Thought's: As you might know, the way of the space bounty hunters turned into my ultimate favorite anime. Starting from the beautiful graphics to the enchanting music, Cowboy Bebop holds much more than a story...it holds a heart. I now present to you my new fanfic: The Cat and the Songbird.
Disclaimer: You guessed, I'm so filthy rich by being the owner of Cowboy Bebop that I just HAD to post stories here...note sarcasm. Also, the muzak is not mine.
Track 1. Old habits die hard
A warm breath escaped his lips while traveling among the crowd. Slumping, avoiding been seen as special was all he was going for. His steps took him the nearest place once he felt some footsteps coming his way. The door he passed through belonged to The Memorial Hotel on one of many streets in Jupiter.
He passed a hand through the puffed green hair of his, checked his raincoat covered his face and headed for the front desk.
"A room.."
"Certainly sir, and to what name?" The skinny middle aged man asked ready to take note.
"uh...Hunter...first name William"
"very well, here's your key"
"Thanks" Quickly he took it and saw in the reflection of a mirror near by, how three men looked inside for him from the door. Just in time he took refugee behind a large woman with a small poodle.
"What now?.."
Some music made it's way to the lobby in a soft way, it belonged to the bar on the back: The Blue Room. Seeing this as his only option for escape, he turned and followed the rhythm.
Soft jazz began in a dim lighted area. A small grin was all he gave after scanning the area for danger. He found only some couples, lonely business men, drinks on most of the tables and the band in front. A familiar tune captured his attention and decided to sit just for this one.
"It's been a while after all..."
"A drink, sir?"
"Uh...no, not right now"
"What can I tell
you, this guy you see
can't help feeling, so cool hip and so free
I don't believe in getting hooked on love, no not me."
The man in the brown raincoat relaxed to the tune, making his features soften and the urge for a cigarette to be taken care of. Once he had the thin object in his lips, he sighed and talked to himself.
"Nice..."
"The place, song or all together?"
"Huh?" His gaze turned to a young woman in the table next to him. With a smirk, his charm was directed to her.
"The company" She turned to see a sly smile and just chuckled to herself "Ah, good answer. First time in here?"
"Sure is, what about you? Fan of the band?" He studied her: Slim, black hair just above the shoulders, brown eyes and slightly tan skin. He guessed she was in her twenties.
"You could say that. What's your name?"
"William Hunter" He replied as he sat next to her. "Yours?"
"Violet" Her thin lips answered and her attention focused on the band again.
"Just leave me drinkin', in this bar tonight
I know you want me, to make you, make you feel right
But all you do is hang your head so low
I know you really want me, to go."
"No last name?"
"Not tonight...William" The body language between the two implied interest by both halves but merely for an amusing chat.
"Ah, the mysterious type"
"Look who's talking" Violet flinched her finger on the neck of the raincoat and smirked to herself surprising the stranger beside her. "You look like you're on the run"
His expression stiffened and looked away "I'm just a stranger in a bar"
She felt bad for making him uncomfortable. Violet saw loneliness in the man's very peculiar eyes. One was brown and the other was dark red, almost simulating a brown. She pressed her lips together for a second, smoothen her black cocktail dress and turned to him.
"William...I'm--"
The apology and atmosphere got interrupted when a trio of gunmen burst in from a door that lead to another entrance of the bar. Some fire shoots were blasted.
"EVERYONE ON THE GROUND!"
People started screaming and moving around trying to find a way out. The men got out large guns and pointed them with menace.
"SPIEGEL! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE. COME OUT!"
Violet opened her eyes to see William hugging her in a protective manner against the floor. Fresh sweat drops were in his forehead as he clenched his teeth with anger.
"Dammit!"
"William?" He turned to meet her gaze. She knew something was up. Slowly he lowered his body to reach her ears. In a husky voice he let out a message. "Stay here and you'll be fine. Trust me"
Trying to stay calm she just gave a small nod and saw a gun come out of one of his pockets. Gently he stood up.
"Right here" The guns turned to his direction. The men had large black coats along with sunglasses to protect their identity. Smug faces were shown as they saw their prey with only one gun.
"Stupid move Spiegel. Drop the gun, there's no need for extra blood in this" The leader of the trio let out. He grabbed a woman from the crowd and pointed his gun at her.
"I agree" Without taking his eyes from them he dropped the gun and approached them very slowly with his hands up.
Rejecting the prior request, his female companion snuck between the tables to get behind the bar. She reached for the phone under the empty bottles and dialed.
"Very good. This ends here" Spike closed his eyes once he felt the gun point to his chest. He could have tried something to get away but the people around him were now included in the blood shed if he tried anything.
A police siren wailed closer within seconds. Spike opened his eyes with surprise and relief.
"Shit! LET'S GO! THIS ISN'T OVER SPIEGEL! YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN HIDE!"
"Rookies. Still getting scared with the police"
The trio got into a black car and drove off in a hurry. The crowd let out sighs and chatter for their lucky escape. Spike on the other hand, knew this couldn't be a coincidence. He turned to search for Violet and found her behind the bar with a phone handset to her ear and saying out loud with a smile.
"Thanks Charlie, I owe you one"
To which Spike only smiled back at her.
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