Chibi Legato back. I'm glad you guys like this story, so I'm updating , I guess this won't be a PWP story. It's going to be a really slow, drama filled story ... heheh.... and OOC ... I don't know ... I think AU and OOC go hand in hand lol.
Things you should know:
"dialogue"
'thoughts'
Dreams...
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun or it's Characters .. I might own some other small characters (like maids or servants or slaves ... oh I own the GREAT LORD Andre! Muehehehe!)
well you got the warnings and disclaimers and everything so, I guess I'll let you get to the story .... 8)
Loving you is my sin...
"...'What a wonderful thing, lust is. I fear, I think I'm beginning to lust over this servant boy.' Knives sighed and slowly walked down the stairs with the boy close to him ..."
The boy's hair was matted with dirt and his body was stiff with soreness in his young worn out bones. The clothes that covered his body were ripped and torn enough to be called rags. The boy was the very opposite of the man that walked in front of him. Knives glanced back at the boy and smiled. 'Small talk, think of something to say!' Knives mused as he continued walking down the stairs.
"How old are you?" Knives asked abruptly. He said the only thing that came to his mind. The boy looked slightly stunned, but soon lowered his head.
"I am 15 years old, sir." The young boy responded. '15! Only 15 ... and I thought 16. Does not change a thing though ... the boy is still beautiful.' They kept walking until Vash came into view. Knives' eyes shined and he smirked at his brother's disbelieving face.
"Um, Dear Brother ... Are you sane?" Vash asked as he eyed the gruff looking boy.
"Yes brother ... I'm very sane." 'How couldn't you see the beauty in this boy?' and with that thought in mind Knives glanced at the filthy looking boy and suddenly realized. 'Oh ... that's why... needn't worry ... A nice bath could fix that small tiny obstruction in our way.' Knives smiled and gently pulled the boy next to him.
Legato's amber eyes stared at the floor as he went through another round of judgment. Everywhere he went was a round of judgment. Yes he was born into this hell as a serf. He didn't deserve it ... or maybe he did ... in past life or something bizarre like that. Legato grinded his teeth as he damned his parents to the most deepest pits of hell. His life was hell ... First being born, then being sold as a ... "slave" inside his other owner's family. My God if he thought working on the fields was hell, now he was being used over and over again ... just for his parents to have more food. He never got a pleasant meal in his life. Now he was sold here for his parents' benefit again. Legato's fists clenched tightly around his filthy shirt. His amber eyes shined with a set of tears. He blinked them back quickly and felt his new master tug him away slowly from glowering aqua eyes. Knives somehow sensed the boy's discomfort and decided it was best to talk to his brother alone '... that won't be a pleasant talk.' Knives told himself. He passed a small corridor where he saw another servant.
"Hold!" He motioned the servant to stop. Obediently the servant stayed still and waited for orders. "Fill a tub with warm water."
Legato looked up at the blonde haired noble. His amber eyes held confusion in them and somewhere, in the deepest crevices they also held a glimmer of hope. The servant nodded and ran off through a hall. Knives followed the servant that went ahead and kept a gentle hold on Legato's arm. After a few minutes of walking in silence the pair stopped in front a large wooden door. With a pale free hand, Knives pulled open the door and walked in, pulling the reluctant boy through. The young servant stood next to a wooden tub and slowly stepped aside.
"Thank you, now leave." Knives ordered as he started to roll up his light blue cuffs. He grabbed the boy and pulled him near the tub of warm water. Legato looked at Knives with uncertainty and tried to step away from the tub. "No, you're not going anywhere! Come here now." The boy stood in front of Knives and looked down. Knives quickly took off the rag that the boy called a shirt and smiled inwardly. 'It seems that he has worked quite a lot.' Legato tried with his might not to push Knives away. He stared up pleadingly at his master and quickly stepped out of reach.
"If you don't mind I think that I would feel more comfortable taking off my clothes BY myself." The boy snapped, his eyes alive with fire. Knives stepped back obviously surprised by the boy's boldness.
"Well, then ..." Knives said, "Take them off." Legato sighed and slipped the oversized pants off him. His tanned coloured skin covered his well toned body for such a malnourished boy. Knives smiled and walked up to the boy. "Get in." The boy stared in disbelief 'A master isn't supposed to wash his servant... what's going on?'
Legato obeyed and stepped into the wooden tub filled with clean water. 'I knew he was filthy, but, My Lord! This must be the most filthiest being I've ran into!' Knives gazed as the clear water turned murky in a few minutes. Again Legato bowed his head in shame.
"Nothing a bath ... can't ... clean up" Even though Knives meant to comfort the boy he couldn't help but make it sound rude. It seemed that was Knives' nature. He grabbed a pitcher of clean water and quickly poured it onto the boys head.
Legato shivered and rubbed his eyes, his body soothed by the warm water, he let out a sigh. Another pitcher of clear water poured on the boy's head. Knives gasped softly as he saw that a bit of water had gotten on his light blue dress shirt.
"Damn...." He murmured before walking to a small cabinet and pulling out a lavender coloured bottle.
Legato eyed the bottle suspiciously.
"It's alright, just some soap for the hair. The best in France. It has a quite lovely fragrance!" Knives explained as he kneeled behind the boy and slowly opened the bottle with his slim fingers.
He poured some of the thick liquid onto his pale hands and slowly started to rub them in the boy's blue hair. His slim fingers massaged Legato's scalp, and they combed through the boy's tangled hair. Legato moaned softly and his tanned body relaxed as he let his master weave his skilled fingers through his blue hair. Knives smiled widely, as he tried to surpass a moan of his own and continued massaging the boy's scalp. After a few minutes of letting the boy relax he grabbed a newly filled pitcher of water and warned the boy.
"Close your eyes, you don't want this getting in your eyes, it burns .... trust me." Knives sighed as he remembered an incident with the same soap. Legato nodded slightly and closed his eyes while Knives poured the water, washing the suds out of his blue hair. "See doesn't that feel much better." Knives smiled and his blue eyes gazed over the young boy. Knives grabbed a small washcloth and towered over the boy. "Would you like to wash your own body?" 'The first time anyone has given me a choice ... would it be wrong if I wanted him to wash my rotten body ... would it be wrong?' Legato mused.
"I'll wash my own body, sir." Knives nodded and handed the boy a bar of soap and the washcloth that he had been fidgeting with. Knives stepped back and walked out of the quiet room, well for the exceptional splashing of water.
Knives scurried off to the storage room which was 2 doors down. He grabbed new clothes for the young boy and prayed that they would fit. 'He's not big ... no. I think this would fit a tad big, I guess that would be fine ...' Knives chose a white dress shirt and black cotton pants. His eyes wandered through a few pairs of shoes and decided on a pair of black ones that would be best. He rushed back towards the room and slowly opened the door, he smiled at what he saw. There in front of him was Legato, hands playing with the washcloth as he stared at his feet which were sticking out of the wooden tub. His toes wiggled slightly and a slight smile spread across the boy's youthful face. Knives chuckled and slowly set the clothes on the table next the tub.
"Are you finished?" Knives asked with slight amusement in his voice. Legato snapped his head towards Knives and a dark blush splashed his cheeks.
"Y-yes, sir." Legato stuttered and slowly got up. His built body was soaked with water and his skin glistened. 'Will I have dreams of this ... most certainly. Such a fine body ... ' Knives thought smiling. Knives grabbed a wool cloth and stepped towards the boy. Legato quickly tried to step back but found himself still inside the circular tub. Knives wrapped the cloth around the boy and stepped back.
"There, see no need to be so defensive."
"I have the right to be!" Legato quickly shot back. 'My, my. That is an awful temper.' Knives sighed and his blue eyes closed.
"I'm trying very hard to be kind to you..."
"I don't need any pity from things like you!"
"Things like me? I am what you are, human. Therefore I am not a thing." Knives informed the livid boy.
"Who says! Your kind do not act like humans!" Legato shouted.
"My kind? I have no kind... Are you speaking of nobles?" Knives asked, his pale hands fixing his cuffs back to their original position. His hands quickly began to smooth out any wrinkles that might have gotten on his light blue shirt.
"Yes! Your beastly kind. They have no hearts." Knives sighed at the logic of the boy. 'Scientifically, we all have hearts.' Knives grabbed the boy's hand and pulled it to his chest. Legato struggled and broke free of the grasp. "What was that about!?" His body moved away from the tub and slowly started to back away from Knives.
"My heart. As you can see I have one." Knives explained patiently.
"No, ... FEELINGS!" Legato cried out, his body still backing up. One hand held the wool cloth in place, covering him appropriately.
"Come now! We are not all that way!" Knives replied exasperated. "What must I do to show you that much?"
"Nothing! There's nothing you can do!" Amber eyes glared at the noble.
"Well, look, there! There are new clothes for you to wear. I will wait outside. Dear Lord! I try to be nice and this is what I get... never again, never again..." Knives went on grumbling as he stomped out of the room. Legato gazed at the door and then at the neat pile of clothes.
"..." 'I ... don't think there's anything he can do...' Legato numbly pulled on the slightly large clothes. 'Why is he so nice to me?'
Knives paced out side the wooden door. 'Me, a beast!? How dare he! I give him a bath and yet he doesn't have the courtesy to say-'
"Thank you, sir..." Legato stood silently bowing. His white dress shirt sagging and not tucked in. Knives looked over the boy and quickly pulled the boy up.
"Stand still." Knives ordered as his slim pale fingers tucked in the white shirt. He buttoned the cuffs and ran his hand through the boy's now clean hair. "Much better..." He smiled with charm and straightened himself up. "My, my. Now look at me. Might I say, I think you look better then me at the moment." Knives joked and motioned the boy to follow him. Legato had a small smile playing on his lips. They walked out of the small corridors and now walked down a long hallway.
Knives pushed open oak doors and inside were many books. From ancient to the modern time of their days.
"This is our library, I like to spend a lot of my time here and in the courtyard," Knives stated as he closed the doors and continued the tour of the household. They moved silently through the hallways, except for the exceptional statements that Knives made. As they kept walking, Knives heard a figure approaching and fast. Faster, it was louder now ... Vash was running in the distance and was quickly covering ground.
"Knives!" He yelled out, his face angry. Behind him followed the same servant that filled the tub for Knives and Legato. 'Beautiful ... Just dandy!' Knives mused in his head, keeping a strained smile on his pale cream face. "Knives!"
"What is it Dear Brother?!" Knives answered back irritated.
"I need a talk with you now!" Vash hissed softly. "Privately." Aqua eyes glared at the cleaned and proper boy, who stood sternly at Knives' side.
"No need to be so rude about it." Knives sighed and turned his head to the blue haired boy. His chin-length hair swishing from side-to-side. "Oh, can you find your way back up to your room?" Knives asked. The boy nodded and quickly stepped away from the two brothers, "Good. Go there please."
"Yes, sir." Legato bowed and rushed away. 'I don't want my master to get in trouble... not because of me ...'
Vash stared at Knives with fierce aqua eyes. "What do you think to accomplish with this. Mom will be furious, and I am right with her! What do you think you're doing?" Vash demanded an answer.
"It's none of yours OR mother's concern! Now leave me!"
"Is there something you're not telling me Knives. Now would be a good time to tell me .... I'm listening." Vash asked softly. His red and golden suit glinted in the mid-day sun.
"..." 'This maybe my only chance to tell him my ... secret ... should I take that chance? ... Lord help me. Should I tell him....' "There is nothing to tell! Can I be kind to a poor boy?" Vash sighed and shifted his weight.
"Oh, Brother... What will we do with you?" Vash smiled slightly and patted Knives on his back. Knives let out a sigh as he saw his brother's retreating figure. 'Brother ... What is it that you're not telling me?' Vash mused as he turned around a corner, his lean body quickly moving.
Another servant rushed towards Knives. His figure heaving with strained breaths.
"Sire! Where is your ... brother?" The old servant panted as he came to a stop in front of Knives.
"He just left ... why?" Knives cocked his head to one side. His body shifted and he put a hand on his hip.
"Lord Andre and his daughter, Meryl are here to see him!" The servant exclaimed. Blue eyes widened and Knives twirled around and quickly darted off after his brother...
And I guess I'll end it there. Still small chapies! well I guess Review please.
Chibi Legato.
P.S: Yes, Knives was probably thinking naughty thoughts when he was washing Legato ... but I want it to be like ... slow ... growing love XD ... I'll keep Knives' naughty thoughts secret until future chapters 8P