Hello people! DHK here again with /another/ fic. This time its Trigun my first attempt. When I saw this series I fell in love with Legato. The guy is /my/ type in more was then one. But watching the series I kinda picked up a twisted perverted almost love obsession Legato had with Vash. (Especially when he licked Vash's old arm in "The Fifth Moon". Thus I started this story -_^ Please read and review and I apologize if the people are out of character a bit.

I don't know how he got there but somehow Vash the Stampede has managed to enter my very soul. I thought I had closed it off long ago when I went into /His/ service but Vash has broken down the locks and he doesn't even know. I've spent these last few years showing the 'foolish mortals' the pain of living. Now I know it first hand myself. The man I love hates me with a passion and it's all my own doing.

I close my eyes as a tear slides down my right cheek. I didn't know my body was capable of crying anymore. Something he's done to me. In studying him I've discovered he changes the lives of everyone he meets. Not surprising being the superior being that he is. What allowed me too think that I would be any different?

I look at my arm /his arm/ the closest I'll ever be to the perfection that he is. Laying myself down in bed I move the arm down to my member. I close my eyes and I can almost see him. Imagine that the arm is still a part of him and he is doing such wonderful things to my body. I increase the rhythm and moan his name I can't contain it. Not here not now. Faster and faster my-no-his hand goes. I gasp out his name as I release my seed onto myself. I the bliss has passed and reality sets back in. Vash is not here with me.

I lay like this not bothering to move to clean myself. I wonder if he is still a virgin beauty. If those damn girls that follow him have been graced by knowing him. Damn I even envy Wolfwood. He has been in the gods presences. Yes Vash is a god, my god, my damnation, and my salvation all in one.

- -

"Master let me handle Vash the Stampede" said a man hidden in shadows.

Legato was about to consent when a thought entered his mind.

"No I think I will handle him myself this time. /Alone/" Legato rose and placed his plate back carefully upon the table.

- -

Vash the Stampede sat silently on a bench in Augusta, now a ghost town thanks to him. Legato had made it clear that this is where he would be. Though he had figure the man would have displayed his intentions a bit differently he was glad that no one had died this time. The man delivering Legato's message had simply fallen unconscious once it had been delivered.

Vash stood fully rested. "Legato where are you? I got your message and now I'm here."

The man in the white coat stepped out from a corner as Vash's hand went to his gun.

"No need for that. I'm not here to fight. Just to talk." Said Legato's calm silky voice. Vash dropped some tension out of his body but his hand stayed in place.

"Go on."

"I want out. I don't want to do this anymore. I'm tired of working for Knives. I want to work with you." Said Legato.

Vash's eyes widened. "Knives? He's behind all this?"

"Yes I'm afraid so. Several years ago I fell into his service. I was given one instruction. To have you live in pain and suffering for all eternity. Knives went so far as to order me to attach your arm were mine once was." Said Legato raising said arm.

Vash stared. Legato continued.

"I think by playing the role I did I could accomplish my goal for Knives and forget myself but I can't. I've done some horrible things epically to you but I would like to make up for them."

Vash lowered his hand from his gun. He had a lot to think about.