Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ And So Shall Darkness Fall ❯ Bloodlines ( Chapter 6 )

Part Six-Bloodlines

Jenny-"Mmmm…Wolfwood"
Kelly-"Your Wolfwood obsession is getting old."
Jenny-"That will never happen!"
Kelly-"Remember Clef? Ring a bell? You liked him before Wolfwood."
Jenny-"Well…uh…umyeah."
Kelly-"Sight's got some secrets of her own, eh?"
Jenny-"Wha? I wasn't listening." ::drawing little hearts around a pic of our fav priest::
Kelly-"That's very sad. Sad and….sad."
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The bullet clipped Psych's hat.

"That was one of my best hats you jerk! What was that for?" Psych asked, still holding onto Sight's dead weight.

Wolfwood scrunched up his face. "Grrr, uhg get out of here," he said with an effort.

"What? Hey, you brought us here, ass. Besides, Sight needs help. Wait, wait! What're you doing now? Don't point that thing at me!" Psych shouted as Wolfwood aimed his gun at her again.

"Mr. Priest! What's going on? Meryl, Mr. Vash, something's wrong with Mr. Wolfwood!"

Vash and Meryl came out of the shack. Meryl ran up to Wolfwood and shook him. "What're you doing? I'm not going to let you kill them after we risked our lives to save them!"

"Uhng. It's...it's not...me. Something's making me do this. I don't want to hurt them," Wolfwood said, starting to sweat.

Vash's head shot up as he "felt" something. ~It's him~ he thought.

"Meryl, Milly, get these two out of here now!"

"But Vash," Meryl protested.

"Just do it! It's a matter of life and death!"

"If you say so!"

Just then, Sight moved and fell from Psych's shoulder.

"Great. Watch out, she's angry when she has a hangover," Psych said, backing up.

To her surprise, Sight leapt to her feet and aimed the lancer into the distance. Vash followed her aim.

"He's there. He's done this before, and now he's got Wolfwood. You and your friend should get out of here," Vash told Sight.

"No."

"Who in the hell are you talking about? Sight?" Psych asked, totally lost.

"His name's Legato Bluesummers," Vash explained.

Psych looked at Vash sharply. "Legato? I met him back in Inepril."

"You're lucky to be alive. Legato can control people with his thoughts. He's got Wolfwood right now," Vash said.

"You guys just gonna stand there, or are you gonna help me out? A man of the cloth only has so much faith, you know," Wolfwood said, still trying to fight Legato's control.

"Sight, can you see him?" Psych asked, looking at her friend.

"Yes. How much do you care, Psych?"

"Hm?" Psych asked, not understanding. "Oh. Oh my. He was controlling me back in Inepril. He shot you!"

"He's a dead man. Just give me the word," Sight said emotionlessly.

"No! You can't kill him! No one has to die!" Vash shouted.

"If I don't shoot him here, I may never get another chance. He's obviously got something against us."

Before Vash could stop her, Sight pulled the trigger.

"Did you get him?" Psych asked.

Wolfwood shook his head. "She must have. I don't feel like killing you anymore."

"That's wonderful. Sight?"

"I dunno. I'm pretty sure I hit him, but he dropped behind a sand dune. I don't think he's dead. Unfortunately." Sight turned around and pointed at Psych's feet. "Sorry about your boots."

Psych looked down. "Don't worry about it. I think I deserved it. Partners?" she asked and stuck out her hand.

"Partners," Sight agreed and shook it.

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"So Vash, why didn't you tell us about Legato sooner?" Meryl asked, snappishly.

"Vash? As in Vash the Stampede?" Psych asked.

"How'd you figure that out?" Vash whined.

"Gee I dunno. Maybe cuz you fit the description of him perfectly? It doesn't matter though. Anyways, you were going to tell us about Legato?"

"I didn't tell you because you didn't need to know," Vash said.

"Who is he, anyways?" Wolfwood asked, lighting a cigarette for himself and Psych.

"I'm not exactly sure. One day he just showed up. I think he's the leader of a band of outlaws called the Gung-ho Guns."

"He's not."

Everyone looked at Sight.

"You know him?" Vash asked.

"Sort of. He runs with the Gung-ho Guns, but he's not their leader. Someone else is, but I'm not sure who. Whoever it is hired Legato," Sight said.

"We've got a big problem if he's after us," Meryl said.

"He's not after you, he's after me," Vash said.

"For the reward?" Wolfwood asked. "Nah. Someone like him would have no trouble getting that kind of money. It's gotta be personal. So, what'd you do to him, Vash?"

"I didn't do anything!" Vash squeaked defensively. "Why does everything always have to be my fault?"

"Because it usually is," said Meryl.

Psych was looking at Sight, who seemed to be brooding. "Why would he have controlled me four months ago in Inepril? What did I do to him?"

"You threatened to kill him," Sight said.

"Well, yeah, but--HEY!! How do you know? You were drunk and playing 'pocket pool' with some guys!"

Sight looked uncomfortable. "Ummmm...I knew he was there."

"Whaddaya mean by that?" Psych demanded. "If you knew, why didn't you say anything? And why'd you shoot me if you knew he was controlling me?"

"Don't get loud. First of all, I didn't know at the time that you threatened him. Second of all, shooting you was the only way I could think of to break his spell over you. Third of all, get off my case!! You shot me first!"

"I get the feeling there's something else you're not telling me. How do you know him? And how do you know what he can do?"

Sight was quiet for a while and everyone was waiting anxiously for an answer.

"We kinda grew up together."

"WHAT!?" everyone exclaimed in unison.

"Poor Ms. Sight," said Milly sympathetically.

"How in the hell did you end up growing up with a psycho like that?" Meryl shouted.

"Well excuse me! I didn't realize I had a choice over who my brother could be," Sight snapped.

This time no one bothered to yell. They just sat there with their jaws on the floor.

"Look, it's not as bad as you think. He's only my half brother, and he might as well be a stranger for all the damn I give about him. I intend to send him to hell the first chance I get, and if you get in my way again, Vash the Stampede, you might be joining him."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't need to know, Psych. It's the same reason you didn't tell me about you being a sheriff. Anyways, our problem now is what to do about him. He might be after me too," Sight said.

"Well, I think we should split up. Give him two moving targets," Wolfwood said.

"No. I'm not running from him. He's got to be stopped," Vash said vehemently.

Sight nodded. "I agree. I think Vash and I should go after him alone."

"No way am I leaving you to deal with Legato alone!" Psych shouted. "Besides, you're going to need our help, right guys?" she asked the other three.

Vash shook his head. "No no no. I'm going after him alone. Without you," he said, looking at Sight.

"I think not. He's my brother; I should get first dibs on his head."

"You can't kill him."

"Oh yeah? Watch me."

"He'll control you and kill you."

"No he won't. We share more than just blood. I can do some things he can do. He's not going to control me. I can block him. Anyways, how about this. You can go talk to him or whatever you want to do. If he doesn't listen or if he gets violent, I get to shoot him."

"You're not killing anyone," Vash insisted.

Before Sight could respond, Wolfwood held up his hands. "Enough. I'm tired. Being controlled took a lot out of me. Why don't we all get some sleep and then we'll discuss whether to kill or not to kill Legato."

"Fine," Sight said, and promptly lay down on the floor and fell asleep.

"Liquor," Psych said, pointing her thumb at Sight. Milly smiled.

"Well, g'night everyone," Vash said and started to snore.

"Good night Mr. Vash," Milly said, "and Mr. Priest, and Meryl, and--"

"MILLY!! Go to sleep!" shouted Meryl.

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Sometime during the night, Psych awoke. She let her eyes adjust to the darkness before checking out her surroundings.

"Whew, almost forgot where I was for a sec." She looked over and saw that Sight was missing from her spot on the floor. Psych got up and went outside.

"Why're you out here?" she asked, sitting next to her friend.

"Couldn't sleep. You?"

"The same." The two were silent for a while before Sight spoke.

"I'm thinking about going back home. To Augusta."

"Why? There's nothing there for you. From what I hear, there's nothing there for anyone."

"Yeah, I know. But I wanna see if my house is still standing. There's something there that I would like to use. I was hoping that I'd never have to use it though."

Psych raised an eyebrow. "Care to let me in on your little secret? You seem to be keeping a lot of them lately."

"You have no idea," Sight muttered, taking off her sunglasses. "You've seen my multicolored eyes, right?" she asked.

"Oh yeah. They're kinda cool. I bet if you stopped wearing those sunglasses you'd scare a pile of people."

Sight chuckled. "Most likely. But I can do something much worse than taking off my sunglasses."

"Excuse me?" Psych asked as Sight put a hand up to her face. There was a slight suction noise.

"Give me your hand Psych," she said.

"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret this?" she asked, but held out her hand anyways. She looked down at the smooth marble-like object in her hand.

"Please tell me this is not what I think it is," she said.

"Maybe. What do you think it is?"

"Well, I'm hoping it's your lucky marble or something, but I think it's your eye."

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner! That's the blue eye. My eyes are naturally gold, like Legato's, but that one is how I aim at distant things. It's like binocular vision in one eye."

"That's creepy," Psych said, handing Sight's eye back to her and wiping her hand on her pants. "How'd you lose it in the first place?"

Sight popped her eye back in. "Well, I guess it'll come as no surprise to you that it's Legato's fault. We never got along as kids and we fought constantly. Not just sibling rivalry, but actual fighting. When we fought, it was with the intention of maiming or killing the other. Let's see, I think I was 16 or 17 when we got into a death match. By that time, we were both able to use guns, and we each had one of our own. It started as a fist fight, but it graduated to guns. We ended up shooting each other. I hit him in the left shoulder, and he missed. Then he jumped on me and stabbed my eye out with a hidden knife. We got split up after that."

"Wow," was all Psych could say.

"Yeah. I got to walk around like a damn pirate for a year or so while they made my eye. I had a patch for every day of the week."

Psych laughed. "Can I ask you about your powers?"

"I spose. For one thing, I'm nowhere near as strong as Legato and I know it. I can block him so he can't control me, and I might be able to shield a couple of people for a short time. I can sort of mind speak too, but only to people that can receive. Like Vash. I could talk to him if I wanted to. I've already tried talking to you, and it doesn't work. Sorry."

"That's a shame."

"Well, I suppose we should hit the sack," yawned Sight, stretching, "I better clean up this leg first though, it's killin' me."

"That's cuz it's all full of sand and shit, idiot," laughed Psych, getting up and heading back to the shack.