Author's Note: I apologize for how short this is, but I wanted to get feedback on the actual idea before continuing. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, I promise.

That Day as Well

by jadelitfireflies

 

Prologue

            The accident, when it happened, was terrible. The way the other car swung through the intersection seemed natural, almost predestined; the spray of glass was ethereal in its beauty until the car in which his parents were riding crumpled like a soda can and after flipping over twice or three times lay perfectly still.

            His seven-year-old eyes had not been unstained by the sight or smell of blood. He was a child of the syndicate, of violence - he knew what his father did and admired him, not because he could kill without thought or regret, but because people looked up to him for it. And while he was out, and Spike was left all alone in their clean, safe, one-roomed apartment, he found himself watching Bruce Lee movies, play-fighting any number of opponents. He compared the two, Bruce Lee and his father, and wanted both of their skills; he tried to train himself, cursing his at-first slow reflexes and watching his father all he could. He had become obsessed with it.

            So when it happened, and the sound of the crash brought him to the window, everything in his world became at once unbalanced. Peeking through the blinds, his eyes widened in horror. And he knew, without a doubt, his parents were dead.