Disclaimer: I own Vicious cause I am his MOMMA. No, not really, I just love
him to pieces. He's so misunderstood...
A/N: Alrighty then... here's my Cowboy Bebop fic. Woo. Have fun!
"Give me a shot."
Vicious dropped himself on the barstool, ignoring the piercing and above all annoying stares of the people sporadically sitting around the smoky room. The female bartender sat a shot glass in front of him and filled it with whiskey. He narrowed his eyes as he felt something staring at him. He ignored it. He had been feeling that all today. He realized someone had been fallowing him, but he decided to do nothing about it. They would approach him and they would simply die. He wasn't in the mood to be pestered.
Vicious stared blankly at the glass and slowly lifted it, downing it in one gulp. Truthfully, he hated whiskey, but it was a way of just drowning everything. Spike should have died... should have died that day three years ago, should have died when he was thrown out the cathedral window, but for some reason he wouldn't go away. Wouldn't just DIE. He will die. And by his hands, too. And sure as hell would not be quick.
He called for another drink. It was brought; he drank half of it and came very near to sputtering it out. It wasn't the best thing he had ever tasted. He stared down into the half empty glass and saw nothing but a face in the liquid smiling warmly at him.
Julia.
Yeah, she was alive. He knew she was alive. He just didn't bother looking for the bitch. He just couldn't figure out why she didn't just leave him in peace and stop haunting him. She was dead in his mind. He had no other feelings for the girl, had no further desire to see her. But for some reason, he couldn't breath when he thought of her. His mind became clouded and congested, making him feel like he would explode.
He pushed that aside. There was someone; something else that wouldn't leave his thoughts but it was only a blurry memory. He couldn't remember a face or a name, but more like a feeling. A feeling of intense annoyance, but at the same time warmth he couldn't place. Odd.
And the damn feeling that something was watching him...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Who the hell are you? And it isn't Halloween." Vicious picked the little girl up by her bright orange collar and brought her face close to his own.
The little girl growled at him in an unnatural animal way, her nails beginning to dig into his hands deeper every second. He dropped her when a small trickle of blood began dripping down his hands.
"I am none of your business. Why aren't I invisible to you?! You aren't supposed to be able to see me!" She began checking her wristbands and belt ignoring Vicious' laughs.
"Kid, you aren't invisible to anything. Now go and find your mommy before I take the initiative to kill you myself."
She stopped her fiddling with her belt and glared sourly up at Vicious. "Listen, dick. My mother is dead. I'm here by myself. And I can be invisible, you are just ...special somehow."
"Special as in I'm not totally insane yet." He watched her as she went back to messing with her belt buckle. He could see small buttons inside of it now, all of which she was pushing. He watched in amazement as she flickered like a hologram and finally disappeared, only to come back.
She glanced up at him expectantly, waiting for something.
Vicious glanced sideways at her. "How'd you do that?"
The girl groaned and rolled her eyes. Something wasn't working right. "Aw, man! This sucks..." She tried to walk out the door but Vicious saw something he didn't expect; a tail swished behind her in time with her steps. He grabbed the back of her shirt.
"Answer my question. And tell me why you look the way you do. It isn't natural."
"No shit..." She mumbled. "These wrist bands and stuff counteract with the light and make it practically impossible for people to see me. My only guess to how you can see me is the same reason as to why one of the elders can: it's the exact efficiency of your vision. As for my looks, that something more personal. Now, back off." She shrugged him off and walked out the door. It wasn't the last time he had seen her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vicious shook his head and got up, walking toward the door. He heard someone calling out to him to stop and pay, probably the bartender. He merely flashed her a glance of his katana and continued walking out to the street.
He welcomed the cold rush of air to try and calm the choking in his throat. Memories always did suck for him. He walked down an alley to try and take a short cut to his newly bought house in the middle of a secluded area hidden in a forest. It was something he needed: to be isolated from people as much as possible. His large bird came from somewhere in the shadows and landed on his shoulder, adding un-needed weight to the left side of his body. He didn't care, though.
He was lost in the hell he dubbed his thoughts, when he felt the familiar feeling of a gun stabbing into his back. (A/N: that sounds funny... 'I can't believe you'd take a gun and stab me in the back right in front of my eyes!!') He stopped and smirked. Oh, the irony. He felt the man back away and others snicker. Were these the people fallowing him? No...they didn't seem competent. No, but that just meant that he didn't have time for this... he fingered the katana under his coat and closed his eyes counting to ten. "I'm not in the mood to be annoyed by idiots like you."
The other two men slowly began advancing and drawing guns. The man in the center, whom had first intercepted Vicious, spoke first. "I'm not in the mood to play games with you either. Just give me your money and we'll be on our way."
"Why don't you just-." He turned angrily to the men quickly drawing his katana to them in a fuming attempt to kill. The bird stayed perched on his shoulder like it had seen a hundred ordeals like that before.
The faces of his 'attackers' (and I use that term very loosely) were confused and frightened. A loud hiss echoed through the air and the guns where knocked out of the men's hands and one after the other the where being knocked out by an invisible opponent. That's it... he knew what was going on.
All of them quickly became K.O.ed and flew to some god-forsaken corner of the alley to bleed themselves to death. The being began to flicker in and out of Vicious' vision and soon became clear, although blurry and slightly discolored.
He recognized the curly mass of naturally blonde and black striped hair as well as the white and black striped tail that swished behind her in a provocative manor. He noticed that now that the threat was gone her nails began slowly retracting back into her fingers and the black stripes that were tattooed along her arms. The glistening fangs, the slit honey eyes, and the slightly pointed ears... it couldn't be. He smirked. It was.
"Natasia."
She glanced over at him, and they made eye contact. Her eyes were different now; they held more wisdom and knowing, as though she had seen everything there was to see. She looked at him sadly and he looked at her in the equivalent of whatever Vicious could muster as surprise. "Natasia?" He said again.
She began walking over to him, but stopping when she heard the sound of sirens and gunshots. She quickly disappeared in a sudden flicker, then a trashcan falling somewhere behind him and the soft padding of feet on the roof to his left signaled that she had left. It was her who had been stalking him. Either that or the memory had been haunting him. She couldn't have been... Besides, she looked around his age if not a little younger. That wasn't possible. He really needed a new girl friend...
He began walking again to his house, trying to ignore that... scene that happened. Who was she? She was exactly like Natasia, and the odds of another hybrid cat/human were somewhat slim.
~*~*~*~*~*~*Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vicious walked into his temporary apartment only to find the cat girl sitting and reading a book on his couch, her tail curling and uncurling at the end like a lounging felines would. She looked about fourteen years old, apposed to the seven not too long ago. Her hair was shorter, but still very curly and her taste in mismatched clothing stayed the same. He had often wondered why she seemed to age so fast. He figured it was a kid thing.
Vicious glared at her as she waved a short hi to him, not bothering to look up, still enthralled with her book. "Why don't you leave me alone and find someone else to piss off?" He hissed and walked to the kitchen.
Natasia put her book down and walked to the kitchen as well, watching Vicious get into the refrigerator. "Because. I've made it my life goal to drive you mad."
"Good job. You're getting close." He began walking out, bringing a beer along, going to the living room. Natasia bounded along behind him, hopping up and down.
"Guess what today is!"
"Shut up."
"It's my eighth birthday today! Aren't you happy?!" She stood next to the couch where he sat, him staring at her with malice and a small amount of surprise.
"Your eighth birthday?" She nodded. "Bull shit." He took a gulp of his beer.
"It doesn't matter what you think cause its true. Are you going out with Julia tonight or are you going to stay here with everyone's favorite hybrid human cat?"
"Well, you can sure as hell guarantee that I won't stay here." He said sourly, taking another gulp of his beverage (A/N: I love that word... beverage.).
Natasia rolled her eyes and sat on the couch next to him and glared. Vicious had seen that glare many a time before, and no matter how many times she used it on him, he couldn't help but be made a little uncomfortable under the devious stare. It meant that she didn't like him at the moment, which was okay with him as long as she didn't try anything like she had last time with the Vaseline all over the tiles on the bathroom floor.
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Whatever he had seen he had figured it was a mere delusion his brain had thought up to reserve what sanity he had left. Had to be.
He soon found himself in the forest of where his house was, the darkness being broken through by the beams of the stars and moon. He heard the soft rustling of leaves and twigs ever once in a while, sensing something, but also disregarding it.
There were a few twigs that snapped and the branches of the trees rustled louder than the norm, causing Vicious to go on guard. He stopped and listened to the surrounding area, until there was a thump only a few feet in front of him, then the flickering of an individual in front of him. The flickering continued and he could barley make out the form of a woman rising from a crouched position on the ground then stand to face him.
Vicious smirked at her and she looked at him totally devoid of any emotion. "Natasia."
"Vicious." She acknowledged.
Vicious continued his walk to his house, now coming into view through the foliage of the trees. "It's about time my stalker decided to show themselves."
Natasia nodded and fallowed, trying to get up the courage to speak. She had to do this as a smaller child; every time he came into the same room as her she had to swallow the lump in her throat to try and speak. He probably didn't know that; he always said she had diarrhea of the mouth.
"What do you want? And what happened to you? You seem to have aged a great deal since we last met." He noticed, trying to sound as annoyed as possible. She was back; the same person he had been musing about. Only... older. She turned to him and flickered once, before becoming stable.
"Nice to see you too, Vicious. I age like a quarter cat, remember? But I'm not here to show you that. I came to warn you." Natasia's voice was slightly hissed due to her fangs, and her tail swished happily, counteracting her dark mood. She glanced at his bird and narrowed her eyes, baring her fangs then let out a low growl.
"Kid, what could you possibly tell me that could be of any use to me? Go home."
Natasia ignored him and continued, narrowing her eyes every so often at the bird. "The elders have a hefty amount of people looking out for you. Something about betrayal. You need to hide."
Natasia hadn't seen him in a long time. He had hated her when she was a child, but he was her mentor whether he liked it or not. It was different to see him now, though. She was older now, and... oh, it didn't matter.
"Why are you caveatting me? I could care less if I die or not. Besides, my fate shall be shared with you now that you've taken the initiative to notify me. You know that." He shoved his hands in his pockets. He didn't need anything like her around... he thought.
She ran to catch up with him and walked at his side. The bird shrieked at her but she merely hissed at it, causing it to flee. She turned back to the chuckling Vicious. "Yeah, I know that, but I could care less. They've got the same people out for me. They know where you are. Not the exact location, but close enough. Besides, it's interesting to see you again. You're... different somehow. More angry, I think."
"As much as I'm enjoying this reunion, I think you had better leave me alone. I'm not necessarily in the mood to talk to you."
She looked bored. "You mean you're remembering things? You always do this when something comes back from the depths of that head of yours."
Vicious' eyes became somewhat wide and he stopped, glancing at her. She always read him like this. She had done it as a kid...she was *older* now. For some reason he had a burst of kindness. "Come on, kid. You can stay at my place tonight."
He picked up his stride walking toward the front of the house. Natasia had to practically jog to keep up with him. "I'm not a kid any more. Do I look like a kid?"
A/N: Well, I'm not really proud, but it's all gravy. Review and let me know what you think. Five reviews or no next chapter.
A/N: Alrighty then... here's my Cowboy Bebop fic. Woo. Have fun!
"Give me a shot."
Vicious dropped himself on the barstool, ignoring the piercing and above all annoying stares of the people sporadically sitting around the smoky room. The female bartender sat a shot glass in front of him and filled it with whiskey. He narrowed his eyes as he felt something staring at him. He ignored it. He had been feeling that all today. He realized someone had been fallowing him, but he decided to do nothing about it. They would approach him and they would simply die. He wasn't in the mood to be pestered.
Vicious stared blankly at the glass and slowly lifted it, downing it in one gulp. Truthfully, he hated whiskey, but it was a way of just drowning everything. Spike should have died... should have died that day three years ago, should have died when he was thrown out the cathedral window, but for some reason he wouldn't go away. Wouldn't just DIE. He will die. And by his hands, too. And sure as hell would not be quick.
He called for another drink. It was brought; he drank half of it and came very near to sputtering it out. It wasn't the best thing he had ever tasted. He stared down into the half empty glass and saw nothing but a face in the liquid smiling warmly at him.
Julia.
Yeah, she was alive. He knew she was alive. He just didn't bother looking for the bitch. He just couldn't figure out why she didn't just leave him in peace and stop haunting him. She was dead in his mind. He had no other feelings for the girl, had no further desire to see her. But for some reason, he couldn't breath when he thought of her. His mind became clouded and congested, making him feel like he would explode.
He pushed that aside. There was someone; something else that wouldn't leave his thoughts but it was only a blurry memory. He couldn't remember a face or a name, but more like a feeling. A feeling of intense annoyance, but at the same time warmth he couldn't place. Odd.
And the damn feeling that something was watching him...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Who the hell are you? And it isn't Halloween." Vicious picked the little girl up by her bright orange collar and brought her face close to his own.
The little girl growled at him in an unnatural animal way, her nails beginning to dig into his hands deeper every second. He dropped her when a small trickle of blood began dripping down his hands.
"I am none of your business. Why aren't I invisible to you?! You aren't supposed to be able to see me!" She began checking her wristbands and belt ignoring Vicious' laughs.
"Kid, you aren't invisible to anything. Now go and find your mommy before I take the initiative to kill you myself."
She stopped her fiddling with her belt and glared sourly up at Vicious. "Listen, dick. My mother is dead. I'm here by myself. And I can be invisible, you are just ...special somehow."
"Special as in I'm not totally insane yet." He watched her as she went back to messing with her belt buckle. He could see small buttons inside of it now, all of which she was pushing. He watched in amazement as she flickered like a hologram and finally disappeared, only to come back.
She glanced up at him expectantly, waiting for something.
Vicious glanced sideways at her. "How'd you do that?"
The girl groaned and rolled her eyes. Something wasn't working right. "Aw, man! This sucks..." She tried to walk out the door but Vicious saw something he didn't expect; a tail swished behind her in time with her steps. He grabbed the back of her shirt.
"Answer my question. And tell me why you look the way you do. It isn't natural."
"No shit..." She mumbled. "These wrist bands and stuff counteract with the light and make it practically impossible for people to see me. My only guess to how you can see me is the same reason as to why one of the elders can: it's the exact efficiency of your vision. As for my looks, that something more personal. Now, back off." She shrugged him off and walked out the door. It wasn't the last time he had seen her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~End Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vicious shook his head and got up, walking toward the door. He heard someone calling out to him to stop and pay, probably the bartender. He merely flashed her a glance of his katana and continued walking out to the street.
He welcomed the cold rush of air to try and calm the choking in his throat. Memories always did suck for him. He walked down an alley to try and take a short cut to his newly bought house in the middle of a secluded area hidden in a forest. It was something he needed: to be isolated from people as much as possible. His large bird came from somewhere in the shadows and landed on his shoulder, adding un-needed weight to the left side of his body. He didn't care, though.
He was lost in the hell he dubbed his thoughts, when he felt the familiar feeling of a gun stabbing into his back. (A/N: that sounds funny... 'I can't believe you'd take a gun and stab me in the back right in front of my eyes!!') He stopped and smirked. Oh, the irony. He felt the man back away and others snicker. Were these the people fallowing him? No...they didn't seem competent. No, but that just meant that he didn't have time for this... he fingered the katana under his coat and closed his eyes counting to ten. "I'm not in the mood to be annoyed by idiots like you."
The other two men slowly began advancing and drawing guns. The man in the center, whom had first intercepted Vicious, spoke first. "I'm not in the mood to play games with you either. Just give me your money and we'll be on our way."
"Why don't you just-." He turned angrily to the men quickly drawing his katana to them in a fuming attempt to kill. The bird stayed perched on his shoulder like it had seen a hundred ordeals like that before.
The faces of his 'attackers' (and I use that term very loosely) were confused and frightened. A loud hiss echoed through the air and the guns where knocked out of the men's hands and one after the other the where being knocked out by an invisible opponent. That's it... he knew what was going on.
All of them quickly became K.O.ed and flew to some god-forsaken corner of the alley to bleed themselves to death. The being began to flicker in and out of Vicious' vision and soon became clear, although blurry and slightly discolored.
He recognized the curly mass of naturally blonde and black striped hair as well as the white and black striped tail that swished behind her in a provocative manor. He noticed that now that the threat was gone her nails began slowly retracting back into her fingers and the black stripes that were tattooed along her arms. The glistening fangs, the slit honey eyes, and the slightly pointed ears... it couldn't be. He smirked. It was.
"Natasia."
She glanced over at him, and they made eye contact. Her eyes were different now; they held more wisdom and knowing, as though she had seen everything there was to see. She looked at him sadly and he looked at her in the equivalent of whatever Vicious could muster as surprise. "Natasia?" He said again.
She began walking over to him, but stopping when she heard the sound of sirens and gunshots. She quickly disappeared in a sudden flicker, then a trashcan falling somewhere behind him and the soft padding of feet on the roof to his left signaled that she had left. It was her who had been stalking him. Either that or the memory had been haunting him. She couldn't have been... Besides, she looked around his age if not a little younger. That wasn't possible. He really needed a new girl friend...
He began walking again to his house, trying to ignore that... scene that happened. Who was she? She was exactly like Natasia, and the odds of another hybrid cat/human were somewhat slim.
~*~*~*~*~*~*Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Vicious walked into his temporary apartment only to find the cat girl sitting and reading a book on his couch, her tail curling and uncurling at the end like a lounging felines would. She looked about fourteen years old, apposed to the seven not too long ago. Her hair was shorter, but still very curly and her taste in mismatched clothing stayed the same. He had often wondered why she seemed to age so fast. He figured it was a kid thing.
Vicious glared at her as she waved a short hi to him, not bothering to look up, still enthralled with her book. "Why don't you leave me alone and find someone else to piss off?" He hissed and walked to the kitchen.
Natasia put her book down and walked to the kitchen as well, watching Vicious get into the refrigerator. "Because. I've made it my life goal to drive you mad."
"Good job. You're getting close." He began walking out, bringing a beer along, going to the living room. Natasia bounded along behind him, hopping up and down.
"Guess what today is!"
"Shut up."
"It's my eighth birthday today! Aren't you happy?!" She stood next to the couch where he sat, him staring at her with malice and a small amount of surprise.
"Your eighth birthday?" She nodded. "Bull shit." He took a gulp of his beer.
"It doesn't matter what you think cause its true. Are you going out with Julia tonight or are you going to stay here with everyone's favorite hybrid human cat?"
"Well, you can sure as hell guarantee that I won't stay here." He said sourly, taking another gulp of his beverage (A/N: I love that word... beverage.).
Natasia rolled her eyes and sat on the couch next to him and glared. Vicious had seen that glare many a time before, and no matter how many times she used it on him, he couldn't help but be made a little uncomfortable under the devious stare. It meant that she didn't like him at the moment, which was okay with him as long as she didn't try anything like she had last time with the Vaseline all over the tiles on the bathroom floor.
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Whatever he had seen he had figured it was a mere delusion his brain had thought up to reserve what sanity he had left. Had to be.
He soon found himself in the forest of where his house was, the darkness being broken through by the beams of the stars and moon. He heard the soft rustling of leaves and twigs ever once in a while, sensing something, but also disregarding it.
There were a few twigs that snapped and the branches of the trees rustled louder than the norm, causing Vicious to go on guard. He stopped and listened to the surrounding area, until there was a thump only a few feet in front of him, then the flickering of an individual in front of him. The flickering continued and he could barley make out the form of a woman rising from a crouched position on the ground then stand to face him.
Vicious smirked at her and she looked at him totally devoid of any emotion. "Natasia."
"Vicious." She acknowledged.
Vicious continued his walk to his house, now coming into view through the foliage of the trees. "It's about time my stalker decided to show themselves."
Natasia nodded and fallowed, trying to get up the courage to speak. She had to do this as a smaller child; every time he came into the same room as her she had to swallow the lump in her throat to try and speak. He probably didn't know that; he always said she had diarrhea of the mouth.
"What do you want? And what happened to you? You seem to have aged a great deal since we last met." He noticed, trying to sound as annoyed as possible. She was back; the same person he had been musing about. Only... older. She turned to him and flickered once, before becoming stable.
"Nice to see you too, Vicious. I age like a quarter cat, remember? But I'm not here to show you that. I came to warn you." Natasia's voice was slightly hissed due to her fangs, and her tail swished happily, counteracting her dark mood. She glanced at his bird and narrowed her eyes, baring her fangs then let out a low growl.
"Kid, what could you possibly tell me that could be of any use to me? Go home."
Natasia ignored him and continued, narrowing her eyes every so often at the bird. "The elders have a hefty amount of people looking out for you. Something about betrayal. You need to hide."
Natasia hadn't seen him in a long time. He had hated her when she was a child, but he was her mentor whether he liked it or not. It was different to see him now, though. She was older now, and... oh, it didn't matter.
"Why are you caveatting me? I could care less if I die or not. Besides, my fate shall be shared with you now that you've taken the initiative to notify me. You know that." He shoved his hands in his pockets. He didn't need anything like her around... he thought.
She ran to catch up with him and walked at his side. The bird shrieked at her but she merely hissed at it, causing it to flee. She turned back to the chuckling Vicious. "Yeah, I know that, but I could care less. They've got the same people out for me. They know where you are. Not the exact location, but close enough. Besides, it's interesting to see you again. You're... different somehow. More angry, I think."
"As much as I'm enjoying this reunion, I think you had better leave me alone. I'm not necessarily in the mood to talk to you."
She looked bored. "You mean you're remembering things? You always do this when something comes back from the depths of that head of yours."
Vicious' eyes became somewhat wide and he stopped, glancing at her. She always read him like this. She had done it as a kid...she was *older* now. For some reason he had a burst of kindness. "Come on, kid. You can stay at my place tonight."
He picked up his stride walking toward the front of the house. Natasia had to practically jog to keep up with him. "I'm not a kid any more. Do I look like a kid?"
A/N: Well, I'm not really proud, but it's all gravy. Review and let me know what you think. Five reviews or no next chapter.