We see a similar green faded bus, like the one at the beginning of last
chapter. It stops by the entrance to the docks, depositing two men, a
woman, a child, and a dog. They stand there in dramatic poses as they let
the dust settle down. The sun was beginning to set, causing an orangish
glow on the water. It was pretty. Jet led the way down the pier.
"So.where is our home again?"
"I've told you before Spike, we live on the Bebop." Faye's arms were crossed and she was slightly irritated because Spike had wanted to play the question game the whole ride back.
"Whoa!" Spike pointed at a rather large and aged ship. "Look at that piece of junk! Boy I'd really hate to be living on that ship. The B..E..B.O.oh." He glanced at Jet who had turned around to face him. His face looked rather angry. Spike put his hands up in an apologizing gesture, that could also be quickly turned into a defense maneuver.
"I meant to say, it's a lovely ship, and envy the people who get to live on it. Oh wait, you said we were living on the Bebop, I feel so lucky!" He side stepped Jet and boarded the ship. Jet shot a look at Faye, who also put her hands up, mimicking Spike.
"Hey, don't look at me." Ed jumped past them onto the ship, and Faye quickly followed, not wanting to be alone with an angry Jet.
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"Ok, here we are," Jet said, as they stood in the little sitting area.
"It's roomy," Spike said, placing his hands behind his head.
"Do you remember it?" Faye asked eagerly.
"Uh.well.." Spike walked around the room, as Jet and Faye held their breaths.
"No actually, I don't remember a thing." (Ok, you know how when anime characters are surprised, or whatever they fall on the floor? Well, Faye and Jet did that, if that made any sense at all()
"well, let me give you a quick tour then, and see if we can't spark some flashbacks or something," Jet began to walk down one of the hallways, and Spike followed obediently.
"This is Faye's room, don't go in there if you can avoid it."
"Ah, booby traps." Jet stared at Spike, hoping that he wasn't serious.
"No, Spike, not booby traps. It's more like a bear's den. You go in there, she'll know you've been there, and she'll hunt you down."
"Ok." Spike smiled childishly at Jet, giving him a thumbs up.
"Please don't do that, you're scaring me." Spike stopped smiling, and they continued on.
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"This is the kitchen."
"This is where Ed spends most of her time hacking into things."
"And this, this is my room," Jet said proudly.
"Uh, Jet?"
"Yes Spike, what now?"
"You have little trees growing in your room."
"I know, they're called bonsai trees, they're one of my hobbies."
"They're so small."
"You're point being?"
"They're just so cute." Jet stared blankly at Spike. again.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that."
"Jet?"
"Yes?!" Jet was beginning to get a little more than irritated, it was like having another child on the ship.
"Don't dogs like trees?"
"What do dogs have to do with my trees?"
"Well, I mean, we have Ein on the ship," Jet nodded.
"Yes Spike."
"Well, where does he relieve himself?"
"How the hell would I know, and why are you asking such strange questions?"
"I'm just curious. I mean, when we're out in space, you can't just let him outside to do his business, he'd die." Jet stared, again, blankly at Spike. "I'm just saying, you should keep an eye on your trees." With that he put his hands behind his head, and went whistling down the hall.
"Oh." He turned back to Jet, "One last question."
"Shoot."
"Where's my room?" Spike looked at Jet. Jet was looking at the ceiling trying to remember where Spike's room was.
"It's uh.uh.come to think of it.you don't have a room."
"What?! I don't get a room?!"
"You've never complained before."
"Yeah, but before I must have been crazy!"
"And you aren't now?" Jet muttered under his breath.
"What did you say?"
"I said don't have a cow."
"Where do I sleep?"
"On the couch, where else?" Spike looked down at his feet, he looked as if he was angry, but when he looked up he had a ridiculous smile on his face.
"Well I guess it's only fair for me to get the couch. I mean, old guys like you need their rest, and Faye needs her beauty sleep, so I guess I can survive on the couch."
"What was that about beauty sleep?!" Faye asked angrily from behind Spike. Spike smiled at her and began to whistle. He walked away from them, leaving Jet and Faye to stare angrily at each other.
"You know Jet, if he doesn't start acting nicer. I'M GOING TO FINISH WHAT VICIOUS STARTED!" Jet just laughed at her, and smiled all knowingly.
"Oh come on Faye, he's our friend after all."
"Shut up!" She stalked angrily off. "If you need me all be in my room!"
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All right Journal, Spike is back, but not the Spike that I know. He's different. The doctor said he has amnesia brought on by the trauma he went through, but still. I wish he would remember me. He's just, so , not himself, you know? He acts like a little child, more so than usual, and he won't stop asking questions. I just get so irritated with him, because I feel as if he should know all of this, and that he's just playing with our minds, but he wouldn't do that to us.
One good thing about his memory loss though, is that he doesn't remember Julia, but then he doesn't remember me either so I can't really do anything. What am I saying, I would never take advantage of him like that. Sorry, I guess I'm just working out some of my frustration.
It's just scary seeing someone you are about not remember you or anything else for that matter. I want to help him, but then again I don't want to scare him away. It's just a very hard time for all of us. I think that once he gets his memory back, I'm going to tell him how I feel, before he runs off and tries to get himself killed again. Maybe if he knew someone loved him, he wouldn't be so eager to end his life anymore.
I want the better part of my last dream to become a reality, I want him to hold me. Is that so weird a thing for me to ask for. I mean I know I'm trying to be tough and all, but sometimes, even the strongest people need to cry. I want him to be there for me, as I will be there for him, but wanting and doing are two completely different things. It's so easy for me to make these promises to you journal, you know, the promise that I'm going to tell him how I feel, because there's no possible way you can see that I do it. Maybe that's why I use this journal, because I know you have no way to criticize me, or tell me what to do.
Maybe I do need someone to tell me what to do, but who do I ask for advice? Jet will just laugh at me, Ed won't understand, and Ein can't talk. So, I'm stuck. I guess in the end, it's going to come down to choosing a life with him or a life without him. I guess when the time comes I'll have to choose, but if I tell him how I feel then the decision is his to make, and what if he doesn't want me? Could I really live with myself after pouring my heart out to the one person I actually saw myself living happily with, until the end of time? If he said no, I'd probably go look for someway to get myself killed. The worst thing he could say would be no, and I don't think I could live with that. I'm just so confused right now, probably more confused than he is.
Love is a very strange emotion. At one moment, you feel as if you're on top of the world, and nothing can get you down, because he's there, but then at other times you feel as if you don't deserve him, or you're not good enough for him, and everything is black and cold. You know I think admitting your feelings is probably the hardest step. It's just that I'm too scared to take the plunge into that abyss they call love. How will I know that he'll catch me? I guess it's all about trust. But then he could still say no, and try to let you down in a nice way, but you'd still feel like shit, and you'd feel stupid because you gave something to the other person that you thought was the best gift you could ever give, and they just threw it away like it was nothing important. You know, when I met Julia, I could see why he, or any other man would fall for her. I felt so small and insecure about myself, but then I thought that, as long as he was happy, I could be happy too. I'd just live somewhere alone. The great Faye Valentine, alone for life, wouldn't that have shocked the world?
You know, this journal thing is really helping. I should do this more often, maybe then I wouldn't be so moody because I wouldn't be carrying such an emotional burden around with me. I wonder why someone covered up Spike being alive. The Red Dragon Syndicate is practically none existent after what Spike did to it, so why would they say he was dead. I mean I guess it's better for us, because there still could be people out to get him, but who would do such a thing? I think I'll go talk to Jet. Goodbye Journal.
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Faye rolled off her bed and went out to search for Jet. She found him sitting on the couch smoking a cigar.
"Hey Jet." Faye looked around. "Where's Spike?" Jet shrugged.
"I left him with Ed. I was getting sick of all his questions." Faye nodded and took a seat on the opposite couch.
"Jet.I've been thinking."
"Uh-oh. This can't be good."
"Knock it off, Jet, I'm serious."
"So what's been bothering you?"
"Well, I was just thinking how the news reporters all said Spike was dead."
"Yeah."
"Well he obviously isn't dead, but I was wondering why someone would lie to the reporters." Faye grabbed a cigarette and lit it. She took a deep breath. "I was just curious."
"Hmm. Maybe we should look into that." Jet said as Faye let out a puff of smoke.
"Yeah, and maybe we can get a break from child Spike."
"Yeah. .Huh?" Faye and Jet both heard the sound of someone running through the ship. Spike appeared with a small red squirt gun, and quickly ran behind the couch. Faye shot a questioning look at Jet, Jet just shrugged.
"Spike what are you doing?"
"Shush woman, this is a combat situation!" He growled at her, Faye stared at him blankly and turned back towards Jet.
"So Jet.I'm thinking we should start soon, I don't know how much more of this I can ta..take." Faye's attention switched to Ed who had just entered the room. She was creeping against the wall, holding a green squirt gun. Spike popped up from behind the couch.
"DIE!" he said, shooting his squirt gun at Ed. Ed squealed and jumped onto the table. Faye was caught in the crossfire. Ed dropped a purple gun as she moved to get Spike out from behind the couch. Laughing the whole time, Ed chased Spike out of the room, Jet followed them with his eyes. He chuckled to himself and turned back to Faye.
"Oh!" Faye was sitting there with a mad look on her face. Her hair was dripping with water, smoke came slowly from her extinguished, and drenched cigarette.
"Now now, Faye, they were just playing." She stood up and placed her cigarette calmly on the table. She picked up the purple gun. Jet looked at her, kind of frightened with how she was going to react.
"This means war!" Faye, with a determined look on her face, walked out of the room in the direction that Spike and Ed had gone, dripping the whole way. Jet shook his head as he heard their playful screams and laughter echoing through the ship.
"Kids." He said and continued smoking his cigar.
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Ok, it's me again. I don't know if this one was funny or not, but I tried. If you have any tips on how to make anything better, I open to suggestions, I just.. might not take them. Just Kidding! Jeesh, sometimes you people are so serious. Well, bye for now and happy reading!
"So.where is our home again?"
"I've told you before Spike, we live on the Bebop." Faye's arms were crossed and she was slightly irritated because Spike had wanted to play the question game the whole ride back.
"Whoa!" Spike pointed at a rather large and aged ship. "Look at that piece of junk! Boy I'd really hate to be living on that ship. The B..E..B.O.oh." He glanced at Jet who had turned around to face him. His face looked rather angry. Spike put his hands up in an apologizing gesture, that could also be quickly turned into a defense maneuver.
"I meant to say, it's a lovely ship, and envy the people who get to live on it. Oh wait, you said we were living on the Bebop, I feel so lucky!" He side stepped Jet and boarded the ship. Jet shot a look at Faye, who also put her hands up, mimicking Spike.
"Hey, don't look at me." Ed jumped past them onto the ship, and Faye quickly followed, not wanting to be alone with an angry Jet.
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"Ok, here we are," Jet said, as they stood in the little sitting area.
"It's roomy," Spike said, placing his hands behind his head.
"Do you remember it?" Faye asked eagerly.
"Uh.well.." Spike walked around the room, as Jet and Faye held their breaths.
"No actually, I don't remember a thing." (Ok, you know how when anime characters are surprised, or whatever they fall on the floor? Well, Faye and Jet did that, if that made any sense at all()
"well, let me give you a quick tour then, and see if we can't spark some flashbacks or something," Jet began to walk down one of the hallways, and Spike followed obediently.
"This is Faye's room, don't go in there if you can avoid it."
"Ah, booby traps." Jet stared at Spike, hoping that he wasn't serious.
"No, Spike, not booby traps. It's more like a bear's den. You go in there, she'll know you've been there, and she'll hunt you down."
"Ok." Spike smiled childishly at Jet, giving him a thumbs up.
"Please don't do that, you're scaring me." Spike stopped smiling, and they continued on.
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"This is the kitchen."
"This is where Ed spends most of her time hacking into things."
"And this, this is my room," Jet said proudly.
"Uh, Jet?"
"Yes Spike, what now?"
"You have little trees growing in your room."
"I know, they're called bonsai trees, they're one of my hobbies."
"They're so small."
"You're point being?"
"They're just so cute." Jet stared blankly at Spike. again.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that."
"Jet?"
"Yes?!" Jet was beginning to get a little more than irritated, it was like having another child on the ship.
"Don't dogs like trees?"
"What do dogs have to do with my trees?"
"Well, I mean, we have Ein on the ship," Jet nodded.
"Yes Spike."
"Well, where does he relieve himself?"
"How the hell would I know, and why are you asking such strange questions?"
"I'm just curious. I mean, when we're out in space, you can't just let him outside to do his business, he'd die." Jet stared, again, blankly at Spike. "I'm just saying, you should keep an eye on your trees." With that he put his hands behind his head, and went whistling down the hall.
"Oh." He turned back to Jet, "One last question."
"Shoot."
"Where's my room?" Spike looked at Jet. Jet was looking at the ceiling trying to remember where Spike's room was.
"It's uh.uh.come to think of it.you don't have a room."
"What?! I don't get a room?!"
"You've never complained before."
"Yeah, but before I must have been crazy!"
"And you aren't now?" Jet muttered under his breath.
"What did you say?"
"I said don't have a cow."
"Where do I sleep?"
"On the couch, where else?" Spike looked down at his feet, he looked as if he was angry, but when he looked up he had a ridiculous smile on his face.
"Well I guess it's only fair for me to get the couch. I mean, old guys like you need their rest, and Faye needs her beauty sleep, so I guess I can survive on the couch."
"What was that about beauty sleep?!" Faye asked angrily from behind Spike. Spike smiled at her and began to whistle. He walked away from them, leaving Jet and Faye to stare angrily at each other.
"You know Jet, if he doesn't start acting nicer. I'M GOING TO FINISH WHAT VICIOUS STARTED!" Jet just laughed at her, and smiled all knowingly.
"Oh come on Faye, he's our friend after all."
"Shut up!" She stalked angrily off. "If you need me all be in my room!"
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All right Journal, Spike is back, but not the Spike that I know. He's different. The doctor said he has amnesia brought on by the trauma he went through, but still. I wish he would remember me. He's just, so , not himself, you know? He acts like a little child, more so than usual, and he won't stop asking questions. I just get so irritated with him, because I feel as if he should know all of this, and that he's just playing with our minds, but he wouldn't do that to us.
One good thing about his memory loss though, is that he doesn't remember Julia, but then he doesn't remember me either so I can't really do anything. What am I saying, I would never take advantage of him like that. Sorry, I guess I'm just working out some of my frustration.
It's just scary seeing someone you are about not remember you or anything else for that matter. I want to help him, but then again I don't want to scare him away. It's just a very hard time for all of us. I think that once he gets his memory back, I'm going to tell him how I feel, before he runs off and tries to get himself killed again. Maybe if he knew someone loved him, he wouldn't be so eager to end his life anymore.
I want the better part of my last dream to become a reality, I want him to hold me. Is that so weird a thing for me to ask for. I mean I know I'm trying to be tough and all, but sometimes, even the strongest people need to cry. I want him to be there for me, as I will be there for him, but wanting and doing are two completely different things. It's so easy for me to make these promises to you journal, you know, the promise that I'm going to tell him how I feel, because there's no possible way you can see that I do it. Maybe that's why I use this journal, because I know you have no way to criticize me, or tell me what to do.
Maybe I do need someone to tell me what to do, but who do I ask for advice? Jet will just laugh at me, Ed won't understand, and Ein can't talk. So, I'm stuck. I guess in the end, it's going to come down to choosing a life with him or a life without him. I guess when the time comes I'll have to choose, but if I tell him how I feel then the decision is his to make, and what if he doesn't want me? Could I really live with myself after pouring my heart out to the one person I actually saw myself living happily with, until the end of time? If he said no, I'd probably go look for someway to get myself killed. The worst thing he could say would be no, and I don't think I could live with that. I'm just so confused right now, probably more confused than he is.
Love is a very strange emotion. At one moment, you feel as if you're on top of the world, and nothing can get you down, because he's there, but then at other times you feel as if you don't deserve him, or you're not good enough for him, and everything is black and cold. You know I think admitting your feelings is probably the hardest step. It's just that I'm too scared to take the plunge into that abyss they call love. How will I know that he'll catch me? I guess it's all about trust. But then he could still say no, and try to let you down in a nice way, but you'd still feel like shit, and you'd feel stupid because you gave something to the other person that you thought was the best gift you could ever give, and they just threw it away like it was nothing important. You know, when I met Julia, I could see why he, or any other man would fall for her. I felt so small and insecure about myself, but then I thought that, as long as he was happy, I could be happy too. I'd just live somewhere alone. The great Faye Valentine, alone for life, wouldn't that have shocked the world?
You know, this journal thing is really helping. I should do this more often, maybe then I wouldn't be so moody because I wouldn't be carrying such an emotional burden around with me. I wonder why someone covered up Spike being alive. The Red Dragon Syndicate is practically none existent after what Spike did to it, so why would they say he was dead. I mean I guess it's better for us, because there still could be people out to get him, but who would do such a thing? I think I'll go talk to Jet. Goodbye Journal.
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Faye rolled off her bed and went out to search for Jet. She found him sitting on the couch smoking a cigar.
"Hey Jet." Faye looked around. "Where's Spike?" Jet shrugged.
"I left him with Ed. I was getting sick of all his questions." Faye nodded and took a seat on the opposite couch.
"Jet.I've been thinking."
"Uh-oh. This can't be good."
"Knock it off, Jet, I'm serious."
"So what's been bothering you?"
"Well, I was just thinking how the news reporters all said Spike was dead."
"Yeah."
"Well he obviously isn't dead, but I was wondering why someone would lie to the reporters." Faye grabbed a cigarette and lit it. She took a deep breath. "I was just curious."
"Hmm. Maybe we should look into that." Jet said as Faye let out a puff of smoke.
"Yeah, and maybe we can get a break from child Spike."
"Yeah. .Huh?" Faye and Jet both heard the sound of someone running through the ship. Spike appeared with a small red squirt gun, and quickly ran behind the couch. Faye shot a questioning look at Jet, Jet just shrugged.
"Spike what are you doing?"
"Shush woman, this is a combat situation!" He growled at her, Faye stared at him blankly and turned back towards Jet.
"So Jet.I'm thinking we should start soon, I don't know how much more of this I can ta..take." Faye's attention switched to Ed who had just entered the room. She was creeping against the wall, holding a green squirt gun. Spike popped up from behind the couch.
"DIE!" he said, shooting his squirt gun at Ed. Ed squealed and jumped onto the table. Faye was caught in the crossfire. Ed dropped a purple gun as she moved to get Spike out from behind the couch. Laughing the whole time, Ed chased Spike out of the room, Jet followed them with his eyes. He chuckled to himself and turned back to Faye.
"Oh!" Faye was sitting there with a mad look on her face. Her hair was dripping with water, smoke came slowly from her extinguished, and drenched cigarette.
"Now now, Faye, they were just playing." She stood up and placed her cigarette calmly on the table. She picked up the purple gun. Jet looked at her, kind of frightened with how she was going to react.
"This means war!" Faye, with a determined look on her face, walked out of the room in the direction that Spike and Ed had gone, dripping the whole way. Jet shook his head as he heard their playful screams and laughter echoing through the ship.
"Kids." He said and continued smoking his cigar.
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Ok, it's me again. I don't know if this one was funny or not, but I tried. If you have any tips on how to make anything better, I open to suggestions, I just.. might not take them. Just Kidding! Jeesh, sometimes you people are so serious. Well, bye for now and happy reading!