Thanks for the reviews, everybody. I know it's short. I never intended
chapters for this fic but am too excited to post it so might as well do it
in parts.
Watched my second episode of Cowboy Bebop last night at Cartoon Network. Still haven't received my tapes. Grrr! ******* ******* ********
Disclaimer: I hope I thought of Cowboy Bebop first but I didn't, nor do I own it. If ever I am violating any rights for this anime, please email me and due actions will be done. Please don't sue, no money =)
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Several minutes passed but neither of them spoke. In a small, darkened room that smelled of grease, no noise could be heard except their breathing and their own heartbeats.
Spike released a deep breath and sat down on something. But when he put his weight on it, the thing crushed, leaving him sprawled on the floor. He muttered a silent curse but did not bother getting off the thing.
Faye smiled and sat down herself. The room was really small leaving only less than a foot of space between them.
"Damn, Jet," Spike grumbled, breaking the silnce. "I thought I'd never see the day that he would point a barrel on my head." He snorted. "Much less give me a room arrest!"
Faye kept silent. Not that he needs a rejoinder but she did not feel like responding. She, too, admitted that it was unlike of Jet to do that. If ever somebody has patience around the Bebop, it was Jet.
"What a life we're leading, huh?" Spike continued on. His conscience was nudging him and the silence, 'her' silence, was making it worse. He could not explain it but it looked as if he kept on pushing the wrong button in her. "We lost the money. And now here we are inside this stinky room for God knows how long."
Faye crossed her arms on her chest and closed her eyes. She just kept her silence because she knew that if she opened her mouth, they would end up fighting again.
"Come on, Faye," Spike continued on, grinning. "Enough of this no-talk-to- Spike nonsense. Let's kiss and make-up."
Faye snorted.
"It's very dark in here," he said meaningfully. Spike knew that he could get her to talk in less than a minute even if it would make her angry. He just wanted to hear her voice. "And I am feeling 'hot' all ready."
She could not believe her ears. If ever they fought, there was no hitting below the belt. But at that time, Spike was suggesting something that she was not sure she liked at all. Their conversations had never been suggestive since Spike never wanted anything to do with her, aside for the woolongs of the bounties. For him, she was just a sorry bitch with no past and no future therefore deserving no respect at all.
"You really won't talk to me, huh?" Spike whispered. He grinned and banged the wall with his elbow. Then he moaned. "Oh, god, Faye. Ahhh. So good." He kept on moaning and banging the wall.
Faye's eyes narrowed. She knew he did not respect her at all, but to put her in the same boat as the sluts, that was uncalled for. Without thinking, she launched herself at him, knocking him off. "Shut up," she hissed at him.
Spike was caught off-guard. Trapped between her and the floor, he did not move. She was angry, he could tell.
"I am not one of your cheap girls. I tried so hard to be one of you, to be one of the team. But no matter how hard I tried, you still look at me as a bitch. If you can't treat me otherwise, then I'll." Faye trailed off. Her voice was quavering and tears misted her eyes. She got off him and stood. She could not believe her ears. If ever they fought, there was no hitting below the belt. But at that time, Spike was suggesting something that she was not sure she liked at all. Their conversations had never been suggestive since Spike never wanted anything to do with her, aside for the woolongs of the bounties. For him, she was just a sorry bitch with no past and no future therefore deserving no respect at all.
Spike, shocked as he was, stayed sprawled on the floor. Staring up into darkness where he thought she was standing. Her words were sinking in, drowning him. iWhat the hell is she talking about? was all that came into his mind.
It was too much for Faye. She was hot, hungry and hurt. To top it all, it was all the doing of the man she was learning to trust. But she was wrong, it was hard to compete with a dead who was the basis for his kind of woman.
Sighing, Faye banged the door. "Jet! Ed! Let me out or I swear, I'll blow this door open!" she shouted, her voice laced with warning.
"Faye," Spike started, standing up. "I'm--"
"Ed!" Faye shouted again cutting him off, banging at the door.
"Faye, come on," Spike murmured, "I never intended for --"
"Jet! I am counting until three only. You don't want to add this to your list of repairs. One. Two."
The door opened with Jet sighing outside. Spike was able to glimpse at Faye through a stream of light from the outside and did not miss her eyes misting with tears. He never put Faye and emotional in the same sentence before but was proved wrong.
Faye hurriedly went out knocking Jet aside.
"Hey, what the--?" Jet started to protest but he too noticed the sullen face of Faye. He turned his attention to Spike going out of the room. "What the hell did you do to her? Nothing happened? Right?"
Spike sighed. "Leave it, Jet. I am not in the mood. And yes, something happened. I just don't want to talk about it right now," he said in deep tones and headed towards the hanger.
Flabbergasted, Jet's eyes bulged out and his jaw dropped. "But you two have only been there for a couple of minutes. How--? Why--?"
Spike continued on towards the hanger.
"Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?"
"Out. This lunkhead," he said emphasizing the word Faye used to call him, "is going out to cool off and to get us some money. Don't wait up." 'I need a drink and some space, literally, between me and that woman for now,' he thought. The he took off with Swordfish II towards Mars.
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Whew! Finally got this one done... R&R please... How can they resolve their... DIFFERENCES?... Next chapter (hopefully, again, i'll be in the mood to make it)
Watched my second episode of Cowboy Bebop last night at Cartoon Network. Still haven't received my tapes. Grrr! ******* ******* ********
Disclaimer: I hope I thought of Cowboy Bebop first but I didn't, nor do I own it. If ever I am violating any rights for this anime, please email me and due actions will be done. Please don't sue, no money =)
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Several minutes passed but neither of them spoke. In a small, darkened room that smelled of grease, no noise could be heard except their breathing and their own heartbeats.
Spike released a deep breath and sat down on something. But when he put his weight on it, the thing crushed, leaving him sprawled on the floor. He muttered a silent curse but did not bother getting off the thing.
Faye smiled and sat down herself. The room was really small leaving only less than a foot of space between them.
"Damn, Jet," Spike grumbled, breaking the silnce. "I thought I'd never see the day that he would point a barrel on my head." He snorted. "Much less give me a room arrest!"
Faye kept silent. Not that he needs a rejoinder but she did not feel like responding. She, too, admitted that it was unlike of Jet to do that. If ever somebody has patience around the Bebop, it was Jet.
"What a life we're leading, huh?" Spike continued on. His conscience was nudging him and the silence, 'her' silence, was making it worse. He could not explain it but it looked as if he kept on pushing the wrong button in her. "We lost the money. And now here we are inside this stinky room for God knows how long."
Faye crossed her arms on her chest and closed her eyes. She just kept her silence because she knew that if she opened her mouth, they would end up fighting again.
"Come on, Faye," Spike continued on, grinning. "Enough of this no-talk-to- Spike nonsense. Let's kiss and make-up."
Faye snorted.
"It's very dark in here," he said meaningfully. Spike knew that he could get her to talk in less than a minute even if it would make her angry. He just wanted to hear her voice. "And I am feeling 'hot' all ready."
She could not believe her ears. If ever they fought, there was no hitting below the belt. But at that time, Spike was suggesting something that she was not sure she liked at all. Their conversations had never been suggestive since Spike never wanted anything to do with her, aside for the woolongs of the bounties. For him, she was just a sorry bitch with no past and no future therefore deserving no respect at all.
"You really won't talk to me, huh?" Spike whispered. He grinned and banged the wall with his elbow. Then he moaned. "Oh, god, Faye. Ahhh. So good." He kept on moaning and banging the wall.
Faye's eyes narrowed. She knew he did not respect her at all, but to put her in the same boat as the sluts, that was uncalled for. Without thinking, she launched herself at him, knocking him off. "Shut up," she hissed at him.
Spike was caught off-guard. Trapped between her and the floor, he did not move. She was angry, he could tell.
"I am not one of your cheap girls. I tried so hard to be one of you, to be one of the team. But no matter how hard I tried, you still look at me as a bitch. If you can't treat me otherwise, then I'll." Faye trailed off. Her voice was quavering and tears misted her eyes. She got off him and stood. She could not believe her ears. If ever they fought, there was no hitting below the belt. But at that time, Spike was suggesting something that she was not sure she liked at all. Their conversations had never been suggestive since Spike never wanted anything to do with her, aside for the woolongs of the bounties. For him, she was just a sorry bitch with no past and no future therefore deserving no respect at all.
Spike, shocked as he was, stayed sprawled on the floor. Staring up into darkness where he thought she was standing. Her words were sinking in, drowning him. iWhat the hell is she talking about? was all that came into his mind.
It was too much for Faye. She was hot, hungry and hurt. To top it all, it was all the doing of the man she was learning to trust. But she was wrong, it was hard to compete with a dead who was the basis for his kind of woman.
Sighing, Faye banged the door. "Jet! Ed! Let me out or I swear, I'll blow this door open!" she shouted, her voice laced with warning.
"Faye," Spike started, standing up. "I'm--"
"Ed!" Faye shouted again cutting him off, banging at the door.
"Faye, come on," Spike murmured, "I never intended for --"
"Jet! I am counting until three only. You don't want to add this to your list of repairs. One. Two."
The door opened with Jet sighing outside. Spike was able to glimpse at Faye through a stream of light from the outside and did not miss her eyes misting with tears. He never put Faye and emotional in the same sentence before but was proved wrong.
Faye hurriedly went out knocking Jet aside.
"Hey, what the--?" Jet started to protest but he too noticed the sullen face of Faye. He turned his attention to Spike going out of the room. "What the hell did you do to her? Nothing happened? Right?"
Spike sighed. "Leave it, Jet. I am not in the mood. And yes, something happened. I just don't want to talk about it right now," he said in deep tones and headed towards the hanger.
Flabbergasted, Jet's eyes bulged out and his jaw dropped. "But you two have only been there for a couple of minutes. How--? Why--?"
Spike continued on towards the hanger.
"Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?"
"Out. This lunkhead," he said emphasizing the word Faye used to call him, "is going out to cool off and to get us some money. Don't wait up." 'I need a drink and some space, literally, between me and that woman for now,' he thought. The he took off with Swordfish II towards Mars.
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Whew! Finally got this one done... R&R please... How can they resolve their... DIFFERENCES?... Next chapter (hopefully, again, i'll be in the mood to make it)