Disclaimer – Stop looking at me. Just because there is a cheese tyrant living on my head doesn't mean…
Overall Content – A little suspense, weirdness (Duh, the story's about Ed mostly), POV changes, some betrayal, lurking shadows, heavy sarcasm, and some other stuff. Maybe fluff. *eats the fluff*
Chapter Content – Sorry I took so long and such. School and some personal probs came up. This one is a little out of the normal, well, whatever's considered normal for this fic anyway. Longer paragraphs this time. More action. Faye's POV.
Dancing in the Dark
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Chapter 6
Do The Spanish Disco
And so she had arrived, this little pale skinned elf had followed Edward home… or something.
I didn't know where she had found her, and maybe I didn't want to know. But I was wondering when she would leave. Having to deal with Edward was hard enough, but Edward and her clone would surely make the blood pressure on this ship pop. Jet had hidden in his room for the past hour. I sniggered at the thought. Edward sure did put fear in men. But Ed had seemed to grow on Spike and Jet. To Jet she seemed to be the daughter her never had, though his fantasy child was probably not as eccentric, but she was a suitable replacement for what was never there. To Spike she was perhaps a younger sister, though I didn't know anything about his past or his family. His family could've been derived straight from Arsenic and Old Lace, and he had been the only normal one, then Edward would've been the perfect little sister. But Blue, however, had a lot more to get used to. Knowing the guys, they'd probably kick her out as soon as they could. After all, she was one more mouth to feed and another kid to get under your feet while you were out getting your freelance income. Ed, the loving little kid that she was, would get into the ship's controls and steer us to Mars, where the guys wouldn't have the heart to just abandon the blue-eyed girl. I shouldn't expect to wake up on Earth in the morning.
I glanced over at her. There was a reason why she was named Blue, though I didn't know it, it was her wardrobe that was probably partly to blame. She wore a denim jacket over a sky-blue "wifebeater" style undershirt and she had indigo stained pants that flared out beginning at the knees. Just like Ed, she was barefoot, though I think she arrived with a pair of plastic sandals, ones that a kid could buy in the bargain bin of a dollar store. She also carried a greasy old backpack, with a strange logo on it. I should've known that the Blue that Edward had went on about was a friend of hers, not like EMPU, the relic satellite she had managed to save from a fate of loneliness. No, Blue was different. How different, though, had yet to be discovered. She constantly danced around, singing in Spanish to a tune with no regular beat. Sizing this new kid up, I estimated her age to be maybe… fifteen? She looked a little older than Ed did, a little taller too. Her chest was starting to bloom, which was highly noticeable against her slender waist. I wondered if she had a mother, or even someone to care for her. Maybe she had no one, and didn't belong, like Ed was when we found her, er, when she found us. I just shrugged and went back to drying my hair. I left the room to get a hairbrush and change into some clothes.
When I returned, clothed in some shirt I stole from Spike's laundry and a pair of soft shorts, she was dancing around the room, little black curls dancing around her ears. Her hair was now pulled back with a blue ribbon. But that wasn't the problem…
"El camarónes está bailando! Ponga los huevos y el arroz en el congelador! Bailaremos!" she sang out as she danced, clapping her hands to the rhythm inside her head. The tiny beads on her bracelet were clinking together as she did this. "I wish you would sing in English if anything," Spike grumbled, closing his eyes. Blue stopped dancing and looked at Spike. She then walked over to him, leaning in close to his face. He opened one eye to look at her. She poked his cheek with her index finger. "Empujaré un melón en su pelo," she said, poking him again. "Oh be quiet, munchkin," he said, closing his eye again. Blue shrugged and pulled away from Spike. Then she twirled swiftly, like a ballerina, lowering herself closer to the ground with each rotation. Then she plopped herself on the floor, still spinning a little. She stopped herself and turned back to Ed, who was connecting her goggles to Tomato. "Hook up Skittles as well, BA-lue," Ed chirped. Blue crawled over to where her bag lay, then she opened it and pulled out a sleek black case, which bore multi-colored circles that were inscribed with white letter S's in the middle. It also had a sticker of a tan midget creature with a gem at its navel and hair that stood straight in the air.
They sat there for a little while, surfing the net I supposed, their heads kicking and swerving to the side every so often.
Then Ed took off her goggles and tapped Blue's shoulder.
"Edward wants to show Blue something. Come with Ed?" she said, picking up her laptop. Blue nodded and stood up. Then they left, Ed doing cartwheels as they went while Blue followed close behind, humming her strange Spanish tune.
The lounge, for the first time in nearly an hour, was quiet.
Weird…
The silence had to be broken sometime. "I hate kids." Spike said. He didn't look up, just kept staring at the floor. I smirked. "You know, Blue doesn't look that young. She looks about fifteen to me, but I may be wrong. You can never tell a woman's age, ya know," I said and widened my smirk. Spike just rolled his eyes heavenward. I pulled a pack of cigarettes from between my breasts. I carted them, slamming the end against the broad part of my palm, then pulled one out then lit it with a transparent gas-station brand lighter that had been next to the cigarette pack. I pulled in the smoke, then exhaled, another thought coming to my mind.
"Ya know, since she's older," I spoke with the cancer-stick held at the edge of my mouth, "You might have to deal with a certain thing once a month."
"Certain thing? What thing?"
Men are such idiots. Spike is my living proof.
"Oh, you don't know? It's called PMS, Spike."
Spike looked at me a moment, scanning my face to see if I was just mocking him.
"That's it," he said, apparently disappointed in our new cargo, "She's leaving."
I laughed. Men are easy to tease as much as they are idiots. "Oh but Spike," I poured out sweetly, "if you make her leave, then you will upset Ed. Then Hannibal will be at the gates of Rome."
"But Hannibal lost that battle. The Empire's army defeated what little was left of his forces. All because the man overthought the process that he presumed would be the Romans' downfall."
Oh, so he knows his history, does he?
"But this isn't the wrath of Hannibal that you should fear," I said, standing up to leave, "It's Ed's wrath." I wagged a finger at him. "Never underestimate your enemy once fire has been unleashed upon them." I turned. From behind me, he grunted.
My exit of the lounge to my room was interrupted, however, by two teenage forms scrambling down the hall towards the lounge, proud grins set into their cheeks. Edward was running oddly, and then I noticed Blue's laptop perched upon the top of her head, wobbling back and forth in Ed's effort to keep it balanced. Blue was behind her, trying to keep up, as her cerulean-tinted goggled were still attached to the computer.
"Lookie! Lookie, Faye-Faye!! Look at what Ed and Blue have foounnnd!" she said in her sing-song voice and then grinned, same smile setting upon her companion's face as well. I squinted at the screen. Edward became impatient as I tried to read the screen that flickered every so often. "Would you stand still a second?" I grumbled, putting my cigarette between my lips and trying to hold Edward still by the shoulders. When the screen stopped moving and flickering, I actually looked at it more closely.
The man on the screen was nothing short of grizzly and downright filthy. His eyes were narrowed, but not directed towards the camera that had taken his picture. His eyes were odd though. Silver and the pupils were strange…
Like a cat's eyes.
Then I read the name and the cash numbers beside it.
Cat Eyed Gregory.
50,000,000.
The numbers were quite hefty, but would fit nicely into my account, or onto a few sheets of paper as scratches of pen at the horse races. A grin slid onto my face. "Ed… Blue…" I cooed softly so that Spike wouldn't hear me, "Do you two want to take a ride in the Redtail and hang out with me for a while? I'll give you something good if you help me while we're out. What do you say?" I leaned down to their height, looking them both in the eyes.
"YES!!"
Their voices rang out in loud unison down the halls and across the lounge before I could throw my hands over their mouths. I threw a quick glance over at Spike, who had, due to my lack of luck, looked up to see what was going on wit the two sprites.
"What are you doing?"
I shuffled Ed behind me quickly, hoping that Spike's good eyes wouldn't catch the numbers or the picture of the bountyhead. I smiled at him.
"I'm taking them shopping. Girl's stuff and all that, ya know… "
"Oh, well, get me something while you're out."
He wanted something from a feminine shopping trip? Then I realized that he didn't understand that part, or his masculine ears refused to hear it. I frowned. Not only would I be going after bounty, I would also be shopping for Spike. Yeah, right. The day I shop for a man, let alone Spike, is the day that Hell freezes over and the demons start serving Sno-Kones to the angels.
"Like what, your highness?" I scoffed and put my hands on my hips. From my position, I could see his shoulders move upwards as he shrugged. "I dunno," he said, "Just bring me back something. A souvenir." He threw a glance at Edward.
I sneered at this. Fine, he was getting some of those weird orange Circus Peanut things they sell on Earth.
"Whatever," I said, waving him off with one hand and ushering the two girls out in front of me with the other, quite a job when the newcomer is trying to wave at Spike, grinning, and speaking to him in Spanish with a fluent tongue.
When we reached the hangar, I opened the fence and the girls skipped inside. While I took my time, Ed rushed to the Redtail and hopped up to the hatch in one bound, ready for me to open the door and let her inside. "Edward and Blue will get something good!" she began chattering as she swung from the handle, kicking her feet as she did. Blue clapped her hands happily at Ed's words. Then she did a few handsprings towards my ship. However, she didn't begin swinging like some sort of monkey when she got there. Rather, she stood outside the ship, seeming to admire the machine. Edward saw it as well. She stopped dangling and looked at her friend.
"What is the matter with Blue?"
"I am thinking."
"'Bout Little Cat?"
Blue nodded her head. Edward became solemn, an emotion I had never truly seen cling to her. She looked at the ship's silver paint, at the guns and the rest, all with a quiet mouth and eyes that may not have been seeing my ship, but maybe something plucked from a memory before the Bebop.
I approached the ship and opened the door. Once again, Ed claimed her hyper mood. She let out a squeal and jumped inside, Blue following in step. The duo managed to crowd behind the pilot seat. I turned to them. "Hey guys, I'm going to do something before we go shopping and stuff, k?" I said to them. Ed's golden eyes filled with happiness and she cheeped with excited. "Yes! Yes! Edward is going!" she sang out, throwing her arms up in the air. "Eddie, where are you going?" Blue asked, cocking her head to the side. Ed grinned and made guns out of her hands by extending her index finger and thumb straight into the air. "Cowgirl Ed is going to bust some bad guys!" she replied, her voice gruff. I smiled. The little girl was cute.
"Bang! Bang-bang!"
She started shooting randomly in the air. "Edward will help Faye-Faye catch mean ol' bountyhead! Right, Faye-Faye?" she said, twisting around as much as she could. I nodded and then put the key into the ignition.
"Hold onto your headgear, kids," I said, holding onto the controls as the ship was released into the open air of Earth.
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Message keeps getting clearer
Radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face…
Next Dance: Funky Chicken Tango
This was nice…
Sorry if I get a bit sentimental. Lately, it's been my second nature. And I stole Cat Eyed Gregory from an RPG that I'm in. I couldn't think of any other names that could fit anything that I wanted. I hope you don't mind all that much, Emerald… AKA Spike's-lady-friend-person!
And sorry if this is a bit short. Also, there's going to be more Faye stuff. I'll also include a few Ed chapters.
Spanish Translations:
"El camarónes está bailando! Ponga los huevos y el arroz en el congelador! Bailaremos!" = The shrimp are dancing! Put the eggs and rice in the freezer! We will dance!
"Empujaré un melón en su pelo" = I will shove a melon into your hair
I'll warn you that Blue is going to speak some Spanish… and, scary as it may seem, Edward is going to join her. I will translate at the end of each chapter. Also, if you don't know already, I always include the character in charge of the Point Of View in the content part up top, so be sure to read those or you might be a lil bit confused ^_~
I also have a warning: This will get serious later on, as all sessions go.
You have been warned.
And I'd like to thank all the people who reviewed my story!! I love you guys!