Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Unveiled Emotions ❯ Protection ( Chapter 22 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: icenectar 
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.20.2003 | Updated On: 08.20.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 600 | Visits: 183 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.20.2003 | Updated On: 08.20.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 600 | Visits: 183 | Status: Completed
Vicious glanced at the flashing light on the communicator. Someone was downstairs. He lit a cigarette and gazed at the light for a moment.
"The bitch is very determined," he commented as his bird shifted its weight on the back of his chair. "I have to admire her persistance. It looks like we get to have some fun on this end too."
"Can't you just give some territory to her?" Rei asked.
"No. This involved everything I've become. I can't let her get her way."
"Not even for me?"
"Listen this relationship was never meant to last as long as it has."
"I know. You won't let me forget that. You once said that I was a liability that you were willing to have. Has that changed?"
"Are you telling me you would have preferred living out of that trash can I found you at? You would have preferred living like a tramp?"
She said nothing and Vicious' eyes grew cold. The bird lifted is head expectantly and Vicious stood up.
"As I've said before," he hissed, his voice more dangerous now than she had ever heard from her before. "If you want out, go. But once you leave my side, you're on your own."
"Man, what a decision," Pheonix said and dodged the tip of Vicious' sword. He crouched like a watchful animal on the windowsill.
"How the hell did you get in here?" Vicious demanded and Pheonix yawned.
"The ventilation shaft."
"I didn't hear any noise up there."
"Of course not. So, do you have a way out of this coffin that you've built for yourself? I don't think you're ready to die yet."
"I'm not. My employees are out there, aren't they?"
"Of course. They're all afraid of your poisonous bite."
"They should be but I'll bite the Blue Dragons the hardest. Take her to this address and wait further instruction."
"Please don't do anything rash on my account," Rei said and Vicious looked at her.
"I have to do this. I failed to do it before," he said and Rei looked at him in confusion.
"What...?" she asked and Vicious shook his head. He could never explain his childhood to her and how his mother had lost her life because of the syndicate. He couldn't explain how the scars of his face served as a constant reminder of what he had been borne into. He felt a long silk-like tongue inside his mouth and ran a hand through her hair. He did not know what his thoughts conveyed to her, but he knew she was afraid of loosing him. He pushed her away and looked at Pheonix.
"Get her out of here," he said and held out his arm. His bird landed on the new perch and watched the two Talibans with cold, emotionless eyes. He glanced at his bird and smiled.
"It's just us, like it should be."
The bird let out a soft screech as Vicious switched on the communicator.
"Sanders..." he said and listened for the physician's voice.
"Yes?" came a staticed reply.
"You're breaking up. I hope you can understand me."
"Sorry. It was the material I was working with. It disrupted the sound waves. What do you want?"
"Set the Talibans loose. Those loyal employees have been waiting quite patiently for this."
"They've been getting anxious. Giving them an extra dose of adrenaline was a dangerous thing to do."
"I wanted them to be good and ready for this light."
"Well you got your wish. They're on their way."
"Good. It's time to have some fun."
"I'm glad I'm not there."
"The bitch is very determined," he commented as his bird shifted its weight on the back of his chair. "I have to admire her persistance. It looks like we get to have some fun on this end too."
"Can't you just give some territory to her?" Rei asked.
"No. This involved everything I've become. I can't let her get her way."
"Not even for me?"
"Listen this relationship was never meant to last as long as it has."
"I know. You won't let me forget that. You once said that I was a liability that you were willing to have. Has that changed?"
"Are you telling me you would have preferred living out of that trash can I found you at? You would have preferred living like a tramp?"
She said nothing and Vicious' eyes grew cold. The bird lifted is head expectantly and Vicious stood up.
"As I've said before," he hissed, his voice more dangerous now than she had ever heard from her before. "If you want out, go. But once you leave my side, you're on your own."
"Man, what a decision," Pheonix said and dodged the tip of Vicious' sword. He crouched like a watchful animal on the windowsill.
"How the hell did you get in here?" Vicious demanded and Pheonix yawned.
"The ventilation shaft."
"I didn't hear any noise up there."
"Of course not. So, do you have a way out of this coffin that you've built for yourself? I don't think you're ready to die yet."
"I'm not. My employees are out there, aren't they?"
"Of course. They're all afraid of your poisonous bite."
"They should be but I'll bite the Blue Dragons the hardest. Take her to this address and wait further instruction."
"Please don't do anything rash on my account," Rei said and Vicious looked at her.
"I have to do this. I failed to do it before," he said and Rei looked at him in confusion.
"What...?" she asked and Vicious shook his head. He could never explain his childhood to her and how his mother had lost her life because of the syndicate. He couldn't explain how the scars of his face served as a constant reminder of what he had been borne into. He felt a long silk-like tongue inside his mouth and ran a hand through her hair. He did not know what his thoughts conveyed to her, but he knew she was afraid of loosing him. He pushed her away and looked at Pheonix.
"Get her out of here," he said and held out his arm. His bird landed on the new perch and watched the two Talibans with cold, emotionless eyes. He glanced at his bird and smiled.
"It's just us, like it should be."
The bird let out a soft screech as Vicious switched on the communicator.
"Sanders..." he said and listened for the physician's voice.
"Yes?" came a staticed reply.
"You're breaking up. I hope you can understand me."
"Sorry. It was the material I was working with. It disrupted the sound waves. What do you want?"
"Set the Talibans loose. Those loyal employees have been waiting quite patiently for this."
"They've been getting anxious. Giving them an extra dose of adrenaline was a dangerous thing to do."
"I wanted them to be good and ready for this light."
"Well you got your wish. They're on their way."
"Good. It's time to have some fun."
"I'm glad I'm not there."