WARNING: ALL READERS UNDER THE AGE OF…UHHH…10 YRS SHOULD…UMM…GO AND PLAY OUTSIDE IN THE SUNSHINE INSTEAD OF READING THIS. IF YOU DON'T, THEN PLEASE TELL YOUR PARENTS NOT TO SUE ME! CONTAINS POSSIBLY DISTRESSING MATERIAL…( Bweheeheehee! ^_^ Vicious-kun! ) …UHHH..YES. THAT IS ALL.

a/n: WAAAAHHHHH!!! * Phe-chan sobs uncontrollably * WHY? WHY DID SPIKE-PERSON HAVE TO DIEEEE?? WHY DID ED-CHAN GO AWAY? WHY? WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY?!!!!

*SNIFF * * regains some composure *

Yes, as you can probably tell, I have been watching the last few sessions of Bebop… again. -_-()() Mwah. I really need to stop traumatizing myself so much. . . .

Shout out time!

TYYYYY-GER CHAN! ( duh! ^_~ )

HIDDEN ANGEL1

SUKIOVIC ( Eeee! *blushes * Glad you think my little ficlet is so good…that's always nice to hear when one has had a crap day. )

BIRDIERUMIA ( Hmmm…..I think if Vicious-person was confronted by Ed, he'd probably smush her if he really, really wanted to. But, as this is a G rated fic, and Ed being the star of this show, no such thing will {hopefully} happen. But who knows? This is Vicious we're talking about…)

SHENSHICHAN14 ^___^ ( Fiend? Scourge of humanity? Spawn of Satan? Are they good enough descriptions for you? )

CHERRY TOMATO

SESSION THREE

"Vicious!"

"It's nice to see you can pronounce my name…" Leaving the shadow and streetlight, Vicious- as was his self given name, quietly crossed the deserted street. He stopped when his nose was two inches away from the trembling man's own.

"Who's the kid?"

"D…don't know, she followed me."

"Hnn." Vicious withdrew a pace, and gazed steadily, unblinkingly and unerringly at Ed.

"So, what's it to be?"

"I….I…" Instinctively, the man felt the lump along his hip, where, under his overcoat, a concealed pistol was resting.

"I don't appreciate being betrayed you know… After all my people have done for you."

"I…d…don't know what you mean!" Still not looking at the man, Vicious continued.

"The gun your hiding, beneath your coat…" A gasp of surprise was the last sound the man made as a sharp steel blade pierced his chest and cut upwards, then out.

"-won't save you." Completing the sentence, vicious returned his sword to the scabbard and kicked the corpse. Ed was huddled into a small ball beside a building wall, her knees drawn up beneath her chin and eyes shut tight. Something in her mind told her to stay very small, and very quiet. She heard the heavy steps of boot shod feet passing her, pause, then fade away down the street. When she looked up, she saw her perfectly clean white shirt was now splattered finely with red droplets of the dead man's blood.

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"Jet, where are you going?" Spike paused in his attempt to smother Faye with a pillow on the couch and watched as Jet slid into his coat, and pulled his hat down firmly upon his head.

"Out."

"Oh…" Faye saw an opening, and used the opportunity to land a forcible kick to Spike's underside with her high heels, which sent him sprawling, and moaning in pain on the floor. She picked up the thread of conversation.

"Anywhere special?"

"No. Just out."

"When will you be back?"

"Don't know."

"Ok then, have fun! Oh and Jet?"

"What?"

"Could you pick up a box of bagels if you're near a supermarket? Walking stomach over there, scoffed the last one."

A slamming door was all the answer she got.

"I think you're right Spike, he's getting cranky in his old age." Apparently absent mindedly, Faye stomped on Spike's immobile body to reach the TV.

"…Pain…"

"Hmmm? Did you say something?"

"In….pain…"

"Silly me, I must be hearing things again." Smirking evilly, Faye cranked up the volume of the TV set and began channel surfing with a will. From his position on the floor, Spike glowered.

I'll get you yet, Faye Valentine, just see if I don't!

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"Sorry man, can't help you." With a sigh, Jet shoved a picture of Ed in his pocket and turned away from the ice-cream cart.

"Well, thanks anyway." For three, tedious hours, Jet had been combing the streets of Mars, searching in every place he thought she was likely to go. His efforts where futile. Downcast, he wandered up to a ramen stand. Ordering a small bowl, Jet took out the picture and looked at it one, last time. He let it fall on the counter top as he paid the vendor and accepted his meal. Curious, the vendor swiveled the picture around with his fingers and made a noise of disgust.

"Hope I never have to see that thieving little varmint again." Jet almost choked on his noodles.

"WHAT? YOU'VE SEEN THIS GIRL? THE ONE IN THE PICTURE?"

"Yeah, I've seen 'er." The man fended Jet off from strangling him with his trusty slotted spoon. "She was here yesterday afternoon, wantin' to be fed. I gotta make a living too, y'see- can't give stuff away for free." He hurried up his story when he saw Jet loosening his gun from its shoulder holster.

"Anyway, she didn't have any money, so she walked off. Last I saw, she was talking to a big, burly lookin' guy, hanging around on the street corner. Packing a lot of heat, he was."

"DAMMIT!" Slamming his fist down on the counter, Jet pushed the ceramic bowl into the vendor's hands and ran off into the crowd, scattering people left and right.

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A/n 2: Hmmmm! What will happen? Sorry if this session was a little short, but- necessity draws me away to other things. Big thanks to everyone for reviewing, and especially those who put me on their favs list.

^___________________________^ ARIGATO! * Phe skips away, showering readers with sugar from a paper sack. *