Disclaimer: I wish I owned Trigun and for all those who are wondering… THERE IS NO TRIGUN MOVIE!

C-E: Chuckles. It's an inside joke with me and a couple'a friends. Welp, it's Legato family time once again! I'm not quite sure what to make of this chapter but I guarantee you it's gonna be pizza-rific!

Legato's Family Reunion

Chapter Two:

The Party Planning Blues…

((((Start))))

((The SEEDs Ship))

Legato sat at the table feverishly finishing the invitations for two hundred and thirty-seven (point five) relatives in the Bluesummers linage. Needless to say, after fifty-two hours of work his hand was cramping and the poor little psychopath was resting on his comfy couch as Midvalley hopped around setting up decorations, games, and refreshments.

Soon, Legato closed his eyes and drifted into sleep as Midvalley hummed above him, setting up the piñata. The placid man dreamt of bloody fields and twisted heads hanging by strips of flesh as they screamed in the burning fires of infernal pits…

Yes, it was a wonderful dream.

DING DONG… Legato opened his eyes and stared at the vibrant donkey hanging just to his left… DING DONG… "Honey, will you get that? I'm making a soufflé!" Midvalley called from the kitchen.

Legato sighed and peeled himself off his sanctuary and plodded down the hall to the "front door." Shhk. The door opened and he stared at a seventeen year old girl in a red uniform holding a ticket in one hand and pizza boxes in the other.

"Umm," the teenager ventured staring at Legato's exhausted form, "I have an order for twenty-two large five topping pizzas to a 'Mr. Bluesummers?'"

Legato growled.

"…Please sign here…"

Legato scribbled his name on the receipt, only half-aware of what he was doing. The teenager handed the boxes in her hand to Legato and walked back to her car for the other numbers.

Midvalley popped up behind Legato and snatched the box, opening it and tutting. "I told them to put two toppings on every pizza! Why is there five on this one? Oh! Honey, I decided pizza would be a nice warmer when your relatives arrive. I'll just go get the money from the box," he-er- she says leaning in to peck Legato on the cheek.

As you would guess, Legato woke up completely, screaming and wiping his cheek with Vash's hand, as Midvalley hopped back to the kitchen. The teenager arrived with another five boxes and stared at the man.

Legato glared at her with his near-bloody cheek. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STARING AT!" and he threw the door shut, stomping back to his room. The blue-haired man plopped down on his bed and buried his face in his pillow.

((Two Hours Later))

Legato did not realize he fell asleep until there was a knock on the door. Midvalley's voice drifted into the room with sickening care, "Honey, is something wrong? I'm coming in…"

Click creaak. Legato's buried face flinched in his pillow as Midvalley sat on his bed. He cringed as Midvalley sighed and put a manicured hand on his head, stroking his soft, blue hair lightly. "Honey, tell me what's wrong? Is it nerves? Are you afraid of your relatives not liking what you've become?"

Legato turned his head and glared at Midvalley. He sighed and sat up, pushing his "wife's" hand away. "Don't you have something to do?"

Midvalley glared at him and –SLAP! "How dare you speak to your wife like that! I should have you arrested for verbal abuse! Now," he continued standing up and pointing a finger at the door, "Go prepare for your family's arrival."

Legato stared at her, blinking. He stood up, raising Vash's hand to his throbbing cheek, and walked down the hall to the vibrantly decorated living and sat on his coveted couch.

Midvalley followed him and sat down next to him with an air of forgiveness as he tied his grown hair into a one-inch ponytail. Midvalley turned to Legato and laid his hands on Legato's, "Dear, I'm sorry if I mad you mad… It's just… I'm a little nervous of meeting your family. I mean we've only been together for two days."

Legato glanced at Midvalley. "What's your name?" he asked suddenly.

Midvalley stared at him and smiled, "What are you talking about, dear?"

"What's your name?" he asked with a curious smile that frightened Midvalley.

"Well, it's… um"

Legato smiled and started chuckling, "You don't know, do you?" he asked letting his face fall into his regular tedium, "Well, I can't have that when my parents arrive. So…" He stood up, pacing into front of his couch as Midvalley watched him. "For sake of time, you're name will be… Midvallina?"

Midvalley clapped her hands together and squealed, "Oh! It's sounds so foreign! I love it!"

Legato sighed as Midvallina hopped up to check on her raisin cookies. Suddenly, the door announced the arrival of some unknown body. Legato growled and walked to the door, opening it.

"I thought you didn't have anymore pizzaaas…" he stared at a tall black-haired woman with a clever smile spreading throughout her atmosphere. She wore a long, purple concert dress that hugged her slender figure and a black satin shawl. Her hair was pulled back in an elaborate braid, pinned with a diamond barrette.

Her pale teal eyes squinted as her smile deepened, "My son," she said, her voice like the satin that covered her. Legato took her shawl as she wrapped her arms around him. "Oh! Look how tall you've gotten. My lord, I remember when I had to look down at you. Now, I have to look up at you! And look at that hair!" she said as Legato led her to the living room, "It's so soft and beautiful! Oh! I've missed you," she finished burrowing her head into his shoulder…

Legato looked back towards the door as his father walked in. He was a tall man with plain brown hair and a scruffy mustache speckled with bits of white. His figure resembled that of a hard-working farmer, although he had never worked a day in his life. He wore a red and white flannel shirt with plain brown slacks.

As Vivace backed away to marvel at the decorations, John walked up to his son and shook his hand, pulling him to a one-armed hug. They pulled away from each other and Legato's face brightened. "Look how much you've grown! Ha ha! I never thought I'd ever see you again, but here you are! And you're as healthy as the old man, God rest his soul."

Legato's eyes-widened, "Grandfather died?" His voice was filled with pure sorrow and amazement as his father nodded.

"You've missed a lot these past years, son. On a brighter note, you're mother and I have a new baby! And your siblings have been doing quite well as I understand it."

Vivace walked back to them and shooed John back to the car to fetch their belongings and the baby. She turned back to Legato and restored her calm atmosphere, "You must forgive my attitude, son. I was just overwhelmed with seeing you again."

Legato smiled, "Just like that time you cheered Grandfather when he was chasing away those children."

Vivace's laughter flitted like a flute, "Yes! That was exciting seeing the old man running about like that! … Well, I'm glad to see you're doing fine. You and your siblings! You know, I have no idea what any of you have been doing these past years!"

Legato smiled as his father walked back inside, setting a case down and holding a pink blanket bundle in his arms. John motioned Legato to look and Vivace prodded him over. Legato peered at the blanket as John pulled back the covers. Two satin navy eyes stared at Legato as plumb and frail hands reached towards his face. For three seconds, Legato swore he looked at the child of Master Knives.

"Ah! Who is this, son?" Vivace asked, tapping Legato's shoulder. He turned around to see Midvallina placing a tray of chocolate cookies on the coffee table.

Legato nearly choked, thinking of his response. "This-ahem- this is my wife. Midvallin, meet Vivace and John, mother and father respectively. Mother, father. This is Midvallina she reigns from -er- Little Russia…"

Vivace turned and stared into Legato's eyes, prodding him with her steely teal eyes. Midvallina sensed urgency in Legato's expression and interrupted the silent interrogation.

"You know Miss and Mister Bluesummers, I am a pronounced saxophonist…"

Vivace spun around and smiled at Midvallina as John sighed, still holding the baby, "Really? You'll have to play me something later! Oh! And I absolutely love what you've done with your hair!" she nearly sang as the two women retreated to the kitchen.

John sat down on the couch as Legato followed, handing the baby to his son. Legato held the children and felt a chill roll down his spine as the shining blue eyes smiled and her little hands reached for his blue hair. She gurgled and giggled as Legato moved Vash's finger to let her chew on it.

John sighed as he watched the two. "Legato." Legato's head shot up towards his father, knowing that his name usually meant something immensely serious. "You and that wife of yours make such a great match! It's as if you've known each other outside of love. But, you need to tell me. Are you thinking about having a baby?"

Legato couldn't help but laugh. When he finally calmed down, he chuckled, "Ah, I'm not quite sure about that, Father. I haven't talked to her about it but I'm sure she would be… enthusiastic…"

John let out a deep-throated moan before he whipped his head around the room and leaned close to his son, covering the baby's ears. "Don't! Your mother has been griping about none of you children having kids; and, she wants to trap you kids at the house if you ever did have offspring to make sure you 'raise' it right.'"

Legato nodded as Vivace walked in with Midvallina, giggling about some secret topic that made Legato unsettled. John chuckled and took the baby back as he sat up, "Knowing your mother, it's probably some embarrassing story about you and your brothers!"

Vivace walked behind John and smacked his head, "For your information, it's not… Hmm, it seems Adante and Poco are just a few miles away."

Midvallina cheered, "Oh! Just in time for dinner! Everyone go into the dinning room, I'll go greet our new guests. Oh don't worry Legato! I won't be too bad of a hostess."

Legato walked into the dining room and sat at the head with both parents on Vash's side. He sighed as he heard the door open and Midvallina's voice echo from the front hall followed by the joking howls of his two brothers…

He muttered just enough under his breath that no one heard, "I wonder what Master Knives is doing…."

((((End))))

C-E: Good? Bad? Hehe. I put a lot of pseudo-mistakes in this chapter! See if you can find them and tell me if you do! Keke.