The Calm
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+. to F › Cowboy Bebop
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
49
Views:
2,530
Reviews:
34
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Cowboy Bebop, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Falling to Pieces
Dicalimer: I don't own Bebop... god damnit how many times do I have to say that?
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Song: Falling to Pieces
Artist: Velvet Revolver
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The Calm
Chapter 45: Falling to Pieces
* It's been a long year
Since you've been gone
I've been alone here
I've grown old*
He lay before her, his head buried in her stomach and arms around her waist. Her one grey eye stared gently at the young man before her, a file in one hand while the other gently petted his head. She lifted her gaze to their silent observer; his pale blue eyes staring with a relieved gentleness, showing how much this one secret had eaten at him all these years. She herself felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
The sounds of the nightclub beneath their feet remained a soft reminder that they were still hiding. She turned back to the young man whose shoulders shuddered with silent sobs. For happiness or grief, she couldn’t tell. “Lucius,” she called softly.
The boy lifted his silver head, his hair longer than that of Vicious, but no less similar in color. His pale grey eyes, so much like hers, stared with a fear and relief within their watery depths. His fingers were twisted in her black blazer, white knuckled with how strong he was holding on. “Yes?”
She smiled and nodded. “It’s okay, son,” she whispered. “They were positive. You’re really our son.” He smiled and nodded as she hugged him closely and rocked him in her arms. “My son,” she whispered as she stared into the ice blue gaze of her silent companion.
“Our son,” he corrected.
*I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling*
~*~*~*~
* Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces*
She glared at her husban shn shock and disbelief. “What do you mean the order was canceled?” she asked, her voice low and only carrying a slight tinge of anger to the usual deadpan.
“Sith, there are extenuating circumstances, he has information that could-“
“It doesn’t matter what information he has!” she snarled. “He still tried to harm her!”
“She’s the one that canceled the order,” he stated.
Black eyes stared at ice blue in disbelief. “What?”
“Sith… there’s something about mine and Amaya’s past that we’ve never told anyone, but now we feel that it should be told,” he began.
Her eyes narrowed. “More secrets?” her voice was back to her cold deadpan.
“You’ve read our files?” he asked. She nodded. “Then you know about the year we spent away from Mao, our first assassination mission?”
* I keep a journal of memories*
Again she nodded, her eyes narrowed in suspicion as unknown thoughts flashed before them.
“When we arrived in the city, we found out that Amaya, then known for the first time as Eve, was pregnant.”
Sith fenefened. “She was what?”
“We were young, too young. Two months into the year, I killed for the first time, and I fell into a catatonia, leaving her alone for three months. She had tracked down my mother and was staying with her as my ‘wife’. I did recover, never fully, but enough to help her through the rest of the pregnancy and to take care of the other jobs we were assigned.”
“So… you have another child out there?” Sith asked, her voice deadpan, while a hand balled into a fist with tension, her knuckles white.
“A son. We couldn’t take care of Lucius on our own, we were young and afraid. My mother volunteered to care for him, and we let her. We swore to tell no one, to give him a chance at a life without it being tainted by blood.”
“You had another child with her,” Sith said again, her voice a little more hard with every word.
* I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe*
“When he turned twelve, my mother sold him to the White Tigers, where he was trained to be an assassin to rival the Crimson Dragon. He eventually changed his name and was assigned to Juli
S
Sith’s eyes flashed violet for a moment. “Kage.”
“We ran some tests… Kage is our son.”
“He tried to kill her,” she stated as she stood.
“He didn’t know the truth,” Vicious countered as he followed her movements.
“What is the truth? Anything else you’ve kept from me? Any more things in this world to connect you and Amaya together?” she asked heatedly.
Vicious’ eyes jumped as he took a step back. ‘Who was that?’ he asked himself. “What do you mean?”
She lowered her head, hiding her face in a curtain of crimson hair. “Do you still love her?”
“Not the way I used to.”
“That doesn’t answer my question!” she snapped as she locked her obsidian gaze with his ice colored orbs.
Vicious looked away. “Yes.”
“Do you love me?” she asked, her voice smaller all of a sudden.
* I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling*
Vicious snapped his head back to his wife. “Without a doubt.”
“Do you love me more?” her voice still small.
“Where is this coming from?” he asked.
“Just answer the damn question!” she snarled.
“Yes. Sith… you’re my kindred. My other half, you understand me more than anyone else I’ve ever known.”
“What about Amaya.”
He raised a brow. “She doesn’t understand who she is half the time. She and I... it was always doomed.”
“And Spike?” she asked.
“Spike? Do you really have to ask that?”
“Sometimes I think I do.”
Suddenly, he had his arms around her, her head against his chest as he clutched her close. “I love you, Sith. I chose you. I chose you over them all, over Amaya and over Spike.”
She nodded against his chest and let herself be held for a moment longer before gently pulling away. She locked her dark eyes on his pale ones again, a silent conversation flashing between them before she turned and swiftly made her way out of the apartment into the dimming light of the dying day outside.
* Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces*
~*~*~*~
* All the years I've tried
With more to go
Will the memories die
I'm waiting
Will I find you
Can I find you
We're falling down
I'm falling*
She held her elbows as she leaned against a lone and dark building. Thoughts dancing uninhibited through her dark eyes as she seemingly watched the setting sun. She didn’t even notice the shadow nearby, didn’t see the gun lifted in her direction. She didn’t notice until she felt the sting of a needle in her neck and the drug was flowing through her veins. She staggered to her knees, her breaths coming heavy as she watched a blurry, blonde figure appear. Her last image the mocking blue eyes and poisoned honey of Julia’s laugh.
* Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces*
~*~*~*~
Levii: Whee! I'm evil! It took me a while to find the right song for this chapter, but I think I found it. I'd like to thank my gal-pal, Natakamani for the song from my last chapter, sorry if I forgot to thank you last time, honey, but caffine can make me forget things. Ah well, REVIEW and tell me what you guys think of my evil ways... Ja!
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Song: Falling to Pieces
Artist: Velvet Revolver
****
The Calm
Chapter 45: Falling to Pieces
* It's been a long year
Since you've been gone
I've been alone here
I've grown old*
He lay before her, his head buried in her stomach and arms around her waist. Her one grey eye stared gently at the young man before her, a file in one hand while the other gently petted his head. She lifted her gaze to their silent observer; his pale blue eyes staring with a relieved gentleness, showing how much this one secret had eaten at him all these years. She herself felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
The sounds of the nightclub beneath their feet remained a soft reminder that they were still hiding. She turned back to the young man whose shoulders shuddered with silent sobs. For happiness or grief, she couldn’t tell. “Lucius,” she called softly.
The boy lifted his silver head, his hair longer than that of Vicious, but no less similar in color. His pale grey eyes, so much like hers, stared with a fear and relief within their watery depths. His fingers were twisted in her black blazer, white knuckled with how strong he was holding on. “Yes?”
She smiled and nodded. “It’s okay, son,” she whispered. “They were positive. You’re really our son.” He smiled and nodded as she hugged him closely and rocked him in her arms. “My son,” she whispered as she stared into the ice blue gaze of her silent companion.
“Our son,” he corrected.
*I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling*
~*~*~*~
* Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces*
She glared at her husban shn shock and disbelief. “What do you mean the order was canceled?” she asked, her voice low and only carrying a slight tinge of anger to the usual deadpan.
“Sith, there are extenuating circumstances, he has information that could-“
“It doesn’t matter what information he has!” she snarled. “He still tried to harm her!”
“She’s the one that canceled the order,” he stated.
Black eyes stared at ice blue in disbelief. “What?”
“Sith… there’s something about mine and Amaya’s past that we’ve never told anyone, but now we feel that it should be told,” he began.
Her eyes narrowed. “More secrets?” her voice was back to her cold deadpan.
“You’ve read our files?” he asked. She nodded. “Then you know about the year we spent away from Mao, our first assassination mission?”
* I keep a journal of memories*
Again she nodded, her eyes narrowed in suspicion as unknown thoughts flashed before them.
“When we arrived in the city, we found out that Amaya, then known for the first time as Eve, was pregnant.”
Sith fenefened. “She was what?”
“We were young, too young. Two months into the year, I killed for the first time, and I fell into a catatonia, leaving her alone for three months. She had tracked down my mother and was staying with her as my ‘wife’. I did recover, never fully, but enough to help her through the rest of the pregnancy and to take care of the other jobs we were assigned.”
“So… you have another child out there?” Sith asked, her voice deadpan, while a hand balled into a fist with tension, her knuckles white.
“A son. We couldn’t take care of Lucius on our own, we were young and afraid. My mother volunteered to care for him, and we let her. We swore to tell no one, to give him a chance at a life without it being tainted by blood.”
“You had another child with her,” Sith said again, her voice a little more hard with every word.
* I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe*
“When he turned twelve, my mother sold him to the White Tigers, where he was trained to be an assassin to rival the Crimson Dragon. He eventually changed his name and was assigned to Juli
S
Sith’s eyes flashed violet for a moment. “Kage.”
“We ran some tests… Kage is our son.”
“He tried to kill her,” she stated as she stood.
“He didn’t know the truth,” Vicious countered as he followed her movements.
“What is the truth? Anything else you’ve kept from me? Any more things in this world to connect you and Amaya together?” she asked heatedly.
Vicious’ eyes jumped as he took a step back. ‘Who was that?’ he asked himself. “What do you mean?”
She lowered her head, hiding her face in a curtain of crimson hair. “Do you still love her?”
“Not the way I used to.”
“That doesn’t answer my question!” she snapped as she locked her obsidian gaze with his ice colored orbs.
Vicious looked away. “Yes.”
“Do you love me?” she asked, her voice smaller all of a sudden.
* I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling*
Vicious snapped his head back to his wife. “Without a doubt.”
“Do you love me more?” her voice still small.
“Where is this coming from?” he asked.
“Just answer the damn question!” she snarled.
“Yes. Sith… you’re my kindred. My other half, you understand me more than anyone else I’ve ever known.”
“What about Amaya.”
He raised a brow. “She doesn’t understand who she is half the time. She and I... it was always doomed.”
“And Spike?” she asked.
“Spike? Do you really have to ask that?”
“Sometimes I think I do.”
Suddenly, he had his arms around her, her head against his chest as he clutched her close. “I love you, Sith. I chose you. I chose you over them all, over Amaya and over Spike.”
She nodded against his chest and let herself be held for a moment longer before gently pulling away. She locked her dark eyes on his pale ones again, a silent conversation flashing between them before she turned and swiftly made her way out of the apartment into the dimming light of the dying day outside.
* Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces*
~*~*~*~
* All the years I've tried
With more to go
Will the memories die
I'm waiting
Will I find you
Can I find you
We're falling down
I'm falling*
She held her elbows as she leaned against a lone and dark building. Thoughts dancing uninhibited through her dark eyes as she seemingly watched the setting sun. She didn’t even notice the shadow nearby, didn’t see the gun lifted in her direction. She didn’t notice until she felt the sting of a needle in her neck and the drug was flowing through her veins. She staggered to her knees, her breaths coming heavy as she watched a blurry, blonde figure appear. Her last image the mocking blue eyes and poisoned honey of Julia’s laugh.
* Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces*
~*~*~*~
Levii: Whee! I'm evil! It took me a while to find the right song for this chapter, but I think I found it. I'd like to thank my gal-pal, Natakamani for the song from my last chapter, sorry if I forgot to thank you last time, honey, but caffine can make me forget things. Ah well, REVIEW and tell me what you guys think of my evil ways... Ja!