Love Never Dies
Chapter1: Fallen Stars and Tears Go Unnoticed
By: Akira006
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop!
Faye sighed as her daughter continued to pester her.
"C'mon, mom! Tell me, please!" She pleaded.
"Jasmine, I told you, no." Faye said sternly.
"C'mon, I wanna know!" She tried again. "I'll just ask dad if you don't tell me!"
Faye sighed again and shook her head in disbelief. "Fine, but it may be a little intense for you."
Jasmine shook her head excitedly. "No, it won't."
Faye sighed and closed her eyes, allowing the memories to float to her mind. "It all started or more so ended three
years ago,
I had just realized I had fallen in love with your father, Spike. Just when I had, he was going off to kill himself,
again. He obviously had nothing to live for because Julia was dead. I asked him why he was leaving and in a way pleaded for
him to stay. I was crying out of self pity because I would never get a chance to let him know I loved him. I had put a gun
to his head demanding he tell me where he was going and why.
"Spike, you always told me not to cling to the past, to let go, but you're the one who's holding on!" I yelled at
him as I slowly lowered the gun.
"Look at my eyes." He said as he leaned closer to me. "They're different colors. I lost the left one in an accident."
"Spike, you never told me anything about yourself, don't start now!" I said as I shook my head.
"One's fake. In the left eye, I see the past. In the right eye, I see the present." He continued, ignoring I had even
spoken. With that said, he began to walk down the hall. I raised the gun, my hand slightly shaking. I let the gun point up
towards the ceiling and shot five times. Spike just kept on walking, not even flinching at the sound of the loud gun fire. I
collapsed in tears and threw the gun. I didn't understand why he would want to die so badly. The words echoed through my
mind, ' . . . I'm not going to die, I'm going to find out if I'm alive . . .' That was his reason. I watched his fading
figure. He's digging his own grave and isn't complaining. Death is always at his side. He doesn't fear nor welcome it. He
doesn't care . . . His star is falling faster and faster as he walks towards the darkness, enveloping him in its cold arms.
Friends have become enemies . . . Over an angel of the underworld, so incredibly normal but dangerously beautiful. The stars
of so many have fallen unnoticed because of this aimless battle that stops today.
" . . . Good . . . bye . . . Spike . . ." I whispered to the silent memories that will be all I have left of him. I
slowly stood up and walked over to the window, watching the bright dot slowly get smaller as he left me. I just stood there
crying. Jet was polishing the metal that surrounded the glass in silence. He too was mourning the death of Spike, but in
silence and unnoticed unless you knew him.
A day or so passed by, I can't remember, and the news came. Vicious is dead . . . as is Spike . . . I didn't cry when
I heard the news, I already knew that he was. Jet and I set up a memorial for him in the same graveyard where he was killed
once before. His star has fallen unnoticed except by those who held . . . still hold, him close to their hearts. Jet and I
dragged our feet about the Bebop in depression. Ed was running around and doing flips and things as usual.
"Where's Spike-Person?" She asked me.
My lips trembled as I spoke these words for the first time, "Spike's dead." I answered, not even bothering to look at
her to see her reaction.
"No, he's not!" Ed yelled in excitement. "Tomato knows where Spike-Person is!"
I shook my head in disbelief. "Ed . . . please, you have to accept it . . ." Who was I kidding?! I didn't even accept
it! I was expecting to see his fuzzy hair and hear him complaining about how there was no beef in Jet's special, Bell peppers
and Beef. I walked over to the yellow couches and laid down on one. I laid there, thinking of Spike, unaware that I had
company.
"Faye?" Jet asked softly. I didn't bother to look at him. He was a distant object. I was in my world now. "Faye, I
know this is going to be hard for you, for both of us, but we need money and . . ." He trailed off. I knew what he wanted to
say.
"Bounty time again?" I asked with a small laugh. Usually Spike and I would fight over who would get the bounty first
or bet on who was. Most of the time it was Spike or we both got there. Sometimes, I wouldn't bother to go. I sat up and
looked at the old monitor that Spike used to watch Big Shots on. I reached over and turned it on. As usual, it was turned to
Big Shots.
"Howdy, yall!" The same guy said. "We got a bounty here that is now doubled, right?!"
"That's right!" The same dumb blonde said. "His name is Dominique Li and he has a 75 million oolong reward on his
head!" I lifted an eyebrow and smiled. The picture was shown. It was a white male about in his thirties with a scar under his
left eye. His head was shaved. I got all the info on him and such before telling Jet to head to Saturn.
We got to Saturn and landed. I went to the Blue Cadillac Bar where he was supposed to go daily. I walked over to the
bar and took a seat and ordered my drink. I smiled when I saw the mirror behind the bar. I was glad I was wearing sunglasses.
Now, I could look around without anyone noticing. I lifted a finger to signal the bar tender over.
"Where's Dominique?" I asked cooly.
The guy smiled, "Another of his clients, eh?" He asked.
I smiled back and shrugged my shoulders, deciding to go along with it.
"He's in the back room, you should know which one."The guy answered before going back to cleaning the top of the bar.
My eyes widened a little upon hearing that. Which back room? Think of something, Faye! I mentally chided myself.
"I'm one of Mr. Li's new clients and he wasn't that specific on which room or I wasn't listening good enough. I got
the impression that there was one back room, but I was obviously mistaken. Could you possibly show me which one it is?" I
asked sweetly.
The bar tender smiled. "The middle one." He stated simply. I smiled and nodded before walking towards the back rooms.
I walked up to the middle door and turned the knob before walking in. There was a table in the middle of the room where
Dominique and three other burly guys were sitting. I swayed my hips as I walked in.
"Mr. Li." I said with a smile as I leaned over the table, giving the guys a good view of my breasts. I looked him in
and said, "Don't move!" As I put the barrel of the gun under his chin. The guy's eyes widened.
"A bounty hunter?!" He asked in disbelief. I smiled sweetly.
I turned Dominique in and we got the bounty. Jet used it for repairs on the ship and such. I decided to go out for a
while, I was still depressed about Spike and thought it might make me feel better. I stayed on the planet Saturn a while
longer. I went to a bar and sat there drowning my tears and worries in liquor. I couldn't stop thinking of Spike. He haunted
my mind everywhere I went. There was no sanctuary from this torment of dreams and hopes shattered like glass against the
cold hard truth of life. I should be used to all this heart breaking and such because of my past. I had always loved Spike
in way and never known until that day. I had teased him and yelled at him to cover the truth. I was always jealous of Julia.
She was the reason Spike breathed each day. She was the reason he lived . . . She was the reason he died . . . You know the
saying, You never know what you have until you lose it, well, that saying seems to have summed up this trauma of mine. I now
know what I had and now it-he's gone.
I gulped down the last drink of the night before being forced into the street. I began walking in no direction in
particular, not noticing, not caring about the rain that had began beating down upon me. I liked the rain. You could walk
around depressed and it seemed to fit. I was depressed and this was just the thing I needed. The rain was so pure and clean
and made me feel like I belonged in the world for a little while at least. I walked through the streets beginning to be
covered with puddles of water slowly getting deeper. My hair stuck to my face. The rain mixed with my tears streamed off my
face. I was soon drenched and cold, but I didn't allow myself to feel the physical pain. I was too caught up in my mental
pain of self pity and loneliness. What happened to the Faye Valentine who mocked humans as social animals and said you could
live pretty well by yourself? Maybe it was because she always knew, she was never really by herself. I could always go back
to the Bebop and see that fuzzy haired, brown eyed lunk.
I finally stopped walking and looked at my surroundings. There was a broken down church in front of me and I decided
to take shelter in there. I walked through the aisle of the Cathedral. The smell of desertion and neglection filled the air.
It was so eerie and lonely, but I felt like I belonged here. I sat down in one of the pews, the dust clinging to me as
though I was a magnet. I just sat there with my head and shoulders drooped, thinking about him. I was zoned out and
depressed. The only sound was that of the rain beating down against the broken roof or the dripping of it falling through
the holes in this God forsaken place. The cold air bit at my wet skin as though trying to make me feel as much pain as
possible. I hadn't noticed the salty tears flowing freely and silently down my cheeks. I felt dead . . .
" . . . Spike . . ." I whispered to a silent memory. Good byes are so drear. I hate long good byes, but I hate even
more how you didn't even say good bye. You walked out without even saying my name. Without kissing me. Without holding me.
Without even a friendly handshake. You left me to die of my misery while you took the short way out of life. You died for a
"noble" reason. " . . . I love you . . ."
A/N: Sooo, how do you ppls like it?! Please, R+R!! I hope you like it! Flames are accepted as well . . . but I don't prefer
them . . .
Chapter1: Fallen Stars and Tears Go Unnoticed
By: Akira006
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop!
Faye sighed as her daughter continued to pester her.
"C'mon, mom! Tell me, please!" She pleaded.
"Jasmine, I told you, no." Faye said sternly.
"C'mon, I wanna know!" She tried again. "I'll just ask dad if you don't tell me!"
Faye sighed again and shook her head in disbelief. "Fine, but it may be a little intense for you."
Jasmine shook her head excitedly. "No, it won't."
Faye sighed and closed her eyes, allowing the memories to float to her mind. "It all started or more so ended three
years ago,
I had just realized I had fallen in love with your father, Spike. Just when I had, he was going off to kill himself,
again. He obviously had nothing to live for because Julia was dead. I asked him why he was leaving and in a way pleaded for
him to stay. I was crying out of self pity because I would never get a chance to let him know I loved him. I had put a gun
to his head demanding he tell me where he was going and why.
"Spike, you always told me not to cling to the past, to let go, but you're the one who's holding on!" I yelled at
him as I slowly lowered the gun.
"Look at my eyes." He said as he leaned closer to me. "They're different colors. I lost the left one in an accident."
"Spike, you never told me anything about yourself, don't start now!" I said as I shook my head.
"One's fake. In the left eye, I see the past. In the right eye, I see the present." He continued, ignoring I had even
spoken. With that said, he began to walk down the hall. I raised the gun, my hand slightly shaking. I let the gun point up
towards the ceiling and shot five times. Spike just kept on walking, not even flinching at the sound of the loud gun fire. I
collapsed in tears and threw the gun. I didn't understand why he would want to die so badly. The words echoed through my
mind, ' . . . I'm not going to die, I'm going to find out if I'm alive . . .' That was his reason. I watched his fading
figure. He's digging his own grave and isn't complaining. Death is always at his side. He doesn't fear nor welcome it. He
doesn't care . . . His star is falling faster and faster as he walks towards the darkness, enveloping him in its cold arms.
Friends have become enemies . . . Over an angel of the underworld, so incredibly normal but dangerously beautiful. The stars
of so many have fallen unnoticed because of this aimless battle that stops today.
" . . . Good . . . bye . . . Spike . . ." I whispered to the silent memories that will be all I have left of him. I
slowly stood up and walked over to the window, watching the bright dot slowly get smaller as he left me. I just stood there
crying. Jet was polishing the metal that surrounded the glass in silence. He too was mourning the death of Spike, but in
silence and unnoticed unless you knew him.
A day or so passed by, I can't remember, and the news came. Vicious is dead . . . as is Spike . . . I didn't cry when
I heard the news, I already knew that he was. Jet and I set up a memorial for him in the same graveyard where he was killed
once before. His star has fallen unnoticed except by those who held . . . still hold, him close to their hearts. Jet and I
dragged our feet about the Bebop in depression. Ed was running around and doing flips and things as usual.
"Where's Spike-Person?" She asked me.
My lips trembled as I spoke these words for the first time, "Spike's dead." I answered, not even bothering to look at
her to see her reaction.
"No, he's not!" Ed yelled in excitement. "Tomato knows where Spike-Person is!"
I shook my head in disbelief. "Ed . . . please, you have to accept it . . ." Who was I kidding?! I didn't even accept
it! I was expecting to see his fuzzy hair and hear him complaining about how there was no beef in Jet's special, Bell peppers
and Beef. I walked over to the yellow couches and laid down on one. I laid there, thinking of Spike, unaware that I had
company.
"Faye?" Jet asked softly. I didn't bother to look at him. He was a distant object. I was in my world now. "Faye, I
know this is going to be hard for you, for both of us, but we need money and . . ." He trailed off. I knew what he wanted to
say.
"Bounty time again?" I asked with a small laugh. Usually Spike and I would fight over who would get the bounty first
or bet on who was. Most of the time it was Spike or we both got there. Sometimes, I wouldn't bother to go. I sat up and
looked at the old monitor that Spike used to watch Big Shots on. I reached over and turned it on. As usual, it was turned to
Big Shots.
"Howdy, yall!" The same guy said. "We got a bounty here that is now doubled, right?!"
"That's right!" The same dumb blonde said. "His name is Dominique Li and he has a 75 million oolong reward on his
head!" I lifted an eyebrow and smiled. The picture was shown. It was a white male about in his thirties with a scar under his
left eye. His head was shaved. I got all the info on him and such before telling Jet to head to Saturn.
We got to Saturn and landed. I went to the Blue Cadillac Bar where he was supposed to go daily. I walked over to the
bar and took a seat and ordered my drink. I smiled when I saw the mirror behind the bar. I was glad I was wearing sunglasses.
Now, I could look around without anyone noticing. I lifted a finger to signal the bar tender over.
"Where's Dominique?" I asked cooly.
The guy smiled, "Another of his clients, eh?" He asked.
I smiled back and shrugged my shoulders, deciding to go along with it.
"He's in the back room, you should know which one."The guy answered before going back to cleaning the top of the bar.
My eyes widened a little upon hearing that. Which back room? Think of something, Faye! I mentally chided myself.
"I'm one of Mr. Li's new clients and he wasn't that specific on which room or I wasn't listening good enough. I got
the impression that there was one back room, but I was obviously mistaken. Could you possibly show me which one it is?" I
asked sweetly.
The bar tender smiled. "The middle one." He stated simply. I smiled and nodded before walking towards the back rooms.
I walked up to the middle door and turned the knob before walking in. There was a table in the middle of the room where
Dominique and three other burly guys were sitting. I swayed my hips as I walked in.
"Mr. Li." I said with a smile as I leaned over the table, giving the guys a good view of my breasts. I looked him in
and said, "Don't move!" As I put the barrel of the gun under his chin. The guy's eyes widened.
"A bounty hunter?!" He asked in disbelief. I smiled sweetly.
I turned Dominique in and we got the bounty. Jet used it for repairs on the ship and such. I decided to go out for a
while, I was still depressed about Spike and thought it might make me feel better. I stayed on the planet Saturn a while
longer. I went to a bar and sat there drowning my tears and worries in liquor. I couldn't stop thinking of Spike. He haunted
my mind everywhere I went. There was no sanctuary from this torment of dreams and hopes shattered like glass against the
cold hard truth of life. I should be used to all this heart breaking and such because of my past. I had always loved Spike
in way and never known until that day. I had teased him and yelled at him to cover the truth. I was always jealous of Julia.
She was the reason Spike breathed each day. She was the reason he lived . . . She was the reason he died . . . You know the
saying, You never know what you have until you lose it, well, that saying seems to have summed up this trauma of mine. I now
know what I had and now it-he's gone.
I gulped down the last drink of the night before being forced into the street. I began walking in no direction in
particular, not noticing, not caring about the rain that had began beating down upon me. I liked the rain. You could walk
around depressed and it seemed to fit. I was depressed and this was just the thing I needed. The rain was so pure and clean
and made me feel like I belonged in the world for a little while at least. I walked through the streets beginning to be
covered with puddles of water slowly getting deeper. My hair stuck to my face. The rain mixed with my tears streamed off my
face. I was soon drenched and cold, but I didn't allow myself to feel the physical pain. I was too caught up in my mental
pain of self pity and loneliness. What happened to the Faye Valentine who mocked humans as social animals and said you could
live pretty well by yourself? Maybe it was because she always knew, she was never really by herself. I could always go back
to the Bebop and see that fuzzy haired, brown eyed lunk.
I finally stopped walking and looked at my surroundings. There was a broken down church in front of me and I decided
to take shelter in there. I walked through the aisle of the Cathedral. The smell of desertion and neglection filled the air.
It was so eerie and lonely, but I felt like I belonged here. I sat down in one of the pews, the dust clinging to me as
though I was a magnet. I just sat there with my head and shoulders drooped, thinking about him. I was zoned out and
depressed. The only sound was that of the rain beating down against the broken roof or the dripping of it falling through
the holes in this God forsaken place. The cold air bit at my wet skin as though trying to make me feel as much pain as
possible. I hadn't noticed the salty tears flowing freely and silently down my cheeks. I felt dead . . .
" . . . Spike . . ." I whispered to a silent memory. Good byes are so drear. I hate long good byes, but I hate even
more how you didn't even say good bye. You walked out without even saying my name. Without kissing me. Without holding me.
Without even a friendly handshake. You left me to die of my misery while you took the short way out of life. You died for a
"noble" reason. " . . . I love you . . ."
A/N: Sooo, how do you ppls like it?! Please, R+R!! I hope you like it! Flames are accepted as well . . . but I don't prefer
them . . .