Hello okay first things first...I do not own the mighty and great Cowboy Bebop and this is my first ever fanfic/story I have ever made or even attempt so please feel free to rate. Thank You.
Chapter 1
The Remembrance
The night has just begun to settle down on its dark bite. Sweeping fog of dust in hurricane winds swirling endlessly like whirlpools; the sounds of the cluttered rocks muffled with a thud then utter silence with the continuity of the wind's hustle. I sat at the dark stinking hell of a room along with the ticking seconds and utter stillness then more whispers of the cackled wind. Chaos as it confirms it. That is the only way her thoughts are in this precise moment. Completely different to the eeriness hushed piece metal of a Bebop there is. Unspoken grief moved with a sound from my lips as I exhaled the tingling cigarette smog on my nostrils, making its way through the stinging course to the back of my throat and I swallowed hard. Then adding to the mixture is the ol' hard whisky, half emptying it all to myself. I swallowed harder. Taste is as sweet as bitter and sour to all the living sensations on my tongue, and then finally a warm chill hit my stomach. That feels good. I licked my lips and made my way towards the window. Still ghastly as ever in this hellhole, I wonder what would it be like to go outside. Y'now just to see the stars and whatnot. Like you can see the stars in this damned place, like you can see anyone walking alive barely to find this place, like anyone can walk out alive from this noisy buzzed torrents of wind and energy, like you can see the planet Earth in which you were once a citizen of, like you can see people in their daily lives in the cursed planet, like you can see him making his way out from his self-destructive mission of his, like he can see you. Moments passed like years as the seconds ticks away, so does your sanity. Were you really sane to begin with? As you played thousands of scenarios that could have killed the life out of you and others, you smirked devilishly upon this question. Who knows. Maybe no one will ever know. You began to click your heels away to the port as you called it echoing in a thousand claps. You arrived at your destination, you opened it with ease, tapping your fingers on the keyboard with a few clicks and beeps of the system and here comes your beloved Red Tail. The lady in motion waits as it stares back to the dark, hoping that its rider has come to a conclusion f flight, she sits idly in the gusts of dark cold wind. I'm hoping nobody was awake at this time, I hope they maybe cried themselves to sleep or convincing themselves crazy for hearing Spike's Swordfish making port. Hope, huh. I looked towards the beauty with indifference. "Hmph." You grunted silently under your breath. "It's just you and me now lady in Red." She smiled to all the reminiscence of her journeys with the Red Tail before Bebop and it calmed her infuriating nerves, a running chill from both her gut and her spine. "Maybe I should get a thing or two before this." Then off I went to the fridge grabbing the plastic bag on the counter and fill it with the supposed to be food or what's left of it silently. I pillaged the fridge with my deathly stealth skills as I open the bag silently without a noise, then poured all the contents like sweet gold. Then I left it on the floor returning to my room. I opened the hatch and went straight for my bag unzip them as fast as I can and rummaged through my so-called wardrobe and pack some clothes, then I zipped it as fast as I could. Hurrying through the door now, I inhaled a sharp breath, heart pounding and let and escaped breath. I closed my eyes calming my nerves and imagined cold sweat sipped my veins. I open my eyes and I touched the cold metal, stinging my fingertips and held my hand in place for the taking. I turned it ever so slowly hearing it groaning through all the walls and it echoed. Twenty seconds it took. Then I sheepishly tip-toed all the way to the basement like in one of those spy and comedy movies. I can hum to that tune now, what was the name of it….Aha! Pink Panther. And there was the prized treasure. The semi rusty safe that Jet was so proud of. He boasts that this piece of metal cannot be opened by any other simple tactics, but really its still a piece of metal to me, with a password and money inside. I pulled out my gadget and let them do their work as I whirred closer to my very own baby and success. It opened. Excitement filled me as I cringe at the adrenaline of leaving these people without money, without food and without me of course. And I helped myself to the half-owned money placed inside this safe. It's not enough, but it will be. And so I packed and strutted myself proudly towards the kitchen picked up my groceries and opened my Red Tail. I slid across inside chucking my prized items at the back and operated this piece of machine to life. Maybe I'm lucky nobody heard me, maybe I should steal fridges and safes for a living, maybe it is left things unsaid while I go on to my journey, maybe it's good that I will leave them, maybe I wouldn't remember him so much as I do, maybe I wouldn't let them remember what it was used to be, maybe they thought about this and maybe they did cry themselves to sleep or convincing themselves that they are imagining things, maybe they are all dreaming, maybe I am but it's enough reminiscing you for now Bebop. Trailed thoughts to the scattered space as I left the Bebop, this time for sure.
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