Thoughts of Loathing By EvilDM2
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Be gentle...this is my first Trigun Fanfic. What if Legato wasn't a willing participant? What if he found how Knives "convinced" him to be loyal? What is he tried to escape?
A minor blurb about what would happen. Don't sue. Trigun, Legato, Knives and Vash belong to their creators not me. If I owned them I would be filthy stinking rich.
Please R&R! ((If I get some reviews I might write some more, and with practice they'll get better)
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It was hurting again.
Not that something like this bothered Legato Bluesummers. It was merely something he noticed, as he lay in his bed to sleep. How many times this week does that make? Ten. He would have to inform Knives of this if it got worse. He was the one who gave him the accursed limb, he would certainly know what was wrong with it.
But oh, how he hated the thing. The strange arm that had been Knives gift to him. Some gift. It was this arm that gave him his powers. Powers he used to kill, at Knives orders. Powers he used to torment knives brother Vash, whenever he got the chance. It was ironic actually, he thought, with a small smirk. That he should use the powers from this arm against the one whom it had come from. The one whom Knives had shot it off of.
Come to think of it, he hated Knives too. It was a dangerous thing to thing, given Knives inclination towards mercilessness. But that didn't make it any less true. It was strange that he had never realized this before. He stared at the ceiling, wondering why this was. He was for the most part, a logical man, who knew himself well. So why was it that this important fact escaped him? Was this the cause of his misery?
/But...it couldn't be! No! Knives saved me/ A part of his mind protested, pressing to erase the doubt from his mind. /He allows me to help with his glorious vision./ Wait. Wait just a god-damned minute. that sounds nothing like anything I would say. Legato thought, growing irate. He knew that humans were worthless garbage, infesting the Earth, that needed to be exterminated, but 'glorious vision'?
"I see now..." He murmured. He had figured out where the strange thoughts were coming from. Knives. Even in his healing sleep, Knives was pressing ideas into Legato's subconcious mind, where they later took form, disguised as his own thoughts. The idea of this mental invasion infuriated him. But it also...frightened him. "I have to leave." He decided, getting out of bed, moving to the closet. "I have to leave now."
He pulled his shirt on, deciding to leave the rather memorable white coat there. He would be less likely to be spotted in his dark shirt and pants. Taking one last glance around the sparsely decorated room to make sure he wasn't leaving anything important, he pulled on his boots and slipped out the door.
He made it about five feet down the hall, before he heard a voice behind him. "..well well well...where's my little spider skulking off too?" Legato felt his blood chill, as he turned, to look Million Knives in the eye.
It was the last thing he would ever see.