Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy for the Devil ❯ Chapter 1

Sympathy for a Devil
Pairing: Knives/Legato
Summery: We’ve all seen this before. It’s the how Knives met Legato and their relationship fiction. Hopefully mine will be different.

Warnings: Yaoi, violence, spoilers

Disclaimers: I don’t own Trigun. That belongs to Yasuhiro Nightow . I don’t own the characters. I’m using both without permission. The poem, “The Tyger” is by William Blake and I do believe that is imminent domain

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Tyger, Tyger, burning bright,
In the forest of the night;
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry

--- Blake


Night was closing in fast, the only sliver of light coming from the horizon. The waning light of the twin suns lit the path for the traveler. He often looked at the suns and thought of his wayward brother. Yes, Vash and himself were like those suns. They would burn the pathetic humans from this parched land. But he had to find Vash first. The last time Knives had seen his brother, Vash had shot him in the leg. It still hurt. Though the physical pain was gone, the emotional pain remained. The small town before knives looked promising. Vash liked the humans. This town was teaming with that vermin. Vash could be around the next corner for all he knew.

Knives turned that corner. His spiky haired brother did not greet him. Instead of Vash, Million Knives, superior being, found Trouble. Trouble manifested himself as big and ugly. He had brought with him Misfortune and Pain. Both of them were even bigger and uglier. Now, Knives knew those words were not what the humans really named themselves, but he did not care. Soon, all of them would be destroyed, so proper names mattered little.

Finding the coldest, most psychotic voice he could, Knives spoke. “Get out of my way, human.” He seemed to talk to the man like he was addressing a roach.

The three just laughed at the weak threat. They had fresh meat now. They did not see an evil, homicidal, highly destructive Plant. All they saw was a tall, slender young man with soft blond hair and blue eyes. They saw a change to get laid. No words were needed, so none were spoken as they advanced upon Knives. He attempted to pull his gun, but he was too slow. They bridged the gap quickly. One struck his wrist, knocking his black firearm from numbed fingers.

Knives was not going to go down without a fight. He was the Master Race. The positions should have been different. For the first time, Knives was helpless to the whims of the spiders. He was helpless against those human he hated. Humans he now hated even more, for their hot mouths on his flesh and their hands on his body. Knives felt something rubbing against his backside.

~Vash!~ He called out silently for help.

Nothing at first. Then his brain seemed to implode, filled with a raging fire. The voice he heard though held none of that fire. The raw, unemotional tone of the voice almost made him shudder. “Get off him or I will remove you.”

The largest of the trio looked up from his squirming but yet unclaimed prize. “You and what army, Bluesummers?” Those seemed to be the man’s last words. Legato held no pity for these men. They had this coming for a long long time.

Under two heavy bodies, Knives could hear the screams of the first man. “No! Stop it! I’m going to kill you, Bluesummers!” Then there was just the sickening sound of bones cracking and flesh being torn from limbs. The screams died instantly/

Knives could feel the terror of the humans who pinned him. He could almost commiserate with them. In the back of his mind, the Plant wanted to run away from whatever was up there. Because he could not see, Knives’ imagination supplied an image for him. Only something big and bestial could make a body make sounds like that. Only a true monster could illicit sounds of horror from two grown men.

Knives felt the weight upon his frame reduce itself dramatically. Then men were running. He was almost surprised at how gracefully garbage could run. He was also surprised that he still wanted to join them. Anything to get away from the owner of that cold voice. But Million Knives would not run. He wasn’t like the humans. Instead, he sat up as dignifiedly as possible and faced his rescuer. Faced him and did a double take.

“Are you alright?” The teen in front of him asked.

It was all Knives could do not to shake his head in confusion. His blue eyes were still wide with shock. His brain was trying to assimilate the scene before it. There was the body on the ground. It seemed to have been turned inside out. But that didn’t bother him. A fitting end to a human. What did baffle him was the boy. His white coat had not a stain on it. Proof that the boy had never laid a hand upon the human. Knives wondered then, how was it possible?

Knives’ questions were going to have to wait though. The boy has crossed the distance between them. The blond man cursed silently. Yet another human was going to touch perfection. If the body in the ground was any indication, he was going to be powerless to stop it. Instead, the boy just stared at hi. There was a look of wonder in his wild golden eyes. Knives backed away slightly from the stare. Golden eyes? An impossibility. No human should have eyes like that. Eyes that smiled though a scowl tugged the boy’s mouth. The shock was all too much for Knives. What had almost happened to him. The fire he had felt in his head. Those sharp golden eyes. It all came crashing down in an instant. Knives, the perfect being, had fainted.

The boy shook his head. ~Poor guy. Must be in shock. Well, I don’t blame him.~ Legato sighed and dragged the unconscious body away.