Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Sympathy for the Devil ❯ Chapter 2
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By: OtakuAngelD 
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Post-apocalyptic / Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 317 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Post-apocalyptic / Supernatural | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 317 | Status: Completed
what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze thy fire?
------- Blake
Knives awoke to the sounds of footsteps. The twin suns blazed over his head. He felt the dry, grainy sand beneath him. He tried not to feel panicked as he sat up. Sand fell from his short hair. He looked to where the sounds had come from, and tried to remember hwo he had arrived back in the desert. The alst thing he could remember was a city and golden eyes. The eyes of a caged animal.
“You’re finally up.” It was a statement of fact, made colder by the monotone it had been spoken in.
Knives blinked, his breath catching. He hadn’t really gotten a good look at the human who had saved him. It had been too dark. And, thought it was reluctant, Knives did admit that he had been too frightened to take a very close look. The boy it seemed, was not a boy at all. He was possibly eighteen, if Knives knew how to age a human. He also stood as tall as Knives did. The white coat hid most of his form, but the Plant could tell his rescuer was quite fit under all that white. His eyes went immediately from coat to face. There, he encountered the same pair of golden eyes. One one was now hidden behind a fall fo almost electric blue hair.
Legato let the man stare. He knew that Knives couldn’t help it. Running a hand though his strangely colored locks, he glaired dolefully at Knives. ~That’s right, pretty man. Have yourself a good long stare at the freak. The first show is free.~ he had not expected Knives to hear it. To Legato Bluesummers, this guy was human. Just as human as he was. And he knew of no human who could hear his thoughts unless he deemed it so. That’s why it came as such a sock then Knives answered.
“Pretty?” Then the man was up and Legato was realing back from a punch that he never say coming. Shock flaired in golden eyes. Why hadn’t he seen ti coming. Normally, he could hear the mind tellgin the body to hit. There was a very hard look to Knives’ face. “Don’t ever compare me to you, human. You and your kind disgust me.” The Plant turned to walk away.
He made it four steps before the pain started. A seearing pain, down to hisw very core. It invaded his bosy, forcing it’s way into his mind. As if the pain was trying to steal away his very soul. Legato only stood there smiling as the man stiffened. ~Attack me, will you?~ He laced the message with more pain.
Knives winced at the words inside his head and turned back. The smile on the teen’s face stole his breath away. For a brief second, he stood transfized. Awash in pain, Knives felt his heart quiken. The man before him was beautiful and terrifying. For that one moment in time, something terrible happened. He had completely forgotten about Vash.
Legato began to falter. By now, his victim should have been screaming in pain and trying to dig their own brains out of their heads while begging him for forgiveness. This man before him however seemed to ignore it all as a minor discomfort fo rthe most part. Instead, Legato got the feeling that the man was mentally undressing him. In fact, the blue haired man stopped his smiling. Vash…That name was familiar to him. Realiazation his Legato with the force of one of Knives’ punches. “How do you know Vash the Stampede?” he demanded.
Knives blinked. The pain had vanished. In it’s place was the feeling of searching fingers in his mind. He tried in vein to lock the boy out of his head. But he had to wonder at the same time, whatr was the boy looking for? How did he know Vash?
The searching fingers drew back. “I asked you first.” There was no mirth in legato’s voice. He had met the Humanoid Typhoon personally. He had known the spiky haired gunman was no mere human. But when he had seen this so called Superior Being for himself, his hoped had been shattered. Legato had hoped that Vash would help him destory all the vile humans on the planet. They were all worthless, in his opinion, himself included. But Vash had given him the slip, continuing his fool’s quest for Love and Peace.
Knowing he was no match for such a being, he had not persued Vash. If that man wouldn’t help him, he was going to kill them all himself. ~Vash the Stampede, you are a very foolish man.~
Legato didn’t even flinch when he felt the gun to his temple. Knives had done it again. Acting without his knowing of it. “You shall never speak of my brother that wasy again.”
Legato felt his knees sag. He knelt on the ground in a daze. “Brother?” It was Knives’ turn to smile. The young man’s shock was complete. He could tell. There was now fear in those golden eyes. Fear and perhaps respect. This boy recognized he was in the presence of a Superior Being.
Legato looked down. He had attacked one of the Master Race. Someone who could take his human body and rip it to shreads in a milisecond. He just had to wait for the blow. If he died right now, it would be all right. He had displeased a God. Yet the blow he expected never came. Instead a cool hand rested on his head. “Look at me.” Knives ordered.
He silently enjoyed the texture of the boy’s strange hair though another part of his was railing against that thought. There was a part that yelled and fought and believed that those feelings were only for vash. His perfect, beautiful brother, and not this lowly human. But the other side of Knives rationalized that this being couldn’t be precisely human. He knew no human could have done what this boy had done. And no human could look so devastatingly exotic. “You have a name, boy?”
Legato felt the hand in his hair. God was touching him. He was not worthy. He shouldn’t be allowed to even look upon this blond God. But he did, a look of determination in his golden eyes. “I’m legato. Legato Bluesummers.” then he looked down once more. It wasn’t right to look God in the face. That was sacrilidge.
Knives only smiled more. Legato., Slow and full of purpose. ~Come to think of it, it suits you.~ he had wanted Legato to hear that thought. It was obvious that this golden eyed boy wouldn’t be invading Knive’s thoughts again. It was a pity really. He would have loved to see Legato’s reaction to what he was thinking about.
Usually, he thought those kinds of things about Vash. But there was something about the blue ahired boy kneeling before him. Something that made him wonder if the submissiveness was an act. He knew that he could test it. “Million Knives.” he offered.
Legato felt a jolt. He knew God’s name. ~Knives-sama~ he thought, reverently, almost caressing the name. A name that meant the world to him, because this God was unlike Vash. He was similar in look, but that was it. This was no goofy gunman. This was no idiot chasing stupid ideals.
He felt Knive’s fingers under his chin and winced. Had he heard? That was a stupid thought. God heard everything. But Knives had not heard. Instead he was contemplating his next move. He was trying to decide what to do with this extra-ordinary being.
~Legato Bluesummers, I have man plans for you.~
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze thy fire?
------- Blake
Knives awoke to the sounds of footsteps. The twin suns blazed over his head. He felt the dry, grainy sand beneath him. He tried not to feel panicked as he sat up. Sand fell from his short hair. He looked to where the sounds had come from, and tried to remember hwo he had arrived back in the desert. The alst thing he could remember was a city and golden eyes. The eyes of a caged animal.
“You’re finally up.” It was a statement of fact, made colder by the monotone it had been spoken in.
Knives blinked, his breath catching. He hadn’t really gotten a good look at the human who had saved him. It had been too dark. And, thought it was reluctant, Knives did admit that he had been too frightened to take a very close look. The boy it seemed, was not a boy at all. He was possibly eighteen, if Knives knew how to age a human. He also stood as tall as Knives did. The white coat hid most of his form, but the Plant could tell his rescuer was quite fit under all that white. His eyes went immediately from coat to face. There, he encountered the same pair of golden eyes. One one was now hidden behind a fall fo almost electric blue hair.
Legato let the man stare. He knew that Knives couldn’t help it. Running a hand though his strangely colored locks, he glaired dolefully at Knives. ~That’s right, pretty man. Have yourself a good long stare at the freak. The first show is free.~ he had not expected Knives to hear it. To Legato Bluesummers, this guy was human. Just as human as he was. And he knew of no human who could hear his thoughts unless he deemed it so. That’s why it came as such a sock then Knives answered.
“Pretty?” Then the man was up and Legato was realing back from a punch that he never say coming. Shock flaired in golden eyes. Why hadn’t he seen ti coming. Normally, he could hear the mind tellgin the body to hit. There was a very hard look to Knives’ face. “Don’t ever compare me to you, human. You and your kind disgust me.” The Plant turned to walk away.
He made it four steps before the pain started. A seearing pain, down to hisw very core. It invaded his bosy, forcing it’s way into his mind. As if the pain was trying to steal away his very soul. Legato only stood there smiling as the man stiffened. ~Attack me, will you?~ He laced the message with more pain.
Knives winced at the words inside his head and turned back. The smile on the teen’s face stole his breath away. For a brief second, he stood transfized. Awash in pain, Knives felt his heart quiken. The man before him was beautiful and terrifying. For that one moment in time, something terrible happened. He had completely forgotten about Vash.
Legato began to falter. By now, his victim should have been screaming in pain and trying to dig their own brains out of their heads while begging him for forgiveness. This man before him however seemed to ignore it all as a minor discomfort fo rthe most part. Instead, Legato got the feeling that the man was mentally undressing him. In fact, the blue haired man stopped his smiling. Vash…That name was familiar to him. Realiazation his Legato with the force of one of Knives’ punches. “How do you know Vash the Stampede?” he demanded.
Knives blinked. The pain had vanished. In it’s place was the feeling of searching fingers in his mind. He tried in vein to lock the boy out of his head. But he had to wonder at the same time, whatr was the boy looking for? How did he know Vash?
The searching fingers drew back. “I asked you first.” There was no mirth in legato’s voice. He had met the Humanoid Typhoon personally. He had known the spiky haired gunman was no mere human. But when he had seen this so called Superior Being for himself, his hoped had been shattered. Legato had hoped that Vash would help him destory all the vile humans on the planet. They were all worthless, in his opinion, himself included. But Vash had given him the slip, continuing his fool’s quest for Love and Peace.
Knowing he was no match for such a being, he had not persued Vash. If that man wouldn’t help him, he was going to kill them all himself. ~Vash the Stampede, you are a very foolish man.~
Legato didn’t even flinch when he felt the gun to his temple. Knives had done it again. Acting without his knowing of it. “You shall never speak of my brother that wasy again.”
Legato felt his knees sag. He knelt on the ground in a daze. “Brother?” It was Knives’ turn to smile. The young man’s shock was complete. He could tell. There was now fear in those golden eyes. Fear and perhaps respect. This boy recognized he was in the presence of a Superior Being.
Legato looked down. He had attacked one of the Master Race. Someone who could take his human body and rip it to shreads in a milisecond. He just had to wait for the blow. If he died right now, it would be all right. He had displeased a God. Yet the blow he expected never came. Instead a cool hand rested on his head. “Look at me.” Knives ordered.
He silently enjoyed the texture of the boy’s strange hair though another part of his was railing against that thought. There was a part that yelled and fought and believed that those feelings were only for vash. His perfect, beautiful brother, and not this lowly human. But the other side of Knives rationalized that this being couldn’t be precisely human. He knew no human could have done what this boy had done. And no human could look so devastatingly exotic. “You have a name, boy?”
Legato felt the hand in his hair. God was touching him. He was not worthy. He shouldn’t be allowed to even look upon this blond God. But he did, a look of determination in his golden eyes. “I’m legato. Legato Bluesummers.” then he looked down once more. It wasn’t right to look God in the face. That was sacrilidge.
Knives only smiled more. Legato., Slow and full of purpose. ~Come to think of it, it suits you.~ he had wanted Legato to hear that thought. It was obvious that this golden eyed boy wouldn’t be invading Knive’s thoughts again. It was a pity really. He would have loved to see Legato’s reaction to what he was thinking about.
Usually, he thought those kinds of things about Vash. But there was something about the blue ahired boy kneeling before him. Something that made him wonder if the submissiveness was an act. He knew that he could test it. “Million Knives.” he offered.
Legato felt a jolt. He knew God’s name. ~Knives-sama~ he thought, reverently, almost caressing the name. A name that meant the world to him, because this God was unlike Vash. He was similar in look, but that was it. This was no goofy gunman. This was no idiot chasing stupid ideals.
He felt Knive’s fingers under his chin and winced. Had he heard? That was a stupid thought. God heard everything. But Knives had not heard. Instead he was contemplating his next move. He was trying to decide what to do with this extra-ordinary being.
~Legato Bluesummers, I have man plans for you.~