Jazz Tune One
Author's note: Hello, this is my first Cowboy Bebop fanfiction. Woot! This is dedicated to my friend Mischa Kitsune (aka: Fueisu). Why this is going to be in tunes is because I liked how in the series they based it off of Jazz Sessions so this is Jazz Tunes. Not too many Jazz tunes at first this was going to be a one shot but I think it would work better as a little bit of a chapter story. Well, enough babbling from me. Onward, with the story!
DISCLAIMER: We all know the drill. I own nothing in this fiction; I make no money off of it. Don't sue me because you might not get very much out of me. This is just for pure enjoyment.
It was a dark, dreary, and suspiciously quiet night. One lonely soul walked down the empty street. His long white hair covered his eyes, and he loosely held his sword in his hand. His cat like eyes always gave the impression something evil would soon happen, he just had to find his prey. Suddenly, someone entered his view.
"Vicious," the newcomer said with hatred filled voice.
"Well, if it isn't Spike Spiegel. Still alive, I see," Vicious said, calmly and evenly.
"What are you doing here, Vicious?" Spike asked, glaring at him.
"Funny. I could ask you the same thing," he replied, chuckling a little.
Spike continued glaring at him a waiting his explanation. 'He must be up to something, that or he is delaying for some reason,' Spike thought, clutching his gun in his hand.
Dun dun dun ..
Meanwhile, on the Bebop, Jet sat on the little couch waiting for Spike to call in.
"I don't know why I do this constantly for him. He runs off, I stay up by the communicator all night. You'd think people would have some consideration and call in," Jet said sitting by the communicator.
Dun dun dun ..
The two men glared at each other, neither of them moving, neither of them attempting an attack.
"You know what you remind me of? A dog, because a dog follows its master and does as he says. And when the master is gone for a while and comes back guess who meets him at the door? The dog," Vicious said with an evil smile on his face.
"Only one problem, Vicious. That dog isn't out to kill you," Spike said charging at him.
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Around two in the morning Spike came hobbling down the hall of the Bebop. Jet was still sitting in the living room by the communicator when he heard the scuffle of feet coming down the hall.
"Looks like he's back," Jet muttered to himself before he heard the door open. "You know you could have left a note, anything to let people know where you are going," Jet scolded him, like always.
Spike pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and muttered, "For someone who says he doesn't care what happens to anyone, you sure do yell a lot." He took a lighter out of his pocket to light the tobacco stick.
"That isn't the point, Spike," Jet shot back.
"Oh, yeah? What is the point, Jet?" Spike asked, nearly dropping the cigarette out of his mouth.
Both just looked at each other for the longest moment, before they both turned and went their separate ways. Spike didn't go too far, just to the couch, and Jet went to his bonsai room. Spike threw himself onto the couch, staring at the ceiling while Jet put his gloves on and grabbed his bonsai clippers.
Author Notes: Yay! Tune One done! How do all you out there like it so far? Please, leave a review it is very muchly appreciated. Write again later! Enjoy!