Disclaimer:
I think you know by now that I do not own Cowboy Bebop...
A/N: Thank you Maruken, Pink-Pooglie, and Tania for your reviews...I agree that there are not enough Vicious fics out there! That's why I'm writing this one.
Keep those reviews coming!
Anyway, I noticed (only after I up-loaded) in the first actual chapter that the format is kind of messed up...won't let it happen again...I promise. Also, about the McLaren F1...just pretend they have those in the future...even though production on them stopped in '98.
Another thing...about Spike, he's up with Faye, bounty hunting away. (I'm a poet and I didn't even realize it. He he he Rommie ) I know it's weird and therefore this story is basically an A/U...so just assume that Julia is dead. Okay, enough ranting...
Chapter 2: Getting Together
Last time:
"Hmmm..." She thought to herself, "He's not so tough..." She smiled back and added a "Nice to meet you too, Vicious..." He walked around her and pulled out her chair for her. "Thank you," she said quietly. Then he sat down and began telling her about the hit...
On with the show:
"I can tell by your expression that you have figured out that I am from the Red Dragons." Vicious paused as the waitress came with the menus. "I'll be right back to take your drink orders." She smiled and left them.
"I think you owe me some kind of explanation...Why did you and your people choose me? What makes me so important that I would stand out in a crowd of assassins? You must have your own people..." Celest stated.
Vicious didn't know the answer to her questions either, so he just slyly changed the subject.
"You are asking the wrong questions, miss Kni-." He was interrupted.
"Please, just call me Celest..." She trailed off when she noticed that she had cut him off. "Oops," she thought.
"Alright, Celest...the questions I think you should be asking are not 'why,' or 'what,' but 'who.'" He said with an almost sadistic smile. Oddly enough he didn't scare her, and she let him see it.
The waitress returned to get their drink orders. Vicious had ordered a bottle of some kind of wine...Celest didn't hear, she was too busy looking at Vicious.
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Vicious POV
"Hmmm...This is interesting," he thought. "There is something not right here." He had felt it when she had entered the place. She elicited a strange feeling. She was smart, pretty, and deadly, every other woman in the syndicate was the same, then what was different about her? She wasn't like those other women, he had to find out...
Vicious quickly snapped out of his reverie, because he caught himself staring at her...although she wasn't looking at him...
Vicious followed the trail of her eyes; it led to one of the exits. "Hn..." He smiled. He remembered Mao, when he was younger telling him to always be aware of the exits. Never leave yourself trapped.
That moment she turned back to Vicious. He faced her and cleared his throat. Something told her that he was normally not like this...
"The target is a man by the name of Max Collins. He is a high ranking officer in the White Tiger Syndicate." He began.
"Oh, I see, he made a "mistake," and you want me to remedy that...",letting her sarcasm get the better of her. He chuckled. Usually he killed people on the spot for a comment like that...most people didn't have the guts to be a smart-ass in front of a ranking officer, but then again...she was different.
Their wine arrived and the waitress asked for their orders. When they were finished, she promptly left.
"As I was saying...Max Collins will be at the Winter Garden at 9:00 p.m. tomorrow for a meeting with the higher-ups of the syndicate. That is when we are to hit our target." He finished.
"Understood." Came her reply. "Wait a minute...WE are to hit OUR target?" she waited for his reply, when it didn't come she continued, "Am I going to be working with you?"
"I know, I know...it is highly unorthodox, but considering you have never worked for a syndicate before...we cannot afford any mistakes..." he paused.
"I'm not working for the syndicate, no one ever said anything about working with the syndicate." She said, for the first time letting a little emotion show.
"Consider this an audition. If you don't screw up, my boss may want to induct you..." he said.
The look on her face was priceless. It was mixed with shock, curiosity, and was it? Was it fear? "No," he said to himself. "It can't be..."
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Celest POV
This wasn't happening. She had heard stories about people in the syndicate. If you tried to get out, they would kill you. She didn't want this. She was a freelance assassin, and assassin for hire. She only said she worked for the company, because they gave her most of her hits.
But then again part of her was saying "Could be fun..." Unfortunately, against Celest's better judgment that part won out...
"An audition, huh?" she questioned. Any trace of indecision on her face disappeared quickly. Almost too quickly, that Vicious thought he had imagined it. A smirk now covered her face.
Their food came shortly after that. They ate in silence. Every once in a while Celest would quickly glance up at Vicious. She was trying to read his face, but soon found it impossible. Slowly the Café began to empty and they were one of the few people still left.
When they were done, Vicious led the way out of the place. The matre-d returned her coat. Vicious helped her put it on. (Like the real gentlemen we know he is) He opened the door and let her go in front of himself. It had begun to rain, and it was coming down hard.
Celest wrapped her coat about herself and shivered a little bit.
"Remember, 9:00 p.m. tomorrow. I will be there to make sure you don't mess this up, although you may not see me." Vicious said quickly. "Here is my card...don't bother to call if you get caught...the syndicate will not claim you as one of their own, so don't even try."
"So why are you giving it to me?" She asked shivering.
Suddenly a car pulled up, she could only assume that is was a syndicate car, he gave her one last look, and without answering he got in, and the car sped away.
"Hn...." She said dejectedly. She had asked one of the valets to pick up her car, when he got there she quickly got in, and didn't bother tipping him. She was not in the mood.
She reached her garage at around 11:30. She ran up to her 6th story flat, and fumbled for her keys. Then she noticed it...Her apartment wasn't locked, and the door was opened just a crack....
A/N: Sorry for the EXTREME OOCness on Vicious. He's too sweet, and I think he talked too much. Oh Well, I try harder next time! Please read and review!
I think you know by now that I do not own Cowboy Bebop...
A/N: Thank you Maruken, Pink-Pooglie, and Tania for your reviews...I agree that there are not enough Vicious fics out there! That's why I'm writing this one.
Keep those reviews coming!
Anyway, I noticed (only after I up-loaded) in the first actual chapter that the format is kind of messed up...won't let it happen again...I promise. Also, about the McLaren F1...just pretend they have those in the future...even though production on them stopped in '98.
Another thing...about Spike, he's up with Faye, bounty hunting away. (I'm a poet and I didn't even realize it. He he he Rommie ) I know it's weird and therefore this story is basically an A/U...so just assume that Julia is dead. Okay, enough ranting...
Chapter 2: Getting Together
Last time:
"Hmmm..." She thought to herself, "He's not so tough..." She smiled back and added a "Nice to meet you too, Vicious..." He walked around her and pulled out her chair for her. "Thank you," she said quietly. Then he sat down and began telling her about the hit...
On with the show:
"I can tell by your expression that you have figured out that I am from the Red Dragons." Vicious paused as the waitress came with the menus. "I'll be right back to take your drink orders." She smiled and left them.
"I think you owe me some kind of explanation...Why did you and your people choose me? What makes me so important that I would stand out in a crowd of assassins? You must have your own people..." Celest stated.
Vicious didn't know the answer to her questions either, so he just slyly changed the subject.
"You are asking the wrong questions, miss Kni-." He was interrupted.
"Please, just call me Celest..." She trailed off when she noticed that she had cut him off. "Oops," she thought.
"Alright, Celest...the questions I think you should be asking are not 'why,' or 'what,' but 'who.'" He said with an almost sadistic smile. Oddly enough he didn't scare her, and she let him see it.
The waitress returned to get their drink orders. Vicious had ordered a bottle of some kind of wine...Celest didn't hear, she was too busy looking at Vicious.
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Vicious POV
"Hmmm...This is interesting," he thought. "There is something not right here." He had felt it when she had entered the place. She elicited a strange feeling. She was smart, pretty, and deadly, every other woman in the syndicate was the same, then what was different about her? She wasn't like those other women, he had to find out...
Vicious quickly snapped out of his reverie, because he caught himself staring at her...although she wasn't looking at him...
Vicious followed the trail of her eyes; it led to one of the exits. "Hn..." He smiled. He remembered Mao, when he was younger telling him to always be aware of the exits. Never leave yourself trapped.
That moment she turned back to Vicious. He faced her and cleared his throat. Something told her that he was normally not like this...
"The target is a man by the name of Max Collins. He is a high ranking officer in the White Tiger Syndicate." He began.
"Oh, I see, he made a "mistake," and you want me to remedy that...",letting her sarcasm get the better of her. He chuckled. Usually he killed people on the spot for a comment like that...most people didn't have the guts to be a smart-ass in front of a ranking officer, but then again...she was different.
Their wine arrived and the waitress asked for their orders. When they were finished, she promptly left.
"As I was saying...Max Collins will be at the Winter Garden at 9:00 p.m. tomorrow for a meeting with the higher-ups of the syndicate. That is when we are to hit our target." He finished.
"Understood." Came her reply. "Wait a minute...WE are to hit OUR target?" she waited for his reply, when it didn't come she continued, "Am I going to be working with you?"
"I know, I know...it is highly unorthodox, but considering you have never worked for a syndicate before...we cannot afford any mistakes..." he paused.
"I'm not working for the syndicate, no one ever said anything about working with the syndicate." She said, for the first time letting a little emotion show.
"Consider this an audition. If you don't screw up, my boss may want to induct you..." he said.
The look on her face was priceless. It was mixed with shock, curiosity, and was it? Was it fear? "No," he said to himself. "It can't be..."
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Celest POV
This wasn't happening. She had heard stories about people in the syndicate. If you tried to get out, they would kill you. She didn't want this. She was a freelance assassin, and assassin for hire. She only said she worked for the company, because they gave her most of her hits.
But then again part of her was saying "Could be fun..." Unfortunately, against Celest's better judgment that part won out...
"An audition, huh?" she questioned. Any trace of indecision on her face disappeared quickly. Almost too quickly, that Vicious thought he had imagined it. A smirk now covered her face.
Their food came shortly after that. They ate in silence. Every once in a while Celest would quickly glance up at Vicious. She was trying to read his face, but soon found it impossible. Slowly the Café began to empty and they were one of the few people still left.
When they were done, Vicious led the way out of the place. The matre-d returned her coat. Vicious helped her put it on. (Like the real gentlemen we know he is) He opened the door and let her go in front of himself. It had begun to rain, and it was coming down hard.
Celest wrapped her coat about herself and shivered a little bit.
"Remember, 9:00 p.m. tomorrow. I will be there to make sure you don't mess this up, although you may not see me." Vicious said quickly. "Here is my card...don't bother to call if you get caught...the syndicate will not claim you as one of their own, so don't even try."
"So why are you giving it to me?" She asked shivering.
Suddenly a car pulled up, she could only assume that is was a syndicate car, he gave her one last look, and without answering he got in, and the car sped away.
"Hn...." She said dejectedly. She had asked one of the valets to pick up her car, when he got there she quickly got in, and didn't bother tipping him. She was not in the mood.
She reached her garage at around 11:30. She ran up to her 6th story flat, and fumbled for her keys. Then she noticed it...Her apartment wasn't locked, and the door was opened just a crack....
A/N: Sorry for the EXTREME OOCness on Vicious. He's too sweet, and I think he talked too much. Oh Well, I try harder next time! Please read and review!