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 Hajime Yadate and Sunrise and all those other great people. ^^ It shall never in a million years belong to me.
Sorry about the delay on this chapter. I have had it finished, just because of all the problems we've been having…it hasn't gotten up. But, here it is!
Chapter Three~*~Julia's POV~*~
Since you left me, you've been in my heart. All I think about is you. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm Vicious' girlfriend. My mind wanders from him to you when I am with him! Why? You've bewitched me Spike. Damn your eyes and damn your soul! Why must my heart be torn? God, why did you choose my heart to be playing games with others?
The doorbell rang and she opened the door, to be greeted with the same man she had found outside only three days prior. "Spike? What are you doing here?" Her voice was filled with tenderness, not anger.
"What a nice way to greet someone." Spike entered, his long tan-trench coat tossed over one shoulder. "I came to thank you. You saved my life. I would have been dead if you hadn't found me and took me in."
"Oh," Julia stated. "Sit down. I'll get something to drink. Anything particular you'd like?"
"Got any alcohol?" Spike's eyes glinted with life.
"What the hell do you think?" Julia shouted from the kitchen. "What do you want?"
"Just a beer will be fine." He was silent for a moment before he spoke again. "Hope you don't mind if I smoke."
"Not are all." She returned to find him lighting a cigarette. "Here." She placed an open bottle in front of him. She sat down beside him and opened her drink.
"So," he stated, his cigarette hanging from his mouth. "How's everything with Vicious?"
"Excuse me?" Her eyes went wide as she slammed her drink on the table.
"I asked you how your relationship with Vicious was going."
"It's none of your business Spike. And if it were," she paused as she took a sip, "I still wouldn't tell you."
'You know that if anything goes wrong, you can turn to me; right?"
She stopped what she was doing and looked at him, expecting a joking face but saw none. His face was solemn and full of concern. "Do you mean that Spike?"
"Yeah, I do." He stood as he put out his cigarette.
"Where are you going? You just got here. Spike?" Julia watched as Spike grabbed the bottle and placed his jacket around his body.
"I have some work to do. I'll see you." Spike waved as he shut the door.
It looks like rain. And as the rain began to fall, Julia sighed and looked out the window, watching Spike leave; walking alone in the rain.
"Vicious, what happened to him?" Julia looked at Vicious, whose eyes were hardened and cold.
"I don't know. He was heading to his apartment and got into a fight with someone on the street."
"How is he?"
"I believe he's fine. By the sounds of what Mike said, it wasn't that severe. Just a little beat up, that's all. Mike said he went home afterward," Vicious stated.
"That's a relief. Where are you going?" Julia followed Vicious to the door. "Vicious?"
"I'm going to go and see if I can find him. Check if he's at his house, or out and about. I'll see you later." Vicious stopped at the door and waited for Julia to join him. He placed a kiss on her cheek before he opened the door.
"Good bye," she stated as he shut the door behind him. He was leaving me, Vicious. All she wanted to do was open the window and shout this to him. Julia collapsed onto her couch. "God, I need a drink." Her glance moved from the ceiling to the table, where she saw her drink from earlier; reminding her of none other than Spike. "Oh, screw it." She stood, grabbing her jacket and keys. She slammed the door as she left, placing her jacket around herself. Julia locked the door before she continued down the narrow hallway of her apartment building. She stepped outside and as she did, felt the rain hitting her face. It ran down her coat steadily as she walked.
"Hey, where are you going in this weather?" Spike's warm voice made her heart pace and her feet stop in place. She turned.
"What are you doing here? Vicious is looking for you." She hid her emotions well, frowning at Spike, although she didn't want to.
"Everything's ok. I already saw him down the street a ways. I just wanted to make sure you were alright." He smiled. "So, what are you doing?"
"Shopping." She pushed him aside, eying her car and heading towards it. She didn't like denying him, yet she had to. I don't want to do this Spike. I really don't. You don't know how hard it is.
"Something is wrong Julia, I can tell, you're hiding something. You can tell me." He grasped her right shoulder. "Julia."
"Nothing is wrong Spike. Nothing." She walked away from his glance and touch. "I'll see you around." She continued to walk away from him until she reached her car. She got inside. "Good bye, Spike."
"Julia, please. Wait." Spike was outside her car. He bent down the open window, begging to her. "Please, just let me talk."
"No, I said it before and I'll say it again. Nothing is wrong. I don't know why you insist on getting something out of me that doesn't exist!" Julia shouted as she started her car. "Nothing has been wrong. And nothing, I repeat, nothing will ever be wrong!" She said nothing more and began to drive off; leaving Spike standing alone, hands deep inside his trench coat pockets. Alone in the rain.
Julia looked into her rear-view mirror as she drove away. None other than Spike caught her attention. Why is he standing there? Why doesn't he leave already? "God-damn it Spike. You don't give up do you? I don't love you. I love-" She stopped. I don't even know whom I love. She kept her eyes on the road then; not letting her heart drag her mind back into thoughts of the brown eyed, green haired man whom had stole her heart away from another.
She pulled to a halt in front of a small shop. Magazines as well as bottles of various different types of alcohol lined the walls inside the building. She stepped out of the car and looked in the window before opening the door. "Annie? Are you here Annie?"
"Julia, I'm over here. What are you doing here? Shopping for a drink?" Annie smiled as Julia pulled a stool up to the side of the counter.
"No, I wanted to talk; if that's alright with you." Julia hesitated before sitting.
"Sure, sit down." Relieved, Julia sat. "Now, what do you want to talk about?" Annie shined a smile and Julia couldn't get herself to return the face.
"It's Vicious. I'm not sure if I actually love him anymore. I met this other man and…God Annie, I don't know who I love." Julia felt the formation of tears in her eyes and she looked away.
"Here, have a drink." Annie poured a drink for herself then pulled another cup out for Julia, pouring the alcohol into it. "Now, what about this man? Who is it?"
"I don't think I should tell you. I just don't understand. I love Vicious, and yet, I love that other man as well. Annie, what the hell should I do?"
"Does this other man know that you care for him?"
"Not yet." Julia sighed. "I can't tell him. Vicious will hurt him. I just know it."
"You can't dwell on the past Julia. If you don't love Vicious, tell him that and leave him. That way you can be with that other man. Julia, tell Spike that you love him. It's the only way to happiness."
"Annie! How the fuck did you know that it was Spike?"
"Logic."
Julia said nothing, yet a small grin crawled upon her face. "You're right Annie. Thank you."