~Author's Note, added 4-21-03 - I would like to apologize again to Hateful Angel Eyz (an author here at fanfiction.net), and she knows what this is for. I would also like to take this time to say a few things: a.) I know Spike's hair is green. I was going for a more realistic approach. I am also fully aware that maybe in the future green and purple and flaming orange may be real hair colors. b.) Many of you may be confused by the fic. I'm not sure what made this pop out of my mind, but I wrote it for a fanfiction contest at another site and posted it here because I happen to like it. Thanks so much, reviews are welcome!!~
~Author's Note, added 4-23-03 - I decided to make this a series. Go me. Watch for updates!!~
A young woman stood beside a building, looking up to its roof, watching a lone figure perched like a bird on the edge. Her blonde hair waved softly in the breeze, and she held it back with one hand while the other shaded her view from the bright sunset.
The sunset left the figure in shadow, and the only things she knew for sure were that he was tall and his hair was unusually silver. He seemed to scan the landscape, almost as if he was looking for someone or something.
"Julia...?" a man said quizzically, and his arm wrapped around her waist. "What's wrong?"
She looked to him, and smiled when his brown eyes met her blue ones.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" he asked, looking up and shading his own eyes, even though his brown afro seemed to do the work.
"I'm not sure..." she said, looking up to the figure again. "He seems strangely familiar... Does he seem so to you, Spike?"
He stared for a while, then shook his head. "Nah, not at all."
The woman shrugged, and began to walk off. "You comin'?" she asked over her shoulder.
His hand trailed off of her waist, and he continued watching the figure. A crow, high above the building, squawked suddenly, and in a flash of silver, the figure's head snapped down and two eyes, looking as if they were back lit by the sunset, stared down and caught the man's own eyes in a deep, vicious stare.
The man's eyes narrowed as the figure pointed the tip of a katana at him as if to say "I see you, sir, and I dare you to move, for if you do, I will hunt you down and kill you like the animal you are." The crow landed on the figure's shoulder, and the man turned his head slightly, never taking his eyes off the silent figure on top of the building.
"Yeah, Julia. I'm comin'."
He turned and shoved his hand into his pockets and positioned himself into his usual hunch, taking his place by the young woman as they kept walking.
She turned back once more, looking at the figure, who's position had not changed except for the direction he was facing, and his eyes glared at her, his katana glinting in the sunlight.
A momentary smile crossed her face. "Goodbye, Vicious..." she mumbled, before turning away from him and walked down the street.
The figure was left on top of the building. The fading sunset left him in shadow, and his glinting katana lowered in time with his eyelids as his mind ran around in circles about what he saw. His bird lifted off and called out once, and the young, silver-haired man called back to his pet.
~Author's Note, added 4-23-03 - I decided to make this a series. Go me. Watch for updates!!~
A young woman stood beside a building, looking up to its roof, watching a lone figure perched like a bird on the edge. Her blonde hair waved softly in the breeze, and she held it back with one hand while the other shaded her view from the bright sunset.
The sunset left the figure in shadow, and the only things she knew for sure were that he was tall and his hair was unusually silver. He seemed to scan the landscape, almost as if he was looking for someone or something.
"Julia...?" a man said quizzically, and his arm wrapped around her waist. "What's wrong?"
She looked to him, and smiled when his brown eyes met her blue ones.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" he asked, looking up and shading his own eyes, even though his brown afro seemed to do the work.
"I'm not sure..." she said, looking up to the figure again. "He seems strangely familiar... Does he seem so to you, Spike?"
He stared for a while, then shook his head. "Nah, not at all."
The woman shrugged, and began to walk off. "You comin'?" she asked over her shoulder.
His hand trailed off of her waist, and he continued watching the figure. A crow, high above the building, squawked suddenly, and in a flash of silver, the figure's head snapped down and two eyes, looking as if they were back lit by the sunset, stared down and caught the man's own eyes in a deep, vicious stare.
The man's eyes narrowed as the figure pointed the tip of a katana at him as if to say "I see you, sir, and I dare you to move, for if you do, I will hunt you down and kill you like the animal you are." The crow landed on the figure's shoulder, and the man turned his head slightly, never taking his eyes off the silent figure on top of the building.
"Yeah, Julia. I'm comin'."
He turned and shoved his hand into his pockets and positioned himself into his usual hunch, taking his place by the young woman as they kept walking.
She turned back once more, looking at the figure, who's position had not changed except for the direction he was facing, and his eyes glared at her, his katana glinting in the sunlight.
A momentary smile crossed her face. "Goodbye, Vicious..." she mumbled, before turning away from him and walked down the street.
The figure was left on top of the building. The fading sunset left him in shadow, and his glinting katana lowered in time with his eyelids as his mind ran around in circles about what he saw. His bird lifted off and called out once, and the young, silver-haired man called back to his pet.