Deeper Than The Surface

By Song-Obsessed1

Chapter 0: Prologue

Summary: Edward is a lot more complicated than anyone could have thought. Then her past comes back to haunt her. Take a look beyond the shallow end of murky waters.

The Bebop was a lot quieter than usual. Nobody really noticed this though. They might have unconsciously figured it out, however, people can be extremely dense sometimes.

I sat in my room, of which was cleverly hidden from the rest of the crew. As you might have guessed, my name is Ed. I always wanted to keep a secret safe haven on hand in case trouble arises. I was never one who encouraged fighting. That's why I was always so happy. I believed, as foolish as it may seem, that if I'm happy, it will be contagious. Hardly ever works mind you. At least not here.

I sighed. Tension was evident in the room. I always hated silence. Usually it meant an emotional storm's being riled in someone and it catches others like a cold.

Faye Valentine sat angrily in the living room of the Bebop. Well, it was kind of a living room. She was in a bad mood as usual. I, peeked in and studied her for a minute warily. She looked grumpy and she's usually prone to insulting when in a mood that bad. The words usual and usually are used a lot, huh?

I always imagined myself like a lone wolf. Sure Spike was more obviously like that then I. Still, I thought that. I tried not to get too attached to anyone and kept and exterior that made it impossible for people to hack into my past. Nice big, fat firewall, what a great way for the kid hacker to protect herself, right?

I also hated pain and rather revert to primal instincts then feel that any day. Still, the innocence I have is as real as that of an adorable five-year-old. It's only an example, nothing to try and boost my ego... Like I have an ego. Heh.

Now let's get back to the main point of this story shall we.

Faye tells me to grow up, Spike yells at me to not be a pest, and Jet tells me to be more responsible and less hyper. The only one whose never scolded me on my personality is Ein. The little pup was trailing by my feet as we headed back to my room. Some storms are just best when sheltered from them. As I lay on my bed and stare at the metallic surface of the ceiling, I wonder what life would be like if things were better.