This is my first fanfic for fanfiction.net so take it easy! I thought I would start off with a fanfic of my favorite Anime, Cowboy Bebop before I put out any original work. You know testing the water.

Heh. Anyhoo e-mail if you like at Exodus6679@Yahoo.com!

"Once upon a time, in New York City in 1941... at this club open to all comers to play, night after night, at a club named "Minston's Play House" in Harlem, they play jazz sessions competing with each other. Young jazzmen with a new sense are gathering. At last they created a new genre itself. They are sick and tired of the conventional fixed style jazz. They're eager to play jazz more freely as they wish then... in 2071 in the universe... The bounty hunters, who are gathering in the spaceship "BEBOP", will play freely without fear of risky things. They must create new dreams and films by breaking traditional styles. The work, which becomes a new genre itself, will be called... COWBOY BEBOP"

Fiction Synopsis: Cowboys, drug dealers, and terrorists aren't the only bad boys in the neighborhood; the most elusive and potentially dangerous breed of folk that resides in the interplanetary society that is our solar system is none other than the hacker. And who said only boys are the baddies in this neighborhood?

Cowboy Bebop: Misplaced Session, "Sunsprite Salsa."

(Stanza #1)

The Bebop floated with a cloud of meek satisfaction about it in the Ganymede fishing district. It had been the first time in months that the safe wasn't bone dry.

"Oh my god it's been ages since I've had a meal like that." Faye flopped into a lazy heap on the couch and patted her belly with content. Jet looked down at her from the top a latter positioned under the ceiling fan. It had been busted for nearly a week but he finally found the gumph to fix it.

"Where have you been?" Jet looked to her with a cigarette butt held between his lips. The ceiling fan was pushing the limits of his temper. He switched his attention back to his objective and poked it with a screwdriver.

"I met a lovely man at the tracks and he treated me to lunch." She leaned her head back resting the curve of her neck on the couch arm. A yellow rose was clenched gently between her teeth by the stem. "He wath suhth a darling," she spoke through her teeth then spat the flower out with green repulsion, "anyways the meal was on him."

Ed waltzed into the room with all the grace her adolescence could muster. Goggles pushed up into her hair and Tomato balanced on her head. "Ooooo. What do you have there Faye-Faye?" Ed set her computer down and leaned backwards on the tabletop in between the couches and eyed the rose in Faye's hand upside down.

Vwwip! A vibrating shock of electricity rolled through Jet's hand and up his arm like a clap of thunder. He yelped and lost balance from the latter and met the floor with the seat of his pants.

"Ah screw it!" Jet climbed to his feet and kicked the latter down with a rickety clatter as it struck the floor. He marched away from the living room in frustration to trim his bonsais, the screwdriver still in his shaky hand.

"Suuuuhhhnnnsprite." Ed groaned as she examined the flower still upside down. She liked yellow colored things. Hence her ability to recognized this particular flower to be a rose type called Sunsprite.

"Sprite eh? Yeah well I need shower. You can have it if you like." Faye tossed the rose to Ed. Ed caught it in her teeth with a gentle clench and leapt to her feet.

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Spike sat at the bar and watched his drink with a careful drunk eye. The neon lights were dancing through the solitary ice cube in his glass like a miniature kaleidoscope. He felt for his keys in his jacket pocket with a little tap. It was time to go. Adios Venusian whiskey.

With a freshly lit cigarette in his mouth he walked outside and smoked with a heavy sigh. He could see his ship on the rooftop garage across the street. The light pole near it up there almost made the dear old thing look angelic.

Spike's stomach grumbled in protest suddenly.

I'm hungry.

(You can eat something on the Bebop. Maybe Jet made beef and whatever again.)

"Don't kid yourself." He said suddenly out loud. His own voice startled him a bit. He was sleepy, hungry, and a little buzzed.

He crossed the street with a mob of people with his jacket off now and slung over his shoulder by two fingers. Cars waited behind the painted boundaries of the cross walk as he and the crowd passed. Spike was nothing but black silhouette passing a white wall of headlights. The nightlife of this town was bubbling around everywhere.

He was just one in a million and he certainly felt it.

His cigarette burned slowly. He wasn't even really smoking it; it just sat there between his lips burning itself steadily down to the filter. He pointed it upwards with a puckered expression to get a look at it. Bad habit he guessed and dropped it from his mouth to the gravel.

The old MONO-Racer, the Swordfish II was right where he left her. Florescent lights crowning large poles on all four corners of the rooftop lit the area well. The one closest to him and his ship was a dozen flickers away from dying. The collective electric buzz they produced was almost therapeutic.

He slipped his key into the ignition and with a turn of the wrist brought the ship to life. He appreciated the familiar vibration the live ship sent through the cockpit, this and the mechanical drones and whines of the engine.

It was going to take a while to get through the gate traffic and arrive on time in Ganymede, but he was up for the challenge. Races are always a fun way to sober up.

His stomach croaked again.

"Ugh, I am hungry." He spoke to himself and looked to his gut as if it were going to show him something. Maybe point to food. He chuckled at the idea; it wasn't too funny but those Venusian whiskeys made it seem like a veritable barrel of laughs.

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Ein nosed his empty bowl at Jet hoping he would get the point. But Jet was too distracted with his banzai plants. His ears flicked and heard water pattering the floor in the shower where Faye was bathing. He smelled the dampness of the steam almost from here. He let out a soft whimper and then felt the Bebop rumble a bit under his paws. Someone was here.

The hold closed behind the Swordfish darkening the garage. The lights flickered to life as Spike stepped out a little drunkenly. The garage smelled of oil and fuel like always. Jet's Hammerhead was dismembered for some reason. Wires and parts jutted from its backside and the grappler on top was gone. He must be working on it Spike figured. He sighed hard and felt for his cigarettes but they were in his jacket. In the Swordfish. Locked. Too much hassle.

The door rolled open to the rotating hallway. Ed had collapsed into a sleeping heap with tomato by her side. Her goggles still on and ablaze with color. He wondered how she could sleep. He stepped over her lanky frame careful not to wake her. She giggled in her sleep and rolled over with a yellow rose in her mouth by the stem.

"Whaaaaa?" Ed sat up suddenly half awake, her head bobbing around like a heavy antennae ornament. The rose was still clenched between her teeth.

Her goggles flashed. She dropped the rose to the floor with a sleepy-green flavor still on her tongue. "Mail! Mail! For Edward-Edward!"

She flailed her arms, watching the screen through her goggles. Spike looked to Tomato watching it on the display.

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To: Bebop Crew (ssw.tomato.fl4.bebop)

From: Flori_bunda (unknown)

Subject: (none)

Message:

! ^_^ ! (beauty blooms all summer, when near water) ! ^_~ !

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"Ooooo." Ed pushed her goggles back into her wild orange tufts of hair and looked to Spike. Her eyes wide. "Ooohoo hoo! Buenos Dias Lunkhead! Whatcha think it means?"

"Dunno..." Spike read the message over in his mind. He didn't like the sound of it. He plunged his hands into his pockets and stepped over Ein still nudging his empty food bowl around. "You should ask Jet about that one Ed."

"Hmmm. Maaaybe." Ed jumped to her bare feet and soared out of the hall with her arms spread like the wings of a plane.

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Faye clinked back the shower curtain and stepped out onto the cold linoleum. A huge column of steam rushed out with her like she was the result of some amateur magician's trick. She shivered as the moisture on her body immediately began to dry. She sighed and wrapped a white towel around her and wiped the mirror free of condensation with her hand.

Small waves of dull ache washed over her head and settled behind her eyes. She figured today's headache was the result of a lunch loaded with monosodium glutamate.

She wrapped her fingers over the cold stainless steel mouth of the sink and watched herself in the mirror, her purple hair slicked back. She felt in an obscure way, sad. Not overwhelmingly but it was there, just a hint of it. She didn't know why. She just was. Feelings hit her like this all the time. It was probably nothing, but sometimes anxiety would choke her much harder than this when she least expected it.

Especially when she was trying to go to sleep.

"What am I going to do you with you Ms. Valentine?" She watched her lips shape the words in the mirror. She smiled lopsidedly at herself and opened the mirror to reveal the medicine chest. A cool breeze seemed to be waiting inside. Welcoming her to her bottle of aspirin. She shook the small white bottle testing if there was anything inside. A small rattle emanated from within.

Success!

She unscrewed the bottle and shook out three white tablets past a small gob of white cotton. She shot them in her mouth, winced, and ground them up. She chewed aspirin when she was uneasy. She closed the cabinet to see her mirror self again but this time with Spike behind her. He had just opened the door. She felt the cold air rush in and hit her drying legs and shoulders. His eyes were large and startled and his hands were buried in his pockets.

"Hey!" She shrieked, "Asshole! What if I had been undressed!?" Faye whipped herself around from the mirror with the chalky sickness still on her tongue as she spat the words from her mouth. Her fist tightened the knot and folds of the towel above her breasts.

"I-I needed the a-aspirin." He shut the door and left almost as quickly as he entered. He let out a heavy sigh. "I need a cigarette."

Faye stood still inside. Her heart was still in her throat. She had felt like some dumb animal caught in a pair of headlights.

Has that Lunkhead forgotten how to knock! She tightened the knot and folds of her towel again, as if bracing for another entrance.

Have you forgotten how to lock a door? She looked to the doorknob and turned the tiny toggle, clicking the door locked.

(He looked drunk.)

I could use a drink. But drinks and aspirin don't dance well together, you know that Faye. Shouldn't let him take any.

(What do you care?)

Well I can't let him go and take a whole bottle. Could be dangerous you know poor judgment and all. More importantly I may need them for later.

(All you need Ms. Valentine is a cigarette...) ***

To Be Continued

Easy Come, Easy Go...