Dream: Hey peoples! Wow! Long time no update!
Vicious: And there isn't a day that goes by that I'm not thankful for that! So, how're you planning on torturing me now?
Dream: Why whatever do you mean Vicious? *innocent look*
Vicious: Don't you think that you can fool me! I know your pattern of behavior! You're gonna make it all good for me and then find some way to mess it up!
Dream: *hides notebook behind back* Why whatever would give you that idea?
Vicious: Call it bishonen's intuition. Plus, you already made me out to be weak and a cripple, made me work for Spike, and then sent me to prison! But I know that you'll come up with something else to do to me in that twisted little head of yours!
Dream: I can't believe that you have that little trust in me! Anyway, will you please just do the disclaimer now?
Vicious: This freak over here doesn't own me, or anything else connected with Cowboy Bebop. She does own the characters Fadia and Trev though. There, yah happy?
Dream: Yep! Now then, on with the fanfiction!
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"What'd you say?" Vicious said sitting up.
"Don't make me repeat myself! You know perfectly well what I said," Trev said, not loosing his look of loathing.
"I know, I just wanted to savor that look on your face," Vicious said with an evil smile. "So they want me back do they?"
"Yes," Trev said with a voice that was between a mumble and a growl.
"Do you know why?" Vicious asked, his face going back to its normal seriousness.
"You know for a guy who's getting a VERY big break here, you sure do ask a lot of questions," Trev said.
"Well, if you can't answer me. . ." Vicious said, with a shrug.
"No, I don't know," Trev said, shifting his weight on his chair. "All that he told me was to find you and bring you back to headquarters."
"How did you know where to find me?" Vicious asked as his food came.
"Anonymous tip off," Trev said, resting an elbow on the bar.
"Anonymous huh?" Vicious said. "I don't believe you; you had somebody tail me didn't you. I bet it was Fadia."
"Look Vicious, I enjoy talking and even looking at you about as much as I like getting kicked in the balls," Trev said, sounding annoyed.
"That can be arranged, very soon infact," Vicious said, returning the annoyance with a glare.
"Ha ha. I'm in no way in the mood for your attitude right now Vicious. I just wanna get out of here now, so let's go!" Trev said getting up and going over to the door. He opened it and a huge gust of wind blew in, causing a few blonde strands to break free of his elbow length pony-tail and blow into his green eyes.
"Sorry, can't go yet," Vicious said, tucking his hair behind his ears. "I have to finish eating." Vicious smirked and Trev growled. He stomped over to Vicious's chair like a two year old having a tantrum and looked down at him. He began tapping his foot and put his hand on his hip with the other on the bar.
Vicious picked up a fork and began eating, moving his fork at one centimeter per minute speed. Trev began tapping his foot louder and telling Vicious to speed up.
"Be patient Mr. Teapot," Vicious said, doing a caricature of Trev's pose. Trev let out an irritated noise, oh how Vicious loved to play with this man's head.
"That's it!" Trev said, and grabbed a passing waitress. "Can you wrap up this guy's food, we're in a hurry." Trev went over and grabbed Vicious's arm, hauling him to his feet.
"Let go of me now," Vicious said, his voice pure venom.
"Fine, now let's go!" Trev said, letting go of Vicious's arm and pointing to the door. Vicious shrugged, picked up his food, and headed towards the door.
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Vicious had passed the syndicate office almost everyday, but it had been almost three years since he'd been inside it. It looked pretty much as it had before. A new paint job and some of the escalators were replaced. Vicious felt very stupid right now, everybody around him wearing sunglasses and standing straight, their suits freshly pressed, and him with a wrinkled trench coat and a take-out container.
Still, he did manage to be recognized several times. Men scurried out of his way with 'scared-to-death' looks on their faces and mumbled phrases like
"Vicious is back!
"Oh shit!"
"Crap"
and "I thought he was dead!"
Vicious managed one of his old smiles at this, causing a few people to shudder.
"Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself very much," a voice said behind him and then Fadia appeared at his side. Vicious turned his head and she gave him an 'I'm so innocent' smile.
"Informant huh?" Vicious said.
"Yah, they called me here. I have no idea why though."
"Uh huh, sure," Vicious said, stepping onto the elevator. Fadia followed and slouched against the side of the elevator with Trev standing by the door.
"So, does he really want him back in the syndicate or does he have something special in mind?" Fadia asked, glancing over at Trev.
"Are you talking to me or am I the only one who has no idea what the fuck is going on instead of that the new head of the syndicate that used to be mine wants to see me for some unknown reason that even the girl that I'm living with and the man who was sent to find me won't tell?" Vicious said, glancing fro m Fadia to Trev.
"Jesus man, do you ever take a breath?" Fadia said, sticking her hands in her pockets.
"Only when he finds it absolutely necessary," Trev said before Vicious could reply.
"Do you still think that I can't speak for myself?" Vicious asked, watching the numbers above the door light up and then go out as the elevator moved upwards.
"I don't need to think, I know. Trev replied, looking over his shoulder. Before Vicious could reply with another tired cliché, a crackling noise filled the elevator. Trev and Vicious immediately looked over at Fadia.
"What?" she asked, sticking a lollipop in his mouth and stuffing the wrapper into her pocket along with her hands. For one second, Vicious got a flash of Spike. He used to slouch just like that with a cigarette in his mouth. Vicious quickly shook off the image and focused his attention back on the floor numbers.
"We're almost there; you may want to take that thing out of your mouth. Remember what happened last time?" Trev said, redoing his ponytail to catch those strands that had fallen out.
Fadia slightly shuddered and stuck the candy back in its wrapper and then back in her pocket. She then, along with Trev (ain't I got good grammar!), took an 'at ease' position, spreading their legs slightly and putting their hands behind their backs as the elevator came to the top floor. The door opened and they walked out.
Vicious stopped after he'd taken two steps off the elevator. They had changed this room beyond belief! There were bright lights everywhere, those fake plants that you see in office buildings, a mini bar on the far side of the room, gold walls, and blood red carpet. Then if that wasn't bad enough, Vicious decided to look up.
"Dear God, what have they done?!" Vicious said inside his head as he let out a small gasp. The ceiling was completely made out of glass, no support beams or anything, with a little design carved in around the edge. It was a dragon; long, scaly, razor-sharp teeth. Ferocious looking really, but that's not what bugged Vicious. It was the fact that this deadly creature of legend was chasing . . . a butterfly.
"Yah I know," Fadia said, coming over next to Vicious to look up too. "Terrifying isn't it?"
"They decided to do it over in glass instead of building a new ceiling after your little . . . confrontation with Spike," Trev said.
"But . . . it looks . . . why is it chasing a butterfly?!" Vicious managed to get out, not taking his eyes off of the ceiling.
"Oh, it's not chasing it. They just wanted the best person for the glass design and she puts her butterfly symbol on everything. Just try to focus on the dragon," Trev said, looking like he was trying to see the beauty of a scorpion sting or a decaying cadaver.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad," a silky voice said in front of them.
All the people gaping at the ceiling looked down to see a man standing before them. He was dressed in a suit and a white Red Dragon trench coat. He had long red hair and a surprisingly caring face. Vicious looked him over once: besides a few obvious characteristics, he was the double of a man that Vicious had once known, Grencia.
"Greetings Vicious, I've been looking forward to our meeting."
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Dream: Aaaaand that's that! The chapter is done!
Vicious: And you know that it's just gonna get worse!
Dream: That's it Mr. Glass-half-empty! I'm tired of you and your emotional constipation! BE HAPPY DAMN IT!!!
Vicious: 0.o;; . . . . . ummmm, sunshine and puppies?
Dream: THAT'S BETTER! *innocent smile* Now then, to kind of steal from Anne Rice here. . . .
The Vicious Chronicles will continue!
Dream: Man that's fun for some odd reason to type! ^_^ So yah, read and review! I love reviews!
Vicious: And there isn't a day that goes by that I'm not thankful for that! So, how're you planning on torturing me now?
Dream: Why whatever do you mean Vicious? *innocent look*
Vicious: Don't you think that you can fool me! I know your pattern of behavior! You're gonna make it all good for me and then find some way to mess it up!
Dream: *hides notebook behind back* Why whatever would give you that idea?
Vicious: Call it bishonen's intuition. Plus, you already made me out to be weak and a cripple, made me work for Spike, and then sent me to prison! But I know that you'll come up with something else to do to me in that twisted little head of yours!
Dream: I can't believe that you have that little trust in me! Anyway, will you please just do the disclaimer now?
Vicious: This freak over here doesn't own me, or anything else connected with Cowboy Bebop. She does own the characters Fadia and Trev though. There, yah happy?
Dream: Yep! Now then, on with the fanfiction!
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"What'd you say?" Vicious said sitting up.
"Don't make me repeat myself! You know perfectly well what I said," Trev said, not loosing his look of loathing.
"I know, I just wanted to savor that look on your face," Vicious said with an evil smile. "So they want me back do they?"
"Yes," Trev said with a voice that was between a mumble and a growl.
"Do you know why?" Vicious asked, his face going back to its normal seriousness.
"You know for a guy who's getting a VERY big break here, you sure do ask a lot of questions," Trev said.
"Well, if you can't answer me. . ." Vicious said, with a shrug.
"No, I don't know," Trev said, shifting his weight on his chair. "All that he told me was to find you and bring you back to headquarters."
"How did you know where to find me?" Vicious asked as his food came.
"Anonymous tip off," Trev said, resting an elbow on the bar.
"Anonymous huh?" Vicious said. "I don't believe you; you had somebody tail me didn't you. I bet it was Fadia."
"Look Vicious, I enjoy talking and even looking at you about as much as I like getting kicked in the balls," Trev said, sounding annoyed.
"That can be arranged, very soon infact," Vicious said, returning the annoyance with a glare.
"Ha ha. I'm in no way in the mood for your attitude right now Vicious. I just wanna get out of here now, so let's go!" Trev said getting up and going over to the door. He opened it and a huge gust of wind blew in, causing a few blonde strands to break free of his elbow length pony-tail and blow into his green eyes.
"Sorry, can't go yet," Vicious said, tucking his hair behind his ears. "I have to finish eating." Vicious smirked and Trev growled. He stomped over to Vicious's chair like a two year old having a tantrum and looked down at him. He began tapping his foot and put his hand on his hip with the other on the bar.
Vicious picked up a fork and began eating, moving his fork at one centimeter per minute speed. Trev began tapping his foot louder and telling Vicious to speed up.
"Be patient Mr. Teapot," Vicious said, doing a caricature of Trev's pose. Trev let out an irritated noise, oh how Vicious loved to play with this man's head.
"That's it!" Trev said, and grabbed a passing waitress. "Can you wrap up this guy's food, we're in a hurry." Trev went over and grabbed Vicious's arm, hauling him to his feet.
"Let go of me now," Vicious said, his voice pure venom.
"Fine, now let's go!" Trev said, letting go of Vicious's arm and pointing to the door. Vicious shrugged, picked up his food, and headed towards the door.
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Vicious had passed the syndicate office almost everyday, but it had been almost three years since he'd been inside it. It looked pretty much as it had before. A new paint job and some of the escalators were replaced. Vicious felt very stupid right now, everybody around him wearing sunglasses and standing straight, their suits freshly pressed, and him with a wrinkled trench coat and a take-out container.
Still, he did manage to be recognized several times. Men scurried out of his way with 'scared-to-death' looks on their faces and mumbled phrases like
"Vicious is back!
"Oh shit!"
"Crap"
and "I thought he was dead!"
Vicious managed one of his old smiles at this, causing a few people to shudder.
"Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself very much," a voice said behind him and then Fadia appeared at his side. Vicious turned his head and she gave him an 'I'm so innocent' smile.
"Informant huh?" Vicious said.
"Yah, they called me here. I have no idea why though."
"Uh huh, sure," Vicious said, stepping onto the elevator. Fadia followed and slouched against the side of the elevator with Trev standing by the door.
"So, does he really want him back in the syndicate or does he have something special in mind?" Fadia asked, glancing over at Trev.
"Are you talking to me or am I the only one who has no idea what the fuck is going on instead of that the new head of the syndicate that used to be mine wants to see me for some unknown reason that even the girl that I'm living with and the man who was sent to find me won't tell?" Vicious said, glancing fro m Fadia to Trev.
"Jesus man, do you ever take a breath?" Fadia said, sticking her hands in her pockets.
"Only when he finds it absolutely necessary," Trev said before Vicious could reply.
"Do you still think that I can't speak for myself?" Vicious asked, watching the numbers above the door light up and then go out as the elevator moved upwards.
"I don't need to think, I know. Trev replied, looking over his shoulder. Before Vicious could reply with another tired cliché, a crackling noise filled the elevator. Trev and Vicious immediately looked over at Fadia.
"What?" she asked, sticking a lollipop in his mouth and stuffing the wrapper into her pocket along with her hands. For one second, Vicious got a flash of Spike. He used to slouch just like that with a cigarette in his mouth. Vicious quickly shook off the image and focused his attention back on the floor numbers.
"We're almost there; you may want to take that thing out of your mouth. Remember what happened last time?" Trev said, redoing his ponytail to catch those strands that had fallen out.
Fadia slightly shuddered and stuck the candy back in its wrapper and then back in her pocket. She then, along with Trev (ain't I got good grammar!), took an 'at ease' position, spreading their legs slightly and putting their hands behind their backs as the elevator came to the top floor. The door opened and they walked out.
Vicious stopped after he'd taken two steps off the elevator. They had changed this room beyond belief! There were bright lights everywhere, those fake plants that you see in office buildings, a mini bar on the far side of the room, gold walls, and blood red carpet. Then if that wasn't bad enough, Vicious decided to look up.
"Dear God, what have they done?!" Vicious said inside his head as he let out a small gasp. The ceiling was completely made out of glass, no support beams or anything, with a little design carved in around the edge. It was a dragon; long, scaly, razor-sharp teeth. Ferocious looking really, but that's not what bugged Vicious. It was the fact that this deadly creature of legend was chasing . . . a butterfly.
"Yah I know," Fadia said, coming over next to Vicious to look up too. "Terrifying isn't it?"
"They decided to do it over in glass instead of building a new ceiling after your little . . . confrontation with Spike," Trev said.
"But . . . it looks . . . why is it chasing a butterfly?!" Vicious managed to get out, not taking his eyes off of the ceiling.
"Oh, it's not chasing it. They just wanted the best person for the glass design and she puts her butterfly symbol on everything. Just try to focus on the dragon," Trev said, looking like he was trying to see the beauty of a scorpion sting or a decaying cadaver.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad," a silky voice said in front of them.
All the people gaping at the ceiling looked down to see a man standing before them. He was dressed in a suit and a white Red Dragon trench coat. He had long red hair and a surprisingly caring face. Vicious looked him over once: besides a few obvious characteristics, he was the double of a man that Vicious had once known, Grencia.
"Greetings Vicious, I've been looking forward to our meeting."
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Dream: Aaaaand that's that! The chapter is done!
Vicious: And you know that it's just gonna get worse!
Dream: That's it Mr. Glass-half-empty! I'm tired of you and your emotional constipation! BE HAPPY DAMN IT!!!
Vicious: 0.o;; . . . . . ummmm, sunshine and puppies?
Dream: THAT'S BETTER! *innocent smile* Now then, to kind of steal from Anne Rice here. . . .
The Vicious Chronicles will continue!
Dream: Man that's fun for some odd reason to type! ^_^ So yah, read and review! I love reviews!