A/N: I'm new at writing Cowboy Bebop fics, so if this isn't to your taste,
well, tough. Reviews are appreciated, constructive criticism is allowed,
and flames will be laughed at and used to feed my pet Balrog. Bingo, bango,
bam.
Disclaimer: I own...stuff. Not Cowboy Bebop. *goes off to sulk about not owning Spike or Jet*
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Faye Valentine reclined on her bed, poring over her magazine. Then she sulkily flung it away and groaned. God, she was so bored. The Redtail was damaged (surprise) and Jet hadn't finished doing the repairs on it. Which meant: No shopping. No gambling. No FREEDOM. She was stuck on trawler with a sarcastic couch-potato/cowboy, a disturbed child, an ex-cop who tended his bonsai plants like they were his children and a mutt for roommates.
She chewed on her lip. Not even roommates, really...Christ, she didn't even know these people. Some life, Valentine.
Faye picked herself off the bed with one action in mind: namely, take a shower. She was a woman, with hygiene standards, and she couldn't afford to stink and live like savages like the males on this ship. Spike and Jet hadn't seemed particularly bothered when the shower broke (again) and it had taken lots of nagging on her part just to make Jet fix the damn thing.
Men, she thought with disgust.
Walking down the corridor, she heard something: the sound of water running. Someone was already in the shower. And to judge from the water puddling at the door, for much too long.
Her eyes narrowed. There was only one person it could be...
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Spike closed his eyes, tilting his head back into the hot spray. Good thing Jet fixed the shower, or they'd all have to bear Faye's endless complaints for another three days. You'd think the woman had never smelled B.O. before. He smirked. Well, at least he had beaten her to it this time, and he planned to milk it up by staying in as long as he could and hopefully use up all the hot water. That would teach her to-
"AAAAAAAAGH!" Spike screamed as the water suddenly went from hot to ice- cold. He staggered out, threw a towel around his waist, and turned off the shower. Yanking open the door open he found himself face-to-face with a smug Faye.
"Shit! What's wrong with you? I was in the shower, Faye," Spike snapped, making to sure to ooze as much sarcasm as possible.
"Well, you were taking too long. So I decided to flush the other toilet and give you a wake-up call, you know?" Faye answered sweetly. "My hair happens to need more maintenance then yours..." She eyed his head. "Besides, your green clown-wig's pretty much a lost cause."
She sailed past him, holding up a bottle of shampoo. "My turn! And don't you think of touching the toilet, I told Ed to bite anyone who tries to go near it besides me. So if you need to piss, tough." This was a lie, but Faye beamed at Spike, who was glowering.
"Oh, and your towel's slipping."
Spike snatched at his towel, giving her a scathing glare, which Faye prettily ignored. As always.
~~
Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the IV hummed as she surfed cyberspace. The skinny teenager swayed back and forth, allowing the colors and shapes to dance in her vision. "Reds, yell-ows, blu-es, colors so preetty..." she sang, imagining herself in different shades. What if she was blue? That was nice color. Blue hair! She giggled. Blue hair, green eyes, purple skin, orange tongue...she'd be...
"RAINBOW ED!!" Ed screeched at no one, hugging herself. She leapt off the table where she was sitting and danced around, arms and legs akimbo. Then she stopped.
What if Edward could be Rainbow Ed? Last time the Bebop crew went to Mars, Jet had bought her a little paint set, he said, 'in order to expand her creative imagination'. Spike had replied that Ed's imagination didn't need any expanding and if anything it should be caged as much as possible. Faye had suggested simply caging Ed herself. "She's like a little monkey anyway," was her retort.
Ed hadn't used it yet. Whooping, she streaked to her room and dug her little paint kit out from the sheets. Acrylic. Non-toxic. With Added Glitter For More Fun!
Her grin stretched even wider as she squeezed the first bright little worm of paint onto her palm...
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A/N: Hmm. I wonder where this is going? *shrugs* Oh well who knows. R&R please!
Disclaimer: I own...stuff. Not Cowboy Bebop. *goes off to sulk about not owning Spike or Jet*
~~
Faye Valentine reclined on her bed, poring over her magazine. Then she sulkily flung it away and groaned. God, she was so bored. The Redtail was damaged (surprise) and Jet hadn't finished doing the repairs on it. Which meant: No shopping. No gambling. No FREEDOM. She was stuck on trawler with a sarcastic couch-potato/cowboy, a disturbed child, an ex-cop who tended his bonsai plants like they were his children and a mutt for roommates.
She chewed on her lip. Not even roommates, really...Christ, she didn't even know these people. Some life, Valentine.
Faye picked herself off the bed with one action in mind: namely, take a shower. She was a woman, with hygiene standards, and she couldn't afford to stink and live like savages like the males on this ship. Spike and Jet hadn't seemed particularly bothered when the shower broke (again) and it had taken lots of nagging on her part just to make Jet fix the damn thing.
Men, she thought with disgust.
Walking down the corridor, she heard something: the sound of water running. Someone was already in the shower. And to judge from the water puddling at the door, for much too long.
Her eyes narrowed. There was only one person it could be...
~~
Spike closed his eyes, tilting his head back into the hot spray. Good thing Jet fixed the shower, or they'd all have to bear Faye's endless complaints for another three days. You'd think the woman had never smelled B.O. before. He smirked. Well, at least he had beaten her to it this time, and he planned to milk it up by staying in as long as he could and hopefully use up all the hot water. That would teach her to-
"AAAAAAAAGH!" Spike screamed as the water suddenly went from hot to ice- cold. He staggered out, threw a towel around his waist, and turned off the shower. Yanking open the door open he found himself face-to-face with a smug Faye.
"Shit! What's wrong with you? I was in the shower, Faye," Spike snapped, making to sure to ooze as much sarcasm as possible.
"Well, you were taking too long. So I decided to flush the other toilet and give you a wake-up call, you know?" Faye answered sweetly. "My hair happens to need more maintenance then yours..." She eyed his head. "Besides, your green clown-wig's pretty much a lost cause."
She sailed past him, holding up a bottle of shampoo. "My turn! And don't you think of touching the toilet, I told Ed to bite anyone who tries to go near it besides me. So if you need to piss, tough." This was a lie, but Faye beamed at Spike, who was glowering.
"Oh, and your towel's slipping."
Spike snatched at his towel, giving her a scathing glare, which Faye prettily ignored. As always.
~~
Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the IV hummed as she surfed cyberspace. The skinny teenager swayed back and forth, allowing the colors and shapes to dance in her vision. "Reds, yell-ows, blu-es, colors so preetty..." she sang, imagining herself in different shades. What if she was blue? That was nice color. Blue hair! She giggled. Blue hair, green eyes, purple skin, orange tongue...she'd be...
"RAINBOW ED!!" Ed screeched at no one, hugging herself. She leapt off the table where she was sitting and danced around, arms and legs akimbo. Then she stopped.
What if Edward could be Rainbow Ed? Last time the Bebop crew went to Mars, Jet had bought her a little paint set, he said, 'in order to expand her creative imagination'. Spike had replied that Ed's imagination didn't need any expanding and if anything it should be caged as much as possible. Faye had suggested simply caging Ed herself. "She's like a little monkey anyway," was her retort.
Ed hadn't used it yet. Whooping, she streaked to her room and dug her little paint kit out from the sheets. Acrylic. Non-toxic. With Added Glitter For More Fun!
Her grin stretched even wider as she squeezed the first bright little worm of paint onto her palm...
~~
A/N: Hmm. I wonder where this is going? *shrugs* Oh well who knows. R&R please!