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.
Here is chapter five. Yup, that's all I have to say. ^-^
Chapter Five
~*~Julia's POV~*~
You haunt me. That's all you do Spike. I love you so deeply. Yet, I know that I can't love you. If Vicious found out he would kill you, tear you limb from limb while I watched. I love you too much to let that happen. Why must it be this way? So difficult to let my feelings show? Why do you love me?
The shower ran and slowly, she stepped in. The water ran down her body as she stood there, feeling the water droplets warm her soul. Free me God. Free me from this hell. "I can't live this way anymore. I can't stand to choose between these men. Why must both of them love me equally; and I love them as well?"
She heard her door open and she cursed. "Dammit." She shouted as she turned off the shower. She stepped out and wrapped a towel around her hair before she wrapped another around her body. "Hello?" she asked, stepping into her living room. She saw someone sitting on her couch and they turned.
"Julia," Vicious stated, his eyes warm with life, something Julia found quite unusual. "How are you darling? I haven't heard from you in quite some time. Is everything alright?" He stood and handed Julia a bouquet of roses. He smiled, not fully, but still a smile. She mimicked and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I'm fine. Everything is fine." She sighed as she entered her bedroom and he followed. "I can't have privacy?" She laughed as he shook his head. "So, how have you been?"
"As well as a man can be I suppose. Would you like to go out tonight? I'm not doing anything."
She looked up at him. "Sure," she said, pulling a shirt on over her head. "Where do you want to go?" She asked, removing the towel from her hair and shaking her head wildly. She began to brush her hair and Vicious removed the brush from her hand and began to brush it himself; another quite unusual act.
"I don't know. Possibly just dinner. But if you wanted, we could go to the bar after."
Just pray that Spike isn't there. Julia adjusted her collar, placing a thin gold chain around her neck.
"Julia, you can't where a plain chain like that." He removed the chain and placed something on it; then replaced it. "I'll be back around seven." He turned her head and raised it before he kissed her. "Good bye Julia."
"Vicious, wait. You haven't been here very long. Stay awhile. It's five. We could just go now." She fingered the pendant on the chain. In the mirror she noticed it was gold, like the chain, with a tiny burgundy jewel inside.
"I have things to do before we go. I promise I'll be back at seven." He made his way to the door and didn't utter another word as he left.
The couple entered the bar, laughing whole-heartedly. She turned her head and sited two men. Two familiar men. Spike. No, he's not here. My eyes are deceiving me.
"Vicious, Julia! Hey, come on over here. There's a couple of stools open." Mike had his hand raised above his head. Spike's arms were crossed, his head resting upon them when he was startled by his friend's shouts.
"Julia…" He pulled Mike's hand down. "What the fuck do you think your doing?"
"Hey, she's with Vicious." Vicious and Julia made their way closer and Spike looked up at her. Julia looked down at the ground.
Oh God. Why the hell did he have to be here? Her thoughts led her into a negative position, yet her heart felt like it was floating on thin air. "Hi Spike." She looked up at him and both looked at one another, smiling.
Julia placed a cigarette in the ashtray beside her bed as she sat up in her bed. "Fuck. I can't sleep." She reached for a magazine by her bed and flipped through it. Damn. Spike, why the hell am I thinking of him? She turned on her side looking at the time. "It's two." She laid her head back on her pillow and waited. She was awake for the remainder of the morning.
She got up the following morning to the sound of a knock at her front door. She opened the door, clutching a bathrobe around her body, to find him.
"Spike!"
He laughed. "You seem happy," he said sarcastically. "Just wake up?"
"Yeah, I did." Julia looked at Spike. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see if you wanted to go out for a coffee or something."
Her smile faded as she looked into his eyes. Haunting eyes, that drew her farther away from reality. "I'd love to. Really I would. But," She paused searching for words. "I didn't get any sleep last night. I'm going back to bed. I'm sorry."
His eyes dropped to the floor. "Hey, it's not a problem. I was just checking." He turned on his heel and headed down the hall."
"Is anything wrong Spike?" She opened her door wider and followed him out into the hall.
"No, nothing." He took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it. "When you see Vicious, tell him I said hello ok?" He continued down the hall and opened the door to the stairs. His footsteps echoed heavily as he made his way down.
Spike, I'm so sorry it has to be this way. I really am. I would stay with you in a heartbeat if I knew that Vicious wouldn't hurt you. She turned as she made her way into her bedroom. She sat on her bed and sighed.