Cowboy Bebop Session 27: Confessions of a Bounty Hunter (Part 1)
"You know, after seeing Spike dead in that street, with his index and thumb finger in his favorite ol' mark, it makes me think that maybe we all can meet our pasts and make them better."
Jet was sitting in the Bebop lounge, having a quick smoke and talking to himself. He'd just returned from Arlington Cemetery, where he'd convinced the people to bury Spike there.
"I mean, it was hard enough, leaving my own wife to go off hunting bounties, and now here I am, alone once again, and with no bounties to pursue. I wonder what life would've been like if I'd made some completely different decisions... if I'd actually taken control of my life, would I still have my wife? Would I have a job that's actually on a planet instead of split apart across so many different systems? Aw, man... I gotta go think."
Sighing heavily (his cigarette had gone out long ago), Jet pulled the ship down on Mars. He figured he might as well find something to do, what with no new bounties on the run. He found a quiet bench in the Red Dirt Park and sat down, still sighing. After sitting there for a few moments, he suddenly realized that an old book was sitting there, about as old as the universe itself. For a second, Jet thought it belonged to someone, but one quick look around told him that no one was around to retrieve it.
::Might as well read it, if no one's here to claim it.::
Still deep in thought, Jack picked up the book. He got a quick surprise, considering how much dust was on it; it was really old. Once the dust was all cleared off, Jet picked up the book and began to read. Instantly, he could tell there was something familiar about it; maybe he'd read it before, and he forgot about it.
::But that's impossible. I haven't read anything since...::
Jet continued to read, and it seemed as if his thoughts wouldn't leave him alone. The book was pretty familiar... and then he realized it.
"My god! This is... this is my..."
It was his diary. Since he'd been in the skies so much of his life, he'd decided to carry a diary, which chronicled everything he'd done up to his high school graduation. After that, he'd set down his diary for a so-called "quick kiss" before things got rough, and he'd forgotten his diary on this bench. Finding it again seemed like new breath entering Jet's mouth.
"I haven't seen this thing in years... and yet here it is, still in a tip-top state of order. It's amazing..."
And so, for the next 3 hours, Jet sat on that bench and relieved his memories - from the very first day he'd learned to write, to his last words on high school graduation. And for a few moments, the big, strong, and tough Jet felt like bursting into a drizzle of tears: he'd finally found what he'd been longing for so long.
NEXT SESSION: Oldest memories being relieved? I don't recall investing my diary with that kind of power. But anyways, things are going to get a little too freaky for even me, when my diary puts me back into those moments, and actually gives me a chance to change them. I've finally got a way to make the right decisions. Next episode: Confessions of a Bounty Hunter (Part 2). Don't miss it.
A/N: Sorry about Jet's name; I always thought it was Jack. Anyways, I fixed it. The second chapter should be along the way soon.
"You know, after seeing Spike dead in that street, with his index and thumb finger in his favorite ol' mark, it makes me think that maybe we all can meet our pasts and make them better."
Jet was sitting in the Bebop lounge, having a quick smoke and talking to himself. He'd just returned from Arlington Cemetery, where he'd convinced the people to bury Spike there.
"I mean, it was hard enough, leaving my own wife to go off hunting bounties, and now here I am, alone once again, and with no bounties to pursue. I wonder what life would've been like if I'd made some completely different decisions... if I'd actually taken control of my life, would I still have my wife? Would I have a job that's actually on a planet instead of split apart across so many different systems? Aw, man... I gotta go think."
Sighing heavily (his cigarette had gone out long ago), Jet pulled the ship down on Mars. He figured he might as well find something to do, what with no new bounties on the run. He found a quiet bench in the Red Dirt Park and sat down, still sighing. After sitting there for a few moments, he suddenly realized that an old book was sitting there, about as old as the universe itself. For a second, Jet thought it belonged to someone, but one quick look around told him that no one was around to retrieve it.
::Might as well read it, if no one's here to claim it.::
Still deep in thought, Jack picked up the book. He got a quick surprise, considering how much dust was on it; it was really old. Once the dust was all cleared off, Jet picked up the book and began to read. Instantly, he could tell there was something familiar about it; maybe he'd read it before, and he forgot about it.
::But that's impossible. I haven't read anything since...::
Jet continued to read, and it seemed as if his thoughts wouldn't leave him alone. The book was pretty familiar... and then he realized it.
"My god! This is... this is my..."
It was his diary. Since he'd been in the skies so much of his life, he'd decided to carry a diary, which chronicled everything he'd done up to his high school graduation. After that, he'd set down his diary for a so-called "quick kiss" before things got rough, and he'd forgotten his diary on this bench. Finding it again seemed like new breath entering Jet's mouth.
"I haven't seen this thing in years... and yet here it is, still in a tip-top state of order. It's amazing..."
And so, for the next 3 hours, Jet sat on that bench and relieved his memories - from the very first day he'd learned to write, to his last words on high school graduation. And for a few moments, the big, strong, and tough Jet felt like bursting into a drizzle of tears: he'd finally found what he'd been longing for so long.
NEXT SESSION: Oldest memories being relieved? I don't recall investing my diary with that kind of power. But anyways, things are going to get a little too freaky for even me, when my diary puts me back into those moments, and actually gives me a chance to change them. I've finally got a way to make the right decisions. Next episode: Confessions of a Bounty Hunter (Part 2). Don't miss it.
A/N: Sorry about Jet's name; I always thought it was Jack. Anyways, I fixed it. The second chapter should be along the way soon.