Ballad of a Dead Soldier
By: AegisX
Yo, this is my first shot at a Bebop fic, so I don't know how it'll turn out, yeah, but the show must go on! Props to mistatephoenix
Disclaimer: Don't own Cowboy Bebop, cause if I did Spike might've gotten a haircut!
Spike: Hey! That isn't funny!
Chapter 1: Wake up dead
"Who the fuck are you?" A loud mouth hood asked with a sneer on his face as he stared down the man in front of him.
"We're here to tell you that it's time you and your friends ended this little game of yours," the ice cold voice of the male in front of him made the hood step back slightly.
He continued to stare, his eyes taking in the manner of clothing he wore. A tall male, red and black streaked hair pushed back out of his face into thick spikes that cascaded down to his neck, curling outwards, crimson colored orbs rimmed in forest green, holding a frigid glare; wearing a black suit complete with a black tie and dark green shirt, a dark green duster that fell almost to his ankles, black boots on as well as black gloves. "Who the fuck gave you such a stupid idea? Do you fucking think we'll back down because of what you say?"
"It doesn't matter anymore, you didn't heed the warning we gave you," the same frigid voice answered him and there was a sudden movement as the men behind the figure armed themselves, all aiming in his direction.
"Fuck you, who the fuck do you think you are to threaten me?" the hood yelled as he reached into his jacket to pull something out when the cold voice said again "The Phantomz send their regards," before a hail of gunfire erupted.
The hood watched as all the people behind him were cut down by bullets, blood splattering everywhere and onto him as well, soaking into his clothing; he felt the sudden burn of pain and he collapsed to the floor, seeing the bullet wound in his leg. The gunfire itself died down as there was no one left to kill except for him; the hood looked up to see the same figure walk forward.
"Remember who kills you," the frigid voice was heard before it was drowned out by a loud gunshot.
"Sir, every target has been neutralized," a voice reached the cold eyed male's ears. He turned to see another man wearing a similar suit except that it was dark blue and he wore a black duster; with red hair thickly spiked and dark brown eyes, he looked around ensuring that they were covered.
"Yoh, everything's ready on this end," another man walked forward into the light, of similar height as the commander and the red haired man, only with short blue hair and a matching suit as the red haired figure, his blue/gray eyes on the commander.
"Renji, Ryo, I want everyone out and double time it," Yoh said, reaching into his duster pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes from which he extracted one, which he placed into his mouth before lighting it with a silver zippo.
Both men left as Yoh took a long drag of his cigarette before putting to his ear a com link, into which he spoke "Do it!" A full 30 seconds later, an explosion ripped through the air as he turned on his heel and walked away towards a black car that was parked not far from the collapsing apartment building.
The day began cloudy and looked as if it would end with rain as Yoh walked out of the syndicate headquarters building. His hands in his pockets as the cold air blew, his duster billowing in the wind as his feet led him towards a familiar club; the sounds of jazz music reached his ears as he stood at it's entrance, almost debating with himself as to enter or not. He stepped in and went to sit by the bar, motioning for the bartender to bring him a drink, "One Whiskey, on the rocks."
After the bar tender arrived with his drink, he turned his back to the bar and faced the stage where a woman with fiery red hair sang a sad song about love, loss, and pain. Yoh sipped his drink, taking another once he was done and after several he stood up to leave, passing by where the red haired woman sat, holding her own drink "That was a good song," he said before dropping money on the table and walking out of the club into the snow. He walked through the snowy streets, his mind set on getting home and sleeping; he heard the sounds of someone's screams and he stepped into an alley to find the source.
Yoh saw a man trying to push a woman against the wall by force as he tore the clothing of her and Yoh decided that the scum needed to die. "What are you doing?" he asked in his cold frigid voice, one of his hands at his side in wait for the firefight that would come.
"Who the fuck are you?" the man asked as he turned around, forgetting about the woman that he had against the wall, "Do you realize who you're messing with, punk?" the man asked again as he stepped towards Yoh, his hands reaching for some kind of weapon as Yoh only shifted his stance only 2 inches to the left. "I'm part of the Bloody Fangs and you're making a big mistake," the man uttered out as he drew a silver gun from under his jacket and pointing it at Yoh.
"You're dead and there's nothing you can do about it," Yoh said as he drew his black matte Desert Eagle and fired a round into the man's forehead, killing him. He holstered the gun and turned to the woman, "Don't wander around this late anymore, I won't always be around to save you again," Yoh told her as he took off his duster and draped it on the almost unclothed woman's form, walking out of the alley with his hands in his pocket like nothing happened.
"Thanks, but who are you?" the woman called out to the retreating form of Yoh as he walked away into the night, cigarette smoke swirling above his head.
"Thank you, who ever you are…" the woman's whisper trailed off as she walked home quickly to get out of the cold.
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"Yesterday, a violent firefight erupted in the heart of the Bloody Fangs territory, which was quickly followed by an explosion that leveled the building which police suspect had been their headquarters. It is rumored to be a hit from one of the Syndicates, as the gang was beginning to meddle in their affairs; the question is which Syndicate is responsible for the hit?"
Yoh woke up groggily as the sound of his television made him do so, bleary eyed and still half asleep he wandered into his kitchen for something to drink. "Gotta burn, gotta burn, gotta burn," he muttered thickly as he drank a glass of water.
After showering, dressing, brushing his teeth and arranging his hair, Yoh was out the door and wandering into the morning wearing dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt and a brown bomber jacket under which his trusty Desert Eagle was holstered. He walked through the trash littered streets with his hands in his pocket; his destination was one apartment in particular.
Once outside the building, he walked inside the lobby and pressed the call button on number 414, "Who is it?" a voice responded, sleepy in sound.
"Open up, little red riding hood," Yoh spoke into the speaker, stepping back as he heard the sound of a door unlock. He walked through the door and up the stairs until he reached the door in question with the numbers 414 in gold coloring on it; not bothering to knock, he stepped inside and walked over to a couch and sat down.
He heard the sounds of water running somewhere in the apartment signifying that the owner was taking a shower; it continued for 20 more minutes before it suddenly ended and a door opened somewhere.
"What are you doing here so early in the morning?" someone asked from behind Yoh, who simply leaned his head back to see who it was. Standing there wearing a lavender bath towel was a green haired curvaceous beauty, with her hands on her well endowed hips as she looked at Yoh with almost glowing caramel colored eyes.
Yoh smirked as he got up from the couch, walking around it and behind the woman. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her luscious scent vanilla and cherry blossoms as he whispered "Morning, Jenna" softly.
"As much as this could lead to fun things, no," Jenna answered as she pulled herself away from Yoh, turning to face him. "I heard that the Bloody Fangs were mostly taken out yesterday, was it you?"
Yoh only shrugged as he walked back to the couch, turning on her television, it already set on the news. "We've received some information regarding the attack on the Bloody Fangs. Our sources indicate that it was a syndicate and the list has been narrowed down to three the Red Dragons, Black Phoenix, or the Silver Phantomz. It seems like all three syndicates had a reason for neutralizing the Fangs and the police have given a sigh of relief as they are spared the reason for taking down the gang themselves. In other news…"
Jenna flicked the channel before heading into her room to change, turning to look at Yoh who she told "I'm going to get dressed. No peeking," waggling one finger threateningly before stepping into the room.
"Didn't take the media long to sniff out who did it," Yoh muttered as he rubbed his eyes while lying back on the couch. He waited for ten more minutes before Jenna came out dressed in leather pants, a pair of high-heeled boots, a black tight blouse with a black bomber jacket over it.
"How about we hit the Streaks for some breakfast," Jenna said as she reached into her pantry for her gun, a black grip chromed P226 .45 cal pistol and grabbing 5 extra clips and shoving them into her pockets.
Yoh whistled appreciatively at the sight of her, his eyes shining with mischief as she shot him a glare "I couldn't help it, it was just there…" he trailed off, standing up and walking to the door with Jenna.
Once out the door and walking down the street, they were both deep in conversation when the sound of running footsteps reached their ears. Yoh quickly checked out the situation, watching as the men all surrounded them and one single man walked forward.
"I'm here to settle the score, bitch!" the man called out as he stepped forward more until he was about two feet away from Yoh and Jenna as he continued "My name's Ronnie Steel and I represent the remaining Blood Fangs. We're here to pay you back for yesterday."
As one they all drew weapons, not suspecting that Yoh and Jenna would draw theirs as well, "3, 2, 1, Let's Jam!" Yoh muttered out as he fired off three shots, killing two thugs and wounding another as he jumped over the hood of a car, gunfire following him; Jenna fired and took down 2 thugs, the wounded one and another before ducking behind a set of stairs.
Yoh popped up, firing several rounds and killing more thugs when a slug imbedded itself in his shoulder making him grunt in pain "Jenna, run!" he yelled as he saw more men coming.
Jenna looked at him before a round pinged off the banister of the stairs and Yoh roared out again "Just run," as more reinforcements rushed into the area. She gave him a pained look as she fired off her remaining rounds of her second clip before turning and running from the area as the thugs were all distracted with Yoh.
Yoh reloaded his gun, seeing as he had only two more clips remaining and turned away from the gun battle, running down a street and into a nearby church, gunfire skittering at his feet. He ducked behind the doors, holding his bleeding shoulder before ducking off into the darkness of the altar area, setting himself for a gun battle.
As he crouched in the darkness, he relaxed his breathing, ignoring the searing in his shoulder as he watched the door burst open and eight men walked in cautiously "He went in here, I'm sure of it," a yellow shirted one said and a black t-shirt one answered "Are you sure? If you're wrong, then you're screwed big time."
Yoh stepped from behind the pillar, firing at the yellow shirt, hitting him in the leg then in the skull as he fell; he moved away from the pillar, running alongside of the pews as he fired on another one, killing him when a round of hot lead struck him in the abdomen, almost knocking him to the floor. He struggled to stay alive as he continued to fire upon the remaining people, cutting two more down as he stumbled up the stairs, leaning against the wall as he caught his breath. With five more remaining, he reloaded his gun and popping up from his position shot another as a round grazed him in the head, blood trickling down into his right eye; he put several more rounds into the black t-shirted thug when he was hit in the chest with another slug.
Yoh stumbled back, leaning against the wall as the burning of the wounds and the blood loss pulled him into a haze from which he struggled to pull out of; the sounds of pounding feet announced that the remaining thugs were coming up the stairs and he aimed his gun with a wavering hand as he closed his right eye to aim.
"I think he's dead, he took 4 rounds and he's been bleeding like crazy," a green shirted thug said as he walked around the arch that separated the stairs from the walkway followed closely by the last 2 thugs when Yoh fired his gun, rounds punching into all three.
"Imbeciles, you bunched yourself up," Yoh muttered weakly as he stood up; stumbling down the stairs and out of the church, blood trailing from his wounds as he walked down an unfamiliar street. The world swam in his eyes as he watched an unfamiliar figure heading into his direction when he suddenly felt his legs give out on his and he collapsed onto the street, a deep groan of pain erupting from his mouth before he sunk into the darkness.
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Images flashed through his vision, leaving faintly glowing trails of color in their wake as he saw things. He saw his close friends all in a bloody battle for survival before the image faded away leaving only color until another took it's place; this one of a person with green hair, a blue suit with the sleeves rolled up, a yellow shirt with the collar undone standing next to a silver haired man wearing dark clothing as well as a katana at his waist then too that image disappeared for another. One of holding the woman he loved, unknown to him who that woman was, but he held her close as she died in his arms her lips moving silently before it too was swallowed up and another took his place, one of another unfamiliar man with black hair telling him "You gotta burn to shine," before throwing back a shot of whiskey.
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A/N: U've just reached the end of Chapter 1 of Ballad of a Dead Soldier, yeah, hope anyone reads this, yeah, please review as well.