I do not claim any of the Cowboy Bebop characters
except Rose who I made up =].....
The crystal chandelier hovering above the joyous
crowd glittered with blustering charm. Under each
dainty foot a marble tile lay, faultlessly mirroring
each sweeping gowned that cross the floor. Patch's of
the dance floor grew hazy from cigarette smoke,
vigorously being puffed by well-dressed men. Every
eye blurred with sweet intentions of the ball,
feeling no tension in the room, except for one young
lady.
She sat blissfully, like any young woman would, on a
satin bench pushed against the wall. Men and woman of
all ages lined the richly decorated ballroom, with
its absurd amounts of remarkable artwork and
spritzing colors. Her fingers diligently stroked
orientate gold tassels that hung off the sides of the
seat. Roseate lace warmly trimmed the blush silk that
tightly enveloped her form, making it hard to breath.
The girl, Rose, could feel the agonizing seams of her
corset barbarically tighten at each breath. But she
made sure to stay levelheaded, making sure no one
noticed her distress.
Rose kept a sharp eye on anything suspicious. Nearly
each giddy couple that brushed past her seemed
completely innocent, only leaving the young lady
envious of their happiness and bliss. The elegant
dress hid her feet well, making it easy to check if
the violin case securely placed underneath the bench
was still withheld from anyone catching sight of it.
She suspiciously kept watch, keeping all senses keen
for any peculiar activity. As the clock gradually
ticked seconds away, the busy action once flooding
her vision died down to a thin crowd. Only oppressed
smokers swimming in miasma and seedy woman kept
sanctuary at Mr. Yenrai's ball, leaving only a few
suspects as the bounty. Rose sat up right; acting as
if preoccupied with a small book nestled on her lap.
But really she waited for someone to slip while
intoxicated with wine, leaking to everyone his or her
identity with the "Red Dragon". A sly smirk slipped
onto Rose's graceful face as thoughts of how it would
be a painless way to her 25 million woolongs.
It had to have been only a few moments until a gut-
wrenching emotion sunk in, diminishing her scheming
ways. It was that feeling that has always haunted
her...each day it trails behind her like a neglected
puppy. As if in trance, the alert flicker once in her
green eyes blew out, leaving a film of shock in its
place. The past was grabbing Rose once again, not
caring what she was doing or were she was.....
[ flash back ]
"Rose...."
A blanket of mist gathered across the deserted
sidewalk, flickering streetlights danced across few
tired faces still parading the streets. A black cloud
hung over Rose's slouched form, drenching her with
pain. The lonely click of high heels rang in the air
as if caught in that moment. Rose's trench coat
ruffled in the soft wind as she turned. Her face was
flushed with distress and bewilderment as she saw the
man that unwaveringly called to her. His tall figure
soared above her own, though she knew whom it
was...those eyes looked too familiar. Memories once
caged tightly in her soul beat frantically to escape,
but she pushed them back even if tears already
brimmed in her eyes.
"Jet, what do you want," she murmured, teeth clenched
tightly. A strange sensation of running into his arms
nagged at her muscles, but Rose resisted knowing that
she fell for that once and it didn't help. Careless
pieces of brown hair feel across her terrorized face,
shaking with rage. Unwillingly she kept her eyes to
the ground, while crystal tears plummeted to their
sorrowful death, but in each one there was a
desperate cry penned in, hollering to be let out.
Rose's back grew stiff as the once loving hands that
touched her with such tenderness gripped her
shoulders. Without warning the young woman's legs
gave out, making her fall to defeat. Trembling from
uncontrollable sobbing, Rose looked up to find Jet
embracing her tightly, as if wishing to drain all
energy from her already weak body. With eyes shut
tight the embrace grew stronger as she wept into his
chest, a feeling of chains unlocking and letting her
spirit run free overwhelmed her.
"Jet," Rose stammered, still trying to pull herself
back together," why'd you leave."
A deep silence cloaked the two forms clinging to one
another, each one deeply taking the moment. Soaking
it in for memories to be hung on the wall.
"I felt like I was doing the right thing," Jet said
gazing into space, "But I was wrong."
A soft chuckle escaped his mouth, lingering in the air.
"Rose," He whispered looking into her eyes," you can
take care of yourself, and no matter what kind of
trouble I get into as an officer, I know you'll
always be by my side like you have been. That's why
to you and only you, I'll say this."
Rose's mind was going insane knowing what he was
going to say, what she had longed to hear for all
those years. A dim smile appeared across her face.
Innocently she took of the brown hat covering his
face. Softly, she ran her fingers through his muffled
hair, and came close to his face.
"I love you Rose..."
[ end of flash back ]
Rose's sight was blurry for a moment as reality
gradually came back into perspective. She shuddered,
knowing that the past has won again. The great
ballroom was bare, the boisterous chiming from the
clock struck 3 in the morning scaring her stiff. A
cold chill was sent down Rose's back as she made the
conclusion everyone must have cleared out not too
long ago. Not a living soul accompanied her, only the
gentle blaze of candles passionately setting the mood
in the naked room. Suddenly all senses were attentive
once again, as the young woman felt she was not alone
as much as she wished she was.
Cautiously, Rose stood up, reaching down to grab the
hard violin case protectively underneath the bench.
She turned, steadily placing the case onto the floor
with a tender thud, the sound of metal clasps
unlocking cut into the dead silence like a knife. The
muffled pattering of rain beat against the towering
glass windows which bordered the ballroom, making
Rose's heart flutter in fear. Her small fingers
slipped into the trigger of a sniper gun, she kicked
aside the violin case and quickly vanished into the
shadows of hell.
The pondering rain left a lonely aura to echo in the
abandoned ballroom. Streetlights cast their milky
glow upon the glassy floor portraying the shadows of
raindrops. Sheets of rain came down, pounding
viciously onto the Mr. Yenrai's freshly washed
windows. They shimmered and glistened with the light
leaking in from outside, and that's when Rose saw it.
Her eyes dilated, growing larger as she looked at the
built form only a few yards in front of her petrified
body, standing there just starring at the miserable
rainfall. Losing grip of the sniper it fell, meeting
the ground with an abrupt clatter. She stood
mortified, as the uncanny figure looked at her with
dear eyes.
"Jet...."
except Rose who I made up =].....
The crystal chandelier hovering above the joyous
crowd glittered with blustering charm. Under each
dainty foot a marble tile lay, faultlessly mirroring
each sweeping gowned that cross the floor. Patch's of
the dance floor grew hazy from cigarette smoke,
vigorously being puffed by well-dressed men. Every
eye blurred with sweet intentions of the ball,
feeling no tension in the room, except for one young
lady.
She sat blissfully, like any young woman would, on a
satin bench pushed against the wall. Men and woman of
all ages lined the richly decorated ballroom, with
its absurd amounts of remarkable artwork and
spritzing colors. Her fingers diligently stroked
orientate gold tassels that hung off the sides of the
seat. Roseate lace warmly trimmed the blush silk that
tightly enveloped her form, making it hard to breath.
The girl, Rose, could feel the agonizing seams of her
corset barbarically tighten at each breath. But she
made sure to stay levelheaded, making sure no one
noticed her distress.
Rose kept a sharp eye on anything suspicious. Nearly
each giddy couple that brushed past her seemed
completely innocent, only leaving the young lady
envious of their happiness and bliss. The elegant
dress hid her feet well, making it easy to check if
the violin case securely placed underneath the bench
was still withheld from anyone catching sight of it.
She suspiciously kept watch, keeping all senses keen
for any peculiar activity. As the clock gradually
ticked seconds away, the busy action once flooding
her vision died down to a thin crowd. Only oppressed
smokers swimming in miasma and seedy woman kept
sanctuary at Mr. Yenrai's ball, leaving only a few
suspects as the bounty. Rose sat up right; acting as
if preoccupied with a small book nestled on her lap.
But really she waited for someone to slip while
intoxicated with wine, leaking to everyone his or her
identity with the "Red Dragon". A sly smirk slipped
onto Rose's graceful face as thoughts of how it would
be a painless way to her 25 million woolongs.
It had to have been only a few moments until a gut-
wrenching emotion sunk in, diminishing her scheming
ways. It was that feeling that has always haunted
her...each day it trails behind her like a neglected
puppy. As if in trance, the alert flicker once in her
green eyes blew out, leaving a film of shock in its
place. The past was grabbing Rose once again, not
caring what she was doing or were she was.....
[ flash back ]
"Rose...."
A blanket of mist gathered across the deserted
sidewalk, flickering streetlights danced across few
tired faces still parading the streets. A black cloud
hung over Rose's slouched form, drenching her with
pain. The lonely click of high heels rang in the air
as if caught in that moment. Rose's trench coat
ruffled in the soft wind as she turned. Her face was
flushed with distress and bewilderment as she saw the
man that unwaveringly called to her. His tall figure
soared above her own, though she knew whom it
was...those eyes looked too familiar. Memories once
caged tightly in her soul beat frantically to escape,
but she pushed them back even if tears already
brimmed in her eyes.
"Jet, what do you want," she murmured, teeth clenched
tightly. A strange sensation of running into his arms
nagged at her muscles, but Rose resisted knowing that
she fell for that once and it didn't help. Careless
pieces of brown hair feel across her terrorized face,
shaking with rage. Unwillingly she kept her eyes to
the ground, while crystal tears plummeted to their
sorrowful death, but in each one there was a
desperate cry penned in, hollering to be let out.
Rose's back grew stiff as the once loving hands that
touched her with such tenderness gripped her
shoulders. Without warning the young woman's legs
gave out, making her fall to defeat. Trembling from
uncontrollable sobbing, Rose looked up to find Jet
embracing her tightly, as if wishing to drain all
energy from her already weak body. With eyes shut
tight the embrace grew stronger as she wept into his
chest, a feeling of chains unlocking and letting her
spirit run free overwhelmed her.
"Jet," Rose stammered, still trying to pull herself
back together," why'd you leave."
A deep silence cloaked the two forms clinging to one
another, each one deeply taking the moment. Soaking
it in for memories to be hung on the wall.
"I felt like I was doing the right thing," Jet said
gazing into space, "But I was wrong."
A soft chuckle escaped his mouth, lingering in the air.
"Rose," He whispered looking into her eyes," you can
take care of yourself, and no matter what kind of
trouble I get into as an officer, I know you'll
always be by my side like you have been. That's why
to you and only you, I'll say this."
Rose's mind was going insane knowing what he was
going to say, what she had longed to hear for all
those years. A dim smile appeared across her face.
Innocently she took of the brown hat covering his
face. Softly, she ran her fingers through his muffled
hair, and came close to his face.
"I love you Rose..."
[ end of flash back ]
Rose's sight was blurry for a moment as reality
gradually came back into perspective. She shuddered,
knowing that the past has won again. The great
ballroom was bare, the boisterous chiming from the
clock struck 3 in the morning scaring her stiff. A
cold chill was sent down Rose's back as she made the
conclusion everyone must have cleared out not too
long ago. Not a living soul accompanied her, only the
gentle blaze of candles passionately setting the mood
in the naked room. Suddenly all senses were attentive
once again, as the young woman felt she was not alone
as much as she wished she was.
Cautiously, Rose stood up, reaching down to grab the
hard violin case protectively underneath the bench.
She turned, steadily placing the case onto the floor
with a tender thud, the sound of metal clasps
unlocking cut into the dead silence like a knife. The
muffled pattering of rain beat against the towering
glass windows which bordered the ballroom, making
Rose's heart flutter in fear. Her small fingers
slipped into the trigger of a sniper gun, she kicked
aside the violin case and quickly vanished into the
shadows of hell.
The pondering rain left a lonely aura to echo in the
abandoned ballroom. Streetlights cast their milky
glow upon the glassy floor portraying the shadows of
raindrops. Sheets of rain came down, pounding
viciously onto the Mr. Yenrai's freshly washed
windows. They shimmered and glistened with the light
leaking in from outside, and that's when Rose saw it.
Her eyes dilated, growing larger as she looked at the
built form only a few yards in front of her petrified
body, standing there just starring at the miserable
rainfall. Losing grip of the sniper it fell, meeting
the ground with an abrupt clatter. She stood
mortified, as the uncanny figure looked at her with
dear eyes.
"Jet...."