Disclaimer- Cowboy Bebop is not mine. Making no money, have no malicious intent. The
cockroach thing used is from somewhere else. And the "no place for someone like you"
part is similar to something Mikage Souji said in an episode of Revolutionary Girl Utena.
The lyrics at the end and the title are taken from Gollum's Song from LotR (Two Towers.)
Those don't belong to me, either.
Author's Note- Just my take on Spike and Vicious back then. I've only seen up to episode
7, anyway, though come to think of it seeing some of the comments, I have read a few spoilers,
so that probably explains the relevance to the ending.
Falling Rain
by Starbrigid
***************************
These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told,
The hurt and the blame.
And we will wait
To be so alone
We are lost,
We can never go home.
***************************
"Ne, Vicious?"
He turned to look at his partner. He and Spike were both strewn out on the ground, surrounded by
bloody corpses from the gunfight. Exhausted, neither of them had any particular desire to move
just yet, despite the fading red-gold sky.
"Eh?"
"Do you believe in God?"
Vicious jerked, surprised, to stare at Spike. He hadn't expected such a question from someone
like Spike, but he gave it a split second of serious thought before replying,
"No."
Spike blinked. "Why not?"
Vicious snorted. "Why would *I*, Spike?" He asked coolly. "Think about it."
Spike shrugged. "Should have seen that one coming, I guess."
"Why? Do you believe in God?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Why do you?"
Spike shrugged, a shadow passing across his normally cheerful visage. "Because ever since I was
little, I was taught to. You can't just change something like that out of the blue, you know."
Vicious recognized the danger and hurriedly changed the subject. He and Spike had an
unspoken agreement. They didn't talk about their pasts. That was a barrier that he didn't really
want to breach between them.
"And what about the devil?" Vicious asked. "Can't forget him, neh?"
"He's part of the package, isn't he?" Spike smirked. "I believe in him, too... Vicious."
Vicious' eyes narrowed and he gazed at Spike seriously. "Than how can you live the life
you do, knowing that any moment you might die and be sent straight to the devil's place
for the things you've done?"
Spike sat up and flashed a winning smile at the man beside him. "See, Hell wouldn't be so
bad for me. Bet the Devil and I could work out an understanding, the two of us. And if we
didn't..." Spike made a gun with his hand, cocking the thumb and pointing the index
finger, and traced it slowly, lingeringly down Vicious' face.
"Bang," he whispered.
Vicious hurriedly turned away, suddenly shivering, yet feeling uncomfortably the warmth where the
curve of his hip brushed past Spike's. He favored his left side, the one not ever so slightly
pressed against Spike's warmth- a bullet had grazed it. "Will you ever grow up, Spike?" He asked,
forcing a derisive smirk.
"No," Spike said cheerfully. "I guess I'm doomed just to be carefree and happy while you
wither your life away being world-weary and depressed."
"Yeah," Vicious murmured. "I guess so, Spike."
"Ne, Vicious?"
"Eh?"
"How do YOU manage living the life we do, if you don't believe in ANYTHING?" Spike asked, as
frustrated as Vicious was- okay, he had to admit it- scared. Spike's query was spoken with the
tone of a joke, but it was clearly more serious.
"I do believe in some things." Vicious pointed out.
"Yeah?" Spike asked curiously. "What?"
Vicious paused to think for a second, then replied, "I believe in myself."
"Eh?" Spike blinked.
"I trust in my own judgment, my abilities with a gun and a sword." As he mentioned his
sword, he stroked the katana at his side in a lazy, almost sensual manner, if it was possible
for a cool, detached man like him to ever evoke such a thing.
Of course he believed in his ability to... kill.
Spike grinned. "You would, wouldn't you." Vicious had always been rather arrogant. The first
time the two of them had sparred, he'd taught the confident young man a thing or two, though.
Vicious turned and caught Spike's eyes. "And I believe in you."
Spike was caught off guard. "Wha?"
Vicious made an elegant gesture, indicating for the other warrior not to take it so seriously.
"Don't read too much into it. I just mean that I know I'm safe in a gunfight when I'm with you
because of your skills. You're the kind of person who always comes out, if not on top, but
breathing." He smirked. When Vicious smirked, it had a particularly disconcerting effect on his
pale, narrow face. "When all this galaxy has been destroyed, and the syndicates are gone, you'll
still be left. You and the cockroaches."
Spike laughed. "Glad you have such faith in me."
Vicious shrugged. "Like I said, don't read too much into it. If I had to, I'd turn on you in
an instant. We aren't friends, you know."
Spike blinked. Weren't they? He'd thought- no, that was stupid. It was Vicious he was
talking to, after all. "Of course not. Same here." Then he blinked. "Vicious, are you hurt?"
"It's nothing," Vicious scoffed. "Just a flesh wound."
Spike blinked. "Lemme take a look at it, okay? I remember your last 'flesh wound' had you in
rehab for a week." He crawled over towards Vicious and reached over to see the man's opposite
side. The omnipresent black duster the man wore was caked in dried blood.
Vicious' eyes narrowed coolly and he pushed Spike away, hard. Spike stumbled back, momentarily
off his balance, but quickly regained it. "I said I'm fine, Spiegel."
"Your call," Spike muttered. All of a sudden, he remembered something he'd wanted to
ask Vicious that he'd wondered. "Ne, Vicious?"
"Eh?" Vicious asked disinterestedly, once again caught up in some world in his head Spike
didn't understand.
"You ever been in love?"
Vicious jerked away from where he lay next to Spike, quickly rising to his feet as if burned.
Then he looked back down, light hair falling in his face as it often did, like a shield-
"Yeah."
"Who?" Spike asked, looking up at his partner with undisguised interest. To think of the icy
killer guy in love-
"None of your business," Vicious snapped. "Now come on. Let's go back. Mao's probably waiting
or our report."
Spike eyed him curiously and not just a bit slyly. "Sure, whatever you want. You gonna give me
a hand up, partner?"
A ghost of a smile passed Vicious' face. "No. Get up on your own, cockroach man."
Spike did.
Vicious wrapped his duster around him, as if he had suddenly been hit by a chill. As Spike
walked by him, Spike heard him whisper lowly, almost childishly, "Ne, Spike?"
"Eh?" Spike turned.
"If-" Vicious began, appeared to think better of it, then went on anyway. "If- you ever do
meet the Devil, like you said you would, don't join him. Tell him there's someone else who'll
take your place in the flames."
"What?" Spike's eyes widened- did Vicious mean-
Vicious turned away so Spike couldn't see his expression. "I'm better suited for Hell
anyway. It's no place for someone like you."
Someone... like me?
"Vicious?" he called uncertainly.
By the time, Spike looked up, Vicious was already gone.
And that night, Vicious met a woman named Julia.
***************************
So in the end,
I'll be what I'll be.
No loyal friend
Was ever meant for me.
Now we say goodbye...
Don't say I didn't try...
***************************
cockroach thing used is from somewhere else. And the "no place for someone like you"
part is similar to something Mikage Souji said in an episode of Revolutionary Girl Utena.
The lyrics at the end and the title are taken from Gollum's Song from LotR (Two Towers.)
Those don't belong to me, either.
Author's Note- Just my take on Spike and Vicious back then. I've only seen up to episode
7, anyway, though come to think of it seeing some of the comments, I have read a few spoilers,
so that probably explains the relevance to the ending.
Falling Rain
by Starbrigid
***************************
These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies you told,
The hurt and the blame.
And we will wait
To be so alone
We are lost,
We can never go home.
***************************
"Ne, Vicious?"
He turned to look at his partner. He and Spike were both strewn out on the ground, surrounded by
bloody corpses from the gunfight. Exhausted, neither of them had any particular desire to move
just yet, despite the fading red-gold sky.
"Eh?"
"Do you believe in God?"
Vicious jerked, surprised, to stare at Spike. He hadn't expected such a question from someone
like Spike, but he gave it a split second of serious thought before replying,
"No."
Spike blinked. "Why not?"
Vicious snorted. "Why would *I*, Spike?" He asked coolly. "Think about it."
Spike shrugged. "Should have seen that one coming, I guess."
"Why? Do you believe in God?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Why do you?"
Spike shrugged, a shadow passing across his normally cheerful visage. "Because ever since I was
little, I was taught to. You can't just change something like that out of the blue, you know."
Vicious recognized the danger and hurriedly changed the subject. He and Spike had an
unspoken agreement. They didn't talk about their pasts. That was a barrier that he didn't really
want to breach between them.
"And what about the devil?" Vicious asked. "Can't forget him, neh?"
"He's part of the package, isn't he?" Spike smirked. "I believe in him, too... Vicious."
Vicious' eyes narrowed and he gazed at Spike seriously. "Than how can you live the life
you do, knowing that any moment you might die and be sent straight to the devil's place
for the things you've done?"
Spike sat up and flashed a winning smile at the man beside him. "See, Hell wouldn't be so
bad for me. Bet the Devil and I could work out an understanding, the two of us. And if we
didn't..." Spike made a gun with his hand, cocking the thumb and pointing the index
finger, and traced it slowly, lingeringly down Vicious' face.
"Bang," he whispered.
Vicious hurriedly turned away, suddenly shivering, yet feeling uncomfortably the warmth where the
curve of his hip brushed past Spike's. He favored his left side, the one not ever so slightly
pressed against Spike's warmth- a bullet had grazed it. "Will you ever grow up, Spike?" He asked,
forcing a derisive smirk.
"No," Spike said cheerfully. "I guess I'm doomed just to be carefree and happy while you
wither your life away being world-weary and depressed."
"Yeah," Vicious murmured. "I guess so, Spike."
"Ne, Vicious?"
"Eh?"
"How do YOU manage living the life we do, if you don't believe in ANYTHING?" Spike asked, as
frustrated as Vicious was- okay, he had to admit it- scared. Spike's query was spoken with the
tone of a joke, but it was clearly more serious.
"I do believe in some things." Vicious pointed out.
"Yeah?" Spike asked curiously. "What?"
Vicious paused to think for a second, then replied, "I believe in myself."
"Eh?" Spike blinked.
"I trust in my own judgment, my abilities with a gun and a sword." As he mentioned his
sword, he stroked the katana at his side in a lazy, almost sensual manner, if it was possible
for a cool, detached man like him to ever evoke such a thing.
Of course he believed in his ability to... kill.
Spike grinned. "You would, wouldn't you." Vicious had always been rather arrogant. The first
time the two of them had sparred, he'd taught the confident young man a thing or two, though.
Vicious turned and caught Spike's eyes. "And I believe in you."
Spike was caught off guard. "Wha?"
Vicious made an elegant gesture, indicating for the other warrior not to take it so seriously.
"Don't read too much into it. I just mean that I know I'm safe in a gunfight when I'm with you
because of your skills. You're the kind of person who always comes out, if not on top, but
breathing." He smirked. When Vicious smirked, it had a particularly disconcerting effect on his
pale, narrow face. "When all this galaxy has been destroyed, and the syndicates are gone, you'll
still be left. You and the cockroaches."
Spike laughed. "Glad you have such faith in me."
Vicious shrugged. "Like I said, don't read too much into it. If I had to, I'd turn on you in
an instant. We aren't friends, you know."
Spike blinked. Weren't they? He'd thought- no, that was stupid. It was Vicious he was
talking to, after all. "Of course not. Same here." Then he blinked. "Vicious, are you hurt?"
"It's nothing," Vicious scoffed. "Just a flesh wound."
Spike blinked. "Lemme take a look at it, okay? I remember your last 'flesh wound' had you in
rehab for a week." He crawled over towards Vicious and reached over to see the man's opposite
side. The omnipresent black duster the man wore was caked in dried blood.
Vicious' eyes narrowed coolly and he pushed Spike away, hard. Spike stumbled back, momentarily
off his balance, but quickly regained it. "I said I'm fine, Spiegel."
"Your call," Spike muttered. All of a sudden, he remembered something he'd wanted to
ask Vicious that he'd wondered. "Ne, Vicious?"
"Eh?" Vicious asked disinterestedly, once again caught up in some world in his head Spike
didn't understand.
"You ever been in love?"
Vicious jerked away from where he lay next to Spike, quickly rising to his feet as if burned.
Then he looked back down, light hair falling in his face as it often did, like a shield-
"Yeah."
"Who?" Spike asked, looking up at his partner with undisguised interest. To think of the icy
killer guy in love-
"None of your business," Vicious snapped. "Now come on. Let's go back. Mao's probably waiting
or our report."
Spike eyed him curiously and not just a bit slyly. "Sure, whatever you want. You gonna give me
a hand up, partner?"
A ghost of a smile passed Vicious' face. "No. Get up on your own, cockroach man."
Spike did.
Vicious wrapped his duster around him, as if he had suddenly been hit by a chill. As Spike
walked by him, Spike heard him whisper lowly, almost childishly, "Ne, Spike?"
"Eh?" Spike turned.
"If-" Vicious began, appeared to think better of it, then went on anyway. "If- you ever do
meet the Devil, like you said you would, don't join him. Tell him there's someone else who'll
take your place in the flames."
"What?" Spike's eyes widened- did Vicious mean-
Vicious turned away so Spike couldn't see his expression. "I'm better suited for Hell
anyway. It's no place for someone like you."
Someone... like me?
"Vicious?" he called uncertainly.
By the time, Spike looked up, Vicious was already gone.
And that night, Vicious met a woman named Julia.
***************************
So in the end,
I'll be what I'll be.
No loyal friend
Was ever meant for me.
Now we say goodbye...
Don't say I didn't try...
***************************