Title: Beginning
Word Count: 172
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. I just float in its space.
Inspiration: Even psychos need love. Especially the hot ones.
He was wounded when she dragged him inside her sea-side house. He was ridden with bullets and barely breathing. She sighed and got ready to try and save him. Living here, for some reason, she got a lot of these people and she was getting very good at saving the majority of them. She opened the windows as she mentally prepared herself for all the blood. The rush and smell of salty air pervaded and soothed her.
She turned and did a quick survey of the man. He was pale and thin. He looked malnourished and hauntingly beautiful even now. He had long silver hair and an empty scabbard on his waist. Who would shoot someone who only carried a sword?
She walked over quickly and started to take off the bandaging she had done quickly in order to get him here. His eyes opened weakly and she couldn't contain the surprise of seeing him conscious. "Kill me…" He whispered and it made her heart hurt.
"No, I'm going to save you."