her—it is more painful to her than anyone." The accent was strained, in agony and pain.

"Have you finished, my servant?"

"Yes, Master Knives. It's complete."

"Throw yours here then,"

She listened to a loud thud against the floor near her head, and Knives released her skull, standing up, lifting the item that had fallen.

"Perfect, Legato. Now you carry the full potential of your abilities, thanks to my dear brother's arm."

"I am honored that you have given me such a gift, my master," Legato bowed solemnly. "Might I check on the child, sir?"

"Go ahead."

Legato approached Staccato, who had just barely moved to try and sit up.

"Are you alright?"

"Nnh…" She nodded, though she clutched her head.

"And now I have a gift for you, Staccato…"

"Uh…?" When she looked up, something suddenly collided with her stomach, though it wasn't hard, it wasn't soft either. Gasping from the suddenly impact, she lowered her gaze to her lap.

There, sat Legato's arm.

With a panicked shriek, she jumped backwards, seeing the blood where it should have connected to his shoulder; the glistening white of his bone showed as well, tendons and some remaining muscle pushed just slightly out of the torn skin as if he had pulled it out himself, veins forcing the blood to well out like small waterfalls onto the cold ground.

"Ah—ngh!" She clapped her hands over her eyes in fright, petrified by the sight; disgusted, her eyes throbbing in agony from the sight.

Knives' laughter was heard in the back of her mind. Legato's eyes were mournful, staring down at her as she released sobs and hiccups.

"Staccato…"

"L-Legato! W-what happened? How did your arm—!" She stopped, unable to continue.

"It's alright. I'm fine, little one. I only replaced that arm with another," He lifted his new arm, resting the hand on her head gently, forcing her with his telekinetic powers to lift her head; her senses making her struggle against it to resist. However, he managed to gain her vision. "You see?"

Staring at it, she could barely recognize the limb newly attached to his shoulder; the scent was now familiar to her.

Vash the Stampede's arm…

But that didn't make sense—he had two arms when she saw him.

Legato must have read her mind. "This was long ago—at the destruction of this city."

Knives approached, kneeling down next to his servant, sinister blue and softened gold staring down at sharp silver. Staccato shrank back in fright, uncomfortable with their stares.

"That's right." A dark grin was on the Plant's face. "I, myself, was the one to blast it off. I preserved it should it have some use later on, and here it is," He looked to Legato's arm, which was swollen in trying to accustom to a new body, bleeding slightly from where he connected it to his shoulder. The child shuddered furiously from the sight.

"You are now a half-Plant, Legato. It is an honor. You are now more of a freak than a human," They both chuckled, amused by the sick joke; Staccato barely understanding it.

"Staccato," Knives' eyes suddenly seemed to gain a tenderness she'd never seen. "Will you take Legato's arm? I will help you preserve it; however, I'm sure it would be an honor to him if you keep it for him."

"S-so…it's like…like a…" The girl looked at the arm which she had jumped away from in her alarm. "…like a stuffed animal?"

Legato couldn't help but grin.

"You could call it that, I suppose." The butterfly let go of a couple of laughs. "So, will you take it and care for it for Legato?"

A long pause passed; she stared at the arm, watching it continue to spill blood at its shredded stump. "Y-Yeah…"

"Good," Patting her on the head, Knives stood back up, towering over both of his servants, since Legato was still kneeling, before moving to the exit. "I must speak with the rest of the Gun-Ho, stay in here for a few moments, both of you,"

"Yes, master Knives," Legato answered, Staccato only nodding.

When he left, the cobalt-haired psychic turned back to the super-sensed child, smiling slightly.

She blinked a few times when he didn't speak. "…um—d-do you need to s-say something?"

"No, not in particular," He laughed softly, moving his hand forward, ruffling her hair, using his own abilities to suppress whatever pain he brought to even touching her. "…You'll do just fine here, Staccato. I know you will."

A small smile appeared on her face, and she raised her arms, her small fingers stretching out to wrap around his limb, which still rested on her head. "Legato…" Her grip tightened a bit, hugging his arm against her head.

"Hmm-hm…" He chuckled again, smiling gently down at her. "You sound even sweeter than before…say my name again,"

This time, she giggled for the first time, blushing a bit again, her hair bouncing a little as she lifted her head quickly to look up at his smile as she spoke. "Legato!"