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As I change from my bathrobe into my night gown I find myself smiling in the mirror, he admitted being attached to me. I wonder if he really meant it, I mean…he is Vicious, and speaking of Vicious, I wonder why he came back in the first place. As I brush out my damp velvet hair, I walk back into the living room, where Princess is currently sleeping on the threadbare rug. A room away, sitting in my kitchen chair, is Vicious.
"Hey, Vicious, why did you come back, after all that crap I said?" His gray eyes rise upwards to me from where he is sitting. I narrow my emerald eyes for an answer.
"When I say I will do something; I do it, Whether or not you tried to 'hurt my feelings' or not. It is called honor, perhaps you should look it up." I suppose he is still referring to the betrayal ten months ago. This is totally unlike anything that has ever happened to me before. I mean if I said that crap to Spike, he'd certainly never keep his word. And if I said that stuff to Shin, he'd probably be depressed. Jet might, and I don't even want to think of Andy…
At that moment in time, I know that Vicious would actually stand by me, for how long, and his motives are another story…
"Is this Vincent guy really that bad? I can take care of myself you know, I may not need you at all." I prod, I am testing him, but only just a little, I part of me wants to see his reaction. His eyes turn into slits and his mouth frowns as if he just thought of Spike.
"That man before with the blue hair is dirt compared to Vincent. If there were no strings attached to this kill, you'd be dead by now. I conclude that he found out this is a Syndicate kill, and he doesn't associate with their kind either." He stands up and looks deep into my eyes, the emerald merges with the gray blue, and turns into the color of the ocean.
"So is the space samurai scared of this Vincent?" I smirk slightly as I see his eyes widen the slightest millimeter. He puts a hand to my cheek and leaves it there, his hand is warm, not ice cold, not dead, warm. I almost tremble as he narrows the space between us and he breathes out his answer.
"Never. Fear is a waste of time and emotion." His lips capture mine expertly and I kiss back, our tongues meet and the familiar sensation thunders through me like a rolling wave. I continue to kiss back, though his lips are crashing down upon mine with an almost urgent feel. His other arm is on my back, pressing my body into his strong torso. I feel like melting into him, but that is what romance novel women do, I am certainly not one of them. I pull back slowly, looking up through teasing lashes.
"So do you think you can really beat this guy…is he as tough as Spike and Blade were?" I question
"If Spike and Blade were the same caliber of this guy I would have sent Shin and your 'Spike reincarnate' to protect you." His lips glide against mine again so softly I thought it was satin, but I am still left wide-eyed. Although I doubt this Vincent is as good as Spike, Vicious will need my help whether he wants it or not. A few strands of silver enter my view and I purse my lips.
"You are going to need help if this guy is as good as you say he is." I back up a step to make sure he sees the seriousness in my hardened eyes. He chuckles once and his hand rests on his katana. The smooth hilt glistens with his hair with the dingy fluorescent light.
"I don't think you understand Faye, I am a hitman. It is my job to kill people, like it is his. If you think that you, the pretty boy Shin, or that imbecile 'Spike reincarnate' will help me, you are mistaken. If your pride is hurting; don't waste time over it." He pauses and opens his mouth, but then shuts it. He better be using a gun; if he just used his katana then I'd be nervous. It takes skill to go up against a long range weapon with a short range one, one on one. I smile faintly.
"As long as you use a gun I won't be there, if you want to kill this guy so badly solo then you can." I walk back to my bedroom, Princess flips over in her sleep and starts growling and biting an imaginary foe, her legs are kicking as if in pursuit. I suppress a laugh.
"Who said I'd be usi-never mind." He stands up and walks towards the door, I stop him.
"Hey, it's three forty-five in the morning, we can share a bed; you look like shit when you're tired." I smirk, wondering if I have ever heard Vicious say 'never mind' he never has a slip of tongue…well, in the verbal sense. I smack myself mentally for even thinking of slip of tongue in that sense…
"You took the words from my mouth." I fume and turn to him; I pick up a dog bone and hurl it at his head, hoping it would connect. I dodged it barely, it made a dent in the drywall and I stormed off to my bed, and made sure that I had all the covers on the far left side of the bed before he came in. He walks in, annoyed that he wouldn't even have a sheet to sleep with, and with my back turned to him, I feel the depression of a body on the mattress as he turns away from me. I hear a clatter of a katana on the other side of the bed.
"Ass, you know that is what you get." I said barely above a whisper…no response. Whatever, I'm not wasting my precious beauty sleep over him. I close my eyes and try to sleep, but my mind seems to be screaming at me…like always…I guess between finding out that Vicious is alive, hitmen trying to kill me, Vicious a hitman, and him versus Vincent death duels, I am a little pissed and confused. I feel Vicious on the other side of my queen size bed, which I happened to steal from a neighbor, begin to move.
If he is trying to get anything from me he has another thing coming, I feel my gun under my pillow, I don't think I'd be able to shoot him anyway, it's just to make sure that I am serious about him keeping his space.
"Godamn you Spike…Julia" I open my eyes, one is twitching, my mouth in a snarl, no one told me that he talked in his sleep! then I am nearly thrown off the bed, sheet and all, when he bolts and sits upright in the bed, breathing heavily, his head bowed.
"What in the hell? Vicious aren't you too old for nightmares? You scared the crap out of me!" I hiss and I sit up, but he doesn't answer, he just stares down, clenching his fist. He turns to me; his eyes are filled with rare fire.
"You said Spike and Julia in your sleep… Jealous that he got her?" I poke him with my finger to make sure he didn't go catatonic on me. His gray eyes widened and his pupils almost dilated…what did I say?
"Are you jealous that she got him?" As much as that comment intended to hurt me, it didn't. I came to terms with Spike and Julia loving each other a while ago. But something tells me, whatever in the seven hells he was dreaming about, was not about Spike getting Julia.
" I probably shouldn't have said that shit." I mutter and lay back down on my back, he is still sitting up, looking down at me; his eyes are back to normal, back to the blue gray that I fall into so much. He falls back on the bed and wraps his arms around me. I tuck my head into his shoulder, too mechanically for my opinion, trying to memorize his scent that is of snow and storms. I feel his warmth radiate into me like a blanket of muscle and smooth skin.
Then I intently listen for any indication that he might think that I am someone else who he is holding. Like Julia. Just because I've fallen for the guy, doesn't mean I am not going to make sure that he isn't still hung up on that blonde anymore. He better not be; I'm tired of trying to get out of Julia's impressive shadow.
"Fall asleep Faye." He says simply, I soon feel thankfully reassured, He thinks I am Faye. I smile slightly. I loose myself in his snow-storm scent and his shielding warm arms. I loop my slender arms around him as I fall into a blissful slumber, even though I have had to use sleeping pills for the last few months. I would never admit this out loud, but I wish I could be enveloped in this forever.
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The room was silent, save for the under-laying rumble of anger, confusion, and pensiveness. I stand up, my teal eyes are reminiscent of a snakes, I am so confused and raging I feel my pupils slit. I don't know why I am angry, chances are her cover was blown…but there is something amiss here.
"Shin why didn't you tell me that she was on Mars?!" An equally exasperated Jet rubs his temples with his hand, as if freeing himself from a headache. "Shin, there is something going on isn't there…something you are hiding…what is it?!" Jet puts down his plate and stands up, he is a few inches taller than I; a table separates us. I narrow my eyes accusingly at Alisa then I look to Jet
"Faye and I are targets for hitmen…I don't know why, I don't know how. All I know is that someone is after Faye and me, possibly you as well." Jet's jaw drops from the finality of my words, Alisa's sepia eyes widen in surprise. Jet runs a hand through his thinning hair and looks at me one more time.
"There is something else isn't there. Why you haven't gone to help her by now…" He trails off; I can tell his ISSP mind is reeling for any possibilities. Alisa's eyes move between Jet and I multiple times before she stands up as well, but before she can pipe up I point to her accusingly.
"How did you know that Faye was in Phoenix, there is only one other person that knew before I told Jet. Tell me, who is informing you and why are you here?!" I almost snarl, I feel so out of character and stressed. Nothing is simple, nothing. I just wanted Faye and I to be together, or at least for Faye to be happy, but no. Vicious and his story about hitmen are making everything complicated. At first I didn't believe Vicious, but now I am glad I did.
"Don't talk to Alisa like that! It's not her fault she knows these things stop being fucking paranoid." He raises his arm at me and whips it about him in fury as he talks, I forgot he likes her so much, before I could utter another word, Alisa pulls out a pistol and holds it to his head.
"That doesn't matter, what concerns you is the fact that I know Vicious is alive, and that you know too much." Her sepia eyes narrow; but widen as she looks to Jet, almost in regret. Jet's face falls, like a stone thrown into water.
"Sorry Jet, but I needed the money to get Rhint out of jail…The Black Falcons had an opening for a negotiator and I got the job. I'm not the innocent little thing that you want me to be…" She clicked the safety on her pistol, holding it now to Jet I am just a little pissed…I knew I should have listened to my instincts.
"What do you need to know about Vicious, Alisa…" She turns, and smiles as if I read her mind, which I am sure that I have, she didn't come all this way to blow Jet's or my head off, it would be suicide. I feel the hidden switchblade in my sleeve, it's always on me.
"I don't need to know a thing, my superior, however, needs to know." She stands there darkly, imposing, yet I can see the trembling of her trigger finger, and the innocence in her sepia eyes. She doesn't know what she has gotten herself into. I pity her, because she won't ever be able to escape the Syndicate once she finds out how horrible they really are. She then takes a headset out of her purse, on her side the entire time, and puts it around her ear, she then murmurs into it softly.
"If you think I'm going to tell you where Vicious is you are insane!" I yell. She frowns, takes the gun and shoots it at Jet, the bullet whizzes his face. Jet is in disbelief, I am not. I have seen what the Syndicate can do to innocent people who think they are just entering the Syndicate for a one-time thing.
"I whether you tell me or not is not my concern, I will find out either way and Vicious will be contained either way." She shifted her weight and aimed the pistol back at me, she wont shoot me though she needs me, Jet is another story.
"Vicious is a hit man, trying to ascertain him is not a likely option. He'd rather die then be imprisoned." I grin, knowing full well that even if I wanted Vicious to be killed, it is not likely. Personally, at this point, I wouldn't mind either way if Vicious is alive or dead. Faye could do a lot better than him, in fact if Vicious were dead I think it would be better for her, I mean Vicious is still a killer.
"Oh, so that's how you figured out the plan, Vicious is a hitman, he told you. Very clever..."Alisa concludes as she adjusts her pistol, keeping it on Jet, while looking at me and murmuring again into her headset, she isn't speaking in words, it must be a code.
"This world is coming to a damn end…" I see Jet sit back down on the couch, in spite of Alisa's gun being on him, and breathe a heavy sigh. I feel bad for the guy, he was left out of the loop this entire time.
"Jet…" For a moment she was lost and looking at him like a little child, then she snapped out of her sincerity. "Shin, We need your help to catch Vicious, he is a menace! Just look at him, he kills everyone in sight; he is ruthless, cunning and merciless. If you help the Black Falcon Syndicate capture him, you'd not only be doing Mars a favor, but Faye as well…" I stop. Faye, she could do so much better than Vicious…She just doesn't know that yet, she just wants someone to fill Spike's place, that's all. Well, perhaps Alisa is right, I won't be killing Vicious, just turning him in.
"Alisa, your offer is tempting, however I have to decline-" She stops me
"Remember Shin, he killed your brother…Lin. Don't you think his death should be justified?" I swallow a lump in my throat, she is right…I have to do this for Lin and Faye. Faye deserves better anyway, whether it is me or someone else, she doesn't know what she is getting herself into.
"Wait, hold on, Spike never said a thing about Vicious killing Lin! Shin, Alisa listen to me, getting involved with this Syndicate is a bad idea. It's not too late, you can take refuge here." Jet protested vehemently, his muscular arm flexing while his robotic ones hand is clutched in a tight fist.
"Are you defending Vicious?" I ask in an unbelieving tone.
"No, I could care less about the guy. Go to Faye, but don't turn Vicious into the Syndicate, you might get caught up in the Syndicate's shit too." Jet explains in a warning tone, he just doesn't want to see anyone chasing their pasts. Well I am not Spike, I am not Vicious, I am not even my brother. I know what I am doing, nothing will happen. I'll just sneak up on Vicious with a tranquilizer gun and it will all be finished.
"Jet I know what I am doing…." I pause to think of my words that have caught somewhere between my brain and my mouth.
"Spike said the same thing. Just don't follow in his footsteps Shin." All the sudden my eyes widen considerably and I recall the words that Vicious said to me…
---flashback---
'Shin, do not follow in your brother's footsteps.' His titanium eyes sliced back to me, even though I can't see his face because he doesn't even have to decency to face me. His dark cloak like a veil of night; surrounds him in the abyss of the hallway.
He states it as if it would happen, as if I would make the same mistake of believing in him and dying. I bet Vicious just had fun shooting him in the chest, that's how he died. He got shot in the chest…
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"Alisa. Lets go, let's go to Phoenix, Vicious needs to be taken care of." I say with finality and sharpness of a Syndicate hardened leader. She smirks and takes out her comm.-link, I suppose to call her superior. I throw my old communicator on the couch, without much regret. My teal eyes harden into crystallized turquoise and I am barely aware of Jet's downcast look as he walks off towards where Ed ran off…
Jet just doesn't understand anything.
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Sorry guys, I have been out of town for a while....but now I'm back! expect some random comments of Vicious degrading some of Spike's attributes because he was his friend and that is what guys do! Vincent is probably Spike's equal, but Vicious wouldn't admit it.
Sorry If Shin was out of character…he is supposed to be. Alisa, Jet's old girlfriend, is very persuasive… I guess…I don't know, I don't think she was in character either.
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dream = ---dream--- its really complicated isn't it? XD
Don't worry if you are a little confused, hopefully things will get cleared up in the next chapter.
Oh yeah, Vincent from the movie is going to be in this fic, but don't flame me if he is out of character, I haven't seen the movie in a really long time…or it seems like it has… anywho… I know the movie was supposed to take place btw #22 and #23 but in this fic's case, pretend the movie never happened and Vincent is not a biologic sociopath, though you can draw any sociopath conclusions from this fic that you want to. ()
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