Title: When Death Comes To Play
Author: Beckzy
Summary: Prior to the Cowboy Bebop sessions. Mao Yenrai, the leader of the Red Dragon, brings his niece to the syndicate after his brother and his sister-in-law were killed by a rival syndicate. The White Tiger syndicate is after his niece and the Red Dragon. Faye is her name and she falls for Vicious, but what happens when Spike falls for her?
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop and I never will. :(
Author's Note: Thanks for all the great reviews and ill look out for typos and other stuff. Sorry for not updating sooner I've been on vacation for the past week and I haven't been near a computer long enough to write the next chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter Two
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The Game Begins
'Death will come… to those who risk to play.'
'Death is nothing but the consequence for playing the game.'
'And what game would that be?'
Silence.
'The game of love.'
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Echoes filled the halls of the tall building; night drowned day. She looked around the hall for a shadow, a voice, a sound; nothing.
"Good." She walked to the elevator and entered its doors, watching as they closed behind her. She pushed a few loose strands behind her ear and adjusted her holster, before pushing the button numbered '1'. She waited as it carried her down the building. The doors opened and there in all his glory, stood Spike.
"Where are you off to?" Faye stared daggers at the lanky man before her.
"Out… not like it's any of your business."
"This is not the safest city for a woman to be roaming around at 12 in the morning." He grinned at her as she turned around.
"What is it with you and thinking women are helpless?… I can protect myself just fine, thank you." With that said she walked out the glass doors, into the city. He followed her seconds later making sure he didn't lose sight of her; as well as making sure she didn't see him.
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With her slender legs and her looks, she could get almost anything, and she decided to get a drink at a bar a few blocks from the syndicate. No one had questioned her about her age, her being 17 yet looking at least 24. It had been twenty minutes since she had gone into the small, desolate bar, and already she was on her forth screwdriver. It was getting to her, but her face remained grim. She sipped her poison as she removed her black trench coat.
"Hey there honey." She looked over to a man, his hair, or what was left of it, was plastered to his forehead. He was tall and thin with breath that reeked of cheap alcohol and stale tobacco. She looked away and said nothing as she sipped on her now half empty glass. "How 'bout you and me leave this place and get a place of our own?" She turned her head and stared the man in the eyes with her own piercing jade ones.
"Sorry… I'm not that kind of girl." She said with a smile on her face, but her eyes were ready to kill. He looked at her and smiled back as he grabbed her waist and ran a hand up her thigh.
"Come on… I can show you things you've never seen or… felt before." That was it… she turned around and punched him square in the face. Blood sprayed from his nose.
"You stupid bitch! You broke my fucking nose!" He held his bloody nose as Faye gulped down the remaining liquid and grabbed her coat. She made her way out the door and into the street as she placed her trench coat on herself.
"Pretty impressive." She looked to her right to see the green haired lunkhead, lighting up a cancer stick.
"Are you stalking me?!" She was annoyed by all of his sudden appearances.
"I was just trying to see just how well you could protect yourself." He inhaled on his cigarette and looked up at Faye when nothing was said. She stared at him and he stared back in bewilderment. "What?" He asked with confusion written all over his face.
"My uncle put you up to this didn't he?" He looked at her and smiled as she shook her head with anger.
"What can I say, he cares." She looked to the ground beneath her feet and stood in silence for a while.
"I'm going to bed…" She focused her attention on Spike and her eyes turned to slits. "… and don't follow me."
He stepped on his cigarette and looked at the short haired vixen with a lop-sided grin. "But hey, it's my job."
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Sunlight entered the small room and the rays hit everything in its path. She awoke when the light finally met her face. Her head ached and her muscles were tense. She removed the sheets from her body and entered the small bathroom near her window. She washed her face and look at herself in the mirror. She was paler than normal and she had bags under her eyes.
"Ughh… why me?" She opened the cabinet and removed a bottle of aspirin; she turned on the faucet and swallowed two pills followed by some water. After turning off the water her dried her hands and left the bathroom. Faye looked around the room. It was empty, only and bed and drawer on one side and a window on the other. Not like her house. It will never be like her house.
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A kick, and then a punch, the bag swung back and then to her. She stopped it with her hand and leaned against it as she breathed heavily and sweat poured down her head. She grabbed a towel from the rack and began to wipe her face. The sound of clapping hands caught her attention. She turned her head towards the door to see a tall man. White strands fell around his face while the rest was tied back. His eyes black eyes were cold and his face was hard, yet something caught her eyes.
"Nice…" He walked in and eyed her up and down. "… very nice." She stared at him threw strands of hair that fell around her face, making her even more beautiful. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever.
"I was just leaving if y…" She was cut off as her legs swung from under her and by the time she opened her eyes she was on the ground. She breathed heavily and her eyes were wide with shock and surprise.
"Never leave your guard down." His voice was like ice… what a first impression, she thought. Her eyes narrowed as he helped her back up. "That the only rule you must know if you're going to be staying in this syndicate.
"I'll remember that." Her voice spat sarcasm as she headed towards the door.
"Have a nice day, Miss Valentine." She turned around somewhat confused on how he knew her name, but as she thought, she was the top mans niece. She smiled as she left the room. Vicious grabbed a towel from the rack and looked out the door were Faye had left not even two minutes before. His face was motionless, but his mind knew what would come… a woman in the syndicate only meant chaos, one way or another.
Death will come to those who risk to play… the game of love.
IT'LL COME KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR
Author's Note: What did you think about this one? Well for the Faye/Vicious fans there well be more soon, and there will also be some Faye/Spike here and there, but towards the end they will get stronger. Well if you didn't like this chapter or you think I should stop then just review. The next chapter will be up in a few days. Thanks again for all the great reviews!