Long time no see! I didn't get a lemon in this story, but . . . oh, just
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Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
Luck Be a Lady, End of Story
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Vicious and Spike looked at the man. He was aged, but his hair was still a solid black. Dye, Spike believed. His cold blue eyes flashed between the two. To Vicious, the man looked like he was experiencing the aftermath of a drug. (or whatever.) The man was smoking. As he stepped closer he shook off some of the ashes from his cigarette.
"Hello boys." The man greeted them, his voice was strong but there was a hint of caution in it.
Vicious grunted in response. The man smiled as he dropped his cigarette. Before it hit the ground, the man had thrown a kick at Vicious. Vicious, having seen it too late, was thrown back into the wall. Spike lunged at the man while his back was turned, but the leader of the White Tigers turned and caught his fist just in time.
He slowly began to push back his wrist. The look on his face was that of a dragon breathing down on a knight with no armor. Spike swung his other arm at the man. It hit him, but seemed not to phase him. Spike then began frantically trying to claw the man's hand away because his hand was beginning to get uncomfortable.
Vicious, who had finally regained his senses, retrieved his katana that had fallen. He swung the blade at the man sloppily. The man dodged and left go of Spike's hand. Spike rubbed his wrist lightly. The man grinned. Spike set a smirk on his face just to make the man think that he had missed something. The man wasn't falling for it.
Still, Spike kept the smirk on his face. The man backed up slightly so he could see both of the men in front of him. Vicious was finally fully recovered from the blow. Spike and Vicious read eachother, and they both charged the man at the same time. The man sidestepped and kicked Spike from the side. Vicious dodged Spike's sprawling body and rushed the man with his sword.
With a swift move, the man was to the side. Although Vicious missed hitting the man's chest, he sliced the man's shoulder. The man's first instinct was to grab his shoulder, but he resisted the urge. That would be showing weakness. And to a Dragon? That would just be fucking disgraceful. Spike, about to lunge after the man yet again, noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
Someone was emerging from the shadows of a hallway. With a good look, he noted that it was Steven, Destiny's brother. A few seconds after the man was out in the open, he turned and shot toward the hallway he just came out of. A few men emerged from the hallway, obviously chasing him. Steven snorted when he noticed Spike, Vicious, and the man(whose name shall not be mentioned).
"Weren't you supposed to be somewhere else?" Spike yelled.
"Do you really have to concern yourself with that now?" He yelled back.
Steven snatched at the 2-way receiver he had on. A man shot at him and he was forced to dodge. The bullet tore through his trench coat. Steven shot the man and his body slumped down to the ground, tripping the man behind him. Steven shot that man and returned his attention to those who were still standing. A man had his gun raised and Steven brought his gun up to shoot, but he found that it was empty.
A shot rang out and Steven was thrown back. He dropped the gun as he fell onto his back. He rolled over, reaching for the fallen man's gun as he grabbed the receiver again.
"Destiny we got some problems." He managed to cough out in the phone.
Blood dripped from his mouth slightly as another man shot him twice more in the back.
~*~
"Steven!" Destiny stood up from her seat in the car.
Faye looked at her curiously. Destiny repeated his name once more before throwing the device to the ground.
"Damnit." She growled as she walked to the trunk of her car.
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Vicious spent no time watching Steven die; he was still trying to kill the man before him. Spike, seeing that some of the men from the other side of the room were about to open fire on Vicious and him, ran off to the shadows of another hallway.
"Although your friend is an idiot for running into the hallway and not out the door, it would be wise for you to take his example and run away." The man stated.
Vicious kept his comments to himself as he lunged for the man, ignoring the shower of bullets around him. The man made an impossible block and hit Vicious in the stomach. Vicious countered by bringing the katana back around and hitting him in the side with the hilt. The man jerked to the side, but otherwise kept his balance.
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Spike, meanwhile was trudging down the hallway looking for any weapons. It was like the place had been cleaned up. There was hardly even any blood around. After what seemed to him like an hour, he came to a hallway that he had been through before. He grabbed a few guns and began making his way back to the main room.
Upon entering he noticed that no one was there, but you could still hear the footfalls to a hallway to the left of him. Spike quickly turned and shot a round of bullets down the hallway. Killing a few men and having some turn to face him, he picked off a few more. He ran down the hallway to find that Vicious was fighting half of the men and the leader wasn't there.
Spike gritted his teeth and shot more of them down while Vicious sliced and diced many of the members of the White Tiger Syndicate. Soon they had the men running from them. Vicious turned to a waiting Spike.
"Well, where'd he go?" Spike questioned.
"I . . . don't know." Vicious said, slightly out of breath.
Spike gave him a dirty look.
"You mean to tell me, that you were too busy with these idiots," he motioned at the bodies around him, "to see where their leader went?" He tried to stay calm.
"Yeah, that's what I meant to tell you, but since you figured it out, I'm not going to tell you it again." Vicious told him.
"And that was supposed to make sense?" Spike asked, more than a little annoyed.
"No, not exactly." Vicious admitted, cracking a slight grin.
"I hate you." Spike stated.
"Likewise. Well, he was in front of me, so I guess he's down there somewhere." Vicious said, motioning the opposite way Spike had come in.
"Well, that would make sense."
"Well then, why aren't we going down there yet?"
"Fine then, let's go."
"Ladies first."
"Why thank you." Spike grinned at Vicious as he ran by him.
Vicious stared at him for a minute.
"That was supposed to be an insult." He said more to himself than to Spike.
It wasn't like Spike could hear him now anyway. Vicious sighed and ran to catch up with Spike, who was looking down the few hallways that were connected to this one. None showed any evidence of the leader running down it. Actually, neither did the one they were on. What a day. Finally, spike veered off down another hallway.
Vicious followed him after stepping over a dead man. He was a Dragon. The only way Vicious could tell was by the symbol on the coat. Vicious didn't know the man personally. Spike noticed all of the other dead men that were Dragons. Very few were DizSteal, considering that most of them were stopping the ships and other buildings of the Tigers, but they were still there.
They entered a small room. It was large, but small compared to the rest of the rooms in this building. Spike was already fighting some people. Vicious retrieved a gun from the floor as Spike had done. He began shooting people that Spike either missed or didn't have time to deal with. Behind the men, Spike could see the leader wrapping a bandage around his shoulder where Vicious was cut him.
'It isn't very deep,' Spike thought, 'Vicious, you could have done better than that!'
Spike fought through the rest of the men that seemed to have suddenly turned their attention to something else. He was now in front of the leader again. The man looked condescendingly at Spike. He hated that look. It was time to wipe it off his face or, better yet, to rip off his face. Spike raised the gun and fired three times. The first bullet, which would have hit his stomach if he hadn't done a Matrix move, now hit his shoulder while the other two zoomed over his head.
Spike stared at the man in disbelief as he sprung back up like a flower that had only been bent by the wind. The difference? This man looked a lot worse than a flower. Spike smiled to himself. The man seemed confused at the smile, but ignored it. There were a few cries of pain behind him. He just thought that Vicious was watching his back.
Spike looked around the room for options. There was a balcony that he decided to try and stay away from and a few mirrors, a desk, and various chairs. A strange looking room that Spike couldn't figure out what it was used for. Spike shot the last bullet at the man without knowing it was the last bullet. There was a flash of metal and the bullet was reflected from the man, almost hitting Spike's foot.
Spike growled as he pulled the trigger yet again. The leader of the White Tigers smirked. Spike frowned and turned the gun around in his hand. He lunged at the leader with the butt of the gun in his hand.
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Many of the remaining men were now down the stairs shooting at two figures that were hiding behind the entrance wall. There was a grenade thrown. Faye scrambled after it, but Destiny got it first and quickly threw it back. It exploded din mid-air killing few men. Destiny grumbled something as she ran out shooting. Faye grabbed a grenade that she had handy and threw it at them.
Now there were only, lets say, thirty men left. Destiny and Faye were circling the walls and shooting in at the men. They didn't let anyone near them or the wall. Now, with only fifteen men left, Faye threw another grenade. One of the remaining men kicked it over Destiny's way. Her eyes widened as she ducked into a hallway and ran back into another room.
That was a mistake because the wall of that room blew up and shards of wood, brick and glass flew her way. None of the flying objects were big enough or hit her hard enough to really injure her. She ran back out, firing at the rest of the men. Faye threw another grenade, but this time no one kicked it.
Only three men survived now, two of them unable to move. Faye ridded them of the last standing man and killed one of the injured men. She walked over to the last man. He looked around her age. Faye shook her head. It was pitiful. She grabbed the man's trenchcoat.
"Where is your boss?" She questioned.
"Why would I tell you that?" He asked as if he could be a hero.
"Well, I could give you this gun with one bullet in it. For a mercy kill, ya know?" Faye looked at the gun as if she was interested in it.
"Hallway behind you. 14th door down. On the right." He stated.
She gave him the gun and patted him on the shoulder.
"Use it wisely." She told him, knowing he might want to shoot her in the back.
She checked her gun for ammo when she noticed Destiny sitting by the wall. Her face was hidden in the shadows of the used-to-be staircase.
"Destiny, come on!" She yelled.
Destiny didn't respond right away. She reluctantly got up. Faye could see her wiping her eyes. She wasn't crying, was she? Faye looked at the ground around Destiny and took a deep breath. It was her brother.
~*~
The leader of the syndicate had Spike hung over the balcony and Vicious thrown through the wall and barely conscious.
"When I'm done here, I'll destroy the rest of the Dragons and the DizSteal." He explained to Spike.
"Sorry, but I'm failing to see that rest of your syndicate that will do this for you." Spike said.
"Who said I needed them to help me?" he grinned.
He began to push Spike farther forward and over the top of the balcony. Faye rushed over. She hit the man in the head and grabbed Spike's arm, pulling him back onto her side of the balcony.
"That was supposed to hurt?" That man asked as he hit her with the back of his hand.
Faye went flying to the floor. He failed to see Destiny that had just entered the room.
"Burn in hell mother fucker." Destiny said.
Spike held the man so he couldn't dodge. Before he got a chance to reach for his gun Destiny had shot him up to five times. Spike jumped away in fear that she might hit him. She refrained from throwing the gun against the wall in anger in case she needed it getting out of there. Vicious tried crawling back through the wall. He looked at the leader of the tigers dead on the floor then back up at Destiny.
"I thought I heard you." He grinned.
Destiny acknowledged him, but didn't smile. Vicious looked at Faye. She waved it off in a 'talk about it later' matter, but Vicious already had a slight clue.
Spike sighed, "Let's get the heck outta here."
"I'll agree with you there." Destiny said as she walked over to help Vicious to his feet.
"I think we all agree." Faye said as she looked out of the room.
~*~THE END~*~
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Sorry I didn't do that lemon that I said I would! I'm still thinking that I might do that, but it is a HUGE might. And if I did, it would as a fic all its own probably. Well, I hope ya liked this, it was extra long!
I'd like to say thank-you to all of my reviewers and to the people that read this story! Bye Bye!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
Luck Be a Lady, End of Story
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Vicious and Spike looked at the man. He was aged, but his hair was still a solid black. Dye, Spike believed. His cold blue eyes flashed between the two. To Vicious, the man looked like he was experiencing the aftermath of a drug. (or whatever.) The man was smoking. As he stepped closer he shook off some of the ashes from his cigarette.
"Hello boys." The man greeted them, his voice was strong but there was a hint of caution in it.
Vicious grunted in response. The man smiled as he dropped his cigarette. Before it hit the ground, the man had thrown a kick at Vicious. Vicious, having seen it too late, was thrown back into the wall. Spike lunged at the man while his back was turned, but the leader of the White Tigers turned and caught his fist just in time.
He slowly began to push back his wrist. The look on his face was that of a dragon breathing down on a knight with no armor. Spike swung his other arm at the man. It hit him, but seemed not to phase him. Spike then began frantically trying to claw the man's hand away because his hand was beginning to get uncomfortable.
Vicious, who had finally regained his senses, retrieved his katana that had fallen. He swung the blade at the man sloppily. The man dodged and left go of Spike's hand. Spike rubbed his wrist lightly. The man grinned. Spike set a smirk on his face just to make the man think that he had missed something. The man wasn't falling for it.
Still, Spike kept the smirk on his face. The man backed up slightly so he could see both of the men in front of him. Vicious was finally fully recovered from the blow. Spike and Vicious read eachother, and they both charged the man at the same time. The man sidestepped and kicked Spike from the side. Vicious dodged Spike's sprawling body and rushed the man with his sword.
With a swift move, the man was to the side. Although Vicious missed hitting the man's chest, he sliced the man's shoulder. The man's first instinct was to grab his shoulder, but he resisted the urge. That would be showing weakness. And to a Dragon? That would just be fucking disgraceful. Spike, about to lunge after the man yet again, noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
Someone was emerging from the shadows of a hallway. With a good look, he noted that it was Steven, Destiny's brother. A few seconds after the man was out in the open, he turned and shot toward the hallway he just came out of. A few men emerged from the hallway, obviously chasing him. Steven snorted when he noticed Spike, Vicious, and the man(whose name shall not be mentioned).
"Weren't you supposed to be somewhere else?" Spike yelled.
"Do you really have to concern yourself with that now?" He yelled back.
Steven snatched at the 2-way receiver he had on. A man shot at him and he was forced to dodge. The bullet tore through his trench coat. Steven shot the man and his body slumped down to the ground, tripping the man behind him. Steven shot that man and returned his attention to those who were still standing. A man had his gun raised and Steven brought his gun up to shoot, but he found that it was empty.
A shot rang out and Steven was thrown back. He dropped the gun as he fell onto his back. He rolled over, reaching for the fallen man's gun as he grabbed the receiver again.
"Destiny we got some problems." He managed to cough out in the phone.
Blood dripped from his mouth slightly as another man shot him twice more in the back.
~*~
"Steven!" Destiny stood up from her seat in the car.
Faye looked at her curiously. Destiny repeated his name once more before throwing the device to the ground.
"Damnit." She growled as she walked to the trunk of her car.
~*~
Vicious spent no time watching Steven die; he was still trying to kill the man before him. Spike, seeing that some of the men from the other side of the room were about to open fire on Vicious and him, ran off to the shadows of another hallway.
"Although your friend is an idiot for running into the hallway and not out the door, it would be wise for you to take his example and run away." The man stated.
Vicious kept his comments to himself as he lunged for the man, ignoring the shower of bullets around him. The man made an impossible block and hit Vicious in the stomach. Vicious countered by bringing the katana back around and hitting him in the side with the hilt. The man jerked to the side, but otherwise kept his balance.
~*~
Spike, meanwhile was trudging down the hallway looking for any weapons. It was like the place had been cleaned up. There was hardly even any blood around. After what seemed to him like an hour, he came to a hallway that he had been through before. He grabbed a few guns and began making his way back to the main room.
Upon entering he noticed that no one was there, but you could still hear the footfalls to a hallway to the left of him. Spike quickly turned and shot a round of bullets down the hallway. Killing a few men and having some turn to face him, he picked off a few more. He ran down the hallway to find that Vicious was fighting half of the men and the leader wasn't there.
Spike gritted his teeth and shot more of them down while Vicious sliced and diced many of the members of the White Tiger Syndicate. Soon they had the men running from them. Vicious turned to a waiting Spike.
"Well, where'd he go?" Spike questioned.
"I . . . don't know." Vicious said, slightly out of breath.
Spike gave him a dirty look.
"You mean to tell me, that you were too busy with these idiots," he motioned at the bodies around him, "to see where their leader went?" He tried to stay calm.
"Yeah, that's what I meant to tell you, but since you figured it out, I'm not going to tell you it again." Vicious told him.
"And that was supposed to make sense?" Spike asked, more than a little annoyed.
"No, not exactly." Vicious admitted, cracking a slight grin.
"I hate you." Spike stated.
"Likewise. Well, he was in front of me, so I guess he's down there somewhere." Vicious said, motioning the opposite way Spike had come in.
"Well, that would make sense."
"Well then, why aren't we going down there yet?"
"Fine then, let's go."
"Ladies first."
"Why thank you." Spike grinned at Vicious as he ran by him.
Vicious stared at him for a minute.
"That was supposed to be an insult." He said more to himself than to Spike.
It wasn't like Spike could hear him now anyway. Vicious sighed and ran to catch up with Spike, who was looking down the few hallways that were connected to this one. None showed any evidence of the leader running down it. Actually, neither did the one they were on. What a day. Finally, spike veered off down another hallway.
Vicious followed him after stepping over a dead man. He was a Dragon. The only way Vicious could tell was by the symbol on the coat. Vicious didn't know the man personally. Spike noticed all of the other dead men that were Dragons. Very few were DizSteal, considering that most of them were stopping the ships and other buildings of the Tigers, but they were still there.
They entered a small room. It was large, but small compared to the rest of the rooms in this building. Spike was already fighting some people. Vicious retrieved a gun from the floor as Spike had done. He began shooting people that Spike either missed or didn't have time to deal with. Behind the men, Spike could see the leader wrapping a bandage around his shoulder where Vicious was cut him.
'It isn't very deep,' Spike thought, 'Vicious, you could have done better than that!'
Spike fought through the rest of the men that seemed to have suddenly turned their attention to something else. He was now in front of the leader again. The man looked condescendingly at Spike. He hated that look. It was time to wipe it off his face or, better yet, to rip off his face. Spike raised the gun and fired three times. The first bullet, which would have hit his stomach if he hadn't done a Matrix move, now hit his shoulder while the other two zoomed over his head.
Spike stared at the man in disbelief as he sprung back up like a flower that had only been bent by the wind. The difference? This man looked a lot worse than a flower. Spike smiled to himself. The man seemed confused at the smile, but ignored it. There were a few cries of pain behind him. He just thought that Vicious was watching his back.
Spike looked around the room for options. There was a balcony that he decided to try and stay away from and a few mirrors, a desk, and various chairs. A strange looking room that Spike couldn't figure out what it was used for. Spike shot the last bullet at the man without knowing it was the last bullet. There was a flash of metal and the bullet was reflected from the man, almost hitting Spike's foot.
Spike growled as he pulled the trigger yet again. The leader of the White Tigers smirked. Spike frowned and turned the gun around in his hand. He lunged at the leader with the butt of the gun in his hand.
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Many of the remaining men were now down the stairs shooting at two figures that were hiding behind the entrance wall. There was a grenade thrown. Faye scrambled after it, but Destiny got it first and quickly threw it back. It exploded din mid-air killing few men. Destiny grumbled something as she ran out shooting. Faye grabbed a grenade that she had handy and threw it at them.
Now there were only, lets say, thirty men left. Destiny and Faye were circling the walls and shooting in at the men. They didn't let anyone near them or the wall. Now, with only fifteen men left, Faye threw another grenade. One of the remaining men kicked it over Destiny's way. Her eyes widened as she ducked into a hallway and ran back into another room.
That was a mistake because the wall of that room blew up and shards of wood, brick and glass flew her way. None of the flying objects were big enough or hit her hard enough to really injure her. She ran back out, firing at the rest of the men. Faye threw another grenade, but this time no one kicked it.
Only three men survived now, two of them unable to move. Faye ridded them of the last standing man and killed one of the injured men. She walked over to the last man. He looked around her age. Faye shook her head. It was pitiful. She grabbed the man's trenchcoat.
"Where is your boss?" She questioned.
"Why would I tell you that?" He asked as if he could be a hero.
"Well, I could give you this gun with one bullet in it. For a mercy kill, ya know?" Faye looked at the gun as if she was interested in it.
"Hallway behind you. 14th door down. On the right." He stated.
She gave him the gun and patted him on the shoulder.
"Use it wisely." She told him, knowing he might want to shoot her in the back.
She checked her gun for ammo when she noticed Destiny sitting by the wall. Her face was hidden in the shadows of the used-to-be staircase.
"Destiny, come on!" She yelled.
Destiny didn't respond right away. She reluctantly got up. Faye could see her wiping her eyes. She wasn't crying, was she? Faye looked at the ground around Destiny and took a deep breath. It was her brother.
~*~
The leader of the syndicate had Spike hung over the balcony and Vicious thrown through the wall and barely conscious.
"When I'm done here, I'll destroy the rest of the Dragons and the DizSteal." He explained to Spike.
"Sorry, but I'm failing to see that rest of your syndicate that will do this for you." Spike said.
"Who said I needed them to help me?" he grinned.
He began to push Spike farther forward and over the top of the balcony. Faye rushed over. She hit the man in the head and grabbed Spike's arm, pulling him back onto her side of the balcony.
"That was supposed to hurt?" That man asked as he hit her with the back of his hand.
Faye went flying to the floor. He failed to see Destiny that had just entered the room.
"Burn in hell mother fucker." Destiny said.
Spike held the man so he couldn't dodge. Before he got a chance to reach for his gun Destiny had shot him up to five times. Spike jumped away in fear that she might hit him. She refrained from throwing the gun against the wall in anger in case she needed it getting out of there. Vicious tried crawling back through the wall. He looked at the leader of the tigers dead on the floor then back up at Destiny.
"I thought I heard you." He grinned.
Destiny acknowledged him, but didn't smile. Vicious looked at Faye. She waved it off in a 'talk about it later' matter, but Vicious already had a slight clue.
Spike sighed, "Let's get the heck outta here."
"I'll agree with you there." Destiny said as she walked over to help Vicious to his feet.
"I think we all agree." Faye said as she looked out of the room.
~*~THE END~*~
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Sorry I didn't do that lemon that I said I would! I'm still thinking that I might do that, but it is a HUGE might. And if I did, it would as a fic all its own probably. Well, I hope ya liked this, it was extra long!
I'd like to say thank-you to all of my reviewers and to the people that read this story! Bye Bye!
