Chibi Legato back again! Can't get rid of me ... I'm like a pest... XD Well Hello and today it'll start out as Legato's dream... Tongarisangel wanted more... um... oomph to the dream, ... So this will be dedicated to you XD. Just hope that people won't report me... O.o I think I would die if that happened!
Things you should know:
"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
Dreams...
'Dream thoughts'
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 and the evil men that ... rape poor child legato.)
Loving you is my sin.
"...His heavy breathing slowed and he started to drift off into a very uncomfortable sleep with Legato in his arms..."
Legato shifted and felt the heat of another body close to him, but he didn't care too much. He shivered and began to thrash around as the same dream tormented him.
Running harder, breathing faster, 'They're closing in!'
"Come back here BOY!" A voice yelled and a young boy slipped around the corner of a large house. His raggedy clothing swung loosely around his tanned body and he panted for breath. His amber eyes were wide with fear as he searched for a way out. There was a large barn, he could run there! Surly he still had strength for that much...
"Come out now. Little boy!" Another voice yelled, much deeper and somewhat calmer. As if trying to sooth the boy to come out. Amber eyes shifted to a large shadow which seemed to prowl around the corner. Legato flung his small body towards the barn and sprinted hard. His blue hair danced in his face and he swiped it away with his hands. Legato looked over his shoulder and there he saw it, five male adults running after him. 'No ... Mommy! Daddy! Help me! ...'
"MOMMY! DADDY! HELP!" The boy shrieked out loud as his scrawny legs continued pulling him towards the worn out barn. Legato stopped in front of the barn and tried to swing it open. His amber eyes locked on the five men standing just a few feet away from him, their voices were deep and husky.
"We finally caught you..."
"My Lord it was hard to catch ye..."
"But now that we have ye here, we can finally get what we want right gentlemen?"
"Yes." They all replied. Legato stepped back nervously, his amber eyes glinting with a sudden fire, like a final burst of fight that a cornered animal has before dying. Even though he wasn't going to die, it might be the worst thing that could ever happen to him.
"What is it that ye want with me?" The boy spat out hastily, his tanned body backing up slowly.
"Aw, didn't ye mother and father ... Ye know, the ones ye were screaming for just now ... well, didn't they tell ye that they was lending ye to us for as long as we want!"
"Ah yes, see they said, and I quote "Have him as long as ye want! As long as ye give us something better than damn cake!". Poor kid! You belong for our ... needs ... now!" The men laughed. Their eyes all stared at the frightened boy.
"What do ye mean? NEEDS? ... Needs? ..." The boy's eyes widened significantly.
"Yes! Those needs!" Another round of laughter. "Your parents knew very well what they were getting you into! You have some very caring parents!" The man said sarcastically. All of them quickly surrounded the young boy.
"All of ye are twisted, demented, sick minded-"
"Yes, yes ... whatever! But see, you'll just be another little whore!" The tallest of them picked legato's small frame up.
"NO! Please! I BEG YE! DON'T! I'm ... just a boy!" Legato flailed his thin arms about, trying to loosen himself from the man's grip.
"Come now, how old are ye? Twelve? Thirteen?" One of them asked as they passed towards the main part of the manor.
"I'm only ten! God! Please Help me!"
"Why would God listen to a poor, un-needed servant like you!" All the men laughed and Legato shut his amber eyes as tears trickled down his face. "Your parents don't even love you!"
"Shut ye mouth! They love me!" A hard smack landed on the boy's face.
"You boy, are going to listen to us now! You're our WHORE! And that's all ye are going to be! A dirty little whore!" The pack of men continued towards the large manor. A pair stood in the shadows and their amber eyes glinted greedily. 'Why mommy? ... why daddy?'
The group walked through the living parlour and three young women looked up and sighed. It was always like this, they always had someone new after a week. The women stared into the frightened amber eyes of the boy and their hearts plummeted. They turned to each other and started to whisper inaudible things. The group of men continued on their way towards a large room at the back of the furnished manor. Legato could see the mischievous smiles on the men's faces. His face grew horrified and he started to kick and scream. Another smack and a low "Shut up" came out of nowhere. They walked into the room which was bare and had only a wooden nightstand with a bed. The tall man that carried Legato stood in front of the old bed and dropped the scared boy on it.
"Now I can hardly wait..." One of the men chuckled and all of their eyes ran over the boy's trembling body. A hand shot out of nowhere and tore off Legato's dirty white shirt. Legato's skin was a slight caramel colour and his blue hair stuck out sorely in the dim room. Amber eyes looked up at the men's darkened faces.
"My, I think we have one fine looking whore on our hands..." Another very different hand covered the boy's chest and ran over his stomach forcefully. The soft finger tips traced around the boy's firm stomach, moving towards two soft nipples. The hand placed a few fingers on a soft nipple, pinching it with a sudden force and Legato yelped out. He tried to scramble away but he felt his hands being held down and his legs in the same situation.
"NO! Please! NO!" Legato screeched out and tears rolled down his young ten-year-old face. His eyesight blurred and his body gave up. Five grown men against a young boy, there wasn't much of a chance for the young boy. Amber eyes screwed shut as he felt a rough tongue swipe over the same bruised nipple.
"Mm, the little whore tastes good too..." laughter sounded and the men seemed eager to taste the boy. Legato found himself chained to the bedpost and all the men hovering over him, hands groping sensitive places and tongues dipping and licking at every place. The boy cried out as he tried to move away only causing the chains to dig into his thin wrists. One stopped this unwanted onslaught and stood up pondering.
"So, how's this going to go... should we all have a turn today or, one every day? So many things we could do to this whore... Heh... this isn't an ordinary whore... he's a special little whore, isn't he?" The man grinned and grabbed a fistful of blue hair, his hot breath soft on the boy's face. As the older man leaned in closer, Legato thought over his choices quickly and soon found himself plunged into a carnivorous bite, his small teeth clenching onto the man's bottom lip. The man bellowed out in pain and pulled away from the boy, blood trickling down to the front of his chin. His hands covered his mouth as he glared venomously at the child, who returned the glare with renewed vigour. The others quickly looked up to exam what had happened to the man.
"Steven are you alright?"
"Yes Steven what did that little monster do to you?" The men glared at the boy and Legato suddenly regretted his actions.
"The little whore bit me!" Steven exclaimed with disbelief. His anger flared and he jumped onto the bed prowling silently towards the boy. "Ye think ye have chance? ... Huh, say something!" His hand cupping the blue haired boy's cheek with sudden affection. Steven smiled, eyes glowing as he lowered his head until his lips hovered right above Legato's. The young boy struggled against the chains. Steven grinned widely and covered the boy's lips with his own. His tongue shoved down Legato's small throat. The boy gagged and gasped for air, tears rolling down his cheeks once more. Steven's hands went to the boy's legs, spreading them apart quickly, his head lifting as he panted slightly for breath.
"Steven?" Some of the men called out, wondering where the man was going with all this. Steven smiled out as he pulled off Legato's ragged shorts, leaving the boy exposed to everyone in the room.
"Hmm, we're not getting anything from ye, are we?" Steven stared disappointedly at Legato's small un-raised penis. "You're going to like this. You're going to beg for it when I'm through with ye. You're going break and I'm going to be the one who does it, ye hear me ye little whore?" Steven trailed off as he lowered his head, so that he was in between the boy's legs.
"No, No, No, ...no..." Legato shut his eyes tightly and wished himself out of the room. His mind floating towards the ceiling only to see a young boy arch his back, gripping the sheets, men were everywhere, and they didn't do a damn thing. His mind came floating back into place, and yet it crashed, leaving the boy blank of all thoughts, of all prayers and hopes... he didn't want this, no...
Legato's eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up.
"No..." Legato murmured out, his eyes darting around the room. Knives yawned and shifted his body in the chair as his head laid on Legato's lap. Legato stared at the man, not knowing what to do.
"Ahem!" A voice coughed out. Legato looked towards the large opening of the room and saw a similar figure, a lot like the one that was sleeping right there with him. His eyes focused and he cursed silently. His two hands grasped Knives' shoulders and shook him slightly.
"What now? I was ... Mm, I was" A soft snore and Legato chuckled. His master was quiet funny sometimes. Another soft shake. "What? Leave me be! ... It was getting good!" Legato couldn't suppress his laughter. Knives jumped up quickly, rubbing his eyes and letting out a yawn once more. "WHAT?"
"Um, Master Knives, it seems like someone wants to see ye!" Legato informed as he pointed towards the figure that was striding across the large room. Knives looked over his shoulder with weary eyes and groaned out.
"Great, this is perfect," Knives exclaimed sarcastically. His pale blue eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you want!"
"What do I want! WHAT DO I WANT? I want an EXPALANATION!" Vash roared, his aqua eyes shined with fury. "Staying in the servants infirmary for more than you need be! And staying over night too! Do you know the rumours flying around? So many about you and that ... that servant of yours!" Vash raised a gloved hand and pointed at Legato. A pale hand flew out of nowhere and backhanded Vash's already red -with fury- face.
"That is no way to talk to me or my servant!" Knives shouted back as he stood up knocking the chair over. Vash stood there stun, hands cupping his sore cheek. "I want you out of here now! Leave me AND my servant alone! Oh! Do you know what I think about the rumours? POPPYCOCK! Pure nonsense! So get OUT now!" Vash stumbled backwards and quickly left the large infirmary. He mumble something that sounded like "you'll regret this" and soon was out of sight.
"...M-Master Knives?" Pale blue eyes met amber ones.
"...Yes..." A light blush covered Knives' cheeks.
"... Why did ye do that?" Legato asked, his amber eyes gazed more intently at Knives. He smiled slightly when he saw the rosy cheeks Knives was sporting.
"I, well ... uh ... It was awfully rude of him to point, and yell at us! I mean you need your rest! You have a terrible fever and I just wanted to offer ... uh ... err, you know..."
"Your ... um, kindness? Support? Love-uh maybe not that but... um, uh... Oh dear me..." Legato bowed his head from Knives' view. His tan cheeks burned with a dark, deep flush of red. Knives bent down and lifted Legato's head up.
"Well, maybe it could be ... love, I mean you never know! Not that I lov-"
"You love me?" Legato gawked at Knives. Knives opened his mouth to say something but found that his voice had stopped working. His face was now, not just a light rose but seemed to be where all the blood of his face had drained to. Legato's large calloused hands cupped Knives' face closer to his own. "... You ... love me?"
"Well ... I ...um-"
"Knives, dear, where are you! Vash said you were here somewhere! I have wonderful news!" A cheerful voice rang around the corner.
"Might..." Knives finished his sentence. Legato gazed at Knives with disbelief. Knives stood up, leaving the boy on the bed. Rem ran into the room with her baby pink coloured dress.
"What are you doing here?" Rem asked curiously.
"Checking on my servant, mother..." Knives replied.
"... Oh, well never mind that! Great news my dear son!" She said waving her hand to dismiss the subject.
"What ever could it be?" Knives asked with fake curiosity. His pale blue eyes kept glancing at the still dazed boy on the bed.
"I found you a bride my dear boy! You're going to get married with a Lord's daughter!" Knives' face was drained of colour and his mouth fell open. Legato snapped his head towards the pair of nobles in front of him. 'No! Master just said he might love me! He loves me! No woman can take him away now!' Legato mused as his mouth also hung open. "Well, aren't you going to say something?" Rem asked with a wide smile on her face.
"Oh, this is truly wonderful news mother," Knives responded, faking a smile and staring down at his mother. Her smile never faded as her eyes beamed with joy. Legato snapped his head so that he could gape at Knives. 'No! What is he saying! Didn't he tell me? Yes! He told me! He might love me! Why is he saying that?' Amber eyes narrowed and he couldn't control himself.
"What are ye doing marrying him off! Ye can't! No! Ye just CAN'T!" Legato's eyes widened at his own voice and he threw his hand over his mouth immediately, regretting speaking those words to his master's mother. Rem's dark brown eyes narrowed and her cheeks flushed red with anger instantly. Her body crossed around the bed until she stood in front of a quite apprehensive Legato.
"How dare you tell me what I can or cannot do! Some one as lowly as you telling me what I can do? Why you ungrateful little piece of waste! I spend money on taking you in and you think you can defy what I say!" She slapped the boy across his tanned face, still seething with anger. "If only Alex were here, he would handle you!"
Knives quickly wrapped an arm around his mother's shoulders, ignoring Legato for the time being. "Mother, I'm sorry for his actions. Let me handle him. You don't need this kind of stress right now, dear mother of mine! Please he does not know of what he speaks! His mind is dazed, he is very ill-" Rem turned around to face her son, her voice steadying but still carrying the force that she had when she slapped Legato.
"I do not care if he be ill or not! He should have respect for his higher authorities!" She said as she stressed the word "higher". Rem turned around glaring at the blue haired boy, as if expecting something.
"I...am sorry...my mistress," Legato stammered, still rubbing the red slap sting that remained on his cheek. "I was... I was out of line and should never have insulted you." Legato murmured out as his gaze fell to the blankets that covered him.
"Do it again and I shall see to it that you are sent back to where you came from. You've been nothing but a nuisance ever since you've arrived!" Rem huffed out as she fanned herself, her bracelet shining as the lights in the room radiated against the jewels exotically.
She whisked herself around, ignoring Legato as she grasped one of her son's arms. Rem's bright smile returned, "Back to what I came in here to say, yes Knives, you are to be wed and your bride-to-be will be visiting in a couple of short days! We must put these servants to work, so we give a good first impression."
"Yes mother. ... Thank you mother," Knives gave a weak smile as Rem kissed him on his forehead. She turned around and dismissed herself from the large infirmary. Knives closed his eyes letting a sigh fall from his lips. The blonde hair noble shook his head in disbelief while picking up the old wooden chair that was laying on the floor. He settled himself down in it and leaned towards Legato.
"You've disappointed and shamed me, Legato," Knives whispered, running his pale slim fingers along his servant's forehead. "Your fever seems to have diminished." Knives sighed out, closing his eyes once again as he let his hand stay settled on Legato's cheek.
"She can't marry you off like that! She just can't!" Legato pleaded, his head leaning towards the soothing touch. "Master..."
"She can, Legato, ...She can and she will. She can also send you back to where you came from too if you don't behave. I don't want to see you go, but if you act like this, then... I cannot help you..." Knives moved his hand away from Legato's tanned cheek. Knives gazed at Legato only to see his face flushed red and his eyes brimmed with tears.
"Master, don't let her send me back there. I beg of you. I don't want to leave..."
"Why, why is it a problem for you to go back?" Knives asked as he gently wiped away the small droplets of tears.
"Well..." Legato bowed his head 'No I can't tell him that, I can't tell him what happened... He'd, he'd think I'm dirty... no I can't tell him... I have t-to say something else...'
"Well?" Knives brushed away a few stray strands of blue hair from Legato's tanned face.
"I... Love you." Legato choked out. He looked up and amber eyes met blue. Knives had stopped brushing Legato's soft hair as he tried to comprehend what he had just heard. 'He loves me...' Knives found himself moving closer to Legato, his eyes wide. " Master, I love you." Legato said as he continued to pull Knives towards him, finding himself pondering how wonderful those soft pink lips would taste. Just as Legato finished that thought, he felt it, his lips came in contact with Knives' as they shared a soft kiss. The blonde haired noble felt Legato wrap his arms around him, embracing him gently. Their tongues soon danced, enjoying the sweet intoxicating flavours. Knives parted from the younger man and gulped down precious air.
"L-Legato?" Knives questioned. Legato rested his head on Knives' shoulder and found himself kissing Knives' neck softly, almost ghostly.
"Master, please don't send me back, I don't want to be alone anymore..." Knives pulled Legato into a tight hug. He gave the Legato a little kiss on his forehead and ran a pale hand through the soft blue hair.
"I promise I won't leave you... just promise you won't misbehave," Knives whispered but found that Legato had already fallen asleep. Knives sighed and wondered out loud, "I can tell there is something more, that you don't want me to know... I can see the fear in your eyes Legato. Won't you tell me the real reason why you don't want to go back? ..."
Okieledokilay! Heh! Tongarisangel suggested the basic dialogue to the ending! Thank you! Sorry that I kinda added and changed and stuff. This was mostly your chapter so in your favour! I SAY THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO TONGARISANGEL!