A/N: So I finally took time off my schedule and typed this one up; I would say it wook me such a long time to write this, but it really only took me twenty minutes. I have #7 written and that should be up too. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop is property of Bandai and, thus, is not mine.

Entry #6 Sarcasm – Gibbous

Julia had heard great things about him; this Spike guy. Jin had claimed he was trustworthy; Vicious maintained that he was talented. There was talk within the syndicate that he, along with Vicious, would definitely be considered for leadership positions within the group.

After a few decades, she thought wryly, adjusting her sunglasses and leaning against the brick wall. They needed to meet in public; needed to look like a couple going for a walk in the park or else their target would know they were there. So, she waited for him, this killing prodigy, waiting for the muscle that would off-set her lipstick's charm.

She checked her watch again: he was late.

Vicious was always talking about him. There were nights where they would lay languidly in bed, the smell of stale sex and smoke lingering in the air. He would whisper reverently about his best friend: his voice tainted with love, respect, trust, disgust, and jealousy. He would hold her hand tightly those nights, but his eyes would focus on the ceiling; would leave hers to visit a world in which their backs would be pressed up against one another's, pumping iron into targets as only the nest team of the Red Dragon syndicate could. She couldn't reach Vicious then; no smile or breath or moan would catch his attention, and so she would listen to his stories and wonder at Spike Spiegel with the silver haired man. She was jealous by no means, but she began to wonder why he was so great.

Julia sighed in annoyance, running her hand through her hair. It had almost been twenty minutes, and the target was already striding in her general direction.

Vicious had introduced her once, but he had been distant. Julia thought maybe he just didn't like her, but then she remembered that all men liked her. His gaze fell on her in meetings, in passing. She knew and he knew; he stayed away from her because all men liked her. She couldn't help but respect him for that; most men wouldn't have cared and Julia found that she was often forced into a "Helen of Troy" position.

"Hey."

Julia switched on a warm smile, their target already in viewing range. She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"You're late." She whispered into his ear, slipping a handgun into his coat pocket under the guise of a lover's embrace.

He grinned.

"Consider it a creative introduction." He remarked, pulling her in close, eyes trained on the mission at hand.

Julia rolled her eyes. Vicious was right: as great as he was, his sarcasm was irritating.

"We've met." She stated simply, straightening herself and glaring at him.

He glanced down at her, gaze piercing her own. There was a desire in the gaze: she could feel it caressing her hips, thighs, hands, breasts. The gaze knew and so did they:

"Not quite yet." He replied, his arm wrapped lustfully around her waist as he led her towards their mark.

Yes, she couldn't help but think to herself, his sarcasm was quite irritating.

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