Title: When Death Comes To Play
Author: Beckzy
Dislclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or anything else.
Chapter Six
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The Love of Two
Faye walked the edges of the syndicate. She had never really seen all of it, but then again there wasn't much to be seen. She walked to the front of the building and sat on the stairs that lead to the street. Her mind was occupied with what had happen. It had felt so right; so good, yet something inside of her told her it was wrong, that he was wrong. She was falling for him and fast. It wasn't like she was a virgin; her virginity was never the issues. She was just afraid of falling in love.
She hadn't seen much of Vicious in the past three days. He was always out with Mao or Spike. They were out making compromises and deals with other top and bottom-line syndicate. It was always about the power and money. They would agree on something and then turn around and kill them all. She didn't know much, but she knew this world wasn't going to outlast the terror and strength of the strong and the intelligent. When she did see him he avoided any contact with her. So she was some what confused by why she had slept with him before she really knew him; before she really knew what she felt for him. He had told her that there was no strings attached yet she slept with him anyways. I'm not a slut, she thought. She would tell him that and set the story straight. All this thinking was giving her a headache.
Faye was informed by her uncle the night before that the White Tigers would stop at nothing to bring down the Red Dragons. If they had to they would do it little by little. She was one of there main targets because she had escaped death when they had killed her parents. Like she had said many times before she was a strong women; stronger than most of the men in this syndicate, and she could defend herself.
She wasn't afraid of death; she had nothing to loose and that was the main reason she was afraid to care for someone. Sure, she loved her parents, but she obviously couldn't protect them; they were dead. Love only brought problems; that's why my father was so weak, she thought, he loved two; my mother and me, and he lost because of it. Faye was stubborn, she couldn't fall in love now; she had too many problems of her own.
She watched as a black car pulled up to the front of the building and watched two men walked out. First it was her uncle and then Spike. Neither of them had noticed her until they had approached the steps.
"Hello dear." Faye stood up as her uncle greeted her. Spike only stood behind him. Mao didn't look happy; his face was showing more wrinkles than usual and his normal smile was nothing more than a fine line. "Faye I need to talk to you." She had confusion written all over her face. She looked over to Spike who was serious, he had never looked like that, and it scared her.
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She closed the door behind her. She and Mao were the only ones in the office.
"Sit." He commanded as he, himself did so behind his desk. Faye sat nervously in the chair in front of him.
"What's wrong?" She was bewildered. Was she the only one who didn't know a thing about why everyone was so worried?
"Now I know I'm not your father and I can't tell you right from wrong, but I'm just trying to look out for you. What you do is non…" He was interrupted.
"I don't know what your talking about." He rubbed his forehead and cleared his throat.
"I was informed about relations you were having with Vicious." He looked over to her. Her face showed nothing, and instantly he knew that it was true. "What you do with him is none of my business, but you must understand he's… he's… well he's not the mos.."
"I'll find that out for myself. If I get hurt then its my responsibility to pick up pieces…" She smiled at her uncle as she rested her head on her hand. "You worry to much."
"Just be careful." She stood from the chair and walked to the door.
"I will." With that she left. Mao only stared at the door she had gone through.
"Let hope so."
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She walked down the stairs and into the lobby of the building. She stopped at the door and looked out its glass surface. It was raining again, the gray clouds shadowed the city. She didn't like it here, as a matter of fact, she hated it here. So dark, and cold, it was the city of hell. She walked out into the rain. She stood there for a while and let the rain run through her hair and down her body. She couldn't help but smell the rain, it reminded her of the smell of rain on Earth. She walked down the stairs and into the city. People ran for cover as if began to rain harder. She pulled a cigarette from her pocket and lit it.
When she finished she had reached the apartment building. She listened as water fell along the iron gate as she past it. She walked to the apartment numbered '2C'. She hesitated a little, she was somewhat nervous. She lifted her hand and knocked. The door creaked open and Vicious looked down to the women before her. She was somewhat fidgety but she had no idea why. He said nothing only looked down at her as she looked at him. A few seconds passed as he stepped to the sided letting her in. She walked in and turned around to look at him. Her body shook as the cold from the rain began to set in.
She was startled as a blanket was thrown her way. She unfolded it and wrapped it around her small frame. She didn't know what to do now that she was there; she had planned on coming over and telling him what was on her mind, but now that he was right in front of him, she was at a loss for words. Faye looked to the ground as Vicious stared at her as if she were the only one there. She finally spoke.
"I don't know what happened that night, but I'm not a slu…." She looked at him now completely unraveled.
"It was lust." She looked at him somewhat shocked. She shook her head and looked back down to the ground. I guess I was wrong, she thought. Hurt enveloped her whole. Tears threatened to come out, but she held them back as she stood firm. Before he knew what happened, she smacked him. He grabbed her wrist and brought her closer to him. She struggled to get out of his grasp as she was pinned to the wall. He lowered his head to hers and placed his lips upon her lips. She tried to move, but she couldn't resist his kiss. She melted once again into the passion. Hands touched flesh as he released her wrist, and she could feel his thigh against her own. Why was she doing this… her uncle had warned her that she was going to get hurt.
He lead her to the bed where she started to remove his shirt and he removed her soaked one. She could feel his hand running up her side furiously as she ran hers through his hair. She couldn't stop it, she didn't want to stop it.
He sat upright on the bed, sheets covered there bodies. She was asleep; she was always beautiful when she was dreaming. He knew what had happened before wasn't lust, but he couldn't admit to her that he felt something. He didn't know what it was, but as he looked down her now, he felt it again… love.
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She dressed herself. It was only 11 in the evening and she had time to spare. Vicious sat on the side of the bed his back turned to her, he was already dressed. When she was done walked over to the side of the bed and sat next to him. Nothing was said; why they were always so quiet no of them knew. She looked down to his hand and grabbed it gently with her own. She clenched it lightly and he responded by doing the same. That action had shown it all; the care and love they had to give each other. He still hadn't looked at her, but she knew what he was feeling. She leaned over and kissed his cheek before standing to leave. He didn't look back to see her leave, but he heard the door close and footsteps fade.
'Death is nothing but the consequence for playing the game'
'And what game would that be?'
'The game of love.'
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So were they a thing; a couple. She didn't know yet. When she left the house it was still raining. It always rained when she was around him. The syndicate wasn't far from his apartment, but she wasn't heading there. To many questions and drama unfolded in the place she lived. So she just explored the city some. With her luck she'd find a White Tiger member some where, but nothing so far. She found a bar that radiated with the sound of jazz. It caught her eye, so she went in. She saw a familiar man sitting in the far corner of the bar… it was Spike. He had a small glass of liquor before him and a bent cancer stick hanging limp from his lips. She walked slowly over to the empty bar stool next to him.
"Is this seat taken?" He turned his head and nodded a no. She sat and watched as the bartender approached her. "Bloody Mary." She looked over to the man next to her. His eyes showed nothing as well as him face. Although his face was emotionless, he looked lost. Something just wasn't right. She was brought out of her daze when a glass of her drink was place in front of her. She grasped it with one hand and took a sip. Spike wasn't himself lately. He was more laid back then usual; if that was even possible. His face was always firm and he never smiled. Faye used to hate the way he would tease her, but now she honestly missed it.
"Want to talk about it?" She wanted to know what was wrong; she didn't know why she cared, but she did.
"No." He sipped the rest of his drink and stood throwing a few woolongs on the counter. She watched as he walked out the bar and chased him. She was furious. What the hell is this all about, she thought. The bartender yelled after her because she hadn't paid, but she paid no mind to him. Faye caught up to Spike. She wanted to know what the hell was his problem.
"I was just trying to be nice you know!" She stopped his walking by stepping in front of him. He only stared at her as he flicked his cigarette into a puddle.
"Nice is an understatement… Nosey is more like it." He reached in his pocket and removed another cigarette. He lit it as she stood there, her blood evidently boiling at this point. He replaced his lighter in his pocket and exhaled.
"You don't know what being considerate is!" If it was possible she could have had smoke fuming from her ears. Was it really a crime to be compassionate around here, she thought.
"I didn't know a wrench like you was capable of showing any consideration." He remained calm through this all and laughed on the inside as he watched her flame ignite. They both knew that they could go at it all night if they had to. Spike had made Faye's night hell and Faye had made his even worse. Julia and him had gotten into an argument a few days ago and he hadn't seen her since. When he tried her apartment she either didn't answer or wasn't home and not seeing his angel was killing him. Julia was the only women he could stand and only because he loved her.
"Well I'm capable of doing more than you could ever imagine on accomplishing in lifetime."
"I don't think whoring myself is on my list of goals Faye." He had struck the nerve that set her off.
"You don't know anything about me! So don't accuse me of being a hussy!." She wanted to yank that cigarette right out of his mouth; she wanted to punch him until he cried for her to stop; she wanted to claw his eyes out until they bleed, but she just walked off leaving him to do whatever he was planning on doing before she chased him out there. Damn that man… who the hell did he think he was! She should have killed him for that comment. Her night was officially ruined.
WITH HATE COMES LOVE