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sabinetzinTitle: Dead Man Blues from "The Late Spike Spiegel Blues"
Summary: Shin comes to visit Spike.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 413
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Pairing: a little Spike/Faye
A/N: This chapter is really filler, but I didn't want to merge it with the next one. And I don't have to. Ha. Also, this entry's number is 11000, which I find fun.
And then, of course, Shin came to visit. The nurse told him that his darling younger brother (Spike thought for a moment that he had amnesia) Mr. Shin, the one who had arranged to pay for his treatment (that explained it), had come, and wouldn’t he like to see him? Spike nodded.
Faye wouldn’t leave. She muttered something about protecting him. Spike shook his head and let her stay. If Shin wanted him dead, he’d have left him to die or just killed him outright. But Shin was too honorable, too idealistic for that.
Shin came in with a brace of Syndicate guards, huge men, who looked quite uncomfortable carrying flower arrangements for Spike. They bowed to Faye, who looked at them with distrust and put her hand to her gun.
After the requisite formalities, Shin told him about everything that had happened that night- how Spike had fallen after being shot in the eye, how some of the men loyal to Shin got him to a hospital, how Shin had gone on to face Vicious and won. Spike scratched his head. That didn’t seem right. Guess he wasn’t the only one who could kill Vicious. He wondered idly if the reverse had really been true- he had taken a bullet to the head and lived, after all.
Then, in quiet dignified tones, Shin begged him to come back and take his rightful place. Spike, of course, declined. It had taken him a hell of a long time to extricate himself from the Syndicate. And he’d lost- he didn’t want to think about her right now. Instinctively, his eye flickered shut, but she wasn’t there.
With a deep bow, Shin started to leave.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asked.
Spike thought. “Tell them I’m dead.” This got the reaction he wanted, a mix of shock and confusion. “Tell them I died valiantly, or that I ran away and was shot in the back, I don’t care. You can even tell them that you had me killed, if it gets you support. But I want out for good.”
Shin sighed and shook his head. “Anything for you, Spike.” He left the room, flanked by his bodyguards. Spike folded his hands behind his head, a little pleased with himself.
“Why did you do that?” Faye asked him, confused.
He looked up at the ceiling. “You wouldn’t understand,” he replied, smiling. Then the nurse walked in, before Faye could attack him.
Summary: Shin comes to visit Spike.
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Word Count: 413
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Pairing: a little Spike/Faye
A/N: This chapter is really filler, but I didn't want to merge it with the next one. And I don't have to. Ha. Also, this entry's number is 11000, which I find fun.
And then, of course, Shin came to visit. The nurse told him that his darling younger brother (Spike thought for a moment that he had amnesia) Mr. Shin, the one who had arranged to pay for his treatment (that explained it), had come, and wouldn’t he like to see him? Spike nodded.
Faye wouldn’t leave. She muttered something about protecting him. Spike shook his head and let her stay. If Shin wanted him dead, he’d have left him to die or just killed him outright. But Shin was too honorable, too idealistic for that.
Shin came in with a brace of Syndicate guards, huge men, who looked quite uncomfortable carrying flower arrangements for Spike. They bowed to Faye, who looked at them with distrust and put her hand to her gun.
After the requisite formalities, Shin told him about everything that had happened that night- how Spike had fallen after being shot in the eye, how some of the men loyal to Shin got him to a hospital, how Shin had gone on to face Vicious and won. Spike scratched his head. That didn’t seem right. Guess he wasn’t the only one who could kill Vicious. He wondered idly if the reverse had really been true- he had taken a bullet to the head and lived, after all.
Then, in quiet dignified tones, Shin begged him to come back and take his rightful place. Spike, of course, declined. It had taken him a hell of a long time to extricate himself from the Syndicate. And he’d lost- he didn’t want to think about her right now. Instinctively, his eye flickered shut, but she wasn’t there.
With a deep bow, Shin started to leave.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?” he asked.
Spike thought. “Tell them I’m dead.” This got the reaction he wanted, a mix of shock and confusion. “Tell them I died valiantly, or that I ran away and was shot in the back, I don’t care. You can even tell them that you had me killed, if it gets you support. But I want out for good.”
Shin sighed and shook his head. “Anything for you, Spike.” He left the room, flanked by his bodyguards. Spike folded his hands behind his head, a little pleased with himself.
“Why did you do that?” Faye asked him, confused.
He looked up at the ceiling. “You wouldn’t understand,” he replied, smiling. Then the nurse walked in, before Faye could attack him.