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[ A/N- This chapter is shown through Spike's POV. But, don't worry, this is the only chapter where the POV will be switched. It will be back to Faye's POV the next chapter. I just wanted to show Spike's emotions of the meeting and what truly happened to him *eerie music plays* And POV means point of view, if you didn't already know that...]
The Best Deceptions: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: PG-13/ R ( sexual situations, language)
Category: Romance/ Drama
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Chapter 2: This Living Nightmare
I was scared. I admit it. Yeah, I'm not really the type to fear anything, but seeing her die... it changed me, but it was only for the worst. She was my everything. She was my love... She was my Julia, and he took her away from me. That insensitive bastard. I wanted to kill him so badly. I wanted to rip out his intestines and feed them to the birds, but he escaped my wrath, leaving only scars of pain. He knew I wasn't gonna die, and he knew that I really wanted to. He was always doing things opposite of what I wanted, or even needed. I needed to die. But I didn't. She had to come along and change everything. Her piercing emerald eyes and luscious violet hair left me breathless. She looked like an angel from heaven... but she wasn't... She was a demon from hell, sent here to make me continue living this nightmare....
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It was raining that day. Tears from heaven... that's what I'd call it. I watched the rain drops intently as they beat against the window of her apartment. But the steady rainfall was almost calming to me. They seemed to wash away all the pain somehow. I slowly shut my eyes and took in all my sorrows, letting them out with one sharp sigh.
I missed her so. It was almost like I wasn't living at all. Like I was stuck in some kinda of tormenting purgatory, one that I'd never escape. But then there was that twinge of hope that wrenched at my heart. Hope? Yeah, like I should really be feeling anything remotely hopeful. But it was still there. There was no ignoring it. I wanted to know what it was, so I could scream and scold at it for leading me on and making me actually think there was a reason for living. I knew there wasn't a reason for living, so why did this feeling mock me? Julia was dead, damn it! There was no reason for living....
I could hear her humming softly in the other room. Despite the contrary, it was truly beautiful and calming. She was being so giving to me... but why? Its not like she even knew who I was or anything. We merely knew each others names, yet she still stood beside me. And actually, I hated her for it. Because she had started building up this crazy idea in my head that there really was a reason for living, and that I wasn't supposed to die yet. It was like that feeling inside of me, but cloned as a human being. Yeah. Crazy. I know. But that's what happens when you gaze upon her mesmerizing emerald eyes...
" Hey, Spike! You hungry?" I heard her calling me from the other room, but I ignored it, fixing my eyes on the steady rainfall.
Ignoring her didn't do much, because she still irritadely stomped in from the other room and placed her hands on her thin hips, a angry look plastered on her soft face.
" You can stop ignoring me, you know? I'm just trying to help..." She paused, smiling widely. " Now, do you want chicken noodle or vegetable soup?" She held the cans out towards me to see, but I only glanced at them for a second before returning my gaze to the rainfall.
" Okay then... I'll pick..." She rolled her eyes at me slightly, before quickly making her way towards the kitchen.
I didn't care if I was pissing her off or not. She didn't let me die, so she was gonna suffer the consequences. And besides, it seemed anything pissed her off. She had quite the attitude. But that was one of the things that kept me from hating her. Her attitude was something I had never seen before, and it practically drew me to her. Okay... maybe I'm going too far... If anything drew me to her, it was her hot body...
I quickly shook my thoughts out of my head. I wasn't gonna start thinking of her that way, she was the one who kept me living in this nightmare. I was going to get my revenge on her someday. But not now. I wasn't up for it...
I finally broke my gaze from the steady rainfall, letting my eyes wander around her apartment. It was a very homely place to live, and everything was straightened neatly. Considering the pink and white decor, it was obviously a girl's apartment. My eyes continued to wander her apartment, studying every picture frame placed on the wall. There were a few pictures of her when she was younger. A couple pictures of her family. And another picture of....
VICIOUS!!
Oh, my fucking god! She has a picture of that slithering bastard hanging in her apartment. Okay, I was seriously getting pissed by now. First, she saves me form dying, then, I figure out she knows Vicious. He must have sent her to keep me alive...
" All right Spike, I hope you like chicken noodle because thats what I picked," I shot her an icy glare as she walked towards me, holding a tray of steaming hot soup. She probably poisoned it....
She gave me confused look. " I take it you don't like chicken noodle with that look..." She pulled up a chair next to the couch and sat down next to me, still holding the tray taughtly.
I wasn't gonna beat around the bush. I wanted to know. " How do you know Vicious?" Yeah, so maybe my words were a little too malignant. But who could blame me? Vicious is the holder of this nightmare I'm currently living.
She smiles widely. " Oh? You know Vicious? We're getting married in December." She holds the ring out for me to see. I must admit. It was an absolutely beautiful pink diamond, cut in the shape of a heart...
But wait a second.... Vicious is getting married? What about Julia....
" December?" I pressed on. Why? Don't ask me...
" Yeah, not exactly the month I'd choose, but that's what he said he wanted." Figures. One of the coldest months of the year...
" But I compromised, because I get to choose everything else in the wedding." She smiled lightly, stirring the soup slowly.
I remained silent. What was I supposed to say anyways. She was actually marrying the bastard, and I wanted to tell her to stay away. But I knew I couldn't. She'd have to figure it out on her own...
" He's away on a business trip. He'll be back in a few weeks." She lifts the spoon full of soup and blows on it gently. " Here, eat up." She extended the spoon out to me, as if she were feeding a child. I gave her a dangerous look...
" I can feed myself you know..."
She rolled her eyes at me, setting the spoon back in the bowl. " Well, I'm soorry... Excuse me for trying to help." She handed me the bowl roughly, practically spilling the steaming soup all over my already injured body. I gave her another dangerous glare. She simply rolled her eyes again and stomped away into the kitchen, muttering something about me being an asshole.
I gazed at the steaming bowl of soup before me. It really did look good. And I WAS really, really hungry. Hell, might as well dig in. Who could pass up a free offer of food?
" Are you just gonna stare at it all day?" Her voice startled me slightly and I jumped back, dropping the spoon in the bowl. She smiled at me and sat down in the chair by the couch, taking a bite of her sandwich.
" How do you know Vicious anyways?" She gave me a confused look, as she continued to take small bites of her sandwich.
I paused, searching for something to say. " Uh, he's... an old friend..." What? I wasn't gonna tell her that he was the reason I almost died...
" Oh, really? Vicious usually isn't very prone to ' friends'. I'm glad to meet someone who can actually stomach him..." I chuckled at that remark, because one, it's true, and two, it's not true. I don't think I'd ever in my life be able to ' stomach' Vicious. He's a conniving bastard, always having some sick twisted thought in his head. And she was right. He's never had ' friends'. Just ' acquiantances'.
I finally took a sip of my soup, and she smiled sweetly back at me, as if she was content with her defeat. But her face slowly pressed into a solemn frown, her eyes darting to the ground nervously.
" Spike... what happened to you?" I choked slightly at her words. What was I supposed to say? I couldn't tell her of Vicious and Julia...
" I-I... I'm a bounty hunter... and... yeah.." It was the best thing I could think of at the moment. Besides, it was partly true...
" Really? I used to be a bounty hunter until Vicious proposed a few months ago. I figured I better settle down if I'm gonna get married, you know?" The way she said his name was so gentle and loving, causing my heart to shatter in a million pieces. She really didn't see it. She didn't see the devil Vicious really was. She was stuck in his web, and there was nothing she could do to get out... She would be devoured by his addiction to violence...
I took another sip of my soup, fixing my eyes on her. She was so utterly beautiful. No wonder Vicious wanted her. Her emerald eyes were absolutely mesmerizing, and her violet hair nipped playfully at her smooth porcelin skin. I had a sudden urge to kiss her ruby lips...
" Are... you gonna stay for a while Spike?" Her face was suddenly flushed, and her eyes wandered away from me.
A suprised look tugged at my features. " Do you want me to?"
" Well... y-yes, it's wierd without Vicious around, and I'd really like the company.."
I froze, my mouth gaping open slightly. She wanted my company... She wanted me to stay... No one has ever wanted me around. Besides... Julia.
" I-I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to... it's entirely up to you..."
I smiled widely, shaking my head slightly. " Faye... It's not like I have anywhere to go anyways..." I was lying. I had Jet and the Bebop to go back to, but... I didn't want to leave her. I had this sudden need to stay with her. Yes... need..." And besides, I can't go anywhere with my wounds like this..." I lied again. I was never the type to let my wounds stop me, but... again... I wanted to stay with her.
Her face brightened up, and she finally fixed her eyes on me. " Yeah, you're right..." She paused, standing up and giving me a soft hug, " Thank you Spike..." I could feel my cheeks glowing...
She was thanking me? But why? She was the one who had saved me. I had done nothing but burden her from the first moment we met. But she was thanking me... This woman was truly getting me hooked....
I felt her fingers roam across my bandages softly, and my face slowly burned into a deep, crimson shade. " Spike, I'd better change your bandages now." Before even giving me time to answer, she pulled out the first aid kit and a pair of scissors. She gently lifted the bandages and snipped them in half, her warm touch still continuing to linger on the open skin on my chest. She slowly pulled them off, but I didn't feel any pain. I was too caught up in my nervousness.
Wait a second...
Nervous? She was making me nervous? Sure she was attractive and all, but I couldn't possibly think of her that way, right? But her soft touch on my skin was just too much...
" Am I hurting you? You seem kinda tense..." She stopped unwrapping my bandages and shot me a concerned look.
" No, it's okay..."
She shrugged slightly, and continued to slowly unwrap the bandages, tracing her finger along each wound. My whole body trembled at her soft touchs, and I felt as if she was healing all of my wounds. Why was she doing this? Wait a minute... I'm becoming delirious. She's simply replacing my bandages, it's nothing like that...
" Well, you're healing up very well. There's no sign of infection at all." She pulled off the last of my bandages, revealing my naked torso. Luckily I didn't have any wounds below my stomach... then I'd really be tense...
She blew softly on the long slash on my side, and I shivered as her warm breath traveled across my skin. " Does that hurt?"
I gritted my teeth as my body trembled. " N-no... not all." Hell no, it didn't hurt. It felt damn good...
" All right, hold still, this shouldn't take too long, but it will hurt." She held out a bottle of peroxide for me to see, raising an eyebrow. I nodded lightly, and shut my eyes tightly. Hell yeah, that was going to hurt...
She slowly poured the burning liquid over my wounds, and I flinched at the pain, gritting my teeth grievously. But there again, I felt her warm breath traveling across my skin, and all my pain diminished into sensation. She was really good at doing that...
She softly pressed a rag to my wounds, wiping up the excess as gently as she could. I glanced down at her with a look of plea in my eyes, and she smirked back at me, chuckling slighty. " Told ya it'd hurt..." I rolled my eyes at her. She was almost as sarcastic as me at times... almost...
I felt her fingers roam across my skin again as she gently wrapped me in bandages. I bit my lip nervously, trying hard to force away the tingling sensation she was sending down my spine. My whole body was tense around her... but why? God, that damn woman confuses me...
She finally finished wrapping me up, and I suddendly wished it wasn't over yet. I wanted that sensation she gave me with her touch...
She turned to leave, but I grasped her by the arm, pulling her thin body towards me. " Thank you... for everything..." I'm thanking her? God, I really was delirious...
She smiled at me slightly, and turned to leave again. " I knew you liked it..." She winked teasingly, and slowly made her way towards her bedroom.
My whole body froze. She was right. I did like it.... And I wanted more of it...
I glanced out the window. The sun was finally coming out. The tears had finally stopped falling....
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There ya go. Another chapter. Hope you liked it. I kinda liked the way it was shown through Spike's POV. That way you can see his emotions before the story starts up totally. Like I said before, the rest of the chapters will be Faye's POV... SO you don't have to be confused anymore. Well, that is, if you are...
And don't forget to review. Lots of reviews = better story, lol. I'm really bugging you with that aren't I? Sorry, lol.
[ A/N- This chapter is shown through Spike's POV. But, don't worry, this is the only chapter where the POV will be switched. It will be back to Faye's POV the next chapter. I just wanted to show Spike's emotions of the meeting and what truly happened to him *eerie music plays* And POV means point of view, if you didn't already know that...]
The Best Deceptions: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: PG-13/ R ( sexual situations, language)
Category: Romance/ Drama
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Chapter 2: This Living Nightmare
I was scared. I admit it. Yeah, I'm not really the type to fear anything, but seeing her die... it changed me, but it was only for the worst. She was my everything. She was my love... She was my Julia, and he took her away from me. That insensitive bastard. I wanted to kill him so badly. I wanted to rip out his intestines and feed them to the birds, but he escaped my wrath, leaving only scars of pain. He knew I wasn't gonna die, and he knew that I really wanted to. He was always doing things opposite of what I wanted, or even needed. I needed to die. But I didn't. She had to come along and change everything. Her piercing emerald eyes and luscious violet hair left me breathless. She looked like an angel from heaven... but she wasn't... She was a demon from hell, sent here to make me continue living this nightmare....
~*~
It was raining that day. Tears from heaven... that's what I'd call it. I watched the rain drops intently as they beat against the window of her apartment. But the steady rainfall was almost calming to me. They seemed to wash away all the pain somehow. I slowly shut my eyes and took in all my sorrows, letting them out with one sharp sigh.
I missed her so. It was almost like I wasn't living at all. Like I was stuck in some kinda of tormenting purgatory, one that I'd never escape. But then there was that twinge of hope that wrenched at my heart. Hope? Yeah, like I should really be feeling anything remotely hopeful. But it was still there. There was no ignoring it. I wanted to know what it was, so I could scream and scold at it for leading me on and making me actually think there was a reason for living. I knew there wasn't a reason for living, so why did this feeling mock me? Julia was dead, damn it! There was no reason for living....
I could hear her humming softly in the other room. Despite the contrary, it was truly beautiful and calming. She was being so giving to me... but why? Its not like she even knew who I was or anything. We merely knew each others names, yet she still stood beside me. And actually, I hated her for it. Because she had started building up this crazy idea in my head that there really was a reason for living, and that I wasn't supposed to die yet. It was like that feeling inside of me, but cloned as a human being. Yeah. Crazy. I know. But that's what happens when you gaze upon her mesmerizing emerald eyes...
" Hey, Spike! You hungry?" I heard her calling me from the other room, but I ignored it, fixing my eyes on the steady rainfall.
Ignoring her didn't do much, because she still irritadely stomped in from the other room and placed her hands on her thin hips, a angry look plastered on her soft face.
" You can stop ignoring me, you know? I'm just trying to help..." She paused, smiling widely. " Now, do you want chicken noodle or vegetable soup?" She held the cans out towards me to see, but I only glanced at them for a second before returning my gaze to the rainfall.
" Okay then... I'll pick..." She rolled her eyes at me slightly, before quickly making her way towards the kitchen.
I didn't care if I was pissing her off or not. She didn't let me die, so she was gonna suffer the consequences. And besides, it seemed anything pissed her off. She had quite the attitude. But that was one of the things that kept me from hating her. Her attitude was something I had never seen before, and it practically drew me to her. Okay... maybe I'm going too far... If anything drew me to her, it was her hot body...
I quickly shook my thoughts out of my head. I wasn't gonna start thinking of her that way, she was the one who kept me living in this nightmare. I was going to get my revenge on her someday. But not now. I wasn't up for it...
I finally broke my gaze from the steady rainfall, letting my eyes wander around her apartment. It was a very homely place to live, and everything was straightened neatly. Considering the pink and white decor, it was obviously a girl's apartment. My eyes continued to wander her apartment, studying every picture frame placed on the wall. There were a few pictures of her when she was younger. A couple pictures of her family. And another picture of....
VICIOUS!!
Oh, my fucking god! She has a picture of that slithering bastard hanging in her apartment. Okay, I was seriously getting pissed by now. First, she saves me form dying, then, I figure out she knows Vicious. He must have sent her to keep me alive...
" All right Spike, I hope you like chicken noodle because thats what I picked," I shot her an icy glare as she walked towards me, holding a tray of steaming hot soup. She probably poisoned it....
She gave me confused look. " I take it you don't like chicken noodle with that look..." She pulled up a chair next to the couch and sat down next to me, still holding the tray taughtly.
I wasn't gonna beat around the bush. I wanted to know. " How do you know Vicious?" Yeah, so maybe my words were a little too malignant. But who could blame me? Vicious is the holder of this nightmare I'm currently living.
She smiles widely. " Oh? You know Vicious? We're getting married in December." She holds the ring out for me to see. I must admit. It was an absolutely beautiful pink diamond, cut in the shape of a heart...
But wait a second.... Vicious is getting married? What about Julia....
" December?" I pressed on. Why? Don't ask me...
" Yeah, not exactly the month I'd choose, but that's what he said he wanted." Figures. One of the coldest months of the year...
" But I compromised, because I get to choose everything else in the wedding." She smiled lightly, stirring the soup slowly.
I remained silent. What was I supposed to say anyways. She was actually marrying the bastard, and I wanted to tell her to stay away. But I knew I couldn't. She'd have to figure it out on her own...
" He's away on a business trip. He'll be back in a few weeks." She lifts the spoon full of soup and blows on it gently. " Here, eat up." She extended the spoon out to me, as if she were feeding a child. I gave her a dangerous look...
" I can feed myself you know..."
She rolled her eyes at me, setting the spoon back in the bowl. " Well, I'm soorry... Excuse me for trying to help." She handed me the bowl roughly, practically spilling the steaming soup all over my already injured body. I gave her another dangerous glare. She simply rolled her eyes again and stomped away into the kitchen, muttering something about me being an asshole.
I gazed at the steaming bowl of soup before me. It really did look good. And I WAS really, really hungry. Hell, might as well dig in. Who could pass up a free offer of food?
" Are you just gonna stare at it all day?" Her voice startled me slightly and I jumped back, dropping the spoon in the bowl. She smiled at me and sat down in the chair by the couch, taking a bite of her sandwich.
" How do you know Vicious anyways?" She gave me a confused look, as she continued to take small bites of her sandwich.
I paused, searching for something to say. " Uh, he's... an old friend..." What? I wasn't gonna tell her that he was the reason I almost died...
" Oh, really? Vicious usually isn't very prone to ' friends'. I'm glad to meet someone who can actually stomach him..." I chuckled at that remark, because one, it's true, and two, it's not true. I don't think I'd ever in my life be able to ' stomach' Vicious. He's a conniving bastard, always having some sick twisted thought in his head. And she was right. He's never had ' friends'. Just ' acquiantances'.
I finally took a sip of my soup, and she smiled sweetly back at me, as if she was content with her defeat. But her face slowly pressed into a solemn frown, her eyes darting to the ground nervously.
" Spike... what happened to you?" I choked slightly at her words. What was I supposed to say? I couldn't tell her of Vicious and Julia...
" I-I... I'm a bounty hunter... and... yeah.." It was the best thing I could think of at the moment. Besides, it was partly true...
" Really? I used to be a bounty hunter until Vicious proposed a few months ago. I figured I better settle down if I'm gonna get married, you know?" The way she said his name was so gentle and loving, causing my heart to shatter in a million pieces. She really didn't see it. She didn't see the devil Vicious really was. She was stuck in his web, and there was nothing she could do to get out... She would be devoured by his addiction to violence...
I took another sip of my soup, fixing my eyes on her. She was so utterly beautiful. No wonder Vicious wanted her. Her emerald eyes were absolutely mesmerizing, and her violet hair nipped playfully at her smooth porcelin skin. I had a sudden urge to kiss her ruby lips...
" Are... you gonna stay for a while Spike?" Her face was suddenly flushed, and her eyes wandered away from me.
A suprised look tugged at my features. " Do you want me to?"
" Well... y-yes, it's wierd without Vicious around, and I'd really like the company.."
I froze, my mouth gaping open slightly. She wanted my company... She wanted me to stay... No one has ever wanted me around. Besides... Julia.
" I-I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to... it's entirely up to you..."
I smiled widely, shaking my head slightly. " Faye... It's not like I have anywhere to go anyways..." I was lying. I had Jet and the Bebop to go back to, but... I didn't want to leave her. I had this sudden need to stay with her. Yes... need..." And besides, I can't go anywhere with my wounds like this..." I lied again. I was never the type to let my wounds stop me, but... again... I wanted to stay with her.
Her face brightened up, and she finally fixed her eyes on me. " Yeah, you're right..." She paused, standing up and giving me a soft hug, " Thank you Spike..." I could feel my cheeks glowing...
She was thanking me? But why? She was the one who had saved me. I had done nothing but burden her from the first moment we met. But she was thanking me... This woman was truly getting me hooked....
I felt her fingers roam across my bandages softly, and my face slowly burned into a deep, crimson shade. " Spike, I'd better change your bandages now." Before even giving me time to answer, she pulled out the first aid kit and a pair of scissors. She gently lifted the bandages and snipped them in half, her warm touch still continuing to linger on the open skin on my chest. She slowly pulled them off, but I didn't feel any pain. I was too caught up in my nervousness.
Wait a second...
Nervous? She was making me nervous? Sure she was attractive and all, but I couldn't possibly think of her that way, right? But her soft touch on my skin was just too much...
" Am I hurting you? You seem kinda tense..." She stopped unwrapping my bandages and shot me a concerned look.
" No, it's okay..."
She shrugged slightly, and continued to slowly unwrap the bandages, tracing her finger along each wound. My whole body trembled at her soft touchs, and I felt as if she was healing all of my wounds. Why was she doing this? Wait a minute... I'm becoming delirious. She's simply replacing my bandages, it's nothing like that...
" Well, you're healing up very well. There's no sign of infection at all." She pulled off the last of my bandages, revealing my naked torso. Luckily I didn't have any wounds below my stomach... then I'd really be tense...
She blew softly on the long slash on my side, and I shivered as her warm breath traveled across my skin. " Does that hurt?"
I gritted my teeth as my body trembled. " N-no... not all." Hell no, it didn't hurt. It felt damn good...
" All right, hold still, this shouldn't take too long, but it will hurt." She held out a bottle of peroxide for me to see, raising an eyebrow. I nodded lightly, and shut my eyes tightly. Hell yeah, that was going to hurt...
She slowly poured the burning liquid over my wounds, and I flinched at the pain, gritting my teeth grievously. But there again, I felt her warm breath traveling across my skin, and all my pain diminished into sensation. She was really good at doing that...
She softly pressed a rag to my wounds, wiping up the excess as gently as she could. I glanced down at her with a look of plea in my eyes, and she smirked back at me, chuckling slighty. " Told ya it'd hurt..." I rolled my eyes at her. She was almost as sarcastic as me at times... almost...
I felt her fingers roam across my skin again as she gently wrapped me in bandages. I bit my lip nervously, trying hard to force away the tingling sensation she was sending down my spine. My whole body was tense around her... but why? God, that damn woman confuses me...
She finally finished wrapping me up, and I suddendly wished it wasn't over yet. I wanted that sensation she gave me with her touch...
She turned to leave, but I grasped her by the arm, pulling her thin body towards me. " Thank you... for everything..." I'm thanking her? God, I really was delirious...
She smiled at me slightly, and turned to leave again. " I knew you liked it..." She winked teasingly, and slowly made her way towards her bedroom.
My whole body froze. She was right. I did like it.... And I wanted more of it...
I glanced out the window. The sun was finally coming out. The tears had finally stopped falling....
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There ya go. Another chapter. Hope you liked it. I kinda liked the way it was shown through Spike's POV. That way you can see his emotions before the story starts up totally. Like I said before, the rest of the chapters will be Faye's POV... SO you don't have to be confused anymore. Well, that is, if you are...
And don't forget to review. Lots of reviews = better story, lol. I'm really bugging you with that aren't I? Sorry, lol.