Disclamer:
Cowboy Bebop is not owned by me, nor any of the characters etc. in this fan fiction. This story has nothing to do with the series, its all made up by me. How the characters are portrayed in this story is how I see them and how I think they would act in the situations that I put them in. If you want to call it OOC then call it that. I'm still kinda new at this writing thing; some of my previous fics have majorly bombed.
This fic is rated R. Language, violence; R rated stuff. Please read, review and enjoy.
-Spike
Chapter I: Beginning
It was a simple melody, one I couldn't get out of my head for days. She hummed it at first, and then she sang. Oh what a beautiful voice she had. All I could do was listen, I was pretty banged up. "Just like that, sing for me." I had said to her. And she did.
"Yo, Spike, Dinner," Jet yelled the same thing every day... well only the days when we actually had something to eat. Then it was every man for him self, or should I say each? It actually woke me up.
"Hu? Oh, Alright," I yelled back at him. I sat up taking the magazine that was plastered on my face, off. 'Hmm, that was an odd dream,' I thought to myself as Jet walked into the room.
"What's up with you lately, that's the fourth time I've yelled at you for food, and we actually have meat to eat." Jet gave me one of those, I'm Worried About You, But Only Enough To Give You This Look, look. I looked back at him, and then down at the magazine, it was on an article about the new strand of Mad Cow disease that had just been discovered.
"What kind of Meat are we having?" I looked back up at him, now carrying the plates with hamburgers on them.
"Burgers, good ol' B.B.Q. man, why?" He asked when he sat down on the single chair to my left. I sat up and faced him, tossing the article at him too.
"I hope you didn't eat any of that yet. I bet the guy that sold you that meat was out for your life. This 'new' strand of Mad Cow is very deadly to humans... no everything." I pushed the plate aside and laid back down, "Looks like we don't have any food again."
"Aww, damn it, I really wanted hamburgers too." Jet muttered aloud as he read the article. "No, I didn't eat any, and as a matter of fact, I was feeling a little light headed as I was cooking the stuff. Maybe the smoke is toxic too?" He said as he was still reading. I actually had no idea, I just read the bold print of the articles, and they usually sum the entire story up, plus I' usually asleep by that time anyway.
When we arrived on Callisto, our bounty had already been caught. Jet and I wandered around and as we were about to leave, a bounty head just feel into our lap.
"Jet," A man came up on the screen. "If you're really low on cash, I've got a head for you." I guessed it was an old friend, seeing how excited Jet was when he just popped out of nowhere.
"Great! Who is it?" Jet sat up, getting his face real close to the screen, as if the picture was just a speck.
"He's just a small fry, looks like he was in the syndicate, but he ran off. He's got a hostage and word is, they're heading toward Ganymede. I'll send the rest of the info to you."
"Great, we're headed to Ganymede too." Was the last thing I heard from him.
I guess the transaction went off without a hitch. I'm also guessing that Jet didn't catch them before they left to Ganymede, because I fell asleep, and I was asleep when he took off to Ganymede. All I know is that I had another one of those dreams. One of those memories that I thought I had forgotten, but came back as a dream.
When I got there, it was raining. I took the crumpled up picture out of my pocket and looked at it. I had already memorized the lines of her face on the shuttle, but the new wrinkles made her face seem different. I studied the picture and then looked around, as if she would just pop out of nowhere. There I was, standing in the rain, letting my picture get wet.
"Hello. Are you Spike?" All of the sudden the rain had stopped falling and I looked up to see an umbrella over me, and the woman who I had memorized. Her name was apparently Annie, and she was supposed to take care of me. She was kinda big... I don't want to be mean, but she was actually enormous to me. "Well? Are you? We've been waiting; your shuttle had a lay over. You were ok though, right?" What? She asked me a question and then started talking to me like I was the person she was looking for... well I was him. I shook my head in acknowledgement. "Good." She smiled a big, relieved smile and looked back to a man standing next to a black car. "That's my husband, Mao. I think we will be happy together." She gave me another smile. There always seemed something sad about that smile, like she was really happy, but you could see that she wasn't just happy. I could always see the sadness in Annie.
His ship was a piece of shit. That's all I could think when I walked past it in the parking lot in front of the bar. It was around noon, I was getting hungry. His ship was an older cruiser and it looked like parts were replaced by newer and older models. I walked in and everyone looked at me real quick, the newcomer to the bar. I looked back at everyone and gave them my best smile. I walked to the bar and sat next to him. I could see his hostage on the other side, probably made to play his daughter... or girlfriend; sicko. I ordered a scotch on the rocks, what he was drinking. After taking a few sips, I think he recognized me, because he suddenly got up and started to drag the girl with him out the door.
I drew my gun fast from the case in the small of my back, usually I don't keep it there, that spot gets really uncomfortable. It shook around when I drew it and it made a little click noise. 'I'm going to have to re- grease this thing,' I thought.
"Wait right there, Umei Banglash. I need to talk to you." He turned around; I took another sip of my drink and set it on the counter to fully face him. The look on the little girl was one of happiness and horror, this guy must be something. "I've got a bounty for your pretty little head. You should feel lucky, since you're such a small fry."
"Hehehe," Umei giggled under his breath. "You should not feel so lucky..." He started to say but was quickly interrupted by the stupid bartender.
"Yeah and make him pay for his two drinks too." Two drinks? 'Well then I wonder if that will affect his aim.' But right when I thought that, he took a shot, at my shot and the shrapnel of the glass got the bartender in the stomach. I ducked and the rest of the people took off out of the bar; Smart bunch. The little girl tried to run too, but he caught on to her sleeve before she could get away, I got the perfect shot at his leg, and I took it. I pulled the trigger and got him in the thigh just shy of the bone and it went straight into the wall in the far side of the room. His leg spazzed and he fell to the right, letting go of the girl and focusing on his wounded leg. I calmly walked up to him, and he almost took out my head with a barrage of bullets. He started blasting away and I took cover behind a table. Umei hobbled out of the bar like a crippled bat outa hell and waddled himself after the girl but he couldn't keep up. Umei climbed up his pile of metal and got in when I reached my sword fish, and he started shooting with his machine guns, taking out the entire bar.
"Aww, shit." I mumbled as I started my ship and began to chase after him. We passed right over a cop car, almost taking off the lights, and I probably flipped the car. He was probably reporting to the call the girl made. The car did flip and we took off into the sky.
I only chased after Umei for about 5 minutes because Jet just happened to be coming from the other way and he took out Umei's wings. His ship crashed into another ship and we caught him before he could wobble away. We handed him into the police and we got our Wulongs. Jet and I were happy, and we got to eat real food for once.
"Oh, yeah that was Delicious!" Jet said, yawning. "I haven't had anything this good for a while. Usually my cooking doesn't have much too it." He pushed his plate away and looked around.
"Yeah," I said, putting down my fork. I hadn't eaten a good steak in a while; Jet was right about his food. The restaurant was packed with people, I guess the dinner rush.
"Hey, we better get out of here. The place is starting to get really packed." Jet said to me picking up the check.
"Right," I responded and got up too. I took a few Wulongs out of my pocket and threw them on the table and a man bumped into me.
"Oh, sorry," I looked at him and he didn't even acknowledge me, he just kept walking. He was carrying a guitar case and looked like he was going to go sit down at a table by ours but he kept walking and went out a side emergency door.
"What? Okay..." I trailed off, and when I looked back forward Jet was walking out of the restaurant.
We took a cab to the port, can't really park the Bebop anywhere else. It started to rain. I started to think about Julia, and then I started to think about that man. That was really strange. He just walked out the door, not like people don't ever leave the restaurant from an emergency door, but usually there is an emergency. He just felt weird to me.
When we got on the Bebop, it must have been around eleven. Not really late for me, but I was dead tired. I went to sleep, and I had another dream.
Cowboy Bebop is not owned by me, nor any of the characters etc. in this fan fiction. This story has nothing to do with the series, its all made up by me. How the characters are portrayed in this story is how I see them and how I think they would act in the situations that I put them in. If you want to call it OOC then call it that. I'm still kinda new at this writing thing; some of my previous fics have majorly bombed.
This fic is rated R. Language, violence; R rated stuff. Please read, review and enjoy.
-Spike
Chapter I: Beginning
It was a simple melody, one I couldn't get out of my head for days. She hummed it at first, and then she sang. Oh what a beautiful voice she had. All I could do was listen, I was pretty banged up. "Just like that, sing for me." I had said to her. And she did.
"Yo, Spike, Dinner," Jet yelled the same thing every day... well only the days when we actually had something to eat. Then it was every man for him self, or should I say each? It actually woke me up.
"Hu? Oh, Alright," I yelled back at him. I sat up taking the magazine that was plastered on my face, off. 'Hmm, that was an odd dream,' I thought to myself as Jet walked into the room.
"What's up with you lately, that's the fourth time I've yelled at you for food, and we actually have meat to eat." Jet gave me one of those, I'm Worried About You, But Only Enough To Give You This Look, look. I looked back at him, and then down at the magazine, it was on an article about the new strand of Mad Cow disease that had just been discovered.
"What kind of Meat are we having?" I looked back up at him, now carrying the plates with hamburgers on them.
"Burgers, good ol' B.B.Q. man, why?" He asked when he sat down on the single chair to my left. I sat up and faced him, tossing the article at him too.
"I hope you didn't eat any of that yet. I bet the guy that sold you that meat was out for your life. This 'new' strand of Mad Cow is very deadly to humans... no everything." I pushed the plate aside and laid back down, "Looks like we don't have any food again."
"Aww, damn it, I really wanted hamburgers too." Jet muttered aloud as he read the article. "No, I didn't eat any, and as a matter of fact, I was feeling a little light headed as I was cooking the stuff. Maybe the smoke is toxic too?" He said as he was still reading. I actually had no idea, I just read the bold print of the articles, and they usually sum the entire story up, plus I' usually asleep by that time anyway.
When we arrived on Callisto, our bounty had already been caught. Jet and I wandered around and as we were about to leave, a bounty head just feel into our lap.
"Jet," A man came up on the screen. "If you're really low on cash, I've got a head for you." I guessed it was an old friend, seeing how excited Jet was when he just popped out of nowhere.
"Great! Who is it?" Jet sat up, getting his face real close to the screen, as if the picture was just a speck.
"He's just a small fry, looks like he was in the syndicate, but he ran off. He's got a hostage and word is, they're heading toward Ganymede. I'll send the rest of the info to you."
"Great, we're headed to Ganymede too." Was the last thing I heard from him.
I guess the transaction went off without a hitch. I'm also guessing that Jet didn't catch them before they left to Ganymede, because I fell asleep, and I was asleep when he took off to Ganymede. All I know is that I had another one of those dreams. One of those memories that I thought I had forgotten, but came back as a dream.
When I got there, it was raining. I took the crumpled up picture out of my pocket and looked at it. I had already memorized the lines of her face on the shuttle, but the new wrinkles made her face seem different. I studied the picture and then looked around, as if she would just pop out of nowhere. There I was, standing in the rain, letting my picture get wet.
"Hello. Are you Spike?" All of the sudden the rain had stopped falling and I looked up to see an umbrella over me, and the woman who I had memorized. Her name was apparently Annie, and she was supposed to take care of me. She was kinda big... I don't want to be mean, but she was actually enormous to me. "Well? Are you? We've been waiting; your shuttle had a lay over. You were ok though, right?" What? She asked me a question and then started talking to me like I was the person she was looking for... well I was him. I shook my head in acknowledgement. "Good." She smiled a big, relieved smile and looked back to a man standing next to a black car. "That's my husband, Mao. I think we will be happy together." She gave me another smile. There always seemed something sad about that smile, like she was really happy, but you could see that she wasn't just happy. I could always see the sadness in Annie.
His ship was a piece of shit. That's all I could think when I walked past it in the parking lot in front of the bar. It was around noon, I was getting hungry. His ship was an older cruiser and it looked like parts were replaced by newer and older models. I walked in and everyone looked at me real quick, the newcomer to the bar. I looked back at everyone and gave them my best smile. I walked to the bar and sat next to him. I could see his hostage on the other side, probably made to play his daughter... or girlfriend; sicko. I ordered a scotch on the rocks, what he was drinking. After taking a few sips, I think he recognized me, because he suddenly got up and started to drag the girl with him out the door.
I drew my gun fast from the case in the small of my back, usually I don't keep it there, that spot gets really uncomfortable. It shook around when I drew it and it made a little click noise. 'I'm going to have to re- grease this thing,' I thought.
"Wait right there, Umei Banglash. I need to talk to you." He turned around; I took another sip of my drink and set it on the counter to fully face him. The look on the little girl was one of happiness and horror, this guy must be something. "I've got a bounty for your pretty little head. You should feel lucky, since you're such a small fry."
"Hehehe," Umei giggled under his breath. "You should not feel so lucky..." He started to say but was quickly interrupted by the stupid bartender.
"Yeah and make him pay for his two drinks too." Two drinks? 'Well then I wonder if that will affect his aim.' But right when I thought that, he took a shot, at my shot and the shrapnel of the glass got the bartender in the stomach. I ducked and the rest of the people took off out of the bar; Smart bunch. The little girl tried to run too, but he caught on to her sleeve before she could get away, I got the perfect shot at his leg, and I took it. I pulled the trigger and got him in the thigh just shy of the bone and it went straight into the wall in the far side of the room. His leg spazzed and he fell to the right, letting go of the girl and focusing on his wounded leg. I calmly walked up to him, and he almost took out my head with a barrage of bullets. He started blasting away and I took cover behind a table. Umei hobbled out of the bar like a crippled bat outa hell and waddled himself after the girl but he couldn't keep up. Umei climbed up his pile of metal and got in when I reached my sword fish, and he started shooting with his machine guns, taking out the entire bar.
"Aww, shit." I mumbled as I started my ship and began to chase after him. We passed right over a cop car, almost taking off the lights, and I probably flipped the car. He was probably reporting to the call the girl made. The car did flip and we took off into the sky.
I only chased after Umei for about 5 minutes because Jet just happened to be coming from the other way and he took out Umei's wings. His ship crashed into another ship and we caught him before he could wobble away. We handed him into the police and we got our Wulongs. Jet and I were happy, and we got to eat real food for once.
"Oh, yeah that was Delicious!" Jet said, yawning. "I haven't had anything this good for a while. Usually my cooking doesn't have much too it." He pushed his plate away and looked around.
"Yeah," I said, putting down my fork. I hadn't eaten a good steak in a while; Jet was right about his food. The restaurant was packed with people, I guess the dinner rush.
"Hey, we better get out of here. The place is starting to get really packed." Jet said to me picking up the check.
"Right," I responded and got up too. I took a few Wulongs out of my pocket and threw them on the table and a man bumped into me.
"Oh, sorry," I looked at him and he didn't even acknowledge me, he just kept walking. He was carrying a guitar case and looked like he was going to go sit down at a table by ours but he kept walking and went out a side emergency door.
"What? Okay..." I trailed off, and when I looked back forward Jet was walking out of the restaurant.
We took a cab to the port, can't really park the Bebop anywhere else. It started to rain. I started to think about Julia, and then I started to think about that man. That was really strange. He just walked out the door, not like people don't ever leave the restaurant from an emergency door, but usually there is an emergency. He just felt weird to me.
When we got on the Bebop, it must have been around eleven. Not really late for me, but I was dead tired. I went to sleep, and I had another dream.