The Bounty Hunter(Spike Spiegel x reader)

Caught

        You sat in the bathroom, the toilet lid was down and you had your feet up on the seat. It wasn't your proudest moment but then again neither was getting that bounty on your head. You piss off one gang boss and suddenly you're framed for the murder of way too many cops.

And that's how you found yourself in this stupid casino bathroom hiding from the bounty hunters that'd have been following you for the past couple of days. Well, you assumed they were a bounty hunter, you'd noticed them a couple of days ago and then you'd kept noticing them. Everywhere you went you saw the same person. A rather ordinary man, he was tall with brown hair and he always wore a different outfit each time you saw him. You wondered where he got this constant supply of clothes but after a while, you decided it wasn't worth pondering anymore.

But you'd seen him earlier as you were betting and you weren't keen on dealing with the police so you were hiding out in the casino bathroom. You didn't know how long you planned on hiding out like this but your legs were already getting cramped and you were debating how bad it would actually be to go to prison. You wished you hadn't come to this casino, it might've been easier to run away if you hadn't. But no, you'd thought it'd be such a great idea to come to a satellite because there'd be people there and maybe you could get yourself a bit of extra woolong.

As you were scolding yourself you heard the door to the bathroom open. You froze, making sure to breathe as quietly as possible. You listened as footsteps echoed in the small bathroom. Then they stopped, not in front of your stall. No, they stopped somewhere near the first stall. Then there was a pause and another couple steps. You questioned what the person was doing for a second before you realized what was happening. They were looking under the stalls.

They were definitely looking for someone, and you really hoped that it wasn't you even though you were pretty sure it was. As they were getting closer to you, you held your breath and hoped you were being completely silent despite your pounding heart. Finally, they were at the last stall. You sat as quietly as you could and waited, eyes fixed on the bottom of the door. You watched intently as the footsteps stopped. To your surprise, there was a flash of green hair when they knelt down to look under the stall. So it wasn't the brown-haired man.

This meant there were multiple bounty hunters after you at the same time. On top of that, they were both in the same place and seemingly both just as dedicated. A loud sigh brought you back to reality. Whoever was outside was making noise.

"Look, I know you're in here, just come out and make things easier on yourself," their voice was deep and it sounded like a man but you couldn't be sure. But that wasn't important right now, whatever gender, they were definitely a bounty hunter. And definitely after you.

This exclamation made your eyes go wide. Was this a tactic to get you to reveal yourself, or did they just not want to break down the door? You decided that the best option was to keep quiet and hope it was all a ploy.

Sure enough, a couple of minutes that felt like hours later, "damn, maybe they really aren't in here. Either way, I'm not spending the rest of my time in a casino bathroom."

You heard footsteps leaving the bathroom but just to be safe you stayed in the stall for a while longer. When you were sure that they'd left you slowly exited the stall. Being sure to wash your hand for appearance's sake even though there was nobody in there. Then you carefully made your way out of the bathroom, nervously looking around the entire time. The coast seemed clear so you made a beeline for your ship.

Apparently, you couldn't catch a break because just as you were about to get into the elevator the brown-haired man appeared. You made eye contact and he winked at you which made you internally panic. You did a 180 and started walking in the opposite direction, doing your best to get yourself lost in the crowd.