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Adult +
Chapters:
8
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2,485
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7
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I do not own Trigun, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
6
Hello everyone! I just rode my bike 7 miles in the rain so I’m not in that good of a mood. I’ll probably end up getting sick. I went to go sit on the swings ( for anyone who has been on the swings in the rain you know what I’m talking about ) and there was a pedophile sitting there…so no swings…so I’m mad. I’m going to take it out on Vash…and Wolfwood…and perhaps Yumeyu…^^
Warnings: I do not own the Trigun cast but Netamu and Yumeyu are my creations so no stealing!
Chapter 6:
Anyone who has been raped knows how much you try to ignore the thoughts before. Your warnings to yourself, the ones you want to forget.
Vash tried to forget the warnings. ‘That look…’ He shivered as he reached for a towel. Moments later, he found himself reliving the scene with Legato that night. The mans cold voice echoed through the catacombs of Vashes mind. “You might want to keep your light on tonight.”
He sighed and wrapped the thin hotel towel around his slender waist. The entire bathroom had filled with a fog that had condensed on the mirror. Vash leaned against the sink and ran his hand from one corner of the mirror to the other, clearing a space so he could look at himself. Blue met blue as he stared into his pale reflection. Huld uld barely recognize the man staring back at him, with his sunke eye eyes, white skin, and thinning face.
Vash leaned forward, letting his chest hover inches from the mirror. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked closely at his face, and the small red spots that began to flourish along his face. “I’m breaking out.” He leaned his face over the sink and let his mouth hang open. A small line of spittle slowly formed as the nausea washed over Vash till he was forced to lean back against the wall. By slowly letting his knees bend, he was able to slide down the wall and sit on the floor.
Slowly, Vash found that he was unable to stand as dizziness and nausea disabled him. As the minutes passed, Vash noticed a trail of blood leaking from his nose. The strain from his nervousness had led to Vash slowly slipping into a state of unconsciousness.
“Wolfwood…” Vash muttered as he slowly fell onto the floor. His blonde hair hit the floor with a quiet thus as Vash fully lost what little consciousness he had left.
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Yumeyu sighed and moved a stray hair out of her face as she looked at herself in the mirror. Scars showed their ugly faces as her shirt slipped lower down her arm. For the third time, she pulled the misbehaving sleeve back to its place. Goosebumps had already covered her arms as another chill ran up her back. While turning to check her window, she found herself face-to-face with Wolfwood.
“.. What are you doing?” She asked the man with a cocky grim on his face.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Wolfwood half-closed one eye and stared wildly at her with the other. (Just picture it, mad funny.)
The priest stood, leaning in the bathroom doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, and holster empty. After noticing the gun-less holster, Yumeyu found she had to make a comment. “It’s my room. And are you sure you’re so smart as to come without protection?” She motioned her hand toward the bare leather.
“I didn’t want to come to you armed.” He blinked, letting his eyes return to their normal position.
She leaned back against the sink as she touched her own pistol with her cold fingertips. Auburn bangs covered her eyes as the black sleeves sagged again, showing her scars. (try and picture it. Think *sexy pose* ) “Think it would intimidate me?” She smiled lightly and straightened her back out. “Tell me, where is your dear Vash?”
Wolfwood raised an eyebrow at the word dear. “What are you talking about?”
She gave a soft, feminine chuckle. “You’ve never seen the way he stares at you with those beautiful baby blues?” She pushed away from the sink and placed her hands on her hips. “You really are just another dumb ass.”
Wolfwood furrowed his eyebrows as the girl let out a loud laugh. “Are you high?”
“Off life, my dear priest!” She retrieved her weapon from her holster and kissed the polished barrel of the 45 before pointing it towards the man in black.
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( I’m putting up a warning now! Rape! Continue reading from the next ~~ line. )
Vashes blue eyes fluttered open as he came to, in the spot where had had passed out. Pushing himself up, Vash noticed that his window had been closed. He narrowed his eyes as he pushed himself up onto his feet.
“Who.. Who’s there?” He sidestepped to lean against the wall as dizziness overwhelmed his senses. “Who…” His eyes widened as he noticed a sandy boot print by his bed.
“Guess.” Came the velvet whisper, the owner hidden by a wall.
Vashes lower lip trembled has he placed the voice with a face. “Legato, what are you doing here?!”
Legato stepped out in front of Vash, his body free from his trench coat.
Vashes eyes quickly gave him a once-over. He was dressed in a simple, white Victorian shirt with short, flowing sleeves and a deep chest line and black dress pants, stained with blood.
“Why Vash, you happy to see me that much.” Legato smiled and stretched out his arm above his head and leaned against the doorway, his eyes taking their time to look Vash over.
Vash narrowed his eyes as he slowly realized that Legato was staring hungrily at the loose towel around his waist. He backed against the shower door and clasped the knot he made on the towel with a firm hand. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to deliver a message from my Master.” He stepped forwards three paces, cornering Vash, who was desperately trying to cover himself. One of Legato’s hands came up gently against Vashes cheek. He gently rubbed his thumb against the soft skin of the paling man before him. “An important message.”
Vashes mouth opened to call out against the touch before Legato pushed forward and invaded his mouth with his own tongue. Vash found the once gentle hand pulling at his hair.
By twisting his arm around Vashes back, Legato pushed Vash to his knees.
Vash gasped as Legato finally pulled back for a breath of air. “What the hell are you doing?!” He screamed, his eyes wide with fear.
Legato pulled him back till his calves touched the bed. He twirled and shoved Vash onto the creaky bed, his motions pulling the towel from his body. Vash quickly scrambled away from Legato, his hands covering his manhood.
Legato dropped his shoulders, letting the thin shirt fall down his arms and land on the floor around his feet. He stepped out of it and kneeled on the bed.
“Vash, you look frightened.” He spoke with a gentle, evil whisper.
“Get away from me!” Vash screamed as Legato moved closer to him. He raised his arm and attempted to transform it, but found that Legato had already taken control. His arm changed purple and began to shake as Legato’s hands began to reach towards him.
“Don’t even bother trying.” With that, Legato lounged towards Vash, his hands instantly going for the mans wrists. By pushing Vashes hands onto the pillows above his head, Legato gained full control over him.
The writhing blonde whimpered as Legato licked along his collarbone, his legs fighting against Legato’s, who were pushing them apart.
Legato leaned back against his knees so he was kneeling between Vashes legs. His arms pulled Vashes hands and pushed one of them onto the bed beside him. The other hand Legato guided towards the zipper of his pants. Moments later he was forcing Vashes fingers around the actual zip and to pull it down. Vash did as he was forced, his own hand opening up a new chapter of his life. Seconds later, he remembered what Legato had said.
“A message from my Master.” ‘Knives ordered him to do this?!’
“Yes.” Legato whispered as an answer to Vash. He released Vashes hands and pushed his back down against the bed. “He did. He told me to break you the best way I knew how. Just be happy, it was either you, or Mister Nicholas D. Wolfwood.”
Vash screamed up at him. “Stay away from-”
Legato covered Vashes mouth with his own, silencing and kissing him. His hands wandered down to the loose pants that hung around his hips. With a quick push he was able to let the black fabric fall off his legs and onto the floor.
Vash whimpered into the others mouth as he felt the flesh on flesh. Soon he felt Legato grind full against him, their bare groins massaging each other as their tongues fought for dominance within the forced kiss.
By pulling away from the kiss, Legato gave himself a chance to look Vash in the eye. The blonde lay quivering beneath him. His hands were fisted over his chest and his eyes stared pitifully up at Legato. Legato lifted one of his hands to Vashes face and ran his knuckles over the clammy flesh. He made sure Vashes eyes had seen the hand before he pressed it between their bodies and around his growing erection.
Vash squirmed as he felt movement between his legs. Soon the feeling of heat had pressed against his virgin entrance. “L-legato please…” Came the pleading words of fear from Vash as the pressure grew into pain.
Legato gave Vash a half smile and covered the blondes mouth before he thrust forward and down.
A scream of pain tore its way out of Vashes throat and against the hand that silenced him. The moan that escaped from Legato’s lips didn’t reach Vashes ringing ears as his attention stayed on the burning pain within his bowels.
It took Legato a minute to get his bearings before he began to pull out of Vash and slam himself back in. Blood began to lubricate the tortured rape as Legato continually forced himself into Vash. The minutes went by like hours to Vash as Legato invaded him. Soon Legato reached his orgasm and released violently into Vash, searing the others insides.
Vash lay limp beneath him, tears staining his cheeks as his blood did the same to the white sheets beneath him. He barely noticed when Legato stood and pulled his pants on.
“Just be glad it wasn’t Wolfwood.” Legato whispered to the blonde as he pulled the white shirt over his head and walked nonchalantly out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
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( Okay, it’s safe. )
Wolfwood looked at Yumeyu with a raised eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Let’s go ask Vash then, I’m sure he’ll be able to explain it.” Yumeyu offered as she re-holstered her 45 and threw her trench coat on.
Wolfwood suspiciously followed her out of the room and up the flight of stairs to Vashes room.
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Well that’s all! I hope you guys liked this chapter. From here the chapters will be longer and more interesting than before. ( It’s the turning point of the story. )
And yes, I did get sick from riding my bike. I had a fever for a few days there and I got sick a few times too. ^^ Now I just have a cold. *blah*
Chironue
Warnings: I do not own the Trigun cast but Netamu and Yumeyu are my creations so no stealing!
Chapter 6:
Anyone who has been raped knows how much you try to ignore the thoughts before. Your warnings to yourself, the ones you want to forget.
Vash tried to forget the warnings. ‘That look…’ He shivered as he reached for a towel. Moments later, he found himself reliving the scene with Legato that night. The mans cold voice echoed through the catacombs of Vashes mind. “You might want to keep your light on tonight.”
He sighed and wrapped the thin hotel towel around his slender waist. The entire bathroom had filled with a fog that had condensed on the mirror. Vash leaned against the sink and ran his hand from one corner of the mirror to the other, clearing a space so he could look at himself. Blue met blue as he stared into his pale reflection. Huld uld barely recognize the man staring back at him, with his sunke eye eyes, white skin, and thinning face.
Vash leaned forward, letting his chest hover inches from the mirror. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked closely at his face, and the small red spots that began to flourish along his face. “I’m breaking out.” He leaned his face over the sink and let his mouth hang open. A small line of spittle slowly formed as the nausea washed over Vash till he was forced to lean back against the wall. By slowly letting his knees bend, he was able to slide down the wall and sit on the floor.
Slowly, Vash found that he was unable to stand as dizziness and nausea disabled him. As the minutes passed, Vash noticed a trail of blood leaking from his nose. The strain from his nervousness had led to Vash slowly slipping into a state of unconsciousness.
“Wolfwood…” Vash muttered as he slowly fell onto the floor. His blonde hair hit the floor with a quiet thus as Vash fully lost what little consciousness he had left.
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Yumeyu sighed and moved a stray hair out of her face as she looked at herself in the mirror. Scars showed their ugly faces as her shirt slipped lower down her arm. For the third time, she pulled the misbehaving sleeve back to its place. Goosebumps had already covered her arms as another chill ran up her back. While turning to check her window, she found herself face-to-face with Wolfwood.
“.. What are you doing?” She asked the man with a cocky grim on his face.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Wolfwood half-closed one eye and stared wildly at her with the other. (Just picture it, mad funny.)
The priest stood, leaning in the bathroom doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, and holster empty. After noticing the gun-less holster, Yumeyu found she had to make a comment. “It’s my room. And are you sure you’re so smart as to come without protection?” She motioned her hand toward the bare leather.
“I didn’t want to come to you armed.” He blinked, letting his eyes return to their normal position.
She leaned back against the sink as she touched her own pistol with her cold fingertips. Auburn bangs covered her eyes as the black sleeves sagged again, showing her scars. (try and picture it. Think *sexy pose* ) “Think it would intimidate me?” She smiled lightly and straightened her back out. “Tell me, where is your dear Vash?”
Wolfwood raised an eyebrow at the word dear. “What are you talking about?”
She gave a soft, feminine chuckle. “You’ve never seen the way he stares at you with those beautiful baby blues?” She pushed away from the sink and placed her hands on her hips. “You really are just another dumb ass.”
Wolfwood furrowed his eyebrows as the girl let out a loud laugh. “Are you high?”
“Off life, my dear priest!” She retrieved her weapon from her holster and kissed the polished barrel of the 45 before pointing it towards the man in black.
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( I’m putting up a warning now! Rape! Continue reading from the next ~~ line. )
Vashes blue eyes fluttered open as he came to, in the spot where had had passed out. Pushing himself up, Vash noticed that his window had been closed. He narrowed his eyes as he pushed himself up onto his feet.
“Who.. Who’s there?” He sidestepped to lean against the wall as dizziness overwhelmed his senses. “Who…” His eyes widened as he noticed a sandy boot print by his bed.
“Guess.” Came the velvet whisper, the owner hidden by a wall.
Vashes lower lip trembled has he placed the voice with a face. “Legato, what are you doing here?!”
Legato stepped out in front of Vash, his body free from his trench coat.
Vashes eyes quickly gave him a once-over. He was dressed in a simple, white Victorian shirt with short, flowing sleeves and a deep chest line and black dress pants, stained with blood.
“Why Vash, you happy to see me that much.” Legato smiled and stretched out his arm above his head and leaned against the doorway, his eyes taking their time to look Vash over.
Vash narrowed his eyes as he slowly realized that Legato was staring hungrily at the loose towel around his waist. He backed against the shower door and clasped the knot he made on the towel with a firm hand. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to deliver a message from my Master.” He stepped forwards three paces, cornering Vash, who was desperately trying to cover himself. One of Legato’s hands came up gently against Vashes cheek. He gently rubbed his thumb against the soft skin of the paling man before him. “An important message.”
Vashes mouth opened to call out against the touch before Legato pushed forward and invaded his mouth with his own tongue. Vash found the once gentle hand pulling at his hair.
By twisting his arm around Vashes back, Legato pushed Vash to his knees.
Vash gasped as Legato finally pulled back for a breath of air. “What the hell are you doing?!” He screamed, his eyes wide with fear.
Legato pulled him back till his calves touched the bed. He twirled and shoved Vash onto the creaky bed, his motions pulling the towel from his body. Vash quickly scrambled away from Legato, his hands covering his manhood.
Legato dropped his shoulders, letting the thin shirt fall down his arms and land on the floor around his feet. He stepped out of it and kneeled on the bed.
“Vash, you look frightened.” He spoke with a gentle, evil whisper.
“Get away from me!” Vash screamed as Legato moved closer to him. He raised his arm and attempted to transform it, but found that Legato had already taken control. His arm changed purple and began to shake as Legato’s hands began to reach towards him.
“Don’t even bother trying.” With that, Legato lounged towards Vash, his hands instantly going for the mans wrists. By pushing Vashes hands onto the pillows above his head, Legato gained full control over him.
The writhing blonde whimpered as Legato licked along his collarbone, his legs fighting against Legato’s, who were pushing them apart.
Legato leaned back against his knees so he was kneeling between Vashes legs. His arms pulled Vashes hands and pushed one of them onto the bed beside him. The other hand Legato guided towards the zipper of his pants. Moments later he was forcing Vashes fingers around the actual zip and to pull it down. Vash did as he was forced, his own hand opening up a new chapter of his life. Seconds later, he remembered what Legato had said.
“A message from my Master.” ‘Knives ordered him to do this?!’
“Yes.” Legato whispered as an answer to Vash. He released Vashes hands and pushed his back down against the bed. “He did. He told me to break you the best way I knew how. Just be happy, it was either you, or Mister Nicholas D. Wolfwood.”
Vash screamed up at him. “Stay away from-”
Legato covered Vashes mouth with his own, silencing and kissing him. His hands wandered down to the loose pants that hung around his hips. With a quick push he was able to let the black fabric fall off his legs and onto the floor.
Vash whimpered into the others mouth as he felt the flesh on flesh. Soon he felt Legato grind full against him, their bare groins massaging each other as their tongues fought for dominance within the forced kiss.
By pulling away from the kiss, Legato gave himself a chance to look Vash in the eye. The blonde lay quivering beneath him. His hands were fisted over his chest and his eyes stared pitifully up at Legato. Legato lifted one of his hands to Vashes face and ran his knuckles over the clammy flesh. He made sure Vashes eyes had seen the hand before he pressed it between their bodies and around his growing erection.
Vash squirmed as he felt movement between his legs. Soon the feeling of heat had pressed against his virgin entrance. “L-legato please…” Came the pleading words of fear from Vash as the pressure grew into pain.
Legato gave Vash a half smile and covered the blondes mouth before he thrust forward and down.
A scream of pain tore its way out of Vashes throat and against the hand that silenced him. The moan that escaped from Legato’s lips didn’t reach Vashes ringing ears as his attention stayed on the burning pain within his bowels.
It took Legato a minute to get his bearings before he began to pull out of Vash and slam himself back in. Blood began to lubricate the tortured rape as Legato continually forced himself into Vash. The minutes went by like hours to Vash as Legato invaded him. Soon Legato reached his orgasm and released violently into Vash, searing the others insides.
Vash lay limp beneath him, tears staining his cheeks as his blood did the same to the white sheets beneath him. He barely noticed when Legato stood and pulled his pants on.
“Just be glad it wasn’t Wolfwood.” Legato whispered to the blonde as he pulled the white shirt over his head and walked nonchalantly out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
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( Okay, it’s safe. )
Wolfwood looked at Yumeyu with a raised eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Let’s go ask Vash then, I’m sure he’ll be able to explain it.” Yumeyu offered as she re-holstered her 45 and threw her trench coat on.
Wolfwood suspiciously followed her out of the room and up the flight of stairs to Vashes room.
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Well that’s all! I hope you guys liked this chapter. From here the chapters will be longer and more interesting than before. ( It’s the turning point of the story. )
And yes, I did get sick from riding my bike. I had a fever for a few days there and I got sick a few times too. ^^ Now I just have a cold. *blah*
Chironue