Anime Imagines! (ENDED)

Stray Dog Strut (CB Spike Spiegel X Reader)

Word Count: 6201

Y/N watched the screen in front of her, sipping out of her cup as the two people presented to her began talking about the biggest bounty so far. She listened in to the talking as the man beside her slung an arm to lean on the back of the couch behind her. He crossed his leg over his other, propping them both on the table.

"And the good news is, he's worth a whopping 8 million!" The girl on the screen cheered. Y/N perked up, turning to Spike and lifting her chin from her palm. "8 million, Spike. That's... a lot." She claimed as the man yawned. She leaned back in the chair, closer to Spike as the people on the device kept talking. Y/N placed her cup down onto the table and brought her knees up to her chest. "We have to bring him in alive... if they have to say it on the show, that must mean he's harder to catch than the others." She looked up to Spike, who closed his eyes and nodded, leaning his head on her shoulder.

Y/N L/N was once a bounty Spike Spiegel wanted to catch. It went on for months, all the chasing and escaping. In the end Spike had captured her, enjoying the game of cat and mouse. However, when he brought her in the officers said that her bounty had been cleared, as it was false. The true bounty was brought in months ago, and the one on Y/N had been cleared out permanently. So now, she began the hunter instead of the hunted. She was safe around Spike, who had the idea of her tagging along with him. Plus, he had learned a lot about her from the chasing game they played, and indeed wanted her to stay. He liked her.

"Well?" Spike asked, looking at the man who was coming into view. Jet called as he walked towards the two, "It's history." He shrugged his shoulders, lugging different metals and materials around his body. Spike lifted his head, groaning, "Man, everything's broken around this place." A sudden beeping emerged from the device. The three widened their eyes. The beeping had meant that they were getting an incoming call. Y/N leaned forward, accepting the call before sitting back, nestled into Spike's side. An image flashed, showing a familiar face. "Hey." The man said, cheek in hand. Y/N grinned a tiny bit, calling back, "Hey, Doc. Got something?" The older man replied, voice still low and expression the same, "Yeah, on Abul Hakim."

Spike jolted forward, smirking as he muttered out, "I'll take it!" Y/N shook her head, grabbing her cup and drinking from it again as the two conversed. Doc squinted his eyes a bit as he states, "300, that's a discount! I've got his face, post plastic surgery." Spike frowned a bit, shrugging his shoulders as he sighed, "I'm low on cash, Doc, I—" The lab-coat wearing man growled at the inconvenience. It always seemed like Spike had an excuse everytime he payed for some infornation. Doc opened his eyes and said, "Alright, 280. But only if you two make me a solemn promise." Y/N crossed one leg over her knee, tilting her head as she asked, "Like what?"

"Punch him up for me!" He shouted as Jet stopped to watch the conversation go down. Y/N smiled as Doc went on, "He trampled me when he ripped up my lab. Give him the once-over, in fact do it twice!" Y/N rolled her eyes, leaning forward and nodding her head as she stated, "Don't worry, Doc, we've got you. Now, let's see this photo and we'll get started as soon as possible." The older man nodded his head, typing on his computer to get the photo onto the screen. A beep came in and the two on the couch stared at the picture. Jet had seated himself on the armrest to get a good look too. It seemed that Hakim had puffy hair and large hoop ear-rings, and a goatee to go with it. Needless to say, he looked way different than before.

"His carrying case was very distinct." Doc told them. Spike brushed his fingers against his chin and asked, "This info's no extra charge, right?" The picture flashed away, showing the doctor with an irritated expression drawn on his face. He grunted, "Oh, alright than. That case is big enough to fit a small person inside." Jet input, smiling a tad bit, "Or a treasure." Doc sighed out, looking away as he recalled how Hakim had presented himself, "I can't really say, the way he handled it looked like he had something special on his mind."