Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop and the characters thereof are not my property. I am merely using them for my own amusement.
Reinventing the Past
Part One: Gone but Never Forgotten
Always at the right place at the wrong time, always a life time late, and always far too many woolongs short, I'm unlucky. Yet, he was lucky. But he didn't believe in luck. He didn't believe much of anything. He knew who he was, but he died away from his past. I dreamed my past away only to awake to a lonesome nightmare. He and I were completely different. I guess that's why I fell in love with him. I hated myself so much; I'd have to love him. Everyone loved him.
Spike, even to think of his name now hurts. It hurts more than I really even know. To say I loved him wouldn't be a lie, because I did. However, it was more than that. Spike and I had a bond, a bond of souls, he was my yin and I was his yang. We balanced each other. I lost part of myself when he flew off that night. It will never come back, and I will never be the same. He went there to find out if he was ever really alive. He went there to settle the score. Vicious killed his love and now Spike has killed him. Best friends turned foes. Spike died, and I'm forever alone. My score is left unsettled. I am not yet the woman I need to be to settle this score. But one day, I will have my revenge. I've never done anything right, and I've never finished anything. But this is important. This is for Spike. It's time the Red Dragons were laid to rest. They tore him away from me. When they are gone, then, only then will it be over. I will have my revenge. Then my soul can rest, just as Spike's does.
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It's been five long years since I've stepped into this city. Tharsis. It hasn't changed at all. To me, it's still Spike in architectural form. I breathe him in the streets and feel him in the air. Suddenly I'm all the more reminded of why I need to do this. Because when it's all over, there will be peace. I will be at peace.
I find myself staring across the street at the massive building. That building will be the center of my life for only God knows how long. It shines in the morning sun. The windows sparkle with luxury. The doorman is almost regal. The awnings were exquisite. Ornate shrubs decorated the sidewalks of the exterior. All that were missing were bars. To a wanderer like me, this was a prison. I've never been stationary. The rusty bebop was the one thing I called home, but it still moved wherever a bounty took us.
Before the memories can flood my resolve, I cross the street. I'm given admittance after verification then escorted to an elevator. After a series of winding hallways, I am left at the door of Mr. Angelo Giordano. The door soon opens with him standing in the frame, his smile as sinister as it should be. I'm led to a seat in front of huge desk.
"Miss Milano, welcome to our organization."
This is my life now. This is my job. Faye Valentine could never do this, but Cecilia Milano can. She's my own reinvention of Spike Speigal. She can do anything. As her, I can finish this. From within the White Fangs, I intend to fully eradicate the Red Dragons.