That blonde hair, perfect body, and those eyes…oh those beautiful blue eyes. Those eyes that pulled him in, kept him close, and ultimately killed him once. Yet in his dreams he still sees them, in every dream he has and in every nightmare that awakens him, startled and shaken.
"Im gonna get out of it all, and then we can run away and live together forever."
"But they will chase both of us, we could both get killed!"
"Don't worry ill protect you, ill keep you safe." He mouthed the words unbeknownst to even himself as the dream came to a close,
"I wont let anything happen to you…" Is the last thing he heard echoed over and over again as his eyes opened. His different colored eyes both shot open at once but only one truly saw what was there while the other was and always will be seeing the dream, replayed over and over again in his mind, over and over again in his heart. His whole life now seemed like a dream within a dream to him. He sat up and looked around as he adjusted to being in reality. Again he was on the same yellow couch and in the same ship as he had awoken in countless times before but the dream still hung over him distorting his surroundings. He put his head down and rubbed his eyes. With a great yawn he got up and stretched a little, his stomach growled and he knew that he was defiantly in the same shape as he was when he fell asleep: hungry, bored, and completely broke. But that was the normal life of the Bebop crew and he secretly loved it.
Meanwhile on the cold planet of Callisto a young woman could be seen walking the streets. Her blonde hair stood out among the blues and grays that seem to be the color scheme of the planet itself. She walked up to a bar that she had gone to many a times since she had arrived here and when she walked in all the men stared. She walked with the grace of an angel but she radiated a strength that made all the men hold their tongues and there thoughts to themselves. She sat down at the same stool as she always has and then, as if on cue, Grin brought up his saxophone and began to play her song. Its sweet but slow sound eases her into a state of relaxation. Something she hardly felt anymore, not with Vicious trying to find her and probably kill her. She put her head back and ran her hands through the golden hair.
"The same as usual?" Asked the bartender
"Yes, yes the usual please." Answered the young woman as she put her hands down and sighed as the song played mournfully throughout the bar. The bartender left briefly only to return with scotch on the rocks.
"Someone asked about you I believe." Said the bartender casually, trying to strike up conversation. The young woman snapped her eyes up to the bartenders' and stared at him in excitement and fright.
"Did he say his name!" She asked quickly as the bartender tried to shy away from her eyes.
"Umm…I believe he did," said the bartender as he recollected the conversation with the white haired man, "I believe he said it was Vicious."