Title: Blue Until Black
Author: TheInfamousBountyHunter
Summary: And it's not my fault that these people are lying at my feet dead. And it's not my fault that I had an affair with my ex- lover's best friend. And it's not my fault that he left me, and that I'm a murder who's just trying to get a bounty on her head, so a stupid fro headed bounty hunter can come and find me. No it's not my fault at all. AU, SxF.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any other shit that comes with it.
Blue Until Black…
My footsteps echoed quietly on the cold, metal floor. My hand reached for the Glock in my coat pocket. I took it out, and bang bang, a blonde slut went down. Bang another person dead. Bang. And I walked out, my hands reaching for my lighter, as I stuck a cigarette in my mouth.
I woke up, grimacing at the cold sweat dripping down my forehead. I reached out shakily for the cup of water near my bedside. I quickly gulped down the warm water and shivered. I closed my eyes, and lay down, but I couldn't get to sleep. You know that nagging feeling you get sometimes, when something big is happening. Well that was exactly how I felt right now. I quickly got out of bed, and pranced all the way to my living room. I checked nightly to see if my bounty was raised.
I was a murder, and I god dammed loved it.
As I changed it to the CBC news channel, I heard the high octave hysterical news reporter, screaming as she walked into the crime scene. "My sister," She was screaming, tears streaming down her face. "I have to get out of here, call fucking Peter Royce!" The blonde perky news reporter, named Dana Marching, ran out of the building, while her crew followed her out. And I grimaced. That was the whore house I "visited" last night. And the screams were delicious.
I'm doing this all for a fucking bastard. I person I loved, who killed my past lover. Jet Black was so warm and safe. I was loved in his arms, and I had to ruin it all by falling in love with a bastard. I still remember the nights I traced Jet's face, remorse written all over my face. And Spike killed him, all because he thought I never loved him.
I'd tell him, night after night, when our affair had just begun, before we'd make love, "Don't play with my emotions, Spike. I don't think I could handle it. Jet's sweet and all, but he doesn't complete me like you do, so please don't play with them." I would plead desperately. And he would nuzzle my cheek, and murmur sweetly in my ear with that low seductive voice of his. "Never, you're the one I love." And he would take me, slowly tasting every moment, as though he was in ecstasy.
And you know what? I fucking believed him.
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Beautiful, ain't it? My new cowboy bebop fan fiction, an AU. Hopefully nobody's down this before, and if they have, well then, I'm sorry. I hope you all enjoy, and hopefully I can update EW soon. I have severe writers' block. This will be a multi- chaptered fic, so watch out for the next chapter.