Brand spanking new fic. Based mostly off of Vincent and I'm not quite sure if I'll involve any of the other Cowboy Bebop people yet besides Vicious and even he might not have much of an appearance. I dun know yet. So far I am welcoming reviews and suggestions about what to do. This is meant to be more of a serious kind of fan fic so settle with me for a little bit. All I know is that this is set just a little while before the movie and explains how Vincent got the nano-machines and how he figured out he had them.
When Poetry brings bad things…
"A small flower is blooming inside my heart, the unwithering flower you gave to me, I was able to believe strongly enough in myself, so I'm not afraid anymore
I was happy meeting you, and proud of our holding hands, Even though we look up to different skies now, see? I can walk on my own now... I laugh more during sad times, to hide the pain I feel inside, but you hugged me gently without saying a thing I felt as if it were like opening a door frozen in ice... I was happy meeting you, Even though I could only share my loneliness, Even though we're separated now, I still feel that we're somehow connected under this sky... I didn't say thank you... I couldn't even promise... However, like on that day, if the wind blows then I know we will surely meet again...I didn't say thank you... I couldn't even promise... However, like on that day, if the wind blows then I know we will surely meet again... I didn't say thank you... I couldn't even promise... However, like on that day, if the wind blows then I know we will surely meet again..."
The old poetry book slammed shut with a noise loud enough to echo for a moment or two. The man who had been reading from the book had a serious look to his face that was only amplified by the serious grey eyes that were tinted with a deeply hidden sadness. Vincent had found the book in the room after he had forced the previous occupants out and nearly killing them. Ever since he had woken up on Titan the ex-soldier had the nagging feeling that he wouldn't have done something like that before he had seen the butterflies. As with every other time he actually thought about them, Vincent instinctually glanced to the multitude of golden butterflies that flew around the room before him, there but not there. As light but not of light. Where had they come from and why did no one else seem to see them? Not for the first time Vincent frowned in displeasure and reached out, his hand closing around one of the golden butterflies and clenching into a fist. He felt no fragile exoskeleton crush in his grasp or the dampness that signaled that vital juices had been spilt. One by one his fingers flexed and straightened until his fist was open and the completely unfazed and unharmed butterfly continued to join its fellows. The poorly built wooden floor creaked as the angular man leaned back in the wooden chair, eyes fixing on the ceiling.
"What a prison I have for myself. Seeing the most beautiful sight in the world and knowing no one else can share it with me. Alone in a place between Heaven and Hell as I hear the devil knocking on my door and a rain of gold to darken my mind…" His voice was harsh from screams he remembered being flung at an uncaring star filled sky. Ironic that the first real memory that he could recall was also his most hated. Wandering the barren moon of Titan, ready to die a broken man when he saw those accursed butterflies. With a slow sigh that helped to release all of the tension in his lean body Vincent sat up and reached into his long coat. When it came out it held a large pistol in his hands and without another thought he shot the old book off of the table. Several loud shouts drew his attention to the grimy window, probably from people down on the street who were worried about the gun shot. A suddenly sadistic smile came to his face as he stood up and grabbed a warlock's hat from underneath the table. Vincent Volaju strode to the window and looked down to the street and the black car parked in front of his building. Several men, dressed in black suits, who looked as if they were Japanese stood by the vehicle and he was about to begin firing when one of the suits reached down and opened up the car door. Even while the one man was doing that, the other two looked up and saw Vincent's goateed visage staring back down at them from the second story. A strangled cry was muffled by the thick glass as the two men who weren't busy reached to their holsters and pulled out small arms. A smile lite up on the ex-soldiers face as he watched the butterflies stir into a frenzy around the car and the people down there, before raising up his own weapon and pulling the trigger. Vincent was able to snap off two shots before he took cover to the side of the window, the return fire shattering the glass and sending shards flying about the room. He was only able to take another quick glance before he was shot at again but what he saw peaked his interest. A man with shoulder length silver hair was climbing out of the car with a large bird on his shoulder and carrying a Japanese katana on his back. That was all he was able to see before bullets forced him to take cover behind the thick plaster of his abode's wall.
dramatic music here- Uh oh. Looks like Vicious has taken an interest in the pre-bio terrorist Vincent and has come for some mysterious purpose.