Disclaimer: CB is not mine.
NOTE: Did everyone enjoy the last chapter? Becase it was a spur of the moment idea and this one is the same so it won't be thought out so well. Umm there will probably tons of mistakes too. No spell check this time ya know, on a different computer. Well here goes enjoy! I"VE ONLY HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO WRITE THIS!!!
~VT~
Chapter seven
She found the first aid kit under her bed, full of dust and cobwebs. There hadn't been a time before when she had had to use it. She slowly and carefully removed her boot and wrapped the rather swollen looking limb in a white wrap, her hands shaking with the shocks of hurt and emotions that ran through her body simultaneously. She felt something inside her and she didn't want at all to look at it, to analyze it but it analyzed itself, it made her realize just how much she had missed Spike. Just how much he really meant to her.
It hurt her to think that she was falling in love with him because that seemed so impossible, so remotely out of reach. She knew she would love head over heels only to be rejected if she let the feeling truly penetrate her heart. Spike couldn't be tamed, couldn't be taken and made ones own and she knew love in a way needed to tame both wild hearts in order to make them one. She knew he would feel imprisoned by love just as she felt she would be by his if in their wildest dreams there'd be even a possibility he'd feel the same way about her. She knew that Julia had been that only girl, the only one for Spike, Faye being nothing compared to her beauty, past, and understanding, nothing compared to the exotic goddess of love in Death.
But she couldn't possibly be falling inlove with him! It just wasn't a possibility at all! She had been with him for so long before and had never felt an aounce of desire for him, and then all of a sudden...Why was he becoming all she could think about?
Because, she answered herself. He's the link to the past you've wanted so much. The moments you waited for so long just to relive for one day are in his wake and in your reach. He makes you feel complete because no matter how hard you fight the fact, he understands, He's been where you are now- wanting, dreaming to live a life different from the one that is being lived.
But she wasn't supposed to love him.
She stared at her ankle dumbly for a few moments, trying to figure out what was going with her, why she was so confused about who she was and what she wanted lately. It was something she didn't like to think about, she didn't like to think so deeply in things but recently everything she said, or did, or felt needed an explanation in her brain, her soul, her heart because all cried out in frustration of one thing leading one way and another leading in a different direction. And in-between them other things were lost and memories were faded and she felt incredibly weary of what was being thrown at her. So indifferent had she become because of that, and even as the thought registered she found she didn't care.
But the way Spike made her feel wasn't routine, wasn't so felt out that she was tired of the feeling. It was something new and it was something good, something magical that someone dreamed up and tried to write but couldn't. She felt so complete with him because when she looked into his eyes she felt he knew her, knew more than she knew herself and that fact was comforting despite her anger, despite the way she felt these days. She felt that if she looked into his eyes long enough that it might be possible to scrape away the indifference and see her own reflection of who she was.
She wanted to stop thinking about him. She reminded herself that he made her life hell most of the time, made her life confused, he made her hate him even when she wanted to forgive him.
But that's the point, isn't it? A voice asked her. He makes you feel.
She slipped her boot on and walked out her door, limping badly on her sprained ankle. She knew it wasn't broken but it could have been with all the pain each step caused her.
She knew Spike, she knew him unconsciously by just being around him. She could smell his colonge, smell his scent, know his eye color exactly, know everything that was in her brain from the endless days she had spent with him. And why feel now? She asked herself. Because she didn't need him before like she needed him now. It was that simple and it took her a few minutes to understand what exactly she was thinking.
She walked down the hallway pain racing through her body. She loved Spike, it wasn't just a thought or an idea anymore, it was a soul crashing fact that made her want to fly through a sun filled sky. But she also knew blue skies always turned to rain.
She could hear a high peppy voice from the main cockpit and sighed. If this Ayutora girl is a powder puff sweetie I'm going to scream...Faye looked in on the scene before her.
A young girl, in her late teens stood in the middle of the room looking around. Her hair was wavy and presently held up in a pony tail by a black scarf on top of her head. Her hair was a fiery red, a red that looked like the dying ashes of embers. Her eyes were steely green, and her skin a milk white. Her nose was cute and her lips rosy and pink. She wore no make up, but her ears were heavily pierced with silver loops. She wore a white sweatshirt, tunic like with a black belt around her waist and the shoulders cut off so her black tank top straps could be seen. She wore black capris with white socks that stuck out of her black high healed boots. Faye could acutely feel her mouth hanging open. What a get-up...
"..I'm telling you Spike, this place really needs a woman." She was saying
Faye walked in, her ankle numb with pain that she was getting used to. "This ship has a woman," she said coldly. She turned to Spike who was sitting on the yellow couch, his hair and clothes messed up, his cheek so red it looked like it was pinched with a vengeance. Pink lipstick settled itself on his other cheek, and his mouth was slightly open with annoyance. He wanted to speak but couldn't find his voice. Ed sat behind the stairs, hugging her computer to her chest, her brown-gold eyes staring fearfully at the girl afraid that she would do the same to her.
Faye held back a laugh and turned to the girl who pouted in the corner. "Oh," was all the teen replied.
Faye shrugged trying to lift pain away from her sore ankle. She didn't want to sit down just yet, she didn't want Spike to see how much pain she was in. "Hey if you wanted to join-" Spike cut her off as he stood and tried to straighten his shirt. "You wouldn't be allowed to, because, uh, I already have two beautiful girls working with me," he said laughing with false feeling. Faye could feel her heart beat to the lie that she knew he was just saying to get Ayutora off his back.
The girl pouted even more and all Faye could think was how pathetic she looked. No, she really didn't want a girl like that in their little group so she kept her mouth shut after that. The girl shrugged and smiled again, grabbing fiercely onto Spike's arm. "Well, I do have some information on Jet," she began excitedly.
Spike's face turned from neutral to intense anger as he turned and took the girl by her shoulders. "Ayutora, tell me right this minute!" Spike slammed her up against the wall, he wasn't playing with information he didn't want to bargain with.
"Hey!" She screeched. Her eyes narrowed and she pushed him away forcefully. Faye noticed Spike waver on his feet as he jumped back. The girl had to be strong to do that to a man two feet taller than her. Faye touched Spike's arm as she took out a cigarette.
"Let the girl talk," she said angrily. "God, you barely let any words come from her mouth." Faye could feel his pulse on his wrist. It beat fast, beat with angry determination. Would it ever beat fast for her in the heat of just one touch of passion? She wondered idly.
He stared at her fingers and then her eyes, the life and fire in his depths blowing out with reluctance. Faye was right. "All right, but you have two minute's, Ayutora." He could feel anger rushing to take over his sanity as he waited.
Ayutora rubbed her arm dramatically. Her face countered in a pout once more. Faye wanted to smack the little brat who had to be eighteen or older. "Listen, the Bebop doesn't carry babies like you. I'm sure we could find Jet on our own if we had to, you little brat, so give us the information or we're throwing you out of here," Faye lit up. "Without you damn ship or space suit." Faye was a cold bitch when she said that, she knew she was and she got the satisfaction of seeing fear enter the girl's gaze.
Edward jumped from under the stairs. "Spike person can't go anywhere. Sword Fish's fuel tank is trashed. Faye Faye made Sword Fish useless. Edward need money to order new parts. Edward know Bebop have no money, so Ed get a bounty for Faye Faye and Spike person." Ed held up her computer proudly.
"Hey, I want to co-" Ayutora began.
"NO!," Faye and Spike said simultaneously. Florence Diandre, 25 years old with a criminal background of thefts, smuggling, and murder. Worth: 70000 wong. Faye glanced at the woman with dark green hair and silver eyes. She was really beautiful, Faye noted. She looked over at Spike to see if he thought so too. But his eyes held no emotion only anger as he looked up and stared back her.
"Faye, you just had to run into me!" He said angrily.
"And you just had to be an asshole!" She said back as they straightened. Anger zipped through her system then slowly distinguished. Everything was her fault wasn't it?
Ed smiled and took her computer and put it on top of her head. "Spike person and Faye Faye are going to have a great time!"
"Ed, let me ask you this," Faye began. "What ships are we going to take?" She glanced at Spike and then back at Ed. "I mean I don't want that idiot shoved in my ship, and Red Tail only has room for one."
Ayutora smiled. "Ed told me to come and let you use my ship. Why else would I be here? Well, besides the fact I have info on Jet." The girl smiled sweetly, so sickly innocent was her eyes that Faye wanted to actually throw up. "My ship has two seats.." the angry faces around her told her to shut up.
Spike turned to Ed , murder written all over his face as the child jumped up and down, laughing hysterically. "I told Ed that I didn't like Ayutora," he muttered so that only Faye could hear. Faye suppressed a laugh.
"So where's this bounty at?" Faye asked as she sat down on the couch. Her ankle sighed in relief.
"Pluto!" Ed sat down and looked at Faye.
Spike sighed angrily. "Alright, so I use Ayutora's ship and you use yours."
"You didn't ask to use my ship, Spike," Ayutora said behind him playfully.
His face contracted with annoyance and anger as he stared at Faye. She shook her head telling him not to blow up in the teen's face. He turned and she could almost see the fake smile he was giving the girl with clenched teeth. "Ayutora, may I use your ship?" His words were clipped and muffled behind tightly clenched teeth.
"Sure, Spike." She said happily as she ran into the kitchen. "You guys go and I will wait and give you the information when you get back!" She called behind her shoulder.
Spike turned back to Faye and a message passed between them. Something told them Jet's time was running out fast. They needed to hurry. "Why not just use Ayutora's ship and go after Jet?" Faye asked, her voice calm, the crazy-calm that happened before a storm.
"Her ship looks like mine but it lacks fire power. If anything should happen in space I would be useless in battle." He shrugged. "We leave in five minutes. Pack warmly, Pluto is Hell frozen over." He said lightly before he walked out into the highway.
Yeah, and your heart is Hell frozen over ten more times. Mine is trapped in it's first ice storm that wants to freeze my own hell inside.
NOTE: Uh yeah lots of mistakes because I am tired and want to go to bed! SORRY!
