Cowboy Bebop: How Jet and Spike became Partners

Chapter 1

The Flashback

Spike Speigal is a young, tall, thin, gangly dude with a green afro and usually wears a blue dress shirt and pants. Spike walked into the bar, pushing the double doors aside. He sat on a barstool, one of those old wooden ones and ordered a drink, whisky on the rocks. Then he took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with his capped silver lighter. He remembered what had happened 3 days ago:

He was in the Red Dragon Syndicate mother ship in deep space with Vicious, his former friend who had stuck with him through every hit he had made. He was there with Vicious and his creepy black raven. He had walked in with Vicious to their boss' office. The office was dark and small, a desk and chair in the corner next to a display case with a shining katana sword inside. The boss was about to tell them their next job when Spike, bored and tired, yawned. The boss then said, "Spike why don't you take a vacation, a little R&R." Spike quickly replied, "Is that some kind of April fools joke because it's July, and besides you haven't given me a single day off since I got here and that was five years ago." "Spike go to the next shuttle to Earth and don't come back for a week", the boss now said, pointing a shining silver 45cal. at Spikes forehead. "No need to be urgent sir I'll be on my way to Earth immediately heh, heh", Spike said looking quite confused and freaked out. Spike walked through the ships main hall, past the reactor core into the shuttle dock. 'It'd be a shame if that core exploded (thinking of mass destruction)', Spike thought to himself, grinning as he entered the shuttle, 'just a shame' The shuttle docked at Earth two days later, fortunately the only luggage Spike had on him was his gun, a H&K 40 9mm, a shiny, handsome, black gun you'd see in action films. He walked out of the terminal and got on the shuttle bus, which brought him to his house, and this is where the terror began. Spike walked up the front stoop and rang the doorbell. There was no answer, so he rang again, still no answer. He rang rapidly until he finally gave up and gave a high kick to the door. The door promptly collapsed in and spike scurried in, his gun drawn. The lights were off, so he turned them on and to his horror there lie his father with two bullet wounds in his chest. Spike ran to his dad and kneeled next to him. "Here....to the, the SwordFish..two at, at Tokyo Impound.Lot, Wufang and Konichi Street", Spike's father stuttered as he gave Spike some keys and quickly expired. "Father!" Spike cried as his father died, "Nooooo!" A tear began to trickle down Spikes cheek when he heard a shrill scream. He ran up the hardwood stairs and peeked into his parent's bedroom floor, Spike was breathless. His mother lay dead in a pool of blood on the floor next to his brother, Yimoto, who Vicious had pushed on the ground. Vicious slowly pulled out a hefty silver 50cal. pistol, cocked it and put it to Yimoto's head, screamed something at him and pulled the trigger. Yimoto's head fell back breathlessly and he died. Spike cried out and drew his gun. Vicious' raven fluttered its wings. Spike fired at Vicious, the 9mm round missed and grazed the raven's eye. The raven fell unconscious onto the floor, Vicious fired at Spike multiple times until he had to reload. Spike took this to his advantage and hid behind a wall unfortunately it was a rice paper wall and Vicious could see right through it. Vicious said, "Spike why did it have to be this way, you new your brother was a Yakuza and he'd have to die one way or another." Vicious then fired at the silhouette of Spike he saw through the wall. He missed mostly except for a round that shaved Spike's shoulder. It stung Spike, but it barely stopped him, he fired a single shot, which hit Vicious right in the foot. Vicious slipped away, carrying his bird with him. Spike didn't bother calling the police since they'd arrest him, so he phoned a bus and that's how he ended up here at this bar, this anonymous bar.