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//FLASHBACK//
Spike jumped at the sound of pounding on his front door. He sat down the book he had been reading, went to the door, and opened it. Vicious was there, leaning against the wall. Spike could smell the booze on him as he stumbled into the apartment. He feel onto the couch. He look as if he hadn't slept in days.
"Heya Spike!"
"Vicious, what's the matter with you?"
"Nothing. Just had a couple of drinks. For a couple of days."
"A couple of days? How many days, Vicious?"
"Um....Three days, I think."
"Three?! Are you fucking crazy?!?"
"Yup."
"You're gonna kill yourself doing that!"
"Yup."
"You have to stop this."
"Why?"
"Because this isn't the way to deal with it."
"What the fuck do you know?"
"I know that your my friend and I don't want to see you kill yourself."
"I don't need a fucking lecture. Not from Mao. And not from you. Espically not from you."
"Well someone's got to talk some fucking sense into you."
"You have no fucking idea how I feel! This is the only way I can ease the pain."
"No it's not."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Christ Vicious! Do you think she'd want you to do this?"
"I don't know."
Vicious groaned then stumbled into the bathroom and began throwing up. Spike sat on the couch shaking his head. He strolled over to the bathroom just as Vicious finished washing his mouth out. He glared at Spike through the mirror.
"Don't fucking lecture me, Spiegel."
"......"
"......"
"You need to sober up. So you'll stay here tonight and get some sleep."
"What?"
"You. Here. Tonight. Sleeeeeep."
"Funny."
"Yeah, I've always thought so."
Vicious followed Spike into the bedroom and was handed some night cloths.
"You'll sleep in here tonight."
"Where will you sleep."
"Where else? The couch."
"You don't have to do this."
"No. But I want to. I understand you're upset."
"Don't start that again."
"Just listen to me. I understand that you're upset. No, I haven't lost someone that close to me. But I have lost someone. And believe me when I tell ya. This isn't the way to deal with it."
"I don't care. This is the fastest way to get rid of the pain. The best way."
"Jesus you won't listen will you?"
"No. And I'm no going to start now."
"Why?"
"Will you stop asking me that? I don't have a fucking answer for ya! Just drop it!"
"I'm not going to drop it! Does Mao kow you've been doing this?"
"Yes! And I had to hear a fucking hour long lecture from that bastard! So I don't need one from you!"
"Maybe you do."
"Fuck you."
"Maybe you need someone to tell you how stupid you're acting."
"Bite me."
"Oh for christ sake. Just get some sleep."
Spike headed for the door.
"Spike?"
"What?!"
"Thank you."
"Hey...no problem. What are friends for?"
He could see tears falling from Vicious's eyes.
"I have no fucking idead."
//END FLASHBACK//
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Faye entered the Red Dragon Building. A man drew his gun at her and she drew hers.
"What do you want?"
"I'm looking for someone. A woman by the name of Mariya. Mariya Yenrai."
"Is that some kind of fucking joke?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"Mariya Yenrai is dead. And so is her father."
"Mao?"
"Yes. Who are you?"
"A cowboy."
"You're a bounty hunter?"
"Yes. But I'm looking for someone. A former member. Spike Spiegel."
"He's gone. A woman came and took his body."
"Did you get a good look at her?"
"No."
A man walked up behind her.
"You just let this woman take his body?"
"Yeah. Why not? We have nothing to do with him anymore."
"Who took-"
She fell to the floor. A man picked her up and headed for the door.
"Soon the time will come. He'll wish he'd died with her that night."
He left.
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Vicious stood at his sister's grave and read the stone letters over and over. He still couldn't get over her death. Their parents had been high ranking members of the Red Dragons. They were murderd during a mission, and to keep them safe, Mao took them in and gave Mariya his last name. Calling her "his daughter." He could still remeber that first night at Mao's. Right after their parents died.
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"Vicious? Where's mommy and daddy?"
The young silver hair boy closed his eyes and clentched his fist to keep from crying.
"They went away."
"Where?"
"Somewhere far away."
"Are they coming back?"
Vicious choked back tears. He hated telling his little sister this. But somebody had to. He didn't want her finding out on her own.
"No," he said horsly.
He could see tears in his little sister's eyes."
"Don't they love us anymore?"
He knelt down and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Of course they love us."
"Then why did they go away?"
"Some bad people took them away."
"Why?"
"I....I don't know."
"Is it okay to cry?"
He choked out a response that sounding like "yes". He couldn't fight the tears anymore and the fell down his face. Mariya also broke down in tears and clutched on to her older brother. He was trying to be strong for his little sister. But now, for some reason, wasn't the time. Mariya looked up at him, tears in her eyes.
"Are we going away?"
He smiled.
"No. Where going to stay here. Mao is going to take care of us."
"Noone is going to take us away?"
"No. Don't worry. I'll protect you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
//END FLASHBACK//
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Vicious was on his knees saying a silent pray for his sister.
{I broke my promise. I'm sorry.}
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around and was stunned by the image before him.
"Mariya? H-How? Y-You're dead."
"Sort of."
"No this isn't real. You're dead. I saw you die."
Her grip tightened around the handle of the knife behind her back. Vicious didn't notice her bring it out and hold it behind him.
"Vicious look at me."
He looked at her with tearful eyes.
"You put on such a tough front Vicious. But you are really very caring."
"I miss you so much. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. If I had gotten there sooner, you wouldn't have died."
"Are you sure?"
"What?"
"Maybe it was you who had me killed."
"No. I wouldn't do that. You're my sister. You're the only family I have."
"The only family you 'had'. Now I'm dead. And it's because of you."
"Please don't say that. I would never want you dead. You know that."
"Do I? How do I know for sure?"
"Mariya, please. I feel horrible. I don't know how I can last without you."
"You won't have to."
"?"
His body jerked as she plunged the knife into his back. He fell backwards. Blood running from the wound. She held the knife over his heart. He looked at her with fear in his eyes.
"W-Why are you doing this?"
"Why not? You murdered me Vicious. I'm just returning the favor."
"Please, Mariya, don't do this."
"Sorry, Vicious."
She plunged the knife straight into his heart. He screamed.
//END FLASHBACK//
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Vicious awoke with a jerk. Cold sweat covered his body. He looked around and realized he was still in Spike's apartment. He carefully and quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the kitchen. He stopped to look at Spike sleeping on the couch. He smiled to himself and continued for the kitchen. He began to look through the cupboards.
"Fuck! Where does he keep it?"
"I got rid of it."
Vicious jumped at the sound of Spike's voice.
"Christ Spiegel. You scared the shit outta me."
"Really?"
"So what did you get rid of?"
"The whiskey I usually keep. And it was damn good whiskey too."
"Why?"
"Why? Look at you. You can't even go a few hours without a drink."
"I need it."
"No you don't."
"Yes. I. Do."
"The fuck you do!"
"Didn't we go through this already?"
"Yes. And of course none of it got through to your fucking head!"
Vicious grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
"Where the hell are you going?"
Vicious ignored him and left.
"Damn it!"
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A few hours later Spike was dragging him out of a bar.
"LET ME THE FUCK GO, SPIEGEL!!"
Spike threw him to the ground.
"What the fuck is your problem, Vicious?"
"I'm trying to get rid of the pain."
"There are other ways."
"Leave me alone."
"No, you're going to stop this or I'm going to beat the shit outta you 'till you stop."
Spike reached for Vicious but he slapped his hand away.
"Leave me alone."
"You're not going anywhere Vicious. Now let's go."
"Where?"
"To my place to sober up."
"Like hell I am."
He stumbled away.
"Look at you. You can hardly walk. Jesus Christ."
Spike reached for him again, but this time Vicious punched him in the face.
"FUCK!"
"I told you to leave me alone."
Spike tackled Vicious to the ground. They fought for almost ten mintues before Spike pinned him to the ground."
"GET OFF ME!!!"
"No. Not until you promise me you'll stop doing this."
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!!"
"Not until you promise me."
Vicious screamed in frustration. He stared at Spike with cold eyes.
"FUCK!"
"Will you promise?"
"If it means you'll get off me. Then, yes, I promise."
"Don't say it, if you don't mean it. I can stay here all night. And I've got you pinned pretty good. So you can't move. Not matter how hard you try."
Vicious let out a low growl. He knew Spike. He ment what he said. Finally he let out a sigh.
"I promise I'll stop."
Spike smiled.
"Thank you. And you're staying at my place until you do."
"What?"
"I want to make sure you get better. Even if it means locking your ass in the apartment."
"Fine. Now, can you let me up?"
"With pleasure."
Spike helped Vicious up off the ground then helped him walk back to his apartment.
"You'll get through this Vicious. I promise. But it's going to take time."
"I know."
"And I promise to be here to help you."
"Thank you, Spike."
"You're welcome."
//ENDFLASHBACK//
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//FLASHBACK//
Spike jumped at the sound of pounding on his front door. He sat down the book he had been reading, went to the door, and opened it. Vicious was there, leaning against the wall. Spike could smell the booze on him as he stumbled into the apartment. He feel onto the couch. He look as if he hadn't slept in days.
"Heya Spike!"
"Vicious, what's the matter with you?"
"Nothing. Just had a couple of drinks. For a couple of days."
"A couple of days? How many days, Vicious?"
"Um....Three days, I think."
"Three?! Are you fucking crazy?!?"
"Yup."
"You're gonna kill yourself doing that!"
"Yup."
"You have to stop this."
"Why?"
"Because this isn't the way to deal with it."
"What the fuck do you know?"
"I know that your my friend and I don't want to see you kill yourself."
"I don't need a fucking lecture. Not from Mao. And not from you. Espically not from you."
"Well someone's got to talk some fucking sense into you."
"You have no fucking idea how I feel! This is the only way I can ease the pain."
"No it's not."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Christ Vicious! Do you think she'd want you to do this?"
"I don't know."
Vicious groaned then stumbled into the bathroom and began throwing up. Spike sat on the couch shaking his head. He strolled over to the bathroom just as Vicious finished washing his mouth out. He glared at Spike through the mirror.
"Don't fucking lecture me, Spiegel."
"......"
"......"
"You need to sober up. So you'll stay here tonight and get some sleep."
"What?"
"You. Here. Tonight. Sleeeeeep."
"Funny."
"Yeah, I've always thought so."
Vicious followed Spike into the bedroom and was handed some night cloths.
"You'll sleep in here tonight."
"Where will you sleep."
"Where else? The couch."
"You don't have to do this."
"No. But I want to. I understand you're upset."
"Don't start that again."
"Just listen to me. I understand that you're upset. No, I haven't lost someone that close to me. But I have lost someone. And believe me when I tell ya. This isn't the way to deal with it."
"I don't care. This is the fastest way to get rid of the pain. The best way."
"Jesus you won't listen will you?"
"No. And I'm no going to start now."
"Why?"
"Will you stop asking me that? I don't have a fucking answer for ya! Just drop it!"
"I'm not going to drop it! Does Mao kow you've been doing this?"
"Yes! And I had to hear a fucking hour long lecture from that bastard! So I don't need one from you!"
"Maybe you do."
"Fuck you."
"Maybe you need someone to tell you how stupid you're acting."
"Bite me."
"Oh for christ sake. Just get some sleep."
Spike headed for the door.
"Spike?"
"What?!"
"Thank you."
"Hey...no problem. What are friends for?"
He could see tears falling from Vicious's eyes.
"I have no fucking idead."
//END FLASHBACK//
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Faye entered the Red Dragon Building. A man drew his gun at her and she drew hers.
"What do you want?"
"I'm looking for someone. A woman by the name of Mariya. Mariya Yenrai."
"Is that some kind of fucking joke?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"Mariya Yenrai is dead. And so is her father."
"Mao?"
"Yes. Who are you?"
"A cowboy."
"You're a bounty hunter?"
"Yes. But I'm looking for someone. A former member. Spike Spiegel."
"He's gone. A woman came and took his body."
"Did you get a good look at her?"
"No."
A man walked up behind her.
"You just let this woman take his body?"
"Yeah. Why not? We have nothing to do with him anymore."
"Who took-"
She fell to the floor. A man picked her up and headed for the door.
"Soon the time will come. He'll wish he'd died with her that night."
He left.
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//FLASHBACK//
Vicious stood at his sister's grave and read the stone letters over and over. He still couldn't get over her death. Their parents had been high ranking members of the Red Dragons. They were murderd during a mission, and to keep them safe, Mao took them in and gave Mariya his last name. Calling her "his daughter." He could still remeber that first night at Mao's. Right after their parents died.
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//FLASHBACK//
"Vicious? Where's mommy and daddy?"
The young silver hair boy closed his eyes and clentched his fist to keep from crying.
"They went away."
"Where?"
"Somewhere far away."
"Are they coming back?"
Vicious choked back tears. He hated telling his little sister this. But somebody had to. He didn't want her finding out on her own.
"No," he said horsly.
He could see tears in his little sister's eyes."
"Don't they love us anymore?"
He knelt down and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Of course they love us."
"Then why did they go away?"
"Some bad people took them away."
"Why?"
"I....I don't know."
"Is it okay to cry?"
He choked out a response that sounding like "yes". He couldn't fight the tears anymore and the fell down his face. Mariya also broke down in tears and clutched on to her older brother. He was trying to be strong for his little sister. But now, for some reason, wasn't the time. Mariya looked up at him, tears in her eyes.
"Are we going away?"
He smiled.
"No. Where going to stay here. Mao is going to take care of us."
"Noone is going to take us away?"
"No. Don't worry. I'll protect you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
//END FLASHBACK//
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Vicious was on his knees saying a silent pray for his sister.
{I broke my promise. I'm sorry.}
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around and was stunned by the image before him.
"Mariya? H-How? Y-You're dead."
"Sort of."
"No this isn't real. You're dead. I saw you die."
Her grip tightened around the handle of the knife behind her back. Vicious didn't notice her bring it out and hold it behind him.
"Vicious look at me."
He looked at her with tearful eyes.
"You put on such a tough front Vicious. But you are really very caring."
"I miss you so much. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. If I had gotten there sooner, you wouldn't have died."
"Are you sure?"
"What?"
"Maybe it was you who had me killed."
"No. I wouldn't do that. You're my sister. You're the only family I have."
"The only family you 'had'. Now I'm dead. And it's because of you."
"Please don't say that. I would never want you dead. You know that."
"Do I? How do I know for sure?"
"Mariya, please. I feel horrible. I don't know how I can last without you."
"You won't have to."
"?"
His body jerked as she plunged the knife into his back. He fell backwards. Blood running from the wound. She held the knife over his heart. He looked at her with fear in his eyes.
"W-Why are you doing this?"
"Why not? You murdered me Vicious. I'm just returning the favor."
"Please, Mariya, don't do this."
"Sorry, Vicious."
She plunged the knife straight into his heart. He screamed.
//END FLASHBACK//
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Vicious awoke with a jerk. Cold sweat covered his body. He looked around and realized he was still in Spike's apartment. He carefully and quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the kitchen. He stopped to look at Spike sleeping on the couch. He smiled to himself and continued for the kitchen. He began to look through the cupboards.
"Fuck! Where does he keep it?"
"I got rid of it."
Vicious jumped at the sound of Spike's voice.
"Christ Spiegel. You scared the shit outta me."
"Really?"
"So what did you get rid of?"
"The whiskey I usually keep. And it was damn good whiskey too."
"Why?"
"Why? Look at you. You can't even go a few hours without a drink."
"I need it."
"No you don't."
"Yes. I. Do."
"The fuck you do!"
"Didn't we go through this already?"
"Yes. And of course none of it got through to your fucking head!"
Vicious grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
"Where the hell are you going?"
Vicious ignored him and left.
"Damn it!"
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A few hours later Spike was dragging him out of a bar.
"LET ME THE FUCK GO, SPIEGEL!!"
Spike threw him to the ground.
"What the fuck is your problem, Vicious?"
"I'm trying to get rid of the pain."
"There are other ways."
"Leave me alone."
"No, you're going to stop this or I'm going to beat the shit outta you 'till you stop."
Spike reached for Vicious but he slapped his hand away.
"Leave me alone."
"You're not going anywhere Vicious. Now let's go."
"Where?"
"To my place to sober up."
"Like hell I am."
He stumbled away.
"Look at you. You can hardly walk. Jesus Christ."
Spike reached for him again, but this time Vicious punched him in the face.
"FUCK!"
"I told you to leave me alone."
Spike tackled Vicious to the ground. They fought for almost ten mintues before Spike pinned him to the ground."
"GET OFF ME!!!"
"No. Not until you promise me you'll stop doing this."
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!!"
"Not until you promise me."
Vicious screamed in frustration. He stared at Spike with cold eyes.
"FUCK!"
"Will you promise?"
"If it means you'll get off me. Then, yes, I promise."
"Don't say it, if you don't mean it. I can stay here all night. And I've got you pinned pretty good. So you can't move. Not matter how hard you try."
Vicious let out a low growl. He knew Spike. He ment what he said. Finally he let out a sigh.
"I promise I'll stop."
Spike smiled.
"Thank you. And you're staying at my place until you do."
"What?"
"I want to make sure you get better. Even if it means locking your ass in the apartment."
"Fine. Now, can you let me up?"
"With pleasure."
Spike helped Vicious up off the ground then helped him walk back to his apartment.
"You'll get through this Vicious. I promise. But it's going to take time."
"I know."
"And I promise to be here to help you."
"Thank you, Spike."
"You're welcome."
//ENDFLASHBACK//
