Operation: Shatter


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I watched as his eyes dangerously narrowed into slits as he walks away from me saying he wants to take me home. I know what he wants to do. He wants to kill Blade now, he is pissed beyond reason. I wont let him do it though, he wont walk away from a second chance.


"I know what you're up to you are going to go after Blade aren't you? You are going to go to the syndicate Headquaters on Mars and get blown to bits!" I shrieked at him, He cant go, not now, not after he got away.


"That is my intention, now get the fucking going I am going to take you home." I heard Vicious sneer from the living room as I charge in, infuriated. How can he just throw his life away, he is...is...is just like Spike.


"You will get killed..." I clench my fists at my sides trying to suppress the anger and torment rising within me. I look at Vicious, his silver hair reflecting the dim light, his steel gray eyes slowly filling with life...and he is throwing it all away.


"I was supposed to die two years ago, but I survive only to fulfill one purpose, to kill the murderer of my father." He turns and looks me sharply in the eye, taking me by surprise. I hesitantly take a step back; he isn't dead. He is alive; he can still breathe and feel. The anger spills over unintentionally, I am through with people running out on me.


"You know what? You are just like Spike was, throwing his life away, cant you fucking see that you are not dead? You are alive–" I was cut off by Vicious unsheathing his katana and threateningly hold it to my throat, I cant move I am petrified with fear. Will he actually kill me? I don't think so...but then again...


"I am not Spike. I am not weak like he was; he was dead because of his love for a woman. I am dead becau–" It is my turn to cut him off inspite of the position I am in. I have to try to help him at least. I mean he did save me, whether he did it out of the 'goodness of his heart' is another story.


"You are dead because you choose to be!" I spit venomously, his eyes widen the slightest of milimeters and his hand on the hilt of the katana begins to shake with fury. He pushes me against the wall and holds me there with the un-bladed end of his katana. How can he just throw his life away?


"And you are going to die because you choosing to piss me off. Now either tell me your address or you can burn in hell with all the others." Who are these others? All the air caught in my throat and my eyes softened. His eyes were blank, blank like stone. The syndicate is winning him back again, he is becoming more and more like the Vicious that killed Julia and Spike and Mao.

Why do I care anyway what happens to Vicious or not? Why?! I'd really like to know, of all the people in this goddamned solar system I have to care about whether he dies or not! It is not fair! I don't know, I really don't, and at this point there are three options. One he kills me: two he takes me back to Bebop and goes to Mars and kills himself: or three, I capture him and turn him into the ISSP on Mars.

"I live on the ship Bebop. It's at dock 12 on the east side." He turns away and sheaths his katana. his graceful assassin strides take him to the once intact front door, now mere splinters of its former self. I grab my coat from the closet and put on my shoes. I see the dog at the corner of my eye. She is scratching the place on her head her ear used to be in, now it is only a small flap of skin.

"Faye now." His low words fly through the cold apartment and enter my ears. They are neither harsh or soft, demanding or asking. It is as if he doesnt even realize he is speaking. The dog quits scratching her ear and walks up to me and nuzzles me on the leg. Now, at any other time, with any other dog; I would have screamed and kicked it away. Now, the slight comfort that she gave me was enough to make me realize that I have a job to do.

"Hey Vicious what are we going to do with Princess?" I asked innocently. I nearly cracked up with laughter when I saw Vicious turn around and his eyes widen. You know, I have to say it doesnt take much to play with Vicious' head a little, but if you do it too much he will more-or-less donate your blood to the nearest floor.

"There is a cargo bay in my zip craft; you will take the dog and you will shut your damn mouth and come." He spat and some light caught his face and even though I must have been imagining it, I thought I saw Vicious roll his eyes as he walked out the front door of the apartment and down the stairwell. I see Princess bark and scamper off into her closet which reminded me I needed to call Jet. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer.

"Faye where in the have you been? I'm leaving Callisto if you don't show up." Jet seemed just a little mad, just a little. I bet he is going insane because Ed is trying to paint his toenails or something. She painted mine blue once.

"Listen Jet I have Vicious, we will be flying to Bebop any minute. Listen in order for this to work you cant shoot him with real bullets so get out the tranquilizer kind." I said in a hushed whisper, I could hear Ed chattering in the background as Jet's eyes widened.

"Wow Faye you have been busy, this better not be some half-assed trick or something." He frowned slightly, I could tell he was excited though. I am not, I am far from excited, but if it will keep Vicious out of the hands of the Syndicate there is little choice.

"Jet if I lost my Red Tail believe me this is no fucking trick, just be ready when he comes though. Knowing Vicious he wont be oh-so-happy." I blurted into the communicator.

"And since when do you know Vicious?" he asked, purposely trying to be annoying and prying at the same time.

"Up yours! just get ready." I hung up and put the comm. in my back pocket. I motion for Princess, Prin for short, to follow me. I am amazed when she actually did so, that never worked when I tried to shoo Ein away. I scampered out of the apartment and down three flights of steps. I ended up in a less than satisfactory lobby with torn upholstered chairs and missing faux wooden linoleum tiles. I felt my heart skip a beat when I didn't see Vicious anywhere. Did he leave? Did he just go back on his word?

Did he abandon me here?

My anxiety is put to rest when I see a fairly large and expensive gray zip craft park outside the shattered glass and steel doors of the complex. The back hatch opens, for the dog, and the passenger side door lifts upwards (like a scissor-door Lamborghini thingy) I run out the door, with Prin at my heels. I stand near the back of the zip craft and point to the open hatch. I am so not picking her up. Prin just sits there for a few seconds, trying to decide if this zip craft, which is better shape than 90% of the others in this city, is worthy of her presence. I was just about to loose my temper when the dog leaped up into the zip craft. I swung the hatch closed. It better not be airlocked

Now here is the hard part.

In spite of the erratic way my heart is beating, I manage to calmly sit down in the passenger seat of his zip craft without making a fool out of myself. Well Faye here goes nothing...

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I saw her there standing in the entranceway of the lobby, and something shifts again. Perhaps it is her hair, or her eyes, or even her spirit. It's nothing though, nothing. Women are all liars, I remember a certain blonde told me that. Julia was a liar too, she betrayed me; Spike betrayed me. They both betrayed me. The only two people I knew, betrayed me. My stepfather did too, Mao. Mao, he never liked me, I never liked him. So I killed him. I killed him and it was like a weight had been lifted. The claret, coagulating blood dripping down the hilt of my katana onto my hand. The haunting music that played in my ears as the katana rang through his jugular. It had almost been too easy. Mao liked Spike, he liked him because Spike was the kind of person that people just liked whether they liked it or not.

I was a pawn in Spike's game too.

His twisted game of backstabbing finally drove into my head that whoever you liked will ultimately betray you and instead of you falling 'victim', they will. Spike left the Syndicate and made it a mess. For some twisted reason I was demoted and Mao oh-so-secretly tried to hunt for Spike to bring him back. Mao wanted Spike to rule the syndicate with Julia, not me. But that is where his untimely demise kicks in. I was not going to let Spike rule the Syndicate after what he did, I didn't care if he wanted to comeback as an elite class or stayed away; as long as I had control. But no, I tasted control, pure and utter dictatorship for too short of a time. Someone took my painstakingly won victory away from me. Mao's son, Blade. I do not know to this day why Mao hated his son. Mao turned bitter towards him after my mother's untimely death, the zip craft explosion that was heard around the entire Martian city.

My mother was an elegant woman; she wasn't quiet but she did not waste words. She had long black hair and slanted gray blue eyes, like mine. Only hers held compassion. When my father was murdered, she only cried two tears. When I asked her why she did not cry more and questioned her if she was even sad, back when I was weak and actually wanted to know, she answered simply 'My son, only two tears are necessary, one for your father and one for you. Crying does not show how much you despair, but how much despair you allow to take over your soul.' My ill-fated reminiscing is cut short by Faye's appearance in the passenger seat. I step down on the accelerator and the zip crafts short wings fan out as the engine propels it in a sharp U-turn and head towards the east side of the appalling, smoke hazed broken with ice, dirty Callisto sky-line.

Usually silence is welcome to my ears but for once I disagree. The silence is unnerving, I cautiously look out of the corner of my eyes and see Faye biting her bottom lip slightly and staring straight ahead. For once, for once in my entire god-fucking-forsaken life, I think I need to say something. What has gotten into me? I have just gotten off of the communicator with Shin, he sounded shaken up, he told me to stay away from the Syndicate; that there is too much security and that I will surly die if I attempted anything. Why in the fuck do people suddenly think they can influence me so easily?

"Answer this, why did you hide me in that fucking dumpster?" I ask tying to sound uninterested, I am in fact confused why Faye even bothered at all. I turned to her for a second and saw her emerald eyes fill with confusion. My silver hair swishes around my face as I turn back towards the space-shield (AN windshield) and continue driving.

"Because I knew if they found you that they would kill you." Her voice is soft, yet irritated and unnerved. I see her turn to face me and her pink lips part to say something, but words never came. I came to the dock and saw a large brown fishing trawler with 'bebop' carelessly painted on its side. The hanger door is open, she must have someone living with her who she called to open the door. However, I still have the all too familiar sensation that something is amiss. I am not going to stay though, so it doesnt matter.

I decelerate and land on the deck of the large beaten up trawler. The ship is a few meters away from the actual hangar. She looks hesitantly over to me and opens the door slowly as if waiting for something. My instincts warn me, but nothing is wrong. Something from my memory, when I captured Faye, reels. Have I forgotten something? No, nothing is wrong, what can that wench do anyway? Talk me to death?

"Hurry." The faster she gets out that door the faster I can move on. Move on from what exactly I do not know. Faye is puzzling. Not only is she in fact puzzling but the unknown emotions I feel are equally as so.

"Can you help me with...Princess?" On usual terms I wouldn't have even responded, but if it will help her move faster then by all means I will help take the damned dog from the trunk. I open the hatch and swiftly open the door. I walk, exasperated, to the back hatch and find the dog had already leapt out. The hairs on the back of my neck prick up as I whirled around to see a middle aged man with a mechanical arm pull a gun on me. How uneventful, they could have at least rolled out a red carpet and had a couple of snipers perched. The man fired as I unsheathe my katana and dodge the hurtling bullet too easily. I frown as I slice the mans hand causing him to drop the gun. The one armed man yells out in pain as blood seeps down his arm from his hand. I grin wickedly as I prepare for the finishing blow. Then I remember, the Bebop is Spike's old ship and Jet is the guy who answered the comm call when I kidnaped Faye.

"It is not wise to be enemies with me Jet." I feel my eyes reverting back to the cold heartless steel ones that have been replaced for the last couple of days. Right when I was about to deliver the blow that would separate his head from his shoulders; permanently, I see Faye pick up the gun and aim it at me.

"I'm so sorry." Her eyes filled up with crocodile tears as she fired the gun. I had no time to dodge it hit me square in the chest. Women are all liars she didn't fucking care, she betrayed me.

Now I know why she didn't want me to die, she is a bounty hunter. And bounties are worthless dead.

-when the world turns away-

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I'm back from my awful high school midterms...I think passed them..woohoo! -.-;; I'm a loser

I might have even passed math....*crosses fingers* I am as bad as math as calamity coyote is at catching road runner.

Anyway... back to the AN!

I think this chapter I think is sad -_-() poor Vicious he thinks everyone is out to get him! And if it isnt grammerically correct im sorry I just finished this like two mins ago and didn't have time to triple check

And I am probably the most evil author, right when they are warming up to each other...boom everything falls apart! *^^* Sorry but that is why there is a part two...*twilight zone music*

Oh And samina since I screwed up your response to review and I made an ass of myself...big surprise there... I decided to take your advice and name the dog Princess. I was actually going to not even name the dog, but I thought princess 'ruler of Vicious' apartment' is a fitting title.

I know the whole Mao being Vicious' stepfather is kinda hard to chew but I didnt want to make up another random guy with another horrible cliche name like his step brother. Really I hate his name but it is too late now...guess I'm gonna have to deal *^^*

Oh and Bengali I am a native English speaker :`( *self esteem drops like 100000000000 pts* but hey it's nothing I am not used to XD Maybe I should write a fic in spanish....XP

Oh I'd like to know if you aprove of a fic idea that I have...

I'm in draft form of a new Inu/Tenchi Muyo X-over *people blink* Well it's gonna be awesome...it's a Sess/Ryoko fic b/c I don't like Kagome or Inu that much. There I said it...I don't read Inu/Kag fics sorry! :P besides Kagura and Sango are so much cooler...!rambling! *Runs away from ppl throwing tomatoes* thumbs up or down? Don't worry it wont be cliche!

Ja ne!

~your *hopefully passing math* buddy L.O.H.