Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Sherlock Holmes or Trigun. The library owns those…..

C-E: Another riveting chapter of Family! Don't you love how I leave you on a cliffhanger and then skip the chapter of Ham-hams to write this one instead? What can I say? I LOVE this story! UGHH! I'm sooooo happy that I can write after all the STUFF (using that word in place of another) that I went through at school. No offense to you non-slackers and whatnot, but NEVER GET IN G/T!

Family Reunion

Chapter Four:

I Think It's Time for Some Sleep…

((((Start))))

"The Murderer of the Baby iiiiiiis! Legato's Mother!"

GASP!

"Naw, just kidding. The REAL murderer is- GHOSTS!"

Silence.

The room stared at Knives as he puffed on his pipe, standing in the middle of the room in his gray tweed suit while his "partner" sat on the floor propped against the couch. It was not that everyone was stunned and amazed at Knives' accusation; it's just…

"Ghosts! How did ghosts kill my little sister?" Adante yelled, jumping up in his rage. John ran over and calmed him down as Knives gave him a hard sidelong glare.

"You doubt me deductions? BLASHPEMY! YOU SHALL DIE! Legato, kill." he finished, turning away and walking out the door as Legato raised a knife on his brother out of old habit.

HONK HONK! "Will you guys hurry up! I still have to go shopping!" a voice screamed from outside. Vash jumped up and ran to the open door.

"Coming Meryl! Just let me get Sher- I mean Knives!" He turned to his twin, "Come on, Knives. We have to go! You don't want Meryl to get mad…"

Knives sighed and turned back to the living room. "Very well. BUT! Remember that this was a mystery solved by… SHERLOCK HOLMES!" he said, thrusting his pipe into the air.

The two left and the Bluesummers family stayed in their silence. Legato sighed and placed the kitchen knife on the bar top. "I'm sorry about that."

Adante raised a trim eyebrow at his elder brother, "Was that your employer?"

Legato nodded and his brothers patted him on the back. "Aw man! I feel sorry for you! And I thought I treated my employees badly!" Adante said, pouring his psychotic brother a drink.

"Yeah! That guy's a total nutcase!" Poco cried as Legato downed his offered drink.

"Eh, you get used to him after a while. And halfway through my employment he was debilitated so it wasn't that bad-" Legato stopped turning to Midvallina who smiled at him as she tapped him on the shoulder. Her finger beckoned him and pointed to Legato's room. Legato pardoned himself, took one last swig of alcohol, and followed his "beloved."

The door closed and Legato felt a chill come into the room as Midvallina sat on his bed, patting the sheets in invitation. He sat and they were silent…

Midvallina sighed, "Honey, you've always been so sweet and kind to me. I don't think I can ever remember a time when you would yell or hurt me. I'm so lucky to have such a caring and gentle husband…" she said, placing her hands on his. "It's just, I feel like you're holding something back from me… Something REALLY important…" she whispered, moving her face close to his.

Legato tried to back away but Midvalley held him fast. "I don't know what you mean…"

His eyes narrowed. "Oh, I think you do."

"What are you talking about dear? I'd never hide anything from you…"

"Give it up Leggy-kuns. I've grown immune to your power," Midvalley said, his voice taking on it's original baritone.

"Impossible!"

Midvalley sighed. "FINE! We'll play you're game…." He kissed Legato on the cheek and walked out of the room with a malevolent smile across his face. The door clicked shut with Midvalley's "feminine" voice saying Legato was not feeling well and needed some time alone.

Indeed, Legato stared in awe at the one person who was immune to his telepathy simply because of overexposure. Oh, the irony. Oh, the comedic irony… (A/N: Oops! Fourth wall.)

Legato fell into his pillows and buried his face into the down-softness. "How could this POSSIBLY get any worse?…"

And like some scripted version of his life, the door rang just as his muffled words broke free of the pillows fluff and spread into his room. He stiffened as he heard voices outside, happy voices layered with fear and the flittering tongue that mimicked Vivace.

Suddenly, our blue-haired hero wanted to go meet his sister. "CRAP!" he yelled as he opened the door against his own will. The living room was static with activity all centered around one person. The group split and a woman, coming up to Legato's shoulders, was standing in the middle with a placid smile spanning her milky face. Her dark blue hair shimmered black in the dim lighting and fell across her back. She wore a black business suit as Legato ambled up to her with acidic smile on his face.

She lit up and threw her lean arms around his shoulders, jumping up to peck him on his cheek. Her pale purple eyes stared deep into his glaring golden orbs. "Oh, Legato! I'm so happy to see you again!"

Legato sighed as he pushed her gently away. "Hello Maestoso. It's a pleasure to see you too…" he drawled.

She stepped back and glared up at him with her hands perched on her pleated pants. "I didn't hear any feeling in that hello…" she smirked, "Maybe you should try it again! I am your sister and deserve a little feeling..." She growled the last word, her eyes narrowing to two intense slits of anger.

Legato stiffened beneath her icy glare and forced a believable smile onto his face. He spread his arms and pulled the woman into bear hug. His voice deepened with such feeling, he actually seemed human when he said, "Maestoso, my beloved sister! How have you been? My god! It's been forever! I can't believe you look so beautiful after all these years!"

Maestoso brightened in her brother's embrace and, as she pulled away placing her delicate hands on the man's off white, button down shirt, smiled big at the radiant love. She wiped a tear of joy from her eye. "Oh Legato! It's so nice to see you're safe! I was so worried all these years! And then, I get a letter from you and- and... OH! I couldn't help myself! I was OVERJOYED to see you safe!" she sniffed, turning away with a dramatic hand on her cheek. She turned back, her head tilted, a smile of ease on her face and hands on her petite hips. "See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?" she asked. Legato's golden eyes glared, but his mouth smartly kept a residue of the love he showed before.

The sister looked the living room over, her other brothers snickering at the obviously avid Legato. Midvalley raised an inquistive eyebrow and John walked to his only daughter. "Maestoso, you're mother is in a room. Unfortunately, she snapped right before you arrived and you know how she gets then... Legato, it's been a long day and we're really tired-"

Legato's face fell into it's normal humdrum as he walked past his immediate family. "Of course. Let me show you to your rooms," he stopped, turned and smiled sickeningly at Midvalley, head tilted to the side in innocence. "Midvallina, dear, why don't you take care of their bags?" The cross dressing saxophonist glared at the suspicious happiness.

Maestoso brightened as Legato began down the halls, switching to his normal self. "Oh! Legato, you never told me you married! Midvallina, is it? My, how lucky you are to have my brother as a husband! You two must absolutely love each other! I must see what you two have done with your room!" Both men jumped.

The family looked from both stunned men; Legato with a look of encompassing horror and Midvalley the picture of hidden disgust. John cleared his throat in authority, "Son, you do remember what we always told you, correct? When you love some one, you must share every aspect of their life. And the only way to do that is to live in the same room. You do sleep together, right?"

Legato stared at Midvalley for an eternity...

"Yes father. Of course I sleep with her..." he mumbled, as if in a dream.

"Well then! Nothing to worry about!" Poco yawned, stretching his long tan arms behind him.

Adante rubbed his eyes as Maestoso formally introduced herself to Midvalley. "I think it's time we went to bed. You were showing us to our rooms, brother?"

Legato turned and smiled to the men of his family, "Of course. This way."

Maestoso waved her leave from Midvalley and followed the troupe down the fading hall. When the room fell silent, he let out an groan and plopped into a plump armchair. The musician buried his face into the arm and moaned, "Oh my god. I don't want to sleep with him!"

A few minutes later, Legato returned alone, glaring at the musician slumped into the armchair. The two men stared at each other in emcompassing silence. Glaring psychopath against scornful musician wearing a dress.

Which reminded him...

Midvalley was the first to stand, breaking the fueding silence with a sigh. "I'm gonna change out of this ridiculous outfit," he said, stretching and turning to the door. "It's not like their going to go to my room and watch me sleep! ..." Midvalley stopped, peering over his shoulder at Legato's listless form, "Right?"

Legato smiled and shrugged. "I wouldn't put it pass them..."

The musician glared at Legato, growling and rubbing his aching temples. After a few minutes of mumbling beneath his breath, Midvalley turned to Legato and said, "Fine. Let's sleep in my room. As much as I'm sure your family is used to the heads hanging from your ceiling and blood splattered on the wall, I don't want to be associated with your crazy."

Legato's golden eyes narrowed in a sadistic smile, "I wouldn't worry about that..."

With that, Midvalley shivered, sighed, and led the way to his room with the chuckling Legato in his wake. Sleep was not the only thing on Midvalley's mind; but it was the only thing that did not make him cry in fear...

((((End))))

C-E: Thought I was dead, huh! Well too bad. I'm back and this time, I'll probably get some chapters done. Man, I feel sorry for my "fans"... I'm a horrible procrastinator... Oh well! Next up is probably a chapter of Clone! If I can focus long enough to finish it! Stay tuned, Family Reunion is bound to cause an uproar!