Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Cowboy Bebop, so you will have to suffice with what I've created here.
He hadn't been back to the Bebop in a while. Well not since the flood of memories. So he had gone on into staring into the glass of amber fluid in it staring at his own reflection. One eye that always looks at the past, the other seeing the present. With a sigh he closed the one looking into the present. Images of the past flared through his mind… Why did his past have to be so damned complicated?
He'd fallen in love with a girl his best friend had fallen for. Okay, traditional love triangle, it's been done in plenty of movies. The tension between the two grew till they eventually became rivals, Okay now we're starting to talk anime-ish plots. Eventually a fought broke out resulting in his first "death" Okay now we're starting to touch on Soap Opera-ish plots. Then he had a few seasons off as he stayed with Jet his new found friend. Eventually a dog joined their crew, followed by that woman, ending with the kid. Now came a whole new storyline of a family, dysfunctional but what family isn't. So moving along he eventually got sucked up in his Soap Opera life as the old rival found out he was still alive once more igniting the flame of hate resulting in another fight, his second "death".
"Now that we're up to speed…" He mumbled giving some loser in the stool next to him a glare since he'd turn to him thinking he wanted to .
Now where were we… oh yes, Now he's a tool for his rival to bring the vixen of a woman, whom he'd started to feel attracted to. Shit, it's gotten so bad he can FINALLY admit to himself that the woman was fiery in a way the he liked it! No! Bad thoughts! Must get back to the overall story. He's being used as a tool, Bebop had grown increasingly popular in the world of bounty hunting so it's not like they could go off somewhere without being noticed…
"Well…" He mumbled once more glaring at the loser next to him since the man had been more than ready to listen to him. He just stood up and left there his money on the counter and made his way out of the bar.
Another man would've been staggering, and he had to admit the world seemed to be tipsy curvy in it's own way, but he wasn't staggering and for that he praised himself in secret… But who cared, he knew in what general direction he had been heading so he'd go there sleep in his ship then head back to the bebop to think about his next step.
"I'm sorry…" A voice called making him look up. There he saw a girl, she looked very dirty and frail. She'd been sitting on the ground in a puddle with her hand up in a defensive stance, above her hovered a man, obviously made of way too much muscle. On his arm had been many tattoos.
"Sorry doesn't fix it girlie." His voice was gruff and he had begun to leaned down, he yanked her up by her hair and forced her to stand. "The damage done is worth more than your life…" He jerked his arm making her cry out.
"Is it worth yours?" She whispered.
"What was that?" He pulled harder bringing her lips closer to his ear.
"I said… Is it worth yours?" Her hand went to the pendant she wore around her neck, previously hidden by her lengthy hair, and slid out a small blade making quick work of slicing the man's throat. The sounds of him gasping for air were the only sounds on the tiny street, making it seem like the world has stopped for this moment and all she did was watch as the blood spilled through his fingers trying to cover the cut. Slowly she turned to him with a crazed smiled adorning her cute face. "Spike Spiegel, If I'd known I'd find you sooner than expected… your life would've atoned for the damages. But oh well, he assumed me to be weak."
She shed the raggedy dress exposing her clothes weren't so dirty. Her pants were of shiny black material that stopped at mid-calf. The shirt she wore was of a plain brown that flared all the way to her wrist. Her feet were adorned in delicate sandals that just weren't seen to commonly in this time. Even looking at her in this get up she looked very young and hardly dangerous. If anyone had glanced at the man who was now dying on the ground it would be easy to argue he had been trying to rape her and she found a blade on the street swinging, hoping to strike fear in him and managed a lucky break… but Spike knew better. This woman wasn't so young.
"Mia…" His eyes fell into slits as he gazed her. She only smiled, put away her blade back into her pendant and hugged him.
"God Spike you're still so sexy…" Her hand went to his chest feeling the ripples of his muscle underneath.
"Why are you here, Mia?"
"Well, Mr. Mean Pants is growing impatient for his whore… I'm here as a warning… I was supposed to draw blood, but how can I draw blood on a sexy beast like you Spike?" She looked up at him and then frowned. "Especially when you've been drinking.. Little cuts will bleed forever." She waved smelling the stink of alcohol. But nonetheless it slowed her for a moment as her finger made the movement to go exploring.
He finally managed to drag himself inside the bebop late as hell, but who cared, he managed to bore Mia enough to make her leave without losing his pants in the slightest, lucky enough he'd gotten Mia as his warning messenger, any other would've left him with some sort of serious wound to prove he'd gotten the message. Lucky him… Mia was more than in love with him than anything… didn't stop her from cutting up his hand though… simply because she had a weird obsession with blood.
"But that's valuable… he's desperate…"
"Who is?" He jumped not expecting anyone to hear. But upon laying his eyes on Jet he got an idea.
"Jet…" He watched the older man pause with a look of confusion on his face. Oh yeah… Mia was his lucky break….