Ok, this is my first Bebop fic. ^^; Radishface urged me to write one, so I decided I might as well try. It's really short and the premise is something that's been used a lot. Vicious' thoughts as he confronts Julia about leaving him. Please R and R! ^^;
Disclaimers: All the characters are property of Bandai and such. I'm not stealing anything, so please don't sue me. x.x
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The china doll skin. The eyes blue as the midnight sky.
Julia.
The blonde hair that captured the sun. The ruby red lips.
Julia.
The angel from the underworld.
Julia.
Or the devil from Paradise....
Julia....
Vicious walked up the stairs, his eyes cold, his stance frigid. The sound of rain pouring down outside. Drops of water fell off the ends up his hair silently as he treaded down the hallway, his hands shoved deep in the pockets up his trenchcoat. The hallway was dimly light, brown stains on the walls around him. He knew she was home- she wouldn't be anywhere else. Without a word, Vicious slid his hand out of his coat and opened the door.
/ Why, Julia?... /
And there she was. Sitting in a small chair by the window, so deep in thought she hadn't even heard him come in. He almost hesitated. Almost turned back. Wanted more than anything not to do what he had intended...
"Vicious..."
One word, unmoving from her position. Like a fragile glass figurine that would shatter if you touched it. Vicious pushed the door closed behind him.
"I see you're home."
The words came out before he could think twice. She didn't respond. He strode over to her, deaf to the world around him. Cold eyes glared down at her, un-quavering, un-emotional, as Vicious pulled the shotgun from his coat. With that of an experienced expert, he flipped it over in his hand and pointed it into her golden hair.
"Did you really think you could leave me?"
Silence. Awkward, loud silence. Julia bowed her head.
/ Cry. Be hurt. Feel the pain that I feel... /
"Are you going to kill him...?"
/ Kill Spike? No no, damnit Julia... Don't you remember? All three of us? How happy we were?... Don't you remember?... /
"No.."
His voice was still sharp and bitter.
/ I remember... /
"You're going to do it for me..."
Vicious calmly set the gun down on the small table. It was a nice table- hand carved out of light wood. A vase of roses, petals red as blood. The gun looked out of place. Out of place next to the delicate rose... and the note...
/ "Meet me at the graveyard. We'll get away from here..." /
/ Traitor. Back stabber. /
Julia looked up at him, showing the first sign of uncertainty. The azure eyes ached with a wound so deep it would never heal. He could only smirk; only mock her pain.
"You either kill him, or both of you die..."
He paused. Maybe it was for dramatic effect. Maybe it was because he wanted to reconsider.
"Those are your only options..."
"Meet me at the graveyard. We'll get away from here. We'll leave this place..."
/ And go where? Nowhere to hide. /
Vicious turned and walked out of the small apartment, leaving Julia sitting by the window. The door shut gently behind him with a soft click.
/ Traitor. /
Vicious looked down the hallway, then began walking again.
/ You were my partner, my friend. /
/ All this time, you wanted to take her away from me. /
He climbed back down the stairs and out of the apartment, back into the thundering rain.
/ Julia... /
Vicious could only pull his coat around him, shielding him miserably from the cold weather.
/ It's freezing today... /
Slowly, the silver haired man made his way down the sidewalk, further away from the building were the fallen angel sat in her small chair, contemplating her options.
/ But the cold comes from the inside... /
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Disclaimers: All the characters are property of Bandai and such. I'm not stealing anything, so please don't sue me. x.x
~
The china doll skin. The eyes blue as the midnight sky.
Julia.
The blonde hair that captured the sun. The ruby red lips.
Julia.
The angel from the underworld.
Julia.
Or the devil from Paradise....
Julia....
Vicious walked up the stairs, his eyes cold, his stance frigid. The sound of rain pouring down outside. Drops of water fell off the ends up his hair silently as he treaded down the hallway, his hands shoved deep in the pockets up his trenchcoat. The hallway was dimly light, brown stains on the walls around him. He knew she was home- she wouldn't be anywhere else. Without a word, Vicious slid his hand out of his coat and opened the door.
/ Why, Julia?... /
And there she was. Sitting in a small chair by the window, so deep in thought she hadn't even heard him come in. He almost hesitated. Almost turned back. Wanted more than anything not to do what he had intended...
"Vicious..."
One word, unmoving from her position. Like a fragile glass figurine that would shatter if you touched it. Vicious pushed the door closed behind him.
"I see you're home."
The words came out before he could think twice. She didn't respond. He strode over to her, deaf to the world around him. Cold eyes glared down at her, un-quavering, un-emotional, as Vicious pulled the shotgun from his coat. With that of an experienced expert, he flipped it over in his hand and pointed it into her golden hair.
"Did you really think you could leave me?"
Silence. Awkward, loud silence. Julia bowed her head.
/ Cry. Be hurt. Feel the pain that I feel... /
"Are you going to kill him...?"
/ Kill Spike? No no, damnit Julia... Don't you remember? All three of us? How happy we were?... Don't you remember?... /
"No.."
His voice was still sharp and bitter.
/ I remember... /
"You're going to do it for me..."
Vicious calmly set the gun down on the small table. It was a nice table- hand carved out of light wood. A vase of roses, petals red as blood. The gun looked out of place. Out of place next to the delicate rose... and the note...
/ "Meet me at the graveyard. We'll get away from here..." /
/ Traitor. Back stabber. /
Julia looked up at him, showing the first sign of uncertainty. The azure eyes ached with a wound so deep it would never heal. He could only smirk; only mock her pain.
"You either kill him, or both of you die..."
He paused. Maybe it was for dramatic effect. Maybe it was because he wanted to reconsider.
"Those are your only options..."
"Meet me at the graveyard. We'll get away from here. We'll leave this place..."
/ And go where? Nowhere to hide. /
Vicious turned and walked out of the small apartment, leaving Julia sitting by the window. The door shut gently behind him with a soft click.
/ Traitor. /
Vicious looked down the hallway, then began walking again.
/ You were my partner, my friend. /
/ All this time, you wanted to take her away from me. /
He climbed back down the stairs and out of the apartment, back into the thundering rain.
/ Julia... /
Vicious could only pull his coat around him, shielding him miserably from the cold weather.
/ It's freezing today... /
Slowly, the silver haired man made his way down the sidewalk, further away from the building were the fallen angel sat in her small chair, contemplating her options.
/ But the cold comes from the inside... /
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