More than Just the Blues
By: ChibiJupiter
A/N: Hey! This is my first ever Cowboy Bebop fic so please...tell me what you think! I'm open to ideas so please do tell! The title of this fic came from my buddy; who was using it for his own Bebop fic but decided he wanted me to have it instead. It takes place a few years before the series begins. It's a JULIAxSPIKE. Just thought I'd warn you. ^^; Also, it switches each chapter to a different POV; either Julia or Spike.
Oi! Just a little more info you didn't really need to know...Cowboy Bebop never has and never will belong to me. It shall always be property of Hijime Yatate and Sunrise and all those other great people. ^^ It shall never in a million years belong to me.
This chapter is a flashback…just to inform you all.
Chapter 2~*~Spike's POV~*~
Julia, that name, that sweet, sweet name is the only name I want to hear. I want to leave and run away with you. Just you, only you, and leave the syndicate behind. Leave Vicious and everyone else. Just you and me. God, why must Vicious also love the only women I want to love? Has Fate dealt me the wrong hand? But, if life's a game of cards, I could still fix this damned fate. Julia, your eyes, your hair, your body, everything about you is amazing. I want you. No one but you, for the rest of my life.
I love you Julia…
When I first saw you at the bar, my heart paced. Not like 'puppy love' paced. More like a lover's paced…
"Hey Spike! Over here!" A young man at the bar raised his hand above his head as he beckoned his friends to come closer.
The green haired man named Spike walked toward the bar as he waved. "Yo, how have you been? Haven't seen you for awhile now Mike."
"Well, I've been doing ok. What about you?"
"Same." Spike called for the bartender's attention. "I want a bloody Mary." The bartender nodded then headed on his way.
"There's a pool table open. How about after you get your drink, we go play a game or two? You know, just incase you want a rematch when I kick your ass."
"Funny Mike," Spike stated as he lit a cigarette. "Want one?" Mike shook his head.
"I've got my own." Mike smiled as he pulled out a box and lit one for himself.
The bartender then came back and placed the drink in front of Spike. He grabbed it and then placed the money on the counter, then followed Mike.
"How's this sound? Loser buys next round of drinks."
Spike then smiled. "Sounds good to me Mike. Just do me a favor. Don't cry when you lose." Both laughed and Spike grabbed the sticks as Mike set up the table.
Games went by and there wasn't a winner; either because of games being determined unfair or tied. Empty beer bottles lined the table beside them, along with an ashtray.
"Final game. Whoever wins, buys all those." Spike pointed to the empty beer bottles.
"Sure thing. I'll set this one up." Mike began to set up the table as he finished his sentence.
Spike nodded as he lit another cigarette and placed it in his mouth. "So," he started, but suddenly stopped as he saw a young woman turn and look him in the eye. Her eyes were haunting and he went breathless. Oh my God. She is gorgeous. He stood there and gawked; the cigarette in his hand dropped to the floor, but he didn't notice, nor did he care. She laughed at him as she turned back to the pool game she was at.
"Mike, who is that?"
"Who? Her?" He pointed to the woman and Spike nodded. "That's Julia, Vicious' girlfriend. You didn't know that?"
"No, I didn't." Vicious spotted Spike then and walked over, hand in hand with Julia.
"Spike," Vicious smiled. "Meet Julia. She is also a member of the syndicate."
"Hello Spike. I saw that you lost your cigarette. Would you like another?" Julia smiled at Spike and Mike muffled a laugh.
Keep your damn mouth shut Mike. "Ah, no thanks. I have more," Spike muttered as he looked down at the floor. As hard as he tried, he couldn't look her in the eye.
Vicious laughed. "Look at her when you talk. That way she can actually hear you," Vicious whispered into his friend's ear.
Spike nodded. "Where did you pick up a pretty thing like that?"
"Where else but here? She's not bad either, if you catch my drift."
"Oh, I get it. I wouldn't think otherwise by the looks of her." Spike looked over at Mike who was drowning down yet another beer. "Jeez man, how many are you going to drink?"
"As many as I want; since you're paying."
"If you'll excuse me Vicious, I have to kick Mike's ass so he can pay for all those." Spike pointed to the table as he walked back.
Vicious laughed once again. Something that seemed very unusual to Spike. "I see. I'll see you around then, Spike." He turned.
"It was nice meeting you Spike. I hope I'll see you again sometime." She smiled and headed in the same direction as Vicious.
"Yeah, I hope we meet again as well," Spike stated; this time his head was up and their eyes met.
"I think you have a thing for her. I thought you hated love, and women for that matter," Mike remarked.
"One, I don't hate women and two; I do not have a 'thing', as you so call it, for Julia!" Spike pounded his fist on the table and almost half the bottles fell over.
"It's obvious. Just don't let Vicious know. He'd kill you in a heartbeat. He's wicked protective of her." Mike smiled as Spike's eyes narrowed.
"You'd better not tell him. I mean, of course, you'd better not tell if I did care for-" He sighed. "Shit. No use hiding it. Damn." He leaned against the wall, his cigarette hanging from his mouth.
"Your move buddy." Mike motioned to the table.
"Perfect." Spike picked up his stick and hit the ball; placing three balls in separate holes.
"Lucky shot," Mike muttered. "Now it's my turn." He shot himself and missed.
The game continued on this way; Spike making his shots and Mike missing his. The final shot was aimed and Spike won.
"Fuck you Spike. Why the hell did you have to drink so much? I don't think I have enough money for all this." Mike continued to bitch as he handed the bartender the money, waiting after for the change.
"You drank the same amount as me pal. Don't even begin to head down that road." Spike grabbed his head. "I can tell now I'm going to have a huge hangover."
"I'll see you around then, Spike?"
"Yeah, I'll see you." You'd better not tell a soul Mike. No one.