A/N: Yaye! People like this fanfiction, and I do too! It's fun, and I hardly even remember a lot of Trigun... o.o Eheheheee...Thank you all who commented! Luv, candy, and Knives and Legato for all:D

Anyway, on with the fanfiction!

Disclaimer: ...Sadly I do not own the insane-godliness of Knives or the sexy-psychoticness of Legato...

Not Human; Go or Stay?

The detached arm was still soaked with Legato's blood, making it slippery as she carried it with her. Delicately, preciously; as if dropping it would be a sin to her and her masters, she clutched it to her heart as tightly as she dared. Her silver eyes shined with some tears left behind by her determination and fear, but her face was rigid (or as rigid as it would get) with resolution, prepared to protect it with her life.

Her clothes had soon become stained entirely with red from the body fluid on her front, her arms dripping with the liquid as if her own limbs were bleeding. She shivered at the sliding feeling along her arms and fingers as the blood flowed and dripped from the extremities. Following Legato to the door, he waited silently for a moment, listening to Knives' overpowering voice on the opposite side of the door.

"…"

"…"

They waited, Staccato releasing a soft gasp as the blood slid down her arm and dripped from her elbow, the feeling tickling her. Legato grinned, looking down at her, his beautiful smile making her blush a bit as she returned it with an awkward one, soon making it turn brighter as the tickling feeling returned to her arms and forced a giggle out of her mouth.

Knives ceased to speak, and Bluesummers moved to open the door. He gracefully stepped out of it, like an angel descending the bright stairs of the heavens, and his golden eyes gazed at each individual who stood before his master.

The Gun-Ho Guns were powerful, he knew; but they were not unstoppable, that was a fact. None of them would have the ability to cease the beating heart within Vash the Stampede's chest.

However, Legato was also aware of the fact that killing Knives' sibling had not been the objective. The true mission? Well, he hardly knew of it himself. His master had told him that the time to realize it would come in good time; a time where the whole of the Gun-Ho Gun gang would fail, die, lose, or disappear without a trace at the hands of Vash.

That day would not take long to arrive.

Glancing down at Staccato, Legato's dark smile widened. He admired her determination to clutch to his arm like her own life, silver eyes set in a rigid pattern, staring down at the feet of their master, listening to him silently, prepared to obey whatever order he commanded without question, occasionally shifting the bloodied up limb in her wet, slippery arms.

"Legato Bluesummers…will act as the leader of the Gun-Ho." Knives' voice rose and bellowed throughout the room, making it the most important statement of his explanations so far. Many of the men around looked at the grave, blank stare given to them by the golden-eyed man, his cobalt blue hair covering one. "Staccato, whether you see her as one of you, or as a child; will be strictly under the orders of Legato and myself. All of you fools will be prohibited to give her orders, unless given clearly by Legato." Sliding his hand through his angel blonde hair, he glanced down at the bloody Staccato with a suave grin. "If anything she needs is immediately attainable, please make a wise action and do it for her."

They nodded; Zazie released an obnoxious laugh, but was silenced by a glare and unspoken threat made by the psychic. Staccato's eyes watered only slightly after she had released a heavy yawn, trying her best to understand what Knives meant; but Legato seemed happy, so she closed her eyes and lowered her head, releasing a small smile.

"This back room, here…" Knives nodded his head behind him in a gesture to the door. "It's off limits unless you've been given explicit permission from me. Only Legato, Staccato and I can enter freely."

The girl looked up in confusion, wondering why she was allowed in. "Ah—!"

Legato brought down a veil upon her mind, as if telling her to be calm and patient.

"Why does the girl get to go in, and not us!" E.G. Mine demanded, the taut strings in his hands stretching and screeching against each other, forcing Staccato to wince from the grating sound against her ears.

"Because she has one of the most powerful abilities out of all of you." Knives grinned, kneeling down to rest his large hand over her head. "Her powers could rival Legato's own psyche if either of them so wished it."

Dominique's visible eye narrowed slightly, her shoulders growing rigid in agitation. "You say she's strong; as strong as Master Legato?"

With the simplicity of a child, Knives replied, "Yes,"

"Then why have we not sensed it? Shouldn't the instincts we have tell us that she is not what one could call human?"

Staccato's eyes widened, hurt by the question, Knives' hand shaking along with her head as she moaned in a sad cry, her grip on Legato's decapitated arm tightening to an unbelievable level for her young age. She could sense such a powerful anger within Knives as well that it made her want to cry harder; his hand had tensed at the inquiry. Legato looked at his Master in curiosity, his golden eyes widen only slightly at the sight of the sky blue eyes narrow and vicious, prepared to tear the Cyclops apart with only his eyes.

"I-I'm…" The shaking, high-pitched voice of Staccato stuttered, wanting so much to say that she was human; that she was more human than they could ever be. However, lack of boldness and strength of an adult disallowed her to speak. "I'm—!"

The Plant stood, rage arising with him, Dominique was forced to step back at his ferocious fury, the other members of Gun-Ho not daring to move lest the angel that formed them decided to use them as Dominique.

"Would you dare…to say that again, one-eye? Or would you rather keep your precious tongue to yourself?" One hand clapped up over her mouth, the Cyclops reluctantly took a few more steps back.

"I believe this meeting is over, then. Unless the rest of you have more to complain about." The icy penetration of Knives' eyes made all ,but Legato and Staccato, flinch and look away.

"We are finished. You may retire to your chambers. Legato, you should prepare for your departure."

"Yes, master,"

"Huh?" Staccato turned quickly, having begun to watch everyone else scamper off to their chambers. "Where are you going, Legato?"

He looked to Knives, who only nodded before walking over to a door of the best condition out of all the others. "I must leave to meet with Monev the Gale. He and I will be meeting Vash the Stampede in only a couple of days."

"Uh…b-but," Though she was fine with him going somewhere, she wasn't entirely comfortable by herself with Knives and the rest of the Gun-Ho. The Plant still frightened her, almost threatening to make her heart cease its violent pumping of blood.

"Perhaps Master Knives will allow you to accompany me, Staccato," The psychic smiled warmly, watching her eyes glitter with hope, her arms holding his cut-off limb to her face like a stuffed animal; she had been true to her word when she said it was like a toy. "However…It is Master Knives' choice. If he has you stay, then we cannot stop that, for he is our lord and master,"

"Okay…" She nodded in agreement and then followed the man with cobalt-blue hair to the door Knives had entered.

"Master Knives," Legato began, opening the door, making their leader turn slowly from a desk where he had started to read something. "We would like to pose a question for you to answer…"

"…" He stood, waiting for the question with great patience.

"Would you allow Staccato to accompany me, or have her stay in your care?"

Staccato's embrace of the limb slacked as she waited for their master's answer.

(so, in Knives' place, what would you have Staccato do? Go, or stay?)