Chibi Legato here. Holy Jeebus! I was eating some fried chicken and drinking some Brisk and then ... it hit me! The next chapter for my story! XD I was like "YES! Oh my GOD! That's the best thing to write!" and then I took my remaining food and the rest of my drink upstairs ... and I wrote this 8D I hope you enjoy! ...
P.S ... my fried chicken tasted really good... XD
Things you should know:
"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
Dreams...
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun or their Characters. I might own some other small characters (like maids or servants or slaves ... oh I own the GREAT LORD Andre! and the evil women sharing the cake. Muehehehe!)
Loving you is my sin.
"... His body slumped onto his large, heavenly soft bed; he curled his slim body into a ball. Knives' milky-blonde, chin-length hair covered his blue eyes as he drifted into an uncomfortable sleep ..."
Knives unwrapped himself from his large, heavy blankets and opened his ice blue eyes. The sun glinted through the large window and Knives sat up slowly. His head throbbed with a dull pain, and he squinted his eyes. Knives got up off his soft bed and stumbled to his dresser.
A cream silk dress shirt with ruffles and brown knee pants with white knee high stockings were neatly placed inside the dresser and were put on along with black dress shoes and a brown tailored jacket. He let out a strained sigh and ran a hand through his tousled hair. As he stared at the mirror and his reflection, everything seemed to blur, nothing seemed to fit.
It disgraced him to see himself so weak and so pathetically hurt by the words thrown at him from his brother. 'But ... it was my brother ... my own brother.' Knives choked back tears and busied himself by fixing his cuffs. A knock echoed through his room and he slowly went to answer it.
"Who dares disturb me!" Knives asked angrily as he swung open the door. Legato stood there, in the same clothes from yesterday, silently quaking at Knives' anger.
"T-tis me sir." Legato bowed his head in apology. His blue hair covering his face from view. Knives softened his glare and let out another deep sigh. Knives stepped out of his room and into the hallway. "Your mother wants ye downstairs for breakfast ..." Legato informed in a quiet whisper. His amber eyes looked up through his blue hair to gaze at Knives' face. 'Please master! Don't be angry at me...'
"I am sorry to have yelled at thee, but I swore ye were my brother..." Knives explained hastily. He tried to smile but failed miserably and decided to just walk ahead of the bowing boy. Legato straightened himself up quickly and followed Knives down the hallway.
Legato kept glancing at Knives with concerned eyes. 'What's wrong master? Why are you so sad? ...' Legato let out a sigh and continued walking behind his master. Knives kept his eyes on the floor as he walked laboriously towards the dining room. All he wanted to do was go back to bed and try to sleep this whole ordeal off.
"There is the servant dining quarters, won't ye go there and find yourself something to eat?" Knives asked Legato before straightening his jacket.
"Yes, sir." Legato bowed once again, just about to make his leave.
"Hold, um, I'll only be in the dining room for at least a few minutes, so I'll come get ye... tis fine?" Knives' pale blue eyes gazed into shining amber ones.
"Of course master." Legato said and quickly walked off to a wooden door that was almost hidden in the darkness. He opened the door and walked in.
Knives walked into the dining room with a fake smile on his face. His pale skin glowed eerily in the candle light filling the room.
"Ah! My son! You missed young Meryl and her father yesterday!" Rem exclaimed cheerful as always. Her hair even more complicated, with tight bouncing curls, tiny braids crisscrossing back and forth. She had slight shades of makeup put on, very natural tones of course. Rem never really favoured makeup. "Come sit yourself down here and have a spot of breakfast!"
"Yes mother." Knives answered wearily as a servant pulled out the large wooden chair for him.
He sat down and stared ahead, only to face a smiling brother. Vash also glowed eerily in the candle light and his aqua eyes seemed to foreshadow an ocean of problems that Knives was going to face. Vash's honey blonde hair raised up like usual and his dress shirt was an oriental orange colour with red lacings and ruffles. He wore black pants that Knives couldn't notice at the moment.
"Hello my, ... Dear Brother" Vash said sarcastically, battering his eyelashes. Knives muttered out a good morning to him and quickly ate his eggs that were waiting for him on his plate. His mouth chewed and he ignored Vash and his mother. 'Keep eating, get out of here. Keep eating, get out of here...'
Legato sat down next to a large group of women. They quieted down when they caught glimpse of Legato. His amber eyes shifted uncomfortably under the silent tension. One of the women, maybe in her middle 30's scoffed and whispered in another's ear. Legato eyed them suspiciously as he broke off a piece of (1)Cake ((A/n: trust me, it's not the cake you think it is.)). The women kept snorting their laughter and their eyes always fell back on Legato.
"So, ye must be the master's pet!" Another snort of laughter from the group of women. 'My, one gets a bath and the gossip flows like the RIVER!' Legato sighed and bit into the hard Cake. He felt his teeth ache and tried to chew the stale piece of fake bread.
"No, ma'am. I am not thee master's pet. Ye must have me mistaken for some other poor soul." Legato informed them as he continued to chew on the cake. His amber eyes glinted dangerously as he continued to eye the women.
"Well, boy! Ye are the only BOY here, that's cleaned and primped!" An old woman croaked out.
"That doesn't mean I'm Master Knives' pet!"
"Oh, so it is Master Knives! Ha, ha told ye it was him! Only a pansy like Master Knives, that cares so much how he dresses, would really fancy a boy like him!" A woman in her late 40's yelled out, while pointing to Legato. Legato grinded his teeth and glared at the group of women. It seemed like he was very close to bombarding these old women with pieces of cake. The women continued to make jokes about Knives and Legato knew soon it would be too much to endure 'Master Knives ... he is nothing but kind to me ... he is so kind and nice to me! I like the way he smiles at me all the time! God, maybe I'm the pansy ...'
"Well, mother... brother, it seems like I'm finished and would like to depart to the library." Knives said softly while getting up and bowing. He turned himself towards the door to the dining room.
"Well yes ... but you can't forget your servant" Vash retorted sarcastically. Knives rolled his eyes and quickly walked out. He focused on the hidden door and was about to knock on it so he could get Legato out of there.
"Shut all of your mouths, ye old hags! Master Knives is not a villainous pansy! Shut up, shut up, shut UP!" Women were screaming and Knives heard pieces of rocks (... or was that cake?) being thrown inside the room. 'He's sticking up for me? Legato?...' "You all need to go burn in the infernos of HELL! So why don't you just sod off you wicked whores!"
"My, my ... that is really an awful temper ..." Knives sighed out, but something made him blush. 'He's yelling at them for me. He's sticking up for me.' Knives covered his mouth as he laughed. He felt his cheeks burn with a rose colour.
"My, master is nothing but kind! OLD VILLIANS! Hags! You old (2)peppered piece of grey meat! If I ever hear you talking about Master Knives like that again, I will make sure you are (3)grave women!" Legato finished shouting, and Knives quickly knocked on the door. Legato swung open the door and his tanned cheeks flushed dark red. "... um ... Master Knives?" Legato murmured out. Knives smiled slightly but soon pushed the young blue haired boy aside, barely standing inside the dimly lit room. The women that were covering their heads slowly straightened up, only to turn rigid at the sight of their master.
"So, ye think I'm pansy? Ye of all people, of all things, think to call me a pansy? I could as quickly turn ye back to your old masters and watch ye get beaten under the harsh glare of the sun! Have I? No! I let ye sit here, wasting time and getting fat!... Get UP! Get your slow arses up and start doing what we bought ye to do! CLEAN! Now leave my sight!" Knives shouted at the women, feeling a tad sorry for them since Legato had just finished yelling and bombarding them with words and cake.
The old women quickly rushed passed the two men, murmuring hateful things as they ran in different directions, scattering like dogs with their tails in between their legs.
"I, um ... told ye I'd come for ye when I was finished eating... and well, I suppose we should make our leave with haste!" Knives rambled out before taking Legato's hand in his and pulling him through the door. The two men rushed through the halls until they were at two large wooden, familiar doors.
"Isn't this ... the library sir?" Legato panted out.
"Yes, why do you ask?" Knives asked, peering over his shoulder. His pale blue eyes ran over the picture that seemed to be for him, and only him.
Legato stood there, breathing heavily and his face was a dark rose colour. His blue hair was sticking to his tanned face, from his sweat. Legato's shirt was sagging again and the black pants he wore were maybe one size too big and seemed to be sliding off his hips. Knives sighed and stared at this beautiful picture, not even he, Knives, could make justice to it if he wanted to paint it down. Knives sighed feeling something warm up inside him. Legato shifted beneath the eyes of his master.
"W-why are ye staring at me, my master?" Legato asked as he fanned himself with one hand. "Why is it so terribly hot?" Legato continued fanning himself. 'Master looks handsome, he looks perfect. Maybe ... he was made for the noble life.' Legato stood there, his stomach churning but not in the way he wanted it to, it hurt so bad. 'I feel dizzy, so dizzy ... Why am I dizzy? Nauseous ... I feel so sick... ' Legato's knees went from underneath him and he fell to the floor, heaving. Knives jumped back, but quickly kneeled over the boy with concern.
"Legato! LEGATO!" Knives cradled the blue haired boy in his arms. One hand continued running through the boys blue wet hair. His hand covered the boy's forehead. It burned and a cold sheet of sweet covered it. 'A fever? But how? He must have had it before he came, and arguing with the other servants must have stirred him up! My poor Legato...'
Knives continued to run his hand through Legato's hair. His eyes searched the halls for someone to help him. A young servant girl came through his mother's sleeping chamber.
"You! Hold! Please!" Knives cried out. "My attendant has fallen ill! I need you to help me, please!" The young girl looked shocked at the politeness that Knives used. She saw his sincerity and concern and quickly ran to help him.
"Follow me, sir" She said as she got up quickly leading the way. Knives picked up the boy and followed her. 'I thought you'd be heavier my Legato...' Knives shifted the boy until he felt comfortable with the boy's weight. He jogged for a moment to catch up with the young servant. "Through here, sir!" She pointed through a large opening. Inside were rows of beds.
"Not even ... I ... have seen ... this place!" Knives panted out as he cradled the unconscious boy in his arms.
"This is the servants infirmary." She explained softly. "Quickly! We must get a wet cloth on his forehead!" She lead the way to a soft white covered bed. Knives heaved the boy down onto the bed and he stared at the sleeping figure. 'My poor Legato... please don't leave me alone here.'
Knives searched the large stone room and saw an old creaky wooden chair and grabbed it. He pulled it next to the bed and sat in it. He crossed his slim legs and twiddled his thumbs idly. The young servant stared in awe at the affection shown by Knives.
"Um, sir... I'll have him sent up to his room when he wakes and feels better... You don't have to stay here..."
"I wish to! Please, just leave me be!" His pale blue eyes looked towards the girl.
"Yes, sir." She put a wet cool cloth on Legato's forehead and quickly departed from the large room.
The servant girl looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of her master. Knives lowered his head until it laid on Legato's firm chest. his slim hands ran up that very same chest, tracing small obscure figures up and down it. Knives sighed out, and his breathing became heavy. The servant girl's face burned a bright red and she quickly ran out of the room. 'Wait until the other girls hear this bout of news!' She giggled as she kept running down the hall.
Knives continued making small outlines of obscure objects on Legato's chest. 'Oh, I want you so terribly bad...' Knives moaned softly as one hand slowly slid down his own chest and towards an apparent bulge in his pants. Another moan left his lips and he started to massage the bulge heatedly. 'I want you bad! oh, Legato... Mm...'
"Oh, Legato..." Now he gasped. Breathing jagged, his free hand traced the outline of Legato's jaw. His face slowly inched towards Legato's relaxed face, but his conscience told him to stop, turn away.
Tears formed in Knives' half lidded eyes. He quickly stopped his ministrations on himself and let his head rest once more on Legato's chest.
"I'm so sorry... ah, I couldn't help it! It's too much Legato, I really need you... please just don't leave me." Knives started to sob. "I didn't mean to use you while you aren't even awake... I AM a villain! ... God, what have I become..."
Knives wanted to stop the burning heat that was still there, but he could try and wait, wait for his Legato to wake up. He forced his eyes shut and wrapped his arms around Legato's slim waist. His heavy breathing slowed and he started to drift off into a very uncomfortable sleep with Legato in his arms...
MUAHAHAHA! Not even a little solo time for poor Knives ... LMAO! Okay I know I'm evil but I thought that was good ... XD! Review my friends, Review!
(1)Cake: a kind of bread that doesn't use the grain part of the wheat gathered but the stem part. It's very hard and has huge chunks of stem still in it. Usually given to the slaves, servants and even peasants.
(2)peppered: "Ready to die", "almost dead". The last thing you do to meat when you serve it, so they are almost dead. XP
(3)grave women: "Dead women". Another way to say you'll be dead or you ARE dead.
P.S. Ha, ha, ha! I finally made some tiny, itty-bitty action in it ... and it was a solo ... lol. okay, okay ... maybe next chapter I'll get in more than that, but I'm not saying or making any promises! lol. Oh yeah soon Vash will be getting married to Meryl! Woot! Can we say fiesta BABY! WOOT! ... ahem okay yeah, I'll try updating ASAP...
P.P.S LMAO ... I never thought I'd make a P.P.S ... anyway just in case you guys wanted to know why Knives kept saying don't leave me alone ... well because in the old days, if people weren't treated correctly or in time, they could die of a fever or something simple like that ... okay NOW I'm FINISHED! XD...