God, this fic.I don't even know how to describe it. I posted it as a Harry
Potter story, but I felt it also deserved to be in the Cowboy Bebop
section. Um, I wrote this at 2:15 in the morning after watching "The Real
Folk Blues (Part 2)". My view of this fic is the final battle between
Spike and Vicious, and what Vicious is thinking. No, this is not an
intentional shounen-ai fic. If you want it to be, fine. If you don't,
think of Vicious saying 'I love you' in a platonic sense. Please review,
it would mean a lot to me. On with the fic then I suppose.
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You win. I lose.
The way it's always been.
I hate you.
Cheap tricks, the easy way out. Pressure to do whatever it takes to beat the other. The letters, the screaming, the simple words that mean everything and nothing all at once. They give you confidence. The aspiration to win.
Winning.
Winning is everything.
Winning is nothing.
False hopes turn into cold reality, cold reality turns into lack of enthusiasm, lack of enthusiasm turns into the ultimate truth.
I'll never win.
You'll never lose.
I hate you.
I love you.
Shining eyes, brilliant smile, flushed face. Heart skips a beat and the adrenaline is pumping madly. A hole in the heart that you never knew you had until the day you realize what you don't have anymore, and what you have now.
Bitter words. Slicing through like the knives that they are. It hits home. It hits everywhere. Never stopping to realize whether or not you yourself are hurt when you say them.
It's a drug.
The heat of the moment.
Blood pounding in your ears. What will you do next? Turn left? Swing right? Will I hit you first, or will a bullet end my days?
Bang.
It's over.
You win. I lose.
I hate you.
I love you.
You win. I lose.
Congratulations.
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You win. I lose.
The way it's always been.
I hate you.
Cheap tricks, the easy way out. Pressure to do whatever it takes to beat the other. The letters, the screaming, the simple words that mean everything and nothing all at once. They give you confidence. The aspiration to win.
Winning.
Winning is everything.
Winning is nothing.
False hopes turn into cold reality, cold reality turns into lack of enthusiasm, lack of enthusiasm turns into the ultimate truth.
I'll never win.
You'll never lose.
I hate you.
I love you.
Shining eyes, brilliant smile, flushed face. Heart skips a beat and the adrenaline is pumping madly. A hole in the heart that you never knew you had until the day you realize what you don't have anymore, and what you have now.
Bitter words. Slicing through like the knives that they are. It hits home. It hits everywhere. Never stopping to realize whether or not you yourself are hurt when you say them.
It's a drug.
The heat of the moment.
Blood pounding in your ears. What will you do next? Turn left? Swing right? Will I hit you first, or will a bullet end my days?
Bang.
It's over.
You win. I lose.
I hate you.
I love you.
You win. I lose.
Congratulations.
