The Calm
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Category:
+. to F › Cowboy Bebop
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
49
Views:
2,533
Reviews:
34
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Circle
Disclaimer: I don\'t own Bebop, only those characters created by my own twisted mind and the storyline are mine.
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Song: Circle
Artist: Slipknot
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The Calm
Chapter 49:Circle
She stood there, standing before the large picture window in her office, the rain pattering on the clean glass as the cold water fell upon the world below. The new head of the Red Dragon syndicate watched the rain with a deep sadness. Mao would have been pleased to see her here, right where he had wanted her all along. Perhaps, it was all fate that she be standing here in the newly re-furbished office. Perhaps, if she had just stayed in the syndicate all those years ago, she’d still be standing in this room, perhaps with a familiar shadow beside her instead of the ghost of a shadow.
The door opened, a young man of twenty approaching. He was new, the newest assassin to join the syndicate, they had high hopes. “My instructor sent me here, Ms. Deacon.”
Amaya turned, her one grey eye steady on the boy before her as her long curtain of raven hair covered the empty blackness that represented an eye she had once possessed. She was not too surprised at the look of awe in the young man’s eyes. She was still ravishingly beautiful, despite all of her scars and the years that had passed, even the single strand of grey in her hair didn’t take away from her beauty. She gave the man a small, polite smile and began, “I see. Congratulations, young man, welcome to the Red Dragon syndicate.”
The boy bowed his head. “Thank you ma’am. I promise to try my best.”
Amaya chuckled as she took her seat behind her desk. “Don’t try your best, my boy. Be the best, there is no trying in your field. It’s basic: kill or be killed.”
He nodded and turned away, leaving her office quickly, the practiced grace of an assassin. Her face stayed a contented neutral as she stood and pressed onto her intercom. “I am returning home. I wish not to be disturbed unless it is of the utmost importance,” she commanded.
“Yes ma’am,” a male voice said on the other end.
She grasped her cane tightly as she walked over to a small door and headed down the stairs to her car. She remained silent as she treaded up the stairs to her apartment and entered the quiet rooms. Quickly, she moved across the living room to the iron balcony of the fire escape. She closed her eyes as she stood in the cool air, her body safe from the rain via an overhang. She felt her fingers twitch, needing something to hold between them, longing for the cigarette that she dared not smoke for many years now. She turned to the shining beauty of the spider web in a darkened corner, the little creature seemingly oblivious to her presence, although she knew that it knew it was safe from destruction. She smiled a little then.
“I miss you Sith,” she whispered into the cool night. “These past few years have not been the same without you.”
~*~*~*~
It had taken a year for Vicious to finally lose what was left of his sanity and fall into his own mind. Sith had been all that had held him together in the world. It had taken him a year to fight the overwhelming grief, before succumbing to it. Now, he was lost to them all, contented to spend the rest of his days in a state of pure catatonia, in a world that, she hoped, he was truly happy in.
Spike and Faye had finally moved on, moving back onto the Bebop with Jet and Ed and their twin boys: Mao and Mathew. Spike would stay in touch regularly, visiting twice a year with the rest of the crew on Christmas and on the anniversary of Sith’s death. Amaya was contented with that, Spike was all that was left that remembered days before Julia and her evil. Spike was all she had left of her family.
Julia’s body had been cremated, the operation personally overseen by Amaya, and her ashes were kept on her desk in her office as an example of what happened to those that harmed her loved ones. Amaya had wanted to decapitate the blonde’s corpse and stick it on a pole at the front entrance to the building, but the police would have caused a problem, so she stuck with the cremation.
Sith’s own funeral had been different. The small group stood around a simple, quiet grave, her real name on the tombstone along with the words “Finally the Shadow can rest” written below it. Amaya had stood in silence, flanked by an equally stoic Vicious and a silently grieving James. Her hand had been in the grip of Aurora as Adrian sat in her arms, his child noises directed at the dark stone before them, as though he were talking to his mother. Spike had stood beside Faye, whom was quite overcome. Amaya had never really noticed how close Sith had been with Faye, but she hadn’t really been that observant over the last few years, too absorbed in her own problems, or trying to disassociate herself from the people that stood around her.
~*~*~*~
And now she was alone again. Vicious had given up, preferring catatonia to living day to day. Luckily, a set up had been made that if anything happened to him or Sith, it would be her that retained guardianship over Adrian, while Aurora would come to her anyways, being her own child.
Hot tears burned her empty eye, as they rolled silently down her face. Had it truly been three years since her death? Two years since Vicious had fallen into his own mind and she had become the head of the syndicate? Amaya laughed softly as she wiped her tears away. The oppressive shadow of death still seemed to hang over her, although not as heavy as it had once been. Sith had taken some of that with her when she had died, giving her time, sating its thirst for life.
She could hear ringing in the back of her mind. She could also hear James answering the phone as well. Slowly, she turned and left the cool air of the balcony for the warm of the apartment. It would be Christmas in a month or two and Spike, Faye, Jet, Ed, and the herd of five children that happened to all belong to Spike and Faye would be visiting soon.
James turned to her, his cerulean eyes filled with a sadness and an understanding that unnerved her. “Luv-“ he started in that deep baritone of his voice that she loved so.
She knew then, she knew who had called and why. “When?” she asked, her voice cracking.
“This afternoon. There was nothing they could do for ‘im,” he answered softly.
Amaya closed her eye and sniffled slightly. “At least it’s over now. He doesn’t need to suffer anymore. He’s with her,” she whispered, her voice cracking a bit.
James moved forward, wrapping his arms around her. “You’re right, he’s with ‘er now. She’ll keep an eye on ‘im, she always did,” he soothed.
Amaya nodded and pulled away. “Right. Does Spike know?” she asked.
He shook his head. “They’ve only called us.”
“I’ll call him. You go pick Aurora up from school,” she ordered softly.
James smiled to her and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
~*~*~*~
“Hello?” a groggy voice greeted over the video phone, as a mass of mossy colored hair appeared, followed by a pair of brown eyes that didn’t match.
“Hey, fuzz head,” she greeted back.
“Amaya?” Spike questioned.
“Good to know that you still have some brain cells,” she jabbed.
“Ha, ha, very funny. What’s going on?” he asked as his entire face appeared.
Amaya’s eye burned again as she took a deep breath. “Vicious is dead, Spike,” she informed softly.
Brown eyes grew heavy with grief as he nodded. “When?”
“Earlier today. I just found out myself. I thought that you would want to know,” she sniffled.
Spike nodded. “I’ll get there as soon as possible. If I can’t get Jet to turn this hunk of junk around then I’ll come on my own.”
Amaya nodded. “I’ll be here. Funny, how out of the four of us, we would be the last ones standing,” she mused.
Spike nodded and smiled slightly. “Yeah, I always thought that Sith would have out lived us all.”
Amaya grinned softly. “So did I.”
~*~*~*~
It was raining. The cold water pelting on their black umbrellas as they stood before another tombstone, next to Sith’s. A little girl, seven years old, stepped forward, flowers for each grave in her hands. Those blue grey eyes of hers looked older than they should have in that soft face of hers. A boy of four walked beside her, his crimson hair cut short, so as not to hinder his sight as pale eyes stayed fixed on the graves of his parents. His mouth moved, no words leaving it as he spoke to shadows in his mind. Spike and Faye stood beside Amaya and James, Lucius standing off to the side, giving silent farewell to a man he had barely known, but whom he had called father.
Amaya watched as Aurora and Adrian placed the flowers of the graves of Sith and Vicious. How she wished things had been different, that it was they that were standing here, and she that lay in the red earth, she who should have died so many times, she who should have stayed dead seven years ago, but now had to live on, one of the last two belonging to a group, lead by a man she had called father, a man called Mao.
“Give me the dust of my father
Stand on the face of the ancients
Bare the secret flesh of time itself
Follow me
I\'ve come so far behind again
Follow me
Wish so hard I\'m there again
Follow me
Follow me
All that I wanted the dreams I had before
All that I needed I\'ve never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings waiting to begin,” she sang, her voice laden with the sorrow that she felt. The children resumed their stances in front of her, and the eyes of the others moved to her form as she continued, the rain pelting harder around the small group as they stood in mourning of yet another lost loved one.
”I know the way that I falter
Can\'t be afraid of my patience
There\'s a sacred place where Razel keeps safe
Follow me
I\'ve seen so much I\'m behind again
Follow me
I feel so bad I\'m in love again
Follow me
All that I wanted the dreams I had before
All that I needed I\'ve never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings waiting to begin.”
It had come full circle, the storm had passed.
~*~*~*~
THE END
~*~*~*~
I\'m sad to say that this is it, the end. I\'m going to miss you guys, and this story. I\'m going to miss this character and this world that constantly put them through hell. Well, thanks for a wonderful experience guys and check out some of my other stories, I\'d really appreciate it!
Thanks and farewell!
Levii ^_^
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Song: Circle
Artist: Slipknot
****
The Calm
Chapter 49:Circle
She stood there, standing before the large picture window in her office, the rain pattering on the clean glass as the cold water fell upon the world below. The new head of the Red Dragon syndicate watched the rain with a deep sadness. Mao would have been pleased to see her here, right where he had wanted her all along. Perhaps, it was all fate that she be standing here in the newly re-furbished office. Perhaps, if she had just stayed in the syndicate all those years ago, she’d still be standing in this room, perhaps with a familiar shadow beside her instead of the ghost of a shadow.
The door opened, a young man of twenty approaching. He was new, the newest assassin to join the syndicate, they had high hopes. “My instructor sent me here, Ms. Deacon.”
Amaya turned, her one grey eye steady on the boy before her as her long curtain of raven hair covered the empty blackness that represented an eye she had once possessed. She was not too surprised at the look of awe in the young man’s eyes. She was still ravishingly beautiful, despite all of her scars and the years that had passed, even the single strand of grey in her hair didn’t take away from her beauty. She gave the man a small, polite smile and began, “I see. Congratulations, young man, welcome to the Red Dragon syndicate.”
The boy bowed his head. “Thank you ma’am. I promise to try my best.”
Amaya chuckled as she took her seat behind her desk. “Don’t try your best, my boy. Be the best, there is no trying in your field. It’s basic: kill or be killed.”
He nodded and turned away, leaving her office quickly, the practiced grace of an assassin. Her face stayed a contented neutral as she stood and pressed onto her intercom. “I am returning home. I wish not to be disturbed unless it is of the utmost importance,” she commanded.
“Yes ma’am,” a male voice said on the other end.
She grasped her cane tightly as she walked over to a small door and headed down the stairs to her car. She remained silent as she treaded up the stairs to her apartment and entered the quiet rooms. Quickly, she moved across the living room to the iron balcony of the fire escape. She closed her eyes as she stood in the cool air, her body safe from the rain via an overhang. She felt her fingers twitch, needing something to hold between them, longing for the cigarette that she dared not smoke for many years now. She turned to the shining beauty of the spider web in a darkened corner, the little creature seemingly oblivious to her presence, although she knew that it knew it was safe from destruction. She smiled a little then.
“I miss you Sith,” she whispered into the cool night. “These past few years have not been the same without you.”
~*~*~*~
It had taken a year for Vicious to finally lose what was left of his sanity and fall into his own mind. Sith had been all that had held him together in the world. It had taken him a year to fight the overwhelming grief, before succumbing to it. Now, he was lost to them all, contented to spend the rest of his days in a state of pure catatonia, in a world that, she hoped, he was truly happy in.
Spike and Faye had finally moved on, moving back onto the Bebop with Jet and Ed and their twin boys: Mao and Mathew. Spike would stay in touch regularly, visiting twice a year with the rest of the crew on Christmas and on the anniversary of Sith’s death. Amaya was contented with that, Spike was all that was left that remembered days before Julia and her evil. Spike was all she had left of her family.
Julia’s body had been cremated, the operation personally overseen by Amaya, and her ashes were kept on her desk in her office as an example of what happened to those that harmed her loved ones. Amaya had wanted to decapitate the blonde’s corpse and stick it on a pole at the front entrance to the building, but the police would have caused a problem, so she stuck with the cremation.
Sith’s own funeral had been different. The small group stood around a simple, quiet grave, her real name on the tombstone along with the words “Finally the Shadow can rest” written below it. Amaya had stood in silence, flanked by an equally stoic Vicious and a silently grieving James. Her hand had been in the grip of Aurora as Adrian sat in her arms, his child noises directed at the dark stone before them, as though he were talking to his mother. Spike had stood beside Faye, whom was quite overcome. Amaya had never really noticed how close Sith had been with Faye, but she hadn’t really been that observant over the last few years, too absorbed in her own problems, or trying to disassociate herself from the people that stood around her.
~*~*~*~
And now she was alone again. Vicious had given up, preferring catatonia to living day to day. Luckily, a set up had been made that if anything happened to him or Sith, it would be her that retained guardianship over Adrian, while Aurora would come to her anyways, being her own child.
Hot tears burned her empty eye, as they rolled silently down her face. Had it truly been three years since her death? Two years since Vicious had fallen into his own mind and she had become the head of the syndicate? Amaya laughed softly as she wiped her tears away. The oppressive shadow of death still seemed to hang over her, although not as heavy as it had once been. Sith had taken some of that with her when she had died, giving her time, sating its thirst for life.
She could hear ringing in the back of her mind. She could also hear James answering the phone as well. Slowly, she turned and left the cool air of the balcony for the warm of the apartment. It would be Christmas in a month or two and Spike, Faye, Jet, Ed, and the herd of five children that happened to all belong to Spike and Faye would be visiting soon.
James turned to her, his cerulean eyes filled with a sadness and an understanding that unnerved her. “Luv-“ he started in that deep baritone of his voice that she loved so.
She knew then, she knew who had called and why. “When?” she asked, her voice cracking.
“This afternoon. There was nothing they could do for ‘im,” he answered softly.
Amaya closed her eye and sniffled slightly. “At least it’s over now. He doesn’t need to suffer anymore. He’s with her,” she whispered, her voice cracking a bit.
James moved forward, wrapping his arms around her. “You’re right, he’s with ‘er now. She’ll keep an eye on ‘im, she always did,” he soothed.
Amaya nodded and pulled away. “Right. Does Spike know?” she asked.
He shook his head. “They’ve only called us.”
“I’ll call him. You go pick Aurora up from school,” she ordered softly.
James smiled to her and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
~*~*~*~
“Hello?” a groggy voice greeted over the video phone, as a mass of mossy colored hair appeared, followed by a pair of brown eyes that didn’t match.
“Hey, fuzz head,” she greeted back.
“Amaya?” Spike questioned.
“Good to know that you still have some brain cells,” she jabbed.
“Ha, ha, very funny. What’s going on?” he asked as his entire face appeared.
Amaya’s eye burned again as she took a deep breath. “Vicious is dead, Spike,” she informed softly.
Brown eyes grew heavy with grief as he nodded. “When?”
“Earlier today. I just found out myself. I thought that you would want to know,” she sniffled.
Spike nodded. “I’ll get there as soon as possible. If I can’t get Jet to turn this hunk of junk around then I’ll come on my own.”
Amaya nodded. “I’ll be here. Funny, how out of the four of us, we would be the last ones standing,” she mused.
Spike nodded and smiled slightly. “Yeah, I always thought that Sith would have out lived us all.”
Amaya grinned softly. “So did I.”
~*~*~*~
It was raining. The cold water pelting on their black umbrellas as they stood before another tombstone, next to Sith’s. A little girl, seven years old, stepped forward, flowers for each grave in her hands. Those blue grey eyes of hers looked older than they should have in that soft face of hers. A boy of four walked beside her, his crimson hair cut short, so as not to hinder his sight as pale eyes stayed fixed on the graves of his parents. His mouth moved, no words leaving it as he spoke to shadows in his mind. Spike and Faye stood beside Amaya and James, Lucius standing off to the side, giving silent farewell to a man he had barely known, but whom he had called father.
Amaya watched as Aurora and Adrian placed the flowers of the graves of Sith and Vicious. How she wished things had been different, that it was they that were standing here, and she that lay in the red earth, she who should have died so many times, she who should have stayed dead seven years ago, but now had to live on, one of the last two belonging to a group, lead by a man she had called father, a man called Mao.
“Give me the dust of my father
Stand on the face of the ancients
Bare the secret flesh of time itself
Follow me
I\'ve come so far behind again
Follow me
Wish so hard I\'m there again
Follow me
Follow me
All that I wanted the dreams I had before
All that I needed I\'ve never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings waiting to begin,” she sang, her voice laden with the sorrow that she felt. The children resumed their stances in front of her, and the eyes of the others moved to her form as she continued, the rain pelting harder around the small group as they stood in mourning of yet another lost loved one.
”I know the way that I falter
Can\'t be afraid of my patience
There\'s a sacred place where Razel keeps safe
Follow me
I\'ve seen so much I\'m behind again
Follow me
I feel so bad I\'m in love again
Follow me
All that I wanted the dreams I had before
All that I needed I\'ve never needed more
All of my questions are answers to my sins
All of my endings waiting to begin.”
It had come full circle, the storm had passed.
~*~*~*~
THE END
~*~*~*~
I\'m sad to say that this is it, the end. I\'m going to miss you guys, and this story. I\'m going to miss this character and this world that constantly put them through hell. Well, thanks for a wonderful experience guys and check out some of my other stories, I\'d really appreciate it!
Thanks and farewell!
Levii ^_^