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Disclaimer: Why is the other side of the pillow always cooler? Why is the sky blue? Why doesn't Himiko own Cowboy Bebop? Because that's just how it is. T_T

Hello, everyone. Are we really already on the Fifth one-shotter? Okay, I guess we are. Actually, this is one I've wanted to write for a long time and have been planning forever. Notice the title? I'm so proud of it. ^^ When I decided I wanted to do a shortie about Vicious/Spike, the title immediately popped into my head. Black for Vicious, blue for Spike. The entire thing is placed during the short conversation between the two in Episode Five, Ballad for a Fallen Angel. Watching them as they talked always made me winder exactly what was going on inside their heads. It was almost as if they weren't just communicating audibly, but mentally as well. So that right there gives you the basic idea. It's rather...erm...disturbing. So it's PG-13. And serious. Like all the others. Well...

Enjoy.

Black and Blue to the Devil's Name – cowboy bebop (BLEEDING HEARTS)

[Five] [Secret] - [3, 2, 1... and P L A Y]

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cowboy bebop – angels...forced...demons

The sun is small and beautiful from this certain angle. It shines on mercilessly, looking immensely glorious for no reason.

He wonders what it would be like to be the sun. Stay in the same position all of his life, never moving, never doing anything but shining there, up in the sky.

What utter insanity.

Brilliant.

Bright.

UTTER insanity.

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The air becomes thicker.

His lungs inhale deeply, relishing the momentary breath, but the AIR IS GROWING THICKER.

'Hello, Vicious.'

Life growing shorter.

'Long time, no see.'

The years have all amounted to nothing, and that alone is enough to make him yearn for the bliss of death. There should be tears in his eyes, but they fell long ago.

'Only I can wake you up, Spike.'

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It's cold so cold.

He breathes in and his lungs freeze breathes out and misty air surrounds his face.

If he were bleeding....if he could bleed....

IT WOULDN'T BE SO COLD.

It wouldn't be so cold so freezing cold it hurt oh it had hurt so much and now it's numb.

He slowly slowly so slowly draws the sword the blade the cold.

DRAWS IT ACROSS HIS ARM.

BLEEDING.

Smiles.

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He wonders what it is exactly that the other man had said.

All he can see

HEAR

is/are the images in his head – the images forced upon him, the images from the other man's silver head.

And all the other one can see are the images thrown right back.

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CHAIR

ROSE

JULIA

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Time passes.

They fight.

As they knew they would.

They converse aloud

SILENTLY, AS WELL

.

There is no reason to truly speak at all.

They know what is in the other's head. Have for seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years

TIME

CHAIR

ROSE

FALLING

BLOOD

JULIA

.

It ends in a draw and the second man falls

GLASS EVERYWHERE

'The same goes for you, Vicious.'

FALLING

'So the question stands....'

````````````......'So beautiful......' ````````````

'Shall I awaken you?'

[fin][3, 2, 1 ... screen flickers and goes black]