Seatbelt; (Spike x Reader x Vicious)

How Do You Sleep? (Session 0)

Track for the Session: How Do You Sleep? By John Lennon

Y/N POV:

"Vicious?" you whispered as you sat up on your elbows in the silk blue sheets, your eyes adjusting to the moonlit room... blinking continuously, only to find an empty bed. 'Sigh'. Again, you were alone. Stuffing your face into your pillow you wondered why you kept doing this to yourself.

"This is how you'll get killed, Y/N." bellowed a voice from the opposite side of the room, scaring you half to death and making you jump.

"Vicious!! What the hell?!" you yelled back. "I thought you were gone." Quickly sitting up and putting your back on the headboard, you looked towards the direction of his voice. Vicious puffed on a cigarette, the ember glow revealing his exact location.

"You didn't scan the room properly Y/N. I could have killed you multiple times. What do I always say?" his voice lingered with annoyance. You bit your lip.

"Sleeping peacefully is for when you're dead. Always keep your brain up." You hated how much he was right. You weren't just any old body. People wanted you dead. Though being part of the Red Dragon Crime Syndicate had its perks, none of them was likeability.

"Exactly!" Vicious growled. "How am I supposed to trust you to watch my back when you can't even keep yourself alive?" His words cut deep. All you wanted was his approval.

"In my defence... you were here... in bed... with me." You grabbed a handful of the sheet. "I trusted you to be here." Vicious jumped up.

"Are you trying to say I'm not trustworthy?" He approached the bed, stepping closer and closer with each word, his quiet barefoot steps on the marble floor eerily audible amidst the silence.

"No--I..."

"Good." he said, cutting you off. "Don't trust anyone. Ever!" Vicious towered over you on the left side of the bed, one cold, light purple eye peering through his shaggy gray hair. He put his hand on your chin, making you look up at him.

"You know why I push you so hard right?" he said sliding his hand to the side of your face. You nodded.

"I want you to be the best. And I want to be able to trust you to have my back. It's hard to... do that after..." You placed your right hand on his.

"I know. He ruined everything for you." you seethed. "I won't ever fuck you over like that!" Vicious had a small side smile that quickly faded.

"I hope not, my Vixen." He said kissing your forehead. "I hope not." Pulling away, you watched his toned figure stride back across the room crossing in and out of moonlight until the darkness engulfed him once more.

"Hey... you aren't... leaving... are you?" you said worried.

"No, I'll be right here. Get some sleep." he said, sitting back down in the dark.

"Okay..." you said reluctantly. Laying down, you curled up into a ball and closed your eyes.

Vicious POV:

"Hey... you aren't... leaving... are you?" she said worried.

"No, I'll be right here. Get some sleep." I said, sitting back down by the wall. I looked down at my unlit cigarette.

"Okay..." Y/N said reluctantly. We both knew I'd leave the minute she fell asleep. I didn't fully understand my infatuation with her. She was young, innocent and probably in love with me. I should have known better than to take her under my wing. I couldn't help myself... she was going to be eaten alive in the Syndicate. 'That's not true, she would have been better off without you'.

Placing the cigarette between my lips, I looked over at Y/N. She laid so peacefully thinking I'm the good guy in her story. I threw my head back on the wall. 'Fuck Vicious, what are you doing?' I relit my cig and blew smoke in the air. I waited another hour before tip-toeing out of the room.

I couldn't even remember when she started staying at my place every night. I scuffled across the red carpet in the living room to my bar. The glass decanter chimed as I popped the top. Pouring myself a shot of scotch, I threw it back quickly. I hissed after the alcohol ran down my throat. Pushing the cigarette in the ashtray, I jogged up the stairs to get dressed.

In my closet, I grabbed a brown button-up, tucking it in my pants. I winced as it touched the slice on my side from the last assignment. Throwing a blue tie on, I slid on another button-up to try to put pressure on my wound. I put the finishing touches on my outfit, got my katana, then rushed back downstairs and picked up my keys. Pushing the elevator button, I went up to the roof, and got into the Komodo, my ship, flying off into the night.

Y/N POV:

Your eyes opened as soon as you heard the elevator door shut. Vicious was such a liar. But you weren't surprised, you already knew he'd leave the moment he got the chance. He only stayed until morning in the same bed as you the one time, and it was because he had tried out the first batch of bloody eye before he sold it. Even then, he tried his damndest to act like it didn't happen, him sleeping or the drugs.

You sat up, slipping out of bed. You wished you had been able to say goodbye to him, but had you told him where you were going, he wouldn't have let you leave. Probably would have gotten Lin to watch over you.

Walking across the room, you opened the closet doors. Vicious's room became yours, his closet included. He moved all his clothes upstairs, and left this one to you. His generosity felt weird to you. There was no reason for him to have taken a liking to you, but you were grateful that he did.

You grabbed your clothes and walked into the bathroom. After brushing your teeth, you threw on a black tank top and black pants with your gray ankle boots. You put your hair in a low messy bun, adjusting your choker, and grabbing your red jacket and ninjatō sword on the way out the door. Riding the elevator to the roof, you hopped into the Vixen, your ship. Putting the key in the ignition, you took a deep breath, then flew off into the night, heading towards the last known sighting of the Bebop. Toward Spike.