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No Gentle Love	By : lawless Category: +. to F > Cowboy Bebop Views: 1922 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~~~ Chapter 6 ~~~

Electra was quiet for the longest time. She thought about what Vicious offered -- a glimpse into those cold, pale eyes and see what hidden motives lay there. I will deny you nothing, he said. What if she was to ask for her freedom? What then? Would he keep his word? Or would he do as he pleased? The fact alone that he was leader of the Red Dragon added a shady aspect to his character. Trust was something alien to a man like him.
Electra saw that the narrow road they had been following formed a fork in the distance. She shifted gears, slowing down the car a bit. The change in speed caused Vicious to open his eyes. Their gazes met on the rearview mirror and something happened though they knew not what. They both looked away at the same instant.
Electra felt a little faint. She couldn't understand what just happened but she was blushing furiously. She kept her eyes on the road, her teeth clenched.
"Make a right," Vicious suddenly said, addressing his comment to noone in particular. His attitude was that of someone used to getting what he wanted and that infuriated Electra. She considered making a sharp turn to the left instead and throw him off balance. And then...and then, she'd drive like crazy and leave him there by the side of the road. She ran her tongue nervously over her bottom lip at the same time she glanced at the mirror.
Vicious' face was averted, showing off his profile against the dark interior of the car. He appeared to be staring into the distance but in truth his eyes were looking inwards. He looked almost...peaceful.
I will deny you nothing.
Electra exhaled a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Then, she slowly eased the car to the right and shifted the gear once more so that the car was running more smoothly now. Vicious seemed to settle back in his seat and she could feel his eyes staring holes at her back. "Why did you not follow your instinct, Ms. Ovilo, and go left? That road leads back to the city," he said to her quietly. There was no malice in that question. He seemed genuinely curious though his eyes remained hooded.
"You said I could ask you anything," Electra ventured. The reflection in the rearview mirror nodded and she plunged on. "Why do you keep me captive?"
"Captive? No one said you were," Vicious replied.
What the hell?!
The car suddenly drew to a stop as Electra whirled around to issue a spitting glare at the calm man sitting behind her. "Stop playing your bloody word-games with me! I've had just about enough! You call being bound and gagged and brought to god-knows-where not a captive?"
Vicious threw his head back, showing off the tanned column of his surprisingly graceful neck. A white smile appeared on his face as he issued out sounds that strangely enough, closely resembled...laughter. Laughter?
Feeling indignant, Electra glared at the silver-haired man. He was laughing at her. His laughter was deep and throaty as though his muscles were unused to such exercise. It was a rather pleasant sound but Electra failed to see the humor at being the butt of some joke. "Well?" She demanded, still scowling.
Vicious' laughter was quick to subside and the transformation was complete. It was as though the man that Electra saw only moments ago was but a figment of her imagination. Certainly, he bore no resemblance to this morose, silver-haired individual staring at her now.
"You did say that you won't deny me anything," Electra reiterated.
"As I said, Ms. Ovilo. You are not a captive," Vicious replied, his tone flat. "You are a guest. However, I ought to warn you that those of the Red Dragon are bound for life. You cannot leave unless you want to die." And with that, he opened the door of the car and stepped out.
Electra sat there staring at nothing, trying to digest the information that Vicious had handed down. It didn't make sense to her. Nothing made sense. She looked out and saw the tall, black-clad frame of Vicious silhouetted in the darkening sky. His silvery gray hair was blowing in the wind but he didn't seem bothered by it. He continued to walk in steady, long strides, keeping his back to her. Where was he headed? Electra thought, looking around at her surroundings for the first time. Wasn't he worried at all that I would try to escape?
She noticed green lawn grass on both sides of the road and a few trees dotting the distant fields. The scenery was the complete opposite of the gray drab that garbed the city. Electra thought about the fork in the road. He had said that the one leading to the left would direct her to the city. But how far away was it? How many hours had she been driving?
Vicious appeared to be heading towards something white against the dark green of the grass. She realized then that it was a tombstone. It seemed Vicious was visiting some dead relative. He must come here often, she thought. She glanced down at her hands on her lap, noticing how they trembled slightly. She wasn't afraid, was she? Is that why she was still here? She saw movement to her left and she looked towards it. Vicious was heading back.
As he neared, Electra saw that Vicious was looking at her curiously. She waited for him to slide back to the car, expecting him to sit at the back, but he surprised her by sliding in on the seat beside her. Electra stared dead ahead even when Vicious gave her a particularly long gaze. Wordlessly, she started the engine and turned the car around.
"That's the second time this day you passed up a chance to escape," Vicious observed, a spark of interest showing in his normally placid blue eyes.
"Why do you hate Spike so much?" Electra suddenly asked and the question was a bit of a surprise. He stared at her for a moment before he looked away. His expression never changed.
"Hate," Vicious said, his tone soft. "*'Hating people is like burning down your own house to get rid of a rat.' Hatred is futile," he added, "as is love."
The intensity of his gaze forced Electra to look away. She stared at the road before her, noticing that it was beginning to drizzle. They completed the rest of the drive in silence, both consumed by their own thoughts. When Electra turned the car in to the driveway of the Red Dragon building, five of Vicious' men were waiting anxiously outside. Electra understood their anxiety.
I have no use for imbeciles. That was what he said when he killed Planchet and Tron right before her eyes. Nothing showed in his expression then. Not even anger. He appeared not to have any emotions at all, but she refused to believe that. He knew how to laugh.
"Vicious-sama," one of the men ventured when Vicious finally opened the door and stepped out. He walked towards them and what little light left of the afternoon glinted on the katana that he carried, casting the metal in strange eerie light. "We're sure glad you caught her, boss. The bitch had some fight in her we didn't know. But let us handle it from here, Vicious-sama. We'll place her in one of the basement cells."
Electra's eyes widened. A cell? Her gaze flew towards Vicious who at that moment also looked at her, as though compelled by some force.
He said one word before he took the stairs. "No."

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Vicious laughing? What in god's name is happening? Before you flame me for making him OOC in that regard, please try to understand that the situation is pretty unusual. And I did explain that he was "unused to such excercise." I was hoping to finish this in just 10 chapters but it looks as though it might be 15.
*"Hating people is like burning your own house..." was taken from The Wages of Hate by Harry Emerson Fosdick.
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