The Tiger Striped Cat: Forever Broke
Disclaimer: I don't own anything involving Cowboy Bebop.
Author's Note: Well, here is the beginning of my fic. I really hope everybody likes it in one way or another. Well, Just to let everyone know, this isn't any kind of continuasion(if thats even a word) to my last Bebop fic, If I Were Your Fallen Angel. Its actually somethin I started anew. So it takes place sometime after the final episode of Cowboy Bebop...(if only...) Yeah...weLL here goes nothing. Hope you can be nice and read and review! Thanks-SiMpLiCit1
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"The Black Dog is ready to bite," Jet muttered, an odd tone in his voice. It somehow revealed unawareness, something that didn't seem to happen too often when it involved himself. The bartender let out a breath, as he handed the bald man a full glass of hard liquor.
"Same thing tonight?" he conversed as his eyes fell to a quiet man sitting in the corner of the packed room.
"Busy night, eh, Jim," Jet replied, his eyes trailing the thin man.
"If you can say so," Jim uttered, "Heard the Syndicate is movin' back in the city. New leader, I suppose." Jet let out a sigh, as he peered around the room. Things seemed casual enough. Oh heck, that was how it would always be. He hated that dreadful feeling of thinking too much. Especially, when his head throbbed like it did.
"Man...Spike....," Jet muttered, "You were a fool..." Jim's eyes turned to the man, as he handed him another glass.
"What's that?" he questioned, a bit confused.
Jet's eyes quickly met his, a bit startled, "Ah nothin'."
"You see that guy over there?" Jim pointed out, as he leaned in closer. The bald man's attention slowly fell on a gloomy figure that sat in the corner stool.
He simply shrugged it off, "Yeah, so what? I've seen him before."
"He's been here for a week straight," Jim appointed, "Looks like trouble, if you ask me." Jet paused, as he quickly glanced away, taking another depressing drink.
"Ever heard this story," a voice echoed from behind him, as he quickly glanced over one shoulder, noticing the lanky man Jim had mentioned earlier taking a seat beside him.
The man sat in hesitation, as his thin hood covered his face from all light, and the rest of his thin figure, "There once was a tiger striped cat...." Jet's eyes flashed opened widely, as the words never dare peeked his lips.
The man continued, "The cat died a million lives...and was reborn a million times. One thing about him was that he wasn't afraid to die....and one day he met a white female cat...as the story goes, they spent their days happily together. And so she dies of old age...The tiger striped cat cried a million times...and then died....He said, 'But this time he's not comin' back to life..."
Jet paused, as he stared back at the young man, getting a glimpse of his face, "..You..."
The man turned to him, as Jet's eyes met with two shades of brown. Jet smiled slightly, "That's....a good story..."
The young man laughed, "I hate that story..."
"You hate cats..," Jet retorted, a bit of slight laughter in his eyes.
"Yeah...Maybe cos he still lives," the thin man replied. There was a long silence that fell soon after, as everything else seemed unreal.
"Just one thing...," Jet began, his eyes turning back to his comrade, "Why?"
NOTE: Hmm..HE LIVES! well i know that was fairly short. But its a preview riiite? WeLL. hope you can be nice and review and stick around for upcoming chapters SOON!