I, Yo-Yo Kirby, do not own neither Cowboy Bebop nor anything affiliated with it.
I merely write this story for my enjoyment and for others.
Takes Two to Tango
A Cowboy Bebop fan fiction by Yo-Yo Kirby
Part One- Mushrooms, anyone?
"Ed is hungry." Ed groaned while sitting upside down on a cushioned chair. Ein, who was lying underneath the chair, gradually lifted his head, yawned, and fell asleep again.
"I know. You've said it twenty times already. And for the twentieth time, Jet's cooking something." Spike Spiegel sighed, leaned his head back over the top of the couch and closed his eyes.
The room was dimly lit, and a smoky vapor filled the air, as usual. It had been a couple of days since the crash, but Jet had somewhat gotten the Bebop back into shape, and they were headed towards Mars for food and supplies. Unfortunately, it was about a week until they reached Mars, or pretty much any form of civilization. And Spike wasn't particularly fond of being stuck in the ship with Faye and Ed for long periods of time.
"Where's Faye-Faye?" Ed asked. Spike opened his eyes and stared dully at the ceiling.
"Bathroom." He replied. Ed spastically flipped over in her chair and frowned.
"Ed is hungry!" Spike closed his eyes again and covered his face with his palm, annoyed.
Only five more days… can I make it? Spike thought to himself absentmindedly.
Faye had been going to the bathroom like clockwork for a couple of days now, holding her stomach and randomly running for the toilet. No doubt she had gotten sick of those damn-
"Mushrooms!" Jet strode into the room with a platter of different plates of food, all of them made with Shitake mushrooms. Spike's face scrunched up in disgust and looked up at Jet, who placed the platter onto the table.
"Ha ha! Food for Ed!" Ed laughed as she darted up to the table and started to eat the mushrooms ravenously without any utensils.
Spike's eye twitched violently as he watched her eat the wretched things with such unrestrained energy. Finished with one plate, Ed grabbed another one and practically inhaled it. Then Spike watched Jet as he vainly attempted to force Ein to eat the mushrooms, and slowly dropped his chopsticks onto the untouched plate.
"Jet, I can't eat anymore of these things." Spike poked the soggy mushroom on his plate.
"We've eaten them four days straight, and it's starting to make me sick. Don't we have any frozen bell peppers and beef in the fridge somewhere?"
Jet folded his arms across his chest and stared at him menacingly.
"Unless you're talking about the fridge you threw out the airlock, …no."
Spike shrugged defensively. "I had to throw it out," he explained.
"It had its own ecosystem. And where the blob-thing went... well, your guess is as good as mine."
"Pudding!" Ed cried randomly as she did a backward somersault, her messy red hair flopping around. They ignored her and continued talking.
"Humph." Jet grunted and unfolded his arms. "Well, you're going to have to learn to like them. At least for five more days."
Spike sighed and leaned his head steadily against the top of the couch again.
"Yeah. Just five more days." He muttered slowly. "I might as well throw myself through the airlock." Jet grunted again and stiffly walked back into the kitchen.
A loud moan echoed from the hallway. Spike turned his head to look.
Faye staggered into the room with her hair pulled back, looking sick. Naturally, Spike stood up.
"Mushrooms, Faye?" Spike asked with a straight face and offered her a plate.
"Special today. Grilled Shitake Mushrooms in a mushroom sauce. Want some?"
Faye put her hand up to her mouth as her face turned a greenish hue and her eyes bulged at the sight of the plate. After a moment of hesitation, she frantically ran out of the dim room and into the hallway, and Spike could faintly hear her vomit into the toilet. He paused and looked curiously at the mushrooms on the dish.
"Guess not." Spike casually placed the plate of mushrooms back onto the table.