Title: When Death Comes to Play

Author: Beckzy

Disclaimer: I once again do not own Cowboy Bebop or its characters.

AN: YES, I HAVE FINALLY UPDATED! I know that it's been way over a year, but I have been really busy… cough cough… well I've kind of lost track on the story so I'm going to just go with the flow where I left off and hope the story still has the same spark. And lastly the Vicious and Faye pairing is in the lead, but only by one. Drum roll please…

Chapter Nine

My Teasing Deceptions

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It rained everyday on Mars; you could always smell it before it came. It was well pass midnight now as Faye walked through the deserted streets and the rain was coming down with a vengeance. It pricked at every inch of her skin as her blood mixed into the puddles beneath her sluggish steps. Stupid lunkhead, she thought as she gently touched her stomach. One of her wounds had open from the impact with the ocean and was now staining her dress into crimson oblivion.

That wasn't what concerned her; not at the time being anyways. She had mixed feeling about Spike, but it was nothing like what she felt for Vicious. Vicious was and still remained her first true love and Spike could never take his place in her heart. But is it possible to make room for another? Not if she wanted to bring down the entire relationship of the Red Dragons. Faye quickly vanished that thought from her head as she continued barefooted up the step of the syndicate empire. If she was lucky, no one would notice her when she walked those large glass double doors…

"Where have you been?" Luck was never on her side. A surprised Faye jumped as much as her damaged body could manage when she heard a hushed voice. She turned her head around trying to keep her bloody dress hidden from view. The enormous lobby didn't provide much lighting, making it nearly impossible for Faye's vision to make out the shadow in her state, but his voice making it obliviously clear.

Vicious was never one to be the-overprotective-boyfriend and it wasn't as if she had never heard someone ask her that question, but it was Vicious asking, which made her somewhat worried. Okay so maybe he wasn't being exactly 'overprotective', but this is Vicious and his feelings were sometimes hard to figure out.

"I went out for a few drinks." Faye turned her head back, starting at the large marble stair case ahead of her, hoping that he wouldn't be able to catch her in a lie if she wasn't looking at him. He didn't speak for what felt like ages; her breaths becoming rapid from the lack of blood and emotional turmoil that raced throughout her. She could feel him walking up behind her and she turned her head slightly to glance at him again.

Her eye widened as she felt him grasp her chin painfully with one hands. His nails dug into her cheek as he forcefully pulled her to face him. Pure fear filled her eyes as she gazed at him. He knew…

"Vicious." His name left her mouth as a plea to show her mercy. Vicious had always been intimidating, but she was never frightened by him as she was now. She fixed her gaze on him and choked before she was able to speak. "It meant nothing." She felt him release his hold as he walked silently away. Her hands steadily grazed at where his hands once were. So it begins…

Spike had been in the syndicate training area since he arrived, three hours ago. He knew what he did was a mistake, but he didn't regret one moment of it. Faye was different from most women that he had been with and she was nothing like Julia. Then again Faye could never be his Julia; he couldn't decide which one was more plausible. Faye was strong, witty, and is some strange way, a bit like him. Julia was just, well… Julia. He punched the bag once more as he heard the door open.

"Cruz is dead." Vicious spoke as he examined his 'partner' as if trying to see through him; his eyes showing nothing as usual.

"I heard." Spike returned his gaze as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Something was wrong.

"Did you watch him die?"

"No… I didn't have time." Silence and tension filled the room.

"Yes… that's right. I'm sure you have Miss Valentine to thank for that." So he knew. Spike and Vicious stares didn't falter as they stood again, in complete silence.

"She had nothing to do with it."

"But she has feeling for you… and you're falling in lov-" Vicious smirked as Spike demeanor fell.

"I love Julia."

"Love comes in many forms… but there is only that one time when it's true." With that Vicious turned to leave. Spike closed his eyes. This was only the beginning…

Faye stood quietly in the bathroom of her room. Her wound freshly bandaged and her mind reeling through uncertainty. She looked into the mirror at the bruises developing onto her untainted flesh of her face. Faye needed to settle this with Vicious or she knew that an unwanted outcome would, well… come out of it. Life had a way of being a bitch when you were already buried up to your head in problems.

She walked out of her bathroom and looked around the plainly lit room before opening her dresser. Slipping on a pair of tight jeans and a shirt, she walked out of her room. She didn't know exactly if Vicious was still in the building or if he had left. If he was still in the building then he could be anywhere. Somewhere between her search and her deep contemplation she found the man that she really wasn't looking for… Spike.

They didn't say anything when they noticed each other; just stopped walking. It was really an awkward tension between the two.

"Vicious knows" Spike was the first to talk which startled Faye. She looked to the ground.

"I know… how-"

"I don't know."

"Do you know where he is?" Faye wasn't sure she wanted to know where he was anymore. Right now all she wanted to do was curl into a ball and shrivel into nothing.

"No." Faye nodded to his response and proceeded past him.

"I know you felt it." Spike spoke loudly making her turn to look at him in bewilderment, but before she could say anything he was gone. She did feel it, whatever 'it' may be. Love, lust, a crush; who knows, but she felt it and she liked it. Her eyes widened when she noticed that she felt something for the lunkhead.

SO IT BEGINS…