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.
Again, I'm sorry about the delay in posting. I've been at singing camp for the past week. I had planned on getting it posted before camp…but, I didn't. ^-^ Well, here it is now!
Chapter Four
~*~Spike's POV~*~
You left me standing alone in the rain. Something is wrong Julia and I am determined to find out what it is. I love you more than anything. More than anyone I have ever known. I don't understand why though. I don't feel that you love me in return. Why must I have these affections towards you? Let's just run away Julia. Run away with me. Brinde a la rosa y hombre que no vive. I heard that in some Spanish movie. It means something like, drink to the rose and the man that doesn't live. It fits us, you being the rose and I being the man that doesn't live. Because I don't live, I can't live without you.
"Julia," he whispered as he stood there, rain running down his face and jacket. He watched as she departed and drove down the street. "Damn," he cursed. He leaned against the wall of her apartment, lighted a cigarette and placed it in his mouth.
"Something is wrong. I know it is. But, you'll tell me at some point, won't you? It has to do with Vicious." He sighed. I have a feeling that she is avoiding him, and me. Is there something she doesn't want us to know?
Spike opened the door to his small apartment building and threw his jacket onto the couch, before putting out his cigarette. He sat on the couch, his thoughts dragging him back to Julia. "She seemed happy, at first, to see me. Then she turned as if she realized she was about to tell a secret." He reached for the remote and turned on the TV.
"Just stay with me."
"I can't…"
"Then runaway with me. Then, no one will know. We can love each other and no one can stop us."
"John, he will find us. There's nowhere we can go without him finding us."
"Shelly, we'll find a way."
"We'll never-"
Changing the channel, Spike cursed. "Damn soap operas. All they ever talk about is love. There's no such thing as true love in life. I've proved that already." He laid back, his head hanging over the edge of the couch. He stopped changing the channels when he heard unfamiliar words being uttered from the television.
"Brinde a la rosa y hombre que no vive."
"Yeah, ok. Now, what the fuck does it mean?" He stared angrily at the screen before a caption popped up, reading:
"Drink to the rose and the man that doesn't live."
"Well, we all know which one I am." Spike sighed. "I have the worst headache. I need a drink." He went to his refrigerator and removed a beer before he continued onto his bathroom. From there, he retrieved, from a large bottle, two aspirin. He took a drink from the beer before swallowing the pills, putting them down with a small glass of water.
He closed his bathroom door and entered his bedroom. Dirty clothes hung out of a basket while old papers and magazines made a carpet on the hardwood floor. He removed his shirt and lay down on his bed; one hand gripping his head, the other wrapped around the bottle.
He was asleep before she arrived at his door. He awoke as he heard a soft knock on the door. "Hello?" he said, sleepily as he opened the door. "Julia? What are-?"
"I came to apologize. You know, about earlier. I was so mean, you only wanted to figure out what was wrong." She smiled. "So, do you forgive me?"
He rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, let me get something on. You can sit there." He pointed to the couch. "I'll be right back."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in bed. I'll just come back some other time." Julia blushed. "Good bye." She waved as she shut the door behind her.
"Good bye." He frowned slightly. Shortly thereafter, his phone rang. He looked at the number before he picked up the phone. "Vicious, what the hell do you want? I have the worst fucking hangover and I'm tired."
"Have you seen Julia? I called her place and no one answered."
"She's probably at the bar or something. I haven't seen her." Spike hated lying to his closest friend, but he also knew that if he told the truth, there would be trouble.
"Oh, alright. Thank you Spike." Vicious hung up the phone and Spike mimicked.
"The only reason I seem to back away is because of him." He sighed. "I'm far to loyal. If it was anyone else's girl, I wouldn't give a damn."
No matter how much I want to deny it, my life is a fucking soap opera. He sighed. "This is ridiculous. I'm going back to bed." Spike held his head. "After I take another aspirin."
He awoke once again that night, swearing he had heard her voice. "Julia?" He called out to her. He got out of his bed and walked into the room he called his living room. A punching bag hung from the ceiling and weights lined the walls. A small two-person couch sat in the middle and a tiny table was placed in front of it, only occupied by a few empty bottles, some old magazines and an ashtray.
He sat on his couch. "Spike, you're going insane. Stop thinking about her before you go mad." He sighed.
But you can't. You know that you can't. She's imprinted in your soul Spike. You have two choices. You could hurt her and yourself, or you could break your trust with Vicious for her. Either way, you're screwed.
"I hate it when I talk to myself." He walked over to his bathroom and looked into the mirror. Two different colored eyes looked back at him. "I know what I should do. But, it's not right."