I don't own Cowboy Bebop and I don't own the song "Snake and the Moon"
(The grass swayed as a gentle breeze swept through the plain, the sky a deep blue, the sun just having gone down. The moon up above shined a cercelean color and cast a blue tingue on the blonde hair of the girl watching it. The breeze flowed through her long hair, causing it to sway and create intricate patterns in the air. She turned her head and lightening seemed to flash a bright eletric blue in her eyes. They then softened, and she looked sad.
"This is all just a dream, isn't it?"
Spike found himself wanting to go to her, wanting to hold her. "What's a dream?" he asked.
She turned back to the moon and let its light touch her face. "Life."
A cloud passed in front of the moon, and as her face darkened, the girl began to change. She became thinner, her legs melded together and her arms became part of her torso. Her hair curved to her back, and she became elongated and wavy.
Spike watched as her face became narrower and longer until it became a snake's face, the only thing remaining the same was her eyes. Blue eyes.
She slithered over Spike and began circling him. "You're a beast too, aren't you?" she asked, creeping up his leg.
She coiled around his torso and up around his neck. "A beast like me," she whispered into his ear, beginning to tighten around him, squeezing the breath out of him. As it left him, he found himself becoming a snake as well.)
Session 9: The Snake and the Moon
"All right, Spike. Now here's your assignment....hey, are you daydreaming on me?" came a voice from Spike's left.
Spike lifted his head from where it had been comfortably cradled in his arms on the table, and looked over at Vicious.
"You seem just a little too eager about this entire thing. It's creeping me out."
Vicious smirked at him, "I just want to see if you truly are a beast."
Spike put his head back on the table, "Now, there's the Vicious we all know and love."
"I thought that you would appreciate that answer. Now, anyway, you go into the bar persuade Crugere to engage in some recreational combat with you. This should be simple, I've seen you accomplish this task many times before..."
"But that was different. I was only planning to rob them then," Spike interrupted.
Vicious studied him briefly. "How so different? You robbed them of their money, you can rob them of their lives. It's merely a different sort of thievery. Besides, you have killed before."
Enraged, Spike sat up and faced Vicious. "Once again, this is different! I don't have anything against Crugere!"
Vicious calmly regarded Spike, "Spike, this man deals in human lives. He deserves death."
"Then what do you call what we do?" Spike exclaimed, still mad. "The only reason the Van wants the fucker dead is because he was dealing in Red Dragon territory without permission! They don't care that he's a pimp on the side!"
Vicious grabbed Spike's arm and forced him to sit down, they were beginning to draw too much attention to themselves. "Well, look at it in this light, Spike. If you disobey an order of the Van, your life might as well be over. Which life do you hold in higher regard, yours or that of some petty lowlife?"
Spike let his head fall back onto his arms on the table. "I don't like it."
Vicious smirked as he got up to leave. "You'll learn to. I did."
Spike watched as Vicious left the bar, not bothering to acknowledge the women not so conspicuously eyeing him. He just didn't understand that guy sometimes. He had seemed so gung-ho about the whole thing, and then it was almost like he was trying to tell Spike something about himself. Had Vicious always been the way he was? Or was there some hidden lost child in there somewhere that had once laughed and cried? If so, then what happened to Vicious to make him the way he was?
Spike shrugged, figuring that he probably would never know. As he ordered his second drink, Crugere walked in, a weathered looking whore on each arm. Despite their appearant happy countenances, Spike knew it was an act. Crugere forced them into the business, blackmailing them by threatening to harm their loved ones, or with the lure of narcotics.
Well, at least he wasn't actually a nice guy. Spike didn't know if he would have been able to live with himself after that. -But there might be a nice guy in the future. What will you do then?- a voice from the back of his mind asked. I'll cross that road when I get to it, was his internal answer.
Spike studied Crugere for a while, trying to get a feel for him. Figuring that trying to get laid free by one of the prostitutes was the best course of action towards getting Crugere to start a fight with him, Spike put on his smooth charisma act and headed over to where Crugere and his whores were.
"Hey, baby," Spike crooned into one of the whore's ears, pretending to be slightly drunk. She looked slightly afraid and glanced over at Crugere, who was smiling.
"I'll need to see your money first," he said to Spike.
Spike looked confused, "Money?" he asked. "I don't have no money."
Crugere looked slightly pissed. "Well then, she's not for sale."
Spike smiled charmingly. "But what if she says she is?" He leaned toward the prostitute's face and kissed her full out on the lips. Hey, when subtley doesn't work, might as well just go for it!
Spike grinned a bit when Crugere forcefully pulled him off and attempted to punch him in the face. Now we were getting somewhere! Spike thought as he ducked, then swung back.
Crugere began nursing his broken nose and Spike went back to kissing the prostitute, who was actually starting to look a bit euphoric by now.
Crugere pulled Spike off again, and tried to punch him again. Spike smirked, "Do you want to take this outside? I don't want to frighten the ladies."
Declining to answer Crugere throws another punch at Spike, which Spike blocked. "I'll take that as a 'yes'!" Spike said grinning and pushed Crugere out the door.
When they got to the alley, Spike's smile dropped as he pulled out his gun. Crugere began panicking.
"Hey, man! I didn't mean nothing by it! You can go screw the bitch for all I care!"
Spike shook his head, "Shouldn't have dealt in Red Dragon territory, Dusty "Angel Dust" Crugere." He put the silencer on the gun. "You might've lived a bit longer." Spike pulled the trigger and a red splash hit the wall behind where Crugere had been standing.
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Later at the Red Dragon headquarters, Spike was checking in to tell them that his assignment had been successfully completed.
After waiting around for a while, Spike was summoned to Mao Yenrai's office. As he walked into the room, Spike noted how big it was. He could see half the city from the windows which occupied two entire walls. In the middle of the room stood an asian man in his 50's, who motioned for Spike to sit down on a leather chair.
Feeling somewhat ackward, Spike decided that politeness was the way to go and waited for Mao Yenrai to say something first.
Mao smiled at him and asked how Spike's first assignment went.
"It was successfully completed, sir," was Spike's response.
"Ah, well that's good." Mao sat back in his chair, behind his desk. He then leaned forward confidentally, "Did you enjoy it?"
Spike was taken aback by this, was this guy really a high ranking Red Dragon? He sure didn't act like it, he was kind of kooky in fact.
"Ummm...no." Spike responded after a few moments.
Mao Yenrai regarded him silently for a couple of seconds, "Good, we don't need any more bloodthirsty animals in the syndicate."
Spike inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, he was a little frightened for a few seconds there.
After ruffling through his papers a bit, Mao pulled out a few sheets. "You've got a pretty good track record, been with us for about a year..."
"Actually a year and a half, I worked as a spy for you guys before I joined," Spike interrupted.
Mao looked pleased, "Hmmm...interesting...Well, it looks like you're just perfect for the Red Dragons. No personal ties to worry about, no girlfriend." He looked back up at Spike, "Any reason for that?"
Once again flustered, Spike doesn't know how to answer this question. "Uhh...I've been kind of busy lately."
Mao dropped his papers in mock shock, "Too busy for women? You can never be too busy for women!" he exclaimed. "Why, when I think about what my life would be like without my wife... I don't I could survive without her! And can she cook! Why, when she and her sister get together to cook for one of their huge Russian family meals, I always put on about 15 pounds. So do you want to come over for dinner sometime?"
Spike wasn't too sure what was going on, "Uhhh...what?" he asked.
Mao restated his question, "Do you want to come over for dinner sometime?"
A little startled, Spike tentatively said, "Sure."
Mao brightened a bit, "Great! You could stand a few more pounds on you, boy!"
As Spike walked out of Mao Yenrai's office, he ran into Vicious.
"So how did your assignment go?" Vicious asked him.
"My assignment was successfully completed. I think that's the third time I've said that today."
"I knew you had it in you."
Spike pondered for a few moments. "Hey, Vish, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked abruptly.
Vicious stopped walking, "Why?" he asked.
Spike shrugged, "Just curious..." He grinned. " So what's her name?"
Vicious's usually cold eyes softened ever so slightly, "Julia."
Spike smirked, "Julia, huh? How come you've never told me about her before?"
Vicious's eyes hardened again, but he smiled just a little bit. "I don't mix personal life with work."
Spike stopped him, "But you could've told me, I'm not neccessarily work. We're friends aren't we?"
Vicious looked a little confused at this question. "Yes, I suppose so," he says with some hesitation.
(The blue snake was coiled in front of Spike's feet, its tongue flickering in and out as it tasted the air. It turned in Spike's direction, and said in a male voice, "Do not fear your Destiny."
Its eyes turned black, and red markings that looked like blood splatterings appeared on his scaly body. As the clouds moved from in front of the moon and snake grew.
"For Destiny fears you." With these words the snake had grown big enough that it could touch the moon in the sky. Its head darted towards it, and the snake consumed the moon in one swallow, causing everything to go dark.
In the distance birds began singing.)
(The grass swayed as a gentle breeze swept through the plain, the sky a deep blue, the sun just having gone down. The moon up above shined a cercelean color and cast a blue tingue on the blonde hair of the girl watching it. The breeze flowed through her long hair, causing it to sway and create intricate patterns in the air. She turned her head and lightening seemed to flash a bright eletric blue in her eyes. They then softened, and she looked sad.
"This is all just a dream, isn't it?"
Spike found himself wanting to go to her, wanting to hold her. "What's a dream?" he asked.
She turned back to the moon and let its light touch her face. "Life."
A cloud passed in front of the moon, and as her face darkened, the girl began to change. She became thinner, her legs melded together and her arms became part of her torso. Her hair curved to her back, and she became elongated and wavy.
Spike watched as her face became narrower and longer until it became a snake's face, the only thing remaining the same was her eyes. Blue eyes.
She slithered over Spike and began circling him. "You're a beast too, aren't you?" she asked, creeping up his leg.
She coiled around his torso and up around his neck. "A beast like me," she whispered into his ear, beginning to tighten around him, squeezing the breath out of him. As it left him, he found himself becoming a snake as well.)
Session 9: The Snake and the Moon
"All right, Spike. Now here's your assignment....hey, are you daydreaming on me?" came a voice from Spike's left.
Spike lifted his head from where it had been comfortably cradled in his arms on the table, and looked over at Vicious.
"You seem just a little too eager about this entire thing. It's creeping me out."
Vicious smirked at him, "I just want to see if you truly are a beast."
Spike put his head back on the table, "Now, there's the Vicious we all know and love."
"I thought that you would appreciate that answer. Now, anyway, you go into the bar persuade Crugere to engage in some recreational combat with you. This should be simple, I've seen you accomplish this task many times before..."
"But that was different. I was only planning to rob them then," Spike interrupted.
Vicious studied him briefly. "How so different? You robbed them of their money, you can rob them of their lives. It's merely a different sort of thievery. Besides, you have killed before."
Enraged, Spike sat up and faced Vicious. "Once again, this is different! I don't have anything against Crugere!"
Vicious calmly regarded Spike, "Spike, this man deals in human lives. He deserves death."
"Then what do you call what we do?" Spike exclaimed, still mad. "The only reason the Van wants the fucker dead is because he was dealing in Red Dragon territory without permission! They don't care that he's a pimp on the side!"
Vicious grabbed Spike's arm and forced him to sit down, they were beginning to draw too much attention to themselves. "Well, look at it in this light, Spike. If you disobey an order of the Van, your life might as well be over. Which life do you hold in higher regard, yours or that of some petty lowlife?"
Spike let his head fall back onto his arms on the table. "I don't like it."
Vicious smirked as he got up to leave. "You'll learn to. I did."
Spike watched as Vicious left the bar, not bothering to acknowledge the women not so conspicuously eyeing him. He just didn't understand that guy sometimes. He had seemed so gung-ho about the whole thing, and then it was almost like he was trying to tell Spike something about himself. Had Vicious always been the way he was? Or was there some hidden lost child in there somewhere that had once laughed and cried? If so, then what happened to Vicious to make him the way he was?
Spike shrugged, figuring that he probably would never know. As he ordered his second drink, Crugere walked in, a weathered looking whore on each arm. Despite their appearant happy countenances, Spike knew it was an act. Crugere forced them into the business, blackmailing them by threatening to harm their loved ones, or with the lure of narcotics.
Well, at least he wasn't actually a nice guy. Spike didn't know if he would have been able to live with himself after that. -But there might be a nice guy in the future. What will you do then?- a voice from the back of his mind asked. I'll cross that road when I get to it, was his internal answer.
Spike studied Crugere for a while, trying to get a feel for him. Figuring that trying to get laid free by one of the prostitutes was the best course of action towards getting Crugere to start a fight with him, Spike put on his smooth charisma act and headed over to where Crugere and his whores were.
"Hey, baby," Spike crooned into one of the whore's ears, pretending to be slightly drunk. She looked slightly afraid and glanced over at Crugere, who was smiling.
"I'll need to see your money first," he said to Spike.
Spike looked confused, "Money?" he asked. "I don't have no money."
Crugere looked slightly pissed. "Well then, she's not for sale."
Spike smiled charmingly. "But what if she says she is?" He leaned toward the prostitute's face and kissed her full out on the lips. Hey, when subtley doesn't work, might as well just go for it!
Spike grinned a bit when Crugere forcefully pulled him off and attempted to punch him in the face. Now we were getting somewhere! Spike thought as he ducked, then swung back.
Crugere began nursing his broken nose and Spike went back to kissing the prostitute, who was actually starting to look a bit euphoric by now.
Crugere pulled Spike off again, and tried to punch him again. Spike smirked, "Do you want to take this outside? I don't want to frighten the ladies."
Declining to answer Crugere throws another punch at Spike, which Spike blocked. "I'll take that as a 'yes'!" Spike said grinning and pushed Crugere out the door.
When they got to the alley, Spike's smile dropped as he pulled out his gun. Crugere began panicking.
"Hey, man! I didn't mean nothing by it! You can go screw the bitch for all I care!"
Spike shook his head, "Shouldn't have dealt in Red Dragon territory, Dusty "Angel Dust" Crugere." He put the silencer on the gun. "You might've lived a bit longer." Spike pulled the trigger and a red splash hit the wall behind where Crugere had been standing.
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Later at the Red Dragon headquarters, Spike was checking in to tell them that his assignment had been successfully completed.
After waiting around for a while, Spike was summoned to Mao Yenrai's office. As he walked into the room, Spike noted how big it was. He could see half the city from the windows which occupied two entire walls. In the middle of the room stood an asian man in his 50's, who motioned for Spike to sit down on a leather chair.
Feeling somewhat ackward, Spike decided that politeness was the way to go and waited for Mao Yenrai to say something first.
Mao smiled at him and asked how Spike's first assignment went.
"It was successfully completed, sir," was Spike's response.
"Ah, well that's good." Mao sat back in his chair, behind his desk. He then leaned forward confidentally, "Did you enjoy it?"
Spike was taken aback by this, was this guy really a high ranking Red Dragon? He sure didn't act like it, he was kind of kooky in fact.
"Ummm...no." Spike responded after a few moments.
Mao Yenrai regarded him silently for a couple of seconds, "Good, we don't need any more bloodthirsty animals in the syndicate."
Spike inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, he was a little frightened for a few seconds there.
After ruffling through his papers a bit, Mao pulled out a few sheets. "You've got a pretty good track record, been with us for about a year..."
"Actually a year and a half, I worked as a spy for you guys before I joined," Spike interrupted.
Mao looked pleased, "Hmmm...interesting...Well, it looks like you're just perfect for the Red Dragons. No personal ties to worry about, no girlfriend." He looked back up at Spike, "Any reason for that?"
Once again flustered, Spike doesn't know how to answer this question. "Uhh...I've been kind of busy lately."
Mao dropped his papers in mock shock, "Too busy for women? You can never be too busy for women!" he exclaimed. "Why, when I think about what my life would be like without my wife... I don't I could survive without her! And can she cook! Why, when she and her sister get together to cook for one of their huge Russian family meals, I always put on about 15 pounds. So do you want to come over for dinner sometime?"
Spike wasn't too sure what was going on, "Uhhh...what?" he asked.
Mao restated his question, "Do you want to come over for dinner sometime?"
A little startled, Spike tentatively said, "Sure."
Mao brightened a bit, "Great! You could stand a few more pounds on you, boy!"
As Spike walked out of Mao Yenrai's office, he ran into Vicious.
"So how did your assignment go?" Vicious asked him.
"My assignment was successfully completed. I think that's the third time I've said that today."
"I knew you had it in you."
Spike pondered for a few moments. "Hey, Vish, do you have a girlfriend?" he asked abruptly.
Vicious stopped walking, "Why?" he asked.
Spike shrugged, "Just curious..." He grinned. " So what's her name?"
Vicious's usually cold eyes softened ever so slightly, "Julia."
Spike smirked, "Julia, huh? How come you've never told me about her before?"
Vicious's eyes hardened again, but he smiled just a little bit. "I don't mix personal life with work."
Spike stopped him, "But you could've told me, I'm not neccessarily work. We're friends aren't we?"
Vicious looked a little confused at this question. "Yes, I suppose so," he says with some hesitation.
(The blue snake was coiled in front of Spike's feet, its tongue flickering in and out as it tasted the air. It turned in Spike's direction, and said in a male voice, "Do not fear your Destiny."
Its eyes turned black, and red markings that looked like blood splatterings appeared on his scaly body. As the clouds moved from in front of the moon and snake grew.
"For Destiny fears you." With these words the snake had grown big enough that it could touch the moon in the sky. Its head darted towards it, and the snake consumed the moon in one swallow, causing everything to go dark.
In the distance birds began singing.)
