Katsuko- 'alo peeps, here is the fanfic I did a long time ago, it's been revised and more chapters have been added, hope you guys like it and let me know what you guys think!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Cowboy Bebop or their characters
Original characters and plot thought of by Me =]
I hope this new format will be easier guys to read and understand. =]
In Time
Chapter 1- Pulling the trigger
By Katsuko
It wasn't a day for mourning but it sure as hell felt like it, the dread he felt stepping out on to the open world was just fair warning. But, no one will notice him; he was just another bystander to the busy people of Mars. But he knew better and someone did notice. One person did pay close attention to his every move. Although Spike knew he was being watched he kept his cool, but regret, anger and dread founds its creeping claws up his spine. They were enemies now, until death does them apart. But even in death he knew they will torture each other to no ends. Both to busy in their own pain, anger, past and love. Yes love, because at one point they were the best of friends, blood brothers, if one jumps so does the other, with out a question and with out a doubt and loyal to the end, right? Well at least it started out that way for Spike. Now the winds howled and screeched and told him to fly away but the tears the gods were shedding told him otherwise, so he kept still. He couldn't leave now, not with out seeing her, not with out taking his angel away and live a life of bliss and without him, without….Vicious.
He took out a cigarette as he cautiously made his way to the cemetery. He will meet his angel and they will fly, fly away to their haven. His walk, though cool and collected as he always seemed to be, was nothing but a mask, for his heart and his mind were on a frantic roller coaster turning left, right, up, down, upside down, here and there, forward and back as his stomach clenched and unclenched. What was wrong? He had no problem letting her know he loved her. He would be a fool if he didn't. But it was because he loved her, he felt fear. Fear he would not be able to see his angel, fear; he wouldn't be enough to protect her and fear that she will pick Vicious instead of him. So then, why is she willing to risk her life to meet him? There couldn't be any other reason why? Just the fact that she loves him, she will love him for eternity.
Reaching the gray cemetery; the trees were shedding its leaves. The stones cried for the dead and the dead flowers planted for them washed away as their memory fades down the drain. It was a day of mourning after all, the winds picked up and the tear drops were as sharp as thin glass; the clouds turned dark shades of death and blood. Not even the dead were at peace. He could feel them choking him with their skeleton hands, breathing down chills of death. And there he sees her, standing just as beautiful and just as bright. The Deadly Angel Julia; A woman any girl would be jealous of, a woman who loved two men; a woman confused, scared and brave. He stared at her crystallized blue eyes and he saw nothing but love. Not a quiver of worry.
At least, that's what he wanted to see; though her eyes shined like crystals it was only because of the unshed tears. Her eyes did not shift, not from her target at least. He grins.
'So much for wishful thinking'
he thought.
But he stared long and hard at her.
'Will she really shoot me?'
No words were exchanged, not yet. What is she to do? She can kill the man who loves her dearly and be free, free from Vicious and free from death or if she runs away with him……. She would look over her shoulder constantly, living in fear of Vicious finding them, having to run again. NO. She couldn't have that. She was tired and she wanted out just as bad as Spike.
She steadily aims her gun.
"Are you going to shoot me, Julia?"
she dared not speak, she couldn't not with her throat shut by guilt, but she steadied her aim instead. 'Don't look at him, just pull the trigger that's all you have to do'
She told herself as she stared, she couldn't help herself, he had that power over her, hypnotized her with his brown eyes, typical brown eyes. There is nothing special about them, at least to anyone else. But it's what those eyes have seen that made them special. They've seen her naked in love, they've seen her heart, her soul and they've seen her hurt. Those brown eyes saw the good and the bad but mostly the good. Did Vicious see the same?
She would like to believe that at one point Vicious did love her. Not only because she was a very attractive woman but because he loved her soul. He loved to spend time with her, loved to show her off. He loved to treat her. She believed she was his escape from the cruel world he had no choice to live. She would like that to be true. Yes she would. But that was at one point. Now he loved her because he should, because he saw her first, he had her first, she was his territory, no one else's not even if you are Vicious' right hand man.
He took his time, calmed himself and stared. There is just no way she'd shoot him, she couldn't and she wouldn't. So why was he scared? Why was every nerve, every bone and every instinct telling him to run? He wanted to take a step back, but for once in his life he was scared. Not of dying, hell no, that was never a problem for him. But he was scared for the fact that the one person that brought life back into his very being was about to take it away.
"Should I-- draw my weapon?"
he asked her teasingly, grinning once again as he still keeps both his hands visible just enough to see him tracing his finger on his gun. She glared at him, her blue eyes burning from the tears she won't let fall and doing so only resulted in a headache. But she knew how she can solve the pain away. All she had to do was pull the trigger.
She squeezed just a little more
"Why do you love me?"
She was stalling and it was pitiful and she knew it. He took a closer look at her, though she seemed ready to shoot at anything that moved, her eyes, her eyes were talking for her. And he didn't like what they said, they told him she was sorry, she never meant to hurt him, nor Vicious and now we are all paying the price. Those blue eyes told him she did love him and now she can't, because in those blue eyes he saw nothing but death chasing after her. And that made him angry. He saw the love she had for Vicious and he saw the love she had for him. Which one was stronger he did not know, he couldn't tell.
"So, what are you waiting for?"
he kept his stance.
Her aim quivered, just for a second.
"Don't…Don't tempt me"
She blinked and one lone tear fell. He lifts a questioning eyebrow
"Aren't you here to kill me? To go back, TO HIM!"
He spat the last sentence with so much hate she flinched.
"No"
she simply said.
"I'm not going back to anyone, I'm leaving Spike and its best you do the same and never see each other again. And if you do see me…"
she stopped for her voice was wavering
"Pretend you never knew me, just think of it all as a dream, I don't exist! TO YOU OR HIM!"
She cried and pulled the trigger, in slow motion she saw the hammer of the gun pull back and shot forward as its hot metal bullet came out of the barrel and straight to its target. Beyond that she saw his face, surprised, scared and angry. She saw him fall to the floor.
She wanted to run to him, hug him, apologize, kiss him and heal him. But now this was her chance, to turn tail and run. This was her moment of freedom. Now with Spike dead, she's free. She turns and runs she ran until she couldn't run anymore and forget. Forget the love they once shared, forget the woman she once was and forget this world ever existed. And that's exactly what she did.
Spike remembered, he will always remember, how couldn't he? They were supposed to run away together and be free, but fate loved to play jokes with him and he remembers, because that day, at the cemetery, he did not die. Fate had something else in mind.
