A/N: Woah, my first CB. I hope everyone likes it. I'm trying to keep
everyone the way they seem like to me. I hate seeing Faye throw herself at
Spike and him being a down right asshole. They aren't like that in the
anime! Anyway, here's the first chapter. Let me know if I should keep going
or if it's crap. Thanks. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. This so-called plot is derived from some sick twisted idea my imagination hacked up one day. (How about that for a mental image?)
Heavy Metal Queen
Chapter 1. Dead Or Alive
She stepped lightly, blending in amongst the shadows provided by the crumbling ruins of a formerly bustling metropolis. Her bounty was a large man, a whopping 10 million wulongs with a fetish for small children and cheap brandy. The huntress had been tracking him for nearly a week now, impatience gnawed ravenously at her nerve endings, making the direct approach more and more appealing. Dusk had come and gone a few hours ago, leaving her to bask in the cover of night. Her prey turned suddenly, forcing the woman deeper into cover.
The pause allowed her time to don a lucky pair of gloves in preparation for the inevitable confrontation. A lack of action for the past two months had been brutal; she licked her lips in anticipation, watching the gangly giant blink in and out of the street lamps' glow. The convicted serial killer shifted a stained package to the right side of his body, ducking into a nearby alley. Faye grinned, slinking and shimmying along the street. Just a few more minutes and she'd be a rich woman. Well, at least until she hit the slots.
His unknown pursuer peered around the corner as he deposited the wad of rags in a garbage bin. Glaring down with a satisfaction, he spit loudly into the mangled can, slamming it shut.
Turning, the felon came in contact with Faye's eager fist. The obsession with his cargo had impaired his sense, leaving her a perfect opportunity to sneak-attack. Her target reared, clutching his stomach from a well-placed kick. "A scrawny little bitch like you is a bounty hunter?" The man coughed, smiling at her indignant expression. "Well, that just make's this even more fun."
He charged, slashing through the fabric of her red sweater. A growl escaped her throat. A white boot made contact with his face, breaking his nose on impact. He gave a shrill war cry, trying to return the favor with his fist. She side stepped, grabbing his outstretched appendage, and threw him with ease into a concrete wall. His body slumped, losing consciousness.
The purple-haired woman sighed, "And here I though I might actually break a sweat. What a let down." She poked his body with the toe of her boot then remembered his garbage transaction. Faye unholstered her gun and approached the mountain of trash warily. It was going to be a long night.
She pushed the lid off a fifth can with the barrel of her revolver, wiping away sweat with her sweater sleeve. Praying for no swill in her near future, green eyes searched it uneasily. At the bottom was her query, covered in an unknown liquid. "Ah man, I don't get paid enough for this shit." Trying to avoid the sides of the barrel, she grasped the bundle in what appeared to be the cleanest area.
"All right, lets see what we got here." The huntress attacked the cloth gingerly, waiting for the telltale gleam of metal to catch her eye. After the first few layers, the item was in sight; she stared at it with undisguised horror, choking on a breath that became lodged in her throat.
~*~***~*~
Jet Black, cook, housekeeper, mechanic, pilot, mentor, confidant, occasional hard ass but all-around nice guy finished placing the last bowl of his latest creation on the table. Four places total, now that Ed came back and Faye scrapped Spike off the syndicate building rooftop. Though it wasn't at the time, he thought it pretty damn funny seeing the skimpily clad woman charge in with more firepower than most large colonies possess.
He had been smoking a cigarette outside the Bebop when she waltzed up with Spike over one shoulder and his brother, Shin, on the other. It takes a hell of a lot of adrenaline, skill, and blind luck to pull off what this one fiery female did in a single night. She had a stubborn streak wide enough to rival his own and Jet couldn't help but admire her for that. Yeah, she's one tough bitch and they love her like family.
"Hey Jet, what's tonight's special," a warm voice inquired. He glanced at the slightly bandaged person known as Spike Speigal.
"Chicken and rice," the baritone responded with a hint of a smile.
"Oh, we're branching out huh?" The moss haired martial artist flopped on the couch, lighting a cigarette upon landing.
"The market was out of bell peppers."
Spike chuckled, thanking whatever god had taken pity on him and his fellow crewmembers. He leaned over, poking a small mountain of white rice with a chopstick. "There's no chicken in here."
"Do you know how expensive chicken is now a days?" The older man gawked incredulously.
"Can't say I'm surprised." He leaned on his knees, devouring the starchy food in a blur. It didn't take long for the smell to reach the other areas of the ship. Shin appeared in the doorway coming from the crew quarters. Attached to his leg was one Edward, female, followed by a growling corky. He seemed to be walking rather well in spite of it.
"Will someone please get this kid off me." He proceeded stiffly to his brother, shaking his lower right limb at the couch. Ed's grip tightened. "Hey, cut that out! I can't feel my leg anymore."
Spike tapped the remainder of the rice into his mouth, setting it on the small table with a contented sigh. "You better hurry up Ed or I'm going to finish off your meal for you." The pre-teen gasped, diving for the closest container. She hugged it to her chest, scrambling over to the Tomato with a weary eye on the smiling Spike-person.
Shin melted into the cushion beside his sibling, grabbing a plate himself. "So where's Faye? I thought she was going to be back by now." The men exchanged glances. And as if the woman in question had heard their unspoken concern, Ed informed them of an incoming call.
Jet looked at the agitated hunter. She was unusually pale, a vacant yet wild look reflected in her eyes. "Faye are you okay?"
She shook her head slightly, clearing it of fog. "Yeah Jet I'm fine. I got the bastard if that's what you're wondering."
"Any trouble?" Worry laced his question.
The woman glanced off screen for a moment. "Nothing I can't handle."
"When are you planning on leaving?"
"After I drag this asshole to the ISSP and grab a few supplies."
"All right, I'll call my buddy over there and let him know you're coming."
She smiled sadly, "Thanks Jet, just one more thing. What were the conditions on the bounty?"
He shuffled through a few windows on the screen before answering, "Dead or alive."
Faye pushed her sunglasses up with her revolver-wielding hand, extending it out of sight. The balding man's face fell when he heard the clear sound a gunshot. "Copy that."
Spike had watched him sit there for the past half an hour staring at the blank screen. "What happened?" The older man jumped, acknowledging his friend's presence for the first time.
"Something's wrong and she's not telling."
"Do we need to go down there?"
"No. She'll be back later tonight and when that woman gets here I expect one hell of an explanation." Jet rose, striding towards his bonsai trees with worried anger.
"And I'll be here to welcome her." He took another drag of his favorite carcinogen, exhaling slowly.
A/N: Reviews mean Updates ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. This so-called plot is derived from some sick twisted idea my imagination hacked up one day. (How about that for a mental image?)
Heavy Metal Queen
Chapter 1. Dead Or Alive
She stepped lightly, blending in amongst the shadows provided by the crumbling ruins of a formerly bustling metropolis. Her bounty was a large man, a whopping 10 million wulongs with a fetish for small children and cheap brandy. The huntress had been tracking him for nearly a week now, impatience gnawed ravenously at her nerve endings, making the direct approach more and more appealing. Dusk had come and gone a few hours ago, leaving her to bask in the cover of night. Her prey turned suddenly, forcing the woman deeper into cover.
The pause allowed her time to don a lucky pair of gloves in preparation for the inevitable confrontation. A lack of action for the past two months had been brutal; she licked her lips in anticipation, watching the gangly giant blink in and out of the street lamps' glow. The convicted serial killer shifted a stained package to the right side of his body, ducking into a nearby alley. Faye grinned, slinking and shimmying along the street. Just a few more minutes and she'd be a rich woman. Well, at least until she hit the slots.
His unknown pursuer peered around the corner as he deposited the wad of rags in a garbage bin. Glaring down with a satisfaction, he spit loudly into the mangled can, slamming it shut.
Turning, the felon came in contact with Faye's eager fist. The obsession with his cargo had impaired his sense, leaving her a perfect opportunity to sneak-attack. Her target reared, clutching his stomach from a well-placed kick. "A scrawny little bitch like you is a bounty hunter?" The man coughed, smiling at her indignant expression. "Well, that just make's this even more fun."
He charged, slashing through the fabric of her red sweater. A growl escaped her throat. A white boot made contact with his face, breaking his nose on impact. He gave a shrill war cry, trying to return the favor with his fist. She side stepped, grabbing his outstretched appendage, and threw him with ease into a concrete wall. His body slumped, losing consciousness.
The purple-haired woman sighed, "And here I though I might actually break a sweat. What a let down." She poked his body with the toe of her boot then remembered his garbage transaction. Faye unholstered her gun and approached the mountain of trash warily. It was going to be a long night.
She pushed the lid off a fifth can with the barrel of her revolver, wiping away sweat with her sweater sleeve. Praying for no swill in her near future, green eyes searched it uneasily. At the bottom was her query, covered in an unknown liquid. "Ah man, I don't get paid enough for this shit." Trying to avoid the sides of the barrel, she grasped the bundle in what appeared to be the cleanest area.
"All right, lets see what we got here." The huntress attacked the cloth gingerly, waiting for the telltale gleam of metal to catch her eye. After the first few layers, the item was in sight; she stared at it with undisguised horror, choking on a breath that became lodged in her throat.
~*~***~*~
Jet Black, cook, housekeeper, mechanic, pilot, mentor, confidant, occasional hard ass but all-around nice guy finished placing the last bowl of his latest creation on the table. Four places total, now that Ed came back and Faye scrapped Spike off the syndicate building rooftop. Though it wasn't at the time, he thought it pretty damn funny seeing the skimpily clad woman charge in with more firepower than most large colonies possess.
He had been smoking a cigarette outside the Bebop when she waltzed up with Spike over one shoulder and his brother, Shin, on the other. It takes a hell of a lot of adrenaline, skill, and blind luck to pull off what this one fiery female did in a single night. She had a stubborn streak wide enough to rival his own and Jet couldn't help but admire her for that. Yeah, she's one tough bitch and they love her like family.
"Hey Jet, what's tonight's special," a warm voice inquired. He glanced at the slightly bandaged person known as Spike Speigal.
"Chicken and rice," the baritone responded with a hint of a smile.
"Oh, we're branching out huh?" The moss haired martial artist flopped on the couch, lighting a cigarette upon landing.
"The market was out of bell peppers."
Spike chuckled, thanking whatever god had taken pity on him and his fellow crewmembers. He leaned over, poking a small mountain of white rice with a chopstick. "There's no chicken in here."
"Do you know how expensive chicken is now a days?" The older man gawked incredulously.
"Can't say I'm surprised." He leaned on his knees, devouring the starchy food in a blur. It didn't take long for the smell to reach the other areas of the ship. Shin appeared in the doorway coming from the crew quarters. Attached to his leg was one Edward, female, followed by a growling corky. He seemed to be walking rather well in spite of it.
"Will someone please get this kid off me." He proceeded stiffly to his brother, shaking his lower right limb at the couch. Ed's grip tightened. "Hey, cut that out! I can't feel my leg anymore."
Spike tapped the remainder of the rice into his mouth, setting it on the small table with a contented sigh. "You better hurry up Ed or I'm going to finish off your meal for you." The pre-teen gasped, diving for the closest container. She hugged it to her chest, scrambling over to the Tomato with a weary eye on the smiling Spike-person.
Shin melted into the cushion beside his sibling, grabbing a plate himself. "So where's Faye? I thought she was going to be back by now." The men exchanged glances. And as if the woman in question had heard their unspoken concern, Ed informed them of an incoming call.
Jet looked at the agitated hunter. She was unusually pale, a vacant yet wild look reflected in her eyes. "Faye are you okay?"
She shook her head slightly, clearing it of fog. "Yeah Jet I'm fine. I got the bastard if that's what you're wondering."
"Any trouble?" Worry laced his question.
The woman glanced off screen for a moment. "Nothing I can't handle."
"When are you planning on leaving?"
"After I drag this asshole to the ISSP and grab a few supplies."
"All right, I'll call my buddy over there and let him know you're coming."
She smiled sadly, "Thanks Jet, just one more thing. What were the conditions on the bounty?"
He shuffled through a few windows on the screen before answering, "Dead or alive."
Faye pushed her sunglasses up with her revolver-wielding hand, extending it out of sight. The balding man's face fell when he heard the clear sound a gunshot. "Copy that."
Spike had watched him sit there for the past half an hour staring at the blank screen. "What happened?" The older man jumped, acknowledging his friend's presence for the first time.
"Something's wrong and she's not telling."
"Do we need to go down there?"
"No. She'll be back later tonight and when that woman gets here I expect one hell of an explanation." Jet rose, striding towards his bonsai trees with worried anger.
"And I'll be here to welcome her." He took another drag of his favorite carcinogen, exhaling slowly.
A/N: Reviews mean Updates ;)