NAME: Spike's Dream GENRE: Romance; Action/Adventure; Slight Angst CLAIMER: I own Dream Star and the Fantasy (ship name), and all extra characters!
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Cowboy Bebop, sadly never will!
WARNINGS:-sexual suggestions -violence -slight angst RATING: R
Here is my character bio for Dream Star. . .
NAME: Dream Star EYES: honey-brown AGE: 26 CLOTHES: black leather bodysuit, black leather trenchcoat WEAPONS:-duel glocks -sniper rifle -tranquilizing gun -large knife -high-powered sniper rifle -ice pick -bowie knife -2 extra handguns -grenade launcher ABILITIES: Dream is a girl who grew up on the streets. She quickly learned to defend herself and taught herself martial arts. She had no skills that she could us as a job, so she became a bouny hunter.
Okay now. . .on to chapter 1!
CHAPTER 1: BORED
Lazy, brown eyes slowly opened, he sat up and looked around. Jet was yelling at Faye, who was yelling back, Edward was yelling at her computer, and Ein was running in circles barking.
'This noise is enough to drive a man insane,' he thought, yawning. He got up and walked out of the busy ship to the grassy hill ahead.
Once there he layed back on the grass, his hands behind his head, thinking. He could almost see her face in the sunrise. Blue eyes smiling at him, Julia. Longe, blonde, hair, Black leather bodysuit, beautiful body, cheerful laugh, even the way she said his name. A tear escaped his eye and fell onto the soft grass. Even after nearly three years, the thought of his love still brought tears to the cowboy's eyes. Yes, Spike Spiegal cried.
-CB-
Faye and Jet soon noticed Spike was gone. Edward started to worry when after about an hour, he did not return.
Jet looked out the window to see a lonely-looking Spike sitting, head in hands, with uncontrolable tears wetting the earth.
"Found him," Jet said," but I think he'd rather be left alone for awhile."
Faye put her head down," It's about her isn't it?"
"Probably, I wouldn't disturb him though."
"Why not?" Faye asked," Maybe I can help him."
"He was taught never to cry. Spike grew up on the streets, he was a gangster. He doesn't really like talking baout it. He doesn't know I know as much as I do, and he doesn't know that you know anything!" Jet said sighing.
"He just looks so sad."
"He's had a hard life, I think anyone would be after what he's been put through."
-CB-
Spike sat up and dried his eyes,'Look at me,' he thought,'I'm sitting here crying over a girl!' he stood up. Julia had been on his mind for the past few days, because today at 5:00 was the first time he ever saw her. He walked back toward the Bebop and hoped no one noticed how red his eyes were.
-CB-
Jet and Faye decided to continue as normal, Ein was running around again, Jet returned to his argument with Faye, and Edward began typing again.
-CB-
Spike hesistated before opening the door, wondering whether they'd seen him. He drew a breath, then walked inside. He was relieved to see that everything was back to normal. He walked straight to his room and grabbed his laptop. H echecked out some of the newer bountyhead websites. He was looking at about three, four million woolong bountyheads when the 'You've got mail' sign popped up. He clicked on it and began reading.
"Hello Cowboy,
I've got a really big bountyhead for you. Come to the intersection at 45th Street to pick him up. Oh, and I forgot to tell you this one's worth over 3 billion woolongs. Name's Richard Simmons. Look him up if you don't trust me.
-Signed-
Bounty Hunter Anonymous"
Spike looked at the screen, rubbed his eyes, and re-read the window. He then looked up Richard Simmons' most recent location. It was near 45th Street! He grabbed his jacket and guns, he added a few switchblades to his weaponry in case of emergency. He walked back into the living room.
"You want some lunch?" asked Faye.
"No, I gotta job to do. I just received an email stating that Richard Simmons is in custody. Someone wants me to go and pick him up," Spike told them, grabbing a bottle of Vodka and a pack of cigs.
"Hmmmm. . .sounds fishy to me. Want us to go with you?" Jet asked.
"No. I'm going on alone today," Spike put down the now empty bottle and opened the door," I'll see you guys later."
Spike pulled a cig from his pack and lit it. He jumped in his personal ship and flew away.
-CB-
Jet and Faye looked at each other, Jet shook his head. Spike had been so depressed lately, he hadn't wanted to do anything.
"Well we'd better follow him," Faye voiced Jet's thoughts.
"Yeah, I guess so. He might act irrationally and do something stupid that could get him killed," So much for a boring Saturday."
Please R&R! I SHALL USE THE FLAMES TO MAKE TOASTY MARSHMELLOWS WHICH ME, SPIKE, FAYE, JET, EDWARD, AND EIN WILL EAT TOGETHER!