Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Midnight on Mars

What a beautiful night. You thought. Such a  peaceful, beautiful night to make some money. The moons were full, the nearby city was bustling with music and people. And you were on a high. After a week of researching, you finally found Ms. Valentine, hiding out under the guise of a bounty hunter chasing criminals.  Imagine the number of woolong she claimed. Not trying to be selfish, but damn you really needed that money. Way more than she does.

You walked around the ship dock, on a stroll. As nervous as you were to capture Faye, you had to play it cool. Earlier, you followed her into the local marketplace, watching as she pocketed a couple of things. It's like she wants to be caught. You thought. It was truly ridiculous, living on the edge for a soap dish.

You rounded the corner of a ship, trying to quiet your footsteps. You poked your head slightly around, watching as Faye boarded the ship. On the side, it read in big red letters "BEBOP. Faye swayed back and forth, trying to keep her balance. It  was not hard to tell  that she was drunk out of her mind. Just my luck.

You withdrew your gun, placing it at your side. You prided yourself on being quiet. A skill you had mastered for a long time. The wind grew silent. You took one small step when all of a sudden you felt the cold tip of a gun pressed against your back. You held your breath, surprising yourself as your body relaxing at the threatening sensation.

"What do you think you're doing with that?" you asked. Your voice carried a sense of calm, even in light of the situation you found yourself in.

"I'd ask the same about you." a gravelly voice spoke behind you.

You let out a sigh.

"We all have to make money." you replied. "I've already been following her this long, you might as well give up. The bounty is mine."

"She's following us. Me and my partner can't seem to get rid of her." he scoffed. "And a bounty on her? If I heard about it, she would've been gone a long time ago."

You felt the gun slowly being lifted off your back. You put your gun into its holster, a show of surrender. You meant no harm to a fellow cowboy.

"I already called dibs. Finders, keepers. Sounds about right.. '' you turned around slowly. Your eyes trailed upwards to see a tall man staring at you. His hands were placed in his pockets, the scent of cigarettes lingering in the air. His face seemed empty and cold, but still had an air of suave and coolness.

You couldn't help but stare. He was beautiful.

"So," you broke the silence, holding up your hands, "can you tell me why you put your gun away? You can shoot me right now, I'm all open."

" I really don't want to. Bullets are expensive, you know. And I see that you are in no way robbing my precious ship with that pipsqueak of a gun."  he pointed to your gun.

"This happens to be my lucky gun." you mumbled. "My little rabbit's foot."

The only thing is, this was your only gun for now. Another item to get when you collect your reward.

"You must be a shitty bounty hunter if bullets are too expensive. You're wasting them on air?" you replied, crossing your arms. "Classic excuse, I've heard it plenty of times."

"Maybe I'm just not in the mood for violence. It gets tiring." he said.

"Huh, a bounty hunter not in the mood for violence?" you noted, puffing out air from your cheeks. "Guess you're not as deprived as I initially perceived you."

"When you've had too much, sometimes it's a good thing to stop." he started to slowly walk off. "Like now with this conversation."

You huffed. There was still plenty that you had to say, especially on your stupidity for giving out valuable information about a bounty. How dumb. "There's not enough sometimes too. Some of us can't live without it. Especially Miss Valentine." You remarked, holding out your hand.