Konnichi-wa, minna-san! Welcome to my first real fanfic on fanfiction.net. This story, I'm afraid, is going to evolve in a way I never believed it would. If you would, please R&R for me...I would really appreciate some feedback =^-^= Thank you much for taking the time to even read this. C ya next chapter!
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Jet walked quietly down the hall, a small "clack" emitted by his heel that broke the newly settled-in silence of the Bebop. Just days before, the ratty ship had been teeming with life and activity. Suddenly, Ed, Ein and Spike had become nothing but shadowy memories, and the craft was almost nothing more than a hollow shell. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time– a feeling of loneliness.
Faye dropped to the floor, her sobs overcoming her. He was gone. Gone, gone, gone, her mind repeated with each beat of her broken heart. Spike, the man she had loved since his amber eyes had met with hers, was gone. Given, this wasn't the first time it had happened, but she knew this time. She knew she would never see her precious gowljo again. Her head span, her tears bloodying her face. She gasped heavily as she tried to catch her breath between her heartbroken cries. "Spike..." she whispered to no one as she stared at the cold floor through her blurred vision. His name brought a new sting to her grief, and she screamed in agony as tears rolled faster down her face. In desperation, her hand shakily reached for the gun lying at her side, one bullet remaining within. "I'll meet you there, my darling...my only love..." she murmured mournfully down the quiet corridor.
Out of other jobs to do, Jet limped towards the shuttle bay to quickly shine and polish it. It was a useless task, of course, as it would dirty just as badly the next time it was put in use by an incoming or outgoing ship. Right now, however, he was only interested in keeping his mind busy, off of his likely dead best friend and comrade. His eyes saddened as he thought of the old lunkhead lying lifeless on the street, another John Doe likely to never be identified and thrown in an unmarked grave. Out of nowhere, a piercing cry startled him and wrecked his train of thought. He raced as quickly around the corner as he could, his eyes locking on the purple haired beauty with her own gun pointed at her head. She stared blankly at the opposite wall, obviously deeply buried within her pile of pained emotions. Hesitantly, he began a struggled walk towards her.
"Faye...don't..." he pleaded. "Stop...we'll make it through this..."
"You don't understand," began her quivering tone. "You don't understand! A world without him isn't worth living in!" Her agonized, heart-ripping screams continued. "You don't understand, dammit!!" There was a pause as she quieted her cries. "I'm sorry, Jet. Sorry for everything. Spending your money, yelling, being a stupid slut, I'm sorry. Don't forget me when I'm gone." She readied the gun to fire, despite Jet's screams against it. Time almost stopped as the trigger clicked.
Bang.
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No, that's not the end. But to get another chapter, please please PLEASE someone review it? I would be so grateful! Again, thank you =^-^= Luvs/Heza-chan