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Waltz For Zizi
Session Two: Diggin' My Potato
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Spike woke up, one day later, with the sudden urge to vomit, and so he did, all over the floor. 'Faye is not going to be very happy, and neither is Jet. . . . ' he thought, as he stumbled though the mess, and to the bathroom, where he let the rest of his up-chuck go. 'nice one, Spike,' he thought as he heard Faye scream in anger, as she tried to leave the bedroom.
"WHAT THE HELL! SPIKE, WHEN YOU VOMIT, TURN YOUR FUCKING HEAD!" Faye hollered, dripping with throw up, and Spike tripped out of the bathroom.
"I guess I didn't just barf on the floor," Spike said, in mono tone, as an angry, barfed on Faye rushed to the bathroom to take a good, long shower. Spike pulled out a new pair of clothes, and put them on.
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Jet walked though the hallway that led to the 'lounge' and sniffed the gross-smelling air. "WHAT THE HELL, SPIKE?" the fuzzy haired cowboy heard Jet more sigh, than scream, when Jet looked into the lanky cowboy's room. Spike ran his long fingers in his hair,
"hey, Jet," he greeted the ex-cop, who was currently a color between red, and violet. "uh, sorry 'bout the mess. . . . I'll clean it up." Spike said, not wanting to fight for the first time in a while.
"Damn right your cleaning this shit up, and the smell better be gone, or your out on your ass." Jet said, as he walked into the 'lounge', and spike smirked, knowing Jet wouldn't kick him out.
"but I will clean it up, anyway." He said, as Faye exited the bathroom, towel rapped around her small frame.
"you WILL BE cleaning it up, because I'm currently not, I'm the one who caught your great up- chuck reflex." She informed him, taking the towel out of her hair, while trying to step around the puke, and pulled out a pair of jeans, and a small T-shirt, and Spike left to go find something to clean up his mess with.
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Spike carried the barf-filled bucket into the bathroom, and dumped it into the toilet, and wandered into the kitchen to ask Jet if they were in Pot City yet.
"yes we are." Jet said, before Spike had gotten a chance to say anything, and Spike took his usual place on the yellow couch, next to Faye, who was eating his chips, yet again.
"your done?" Faye asked, as she changed the channel to a talk show.
"there is no need for Venus and Chauzule to start another war! It is just random acts of killing there population! There is nothing going on that they cant talk about!" the brown haired man complained, as a heavy set, blond haired man came to the defense.
"there is conflict between the two planets, but it would NOT BE JUST SENSELESS KILLING!" the man named Dick, said, and slammed his fist down for emphasis, his face as red as a beet.
"well, that's yet to be proven. It's the year 2073, and after the Red Dragons down fall." Faye changed the channel, and Spike just looked at her.
"why did you do that?" Spike asked, as the Bebop landed on Pot City (a planet some 10 light years away from earth), and Jet paid to park in a spot near the end of the lot.
"because we are here." Faye said, as she got up, ready to leave the ship she had spent three months on, with Spike not too far behind. Then, they heard Spike's communicator ring.
"Hello?" Spike answered, still pist that Faye had changed the channel.
"Hello, Spike." The thin man with no hair greeted, causing Spike to nearly choked on the smoke from the already put out cigarette, and continued to stare at the face of his Father's killer. "we have some. . . . UNFINISHED business. And don't play dumb with me. The Red Dragon syndicate was just a ploy, a game for you. I know that the reason you joined was to find and kill me. But that wont happen." Spike just stood there, with unimaginable hate filling inside him, yet again. "and you knew that Vicious was the only one who could kill me. . . . and you KILLED HIM! Don't think that because you killed him, you can kill me. Come find me if you dare, and if you avoid me, pretty Miss. Valentine will get to know me, and EVERYTHING that you did in that syndicate." The guy's eyes flashed, as Spike wanted to tear his head off.
"NATAKU, YOU ASS." Spike shouted, causing Faye to turn around.
"that, I may be, Spike, but don't forget that either you find me, or I find you, and kill everyone you love, and hold dear. I can think of a million and one ways to kill Miss. Valentine, alone. Want to hear some?" Nataku laughed, as he saw the rage in Spike's face, and continued. "I guess not, to bad, but just remember, find me or I will find you, and that will not be a very pretty sight to come home to!" then, Nataku turned off his receiver.
"BASTARED!" Spike screamed, and left Faye wondering what that was all about, as Spike went to find Jet.
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"let me get this straight. This dude, Nataku, said that if you didn't find him, he would find you, and kill us." Jet stated, as he lit up. "and he didn't tell you where he was, or give you any clues?" Jet asked.
"well, I know he is here, in Pot City, because he used a by polar signal only found in this regain. But he blocked where his call was coming from." Spike said, as he exhaled smoke.
"so, are you going to tell her?" Jet asked, as he took another puff. "I mean, Faye does have a right to know, and she is pretty useful, I hate to admit."
"yea, I'll tell her, when she needs to know." Spike said, as he killed his cigarette, and walked into Faye.
"so, Spike, when is a good time to tell me that some crazy psycho killer plans on killing you, and me, huh? WHEN THE FUCK WOULD THERE BE A BETTER TIME TO TELL ME? WHEN HE IS SLICING YOUR THROAT?" Faye asked, as she put her pistol in her side holder, covered by her jacket.
"Faye, this is MY SITUATION! I CAN HANDLE. . . . " but Faye cut him off.
"your not talking me out of it. I am helping. Now excuse me, I need to buy more bullets. I only have 20 left." Faye said, as she patted her Glock 30, and headed out the bebop, for the second time that day.
"I told you,---" Jet begun, but Spike quickly cut him off.
"don't say 'I told you so', Jet." Spike said, and exited the bebop, and went after Faye, who was 50 feet away.
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Faye stopped, and waited for Spike to catch up. "I think I deserve to know what the hell is going on. Why does this Nataku want to kill you?" Faye pleaded.
"everyone seems to want to kill me, at the moment." Was all Spike said, as he walked down the busy street, and headed into a store that that GUNS on the front, Faye right behind him, knowing he ignored her question.
'I will ask him later.' She thought, as she pushed a lock of purple hair behind her shoulders, and entered the store, not aware of the person staring at her from afar.
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Spike and Faye exited the GUNS 50 minutes, with 20 or so extra guns, and about 1000 bullets that was placed in a duffel bag, and they continued their walk back to the Bebop.
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the man that had followed Spike and Faye watched them leave the GUNS store around 50 minutes later, and he brushed past them, and entered the store.
"MR. ASMAL! Good to see you again." The store keeper greeted, knowing his old friend was on a job, he continued. "what do you need?"
"who was that couple that just walked in here?" the gray haired man asked, as he looked at the glass cases that held the many guns that were on sale, and some riffles were hung up on the walls along with raccoons.
"kind of scary, how much they are into there guns. They bought me out of some of the best ones I owned." The store owner said, as he pulled his graying hair out of his face.
"listen old man, I want to know what types of guns they bought, Nataku ordered it." The man said, as he watched the old man's wrinkled face twist in horror.
"Na-Nataku?" he stuttered, as he rushed to get some paper, and a pencil, and wrote the gun types down.
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"well, you two are sure on the road to kill," Jet said, as Faye and Spike loaded all of there guns. "3 P.P.U.S, 7 revolvers, 5 time bombs, and 5 pistols. Your going to blow the place up." Jet snickered, and went back to watering his Bonsai.
"ooooooooooo Ed wants a gunnnnny-gun-gun!" Ed said, as she watched Faye put hers in several places.
"Ed, no one would give you a gun, you have to be, uh, 17!" Faye lied, causing Ed to scrunch her nose.
"Silly Faye-Faye! No its not, on this planet its 13, and I'm 15! Yay!" Ed said, as she picked up a gun, and Faye's eyes grew big, and she sweat dropped.
"no, Ed! We are on a 'mission', and we need your help locating someone." Spike said, as Ed's smile dropped a little bit.
"ok, ok. Ed goes and will set up the cameras." Ed said, glumly, as Ein trailed behind her, in hopes of more eggs.
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Spikes communicator rang again. "hello, again, I remember that I forgot you clue!" Nataku smiled at his forgetfulness, "but I hate clues, so I will just tell you. Meet me in 10 days at the tallest church chapel. That's where we will duel, and, come alone."
"fine, asshole." Spike said, then turned off his communicator, and looked at Faye, who smiled.
"I'll be right behind you." Faye said, as she walked into the kitchen to fix herself a sandwich. . . . .
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HEY! Thank you all for your reviews! This ch. Should be pretty long. (took me 5 hours U.U# ^.^) please read and review, and another ch. Will be up soon as possible, THANKS FOR READING!
ADIEU!
DISCLAMER: YOU KNOW THE DRILL. I DON'T OWN, SO YOU DON'T SUE . . . ALL I HAVE IS A CD OF CB, THAT'S IT!
Waltz For Zizi
Session Two: Diggin' My Potato
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Spike woke up, one day later, with the sudden urge to vomit, and so he did, all over the floor. 'Faye is not going to be very happy, and neither is Jet. . . . ' he thought, as he stumbled though the mess, and to the bathroom, where he let the rest of his up-chuck go. 'nice one, Spike,' he thought as he heard Faye scream in anger, as she tried to leave the bedroom.
"WHAT THE HELL! SPIKE, WHEN YOU VOMIT, TURN YOUR FUCKING HEAD!" Faye hollered, dripping with throw up, and Spike tripped out of the bathroom.
"I guess I didn't just barf on the floor," Spike said, in mono tone, as an angry, barfed on Faye rushed to the bathroom to take a good, long shower. Spike pulled out a new pair of clothes, and put them on.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jet walked though the hallway that led to the 'lounge' and sniffed the gross-smelling air. "WHAT THE HELL, SPIKE?" the fuzzy haired cowboy heard Jet more sigh, than scream, when Jet looked into the lanky cowboy's room. Spike ran his long fingers in his hair,
"hey, Jet," he greeted the ex-cop, who was currently a color between red, and violet. "uh, sorry 'bout the mess. . . . I'll clean it up." Spike said, not wanting to fight for the first time in a while.
"Damn right your cleaning this shit up, and the smell better be gone, or your out on your ass." Jet said, as he walked into the 'lounge', and spike smirked, knowing Jet wouldn't kick him out.
"but I will clean it up, anyway." He said, as Faye exited the bathroom, towel rapped around her small frame.
"you WILL BE cleaning it up, because I'm currently not, I'm the one who caught your great up- chuck reflex." She informed him, taking the towel out of her hair, while trying to step around the puke, and pulled out a pair of jeans, and a small T-shirt, and Spike left to go find something to clean up his mess with.
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Spike carried the barf-filled bucket into the bathroom, and dumped it into the toilet, and wandered into the kitchen to ask Jet if they were in Pot City yet.
"yes we are." Jet said, before Spike had gotten a chance to say anything, and Spike took his usual place on the yellow couch, next to Faye, who was eating his chips, yet again.
"your done?" Faye asked, as she changed the channel to a talk show.
"there is no need for Venus and Chauzule to start another war! It is just random acts of killing there population! There is nothing going on that they cant talk about!" the brown haired man complained, as a heavy set, blond haired man came to the defense.
"there is conflict between the two planets, but it would NOT BE JUST SENSELESS KILLING!" the man named Dick, said, and slammed his fist down for emphasis, his face as red as a beet.
"well, that's yet to be proven. It's the year 2073, and after the Red Dragons down fall." Faye changed the channel, and Spike just looked at her.
"why did you do that?" Spike asked, as the Bebop landed on Pot City (a planet some 10 light years away from earth), and Jet paid to park in a spot near the end of the lot.
"because we are here." Faye said, as she got up, ready to leave the ship she had spent three months on, with Spike not too far behind. Then, they heard Spike's communicator ring.
"Hello?" Spike answered, still pist that Faye had changed the channel.
"Hello, Spike." The thin man with no hair greeted, causing Spike to nearly choked on the smoke from the already put out cigarette, and continued to stare at the face of his Father's killer. "we have some. . . . UNFINISHED business. And don't play dumb with me. The Red Dragon syndicate was just a ploy, a game for you. I know that the reason you joined was to find and kill me. But that wont happen." Spike just stood there, with unimaginable hate filling inside him, yet again. "and you knew that Vicious was the only one who could kill me. . . . and you KILLED HIM! Don't think that because you killed him, you can kill me. Come find me if you dare, and if you avoid me, pretty Miss. Valentine will get to know me, and EVERYTHING that you did in that syndicate." The guy's eyes flashed, as Spike wanted to tear his head off.
"NATAKU, YOU ASS." Spike shouted, causing Faye to turn around.
"that, I may be, Spike, but don't forget that either you find me, or I find you, and kill everyone you love, and hold dear. I can think of a million and one ways to kill Miss. Valentine, alone. Want to hear some?" Nataku laughed, as he saw the rage in Spike's face, and continued. "I guess not, to bad, but just remember, find me or I will find you, and that will not be a very pretty sight to come home to!" then, Nataku turned off his receiver.
"BASTARED!" Spike screamed, and left Faye wondering what that was all about, as Spike went to find Jet.
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"let me get this straight. This dude, Nataku, said that if you didn't find him, he would find you, and kill us." Jet stated, as he lit up. "and he didn't tell you where he was, or give you any clues?" Jet asked.
"well, I know he is here, in Pot City, because he used a by polar signal only found in this regain. But he blocked where his call was coming from." Spike said, as he exhaled smoke.
"so, are you going to tell her?" Jet asked, as he took another puff. "I mean, Faye does have a right to know, and she is pretty useful, I hate to admit."
"yea, I'll tell her, when she needs to know." Spike said, as he killed his cigarette, and walked into Faye.
"so, Spike, when is a good time to tell me that some crazy psycho killer plans on killing you, and me, huh? WHEN THE FUCK WOULD THERE BE A BETTER TIME TO TELL ME? WHEN HE IS SLICING YOUR THROAT?" Faye asked, as she put her pistol in her side holder, covered by her jacket.
"Faye, this is MY SITUATION! I CAN HANDLE. . . . " but Faye cut him off.
"your not talking me out of it. I am helping. Now excuse me, I need to buy more bullets. I only have 20 left." Faye said, as she patted her Glock 30, and headed out the bebop, for the second time that day.
"I told you,---" Jet begun, but Spike quickly cut him off.
"don't say 'I told you so', Jet." Spike said, and exited the bebop, and went after Faye, who was 50 feet away.
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Faye stopped, and waited for Spike to catch up. "I think I deserve to know what the hell is going on. Why does this Nataku want to kill you?" Faye pleaded.
"everyone seems to want to kill me, at the moment." Was all Spike said, as he walked down the busy street, and headed into a store that that GUNS on the front, Faye right behind him, knowing he ignored her question.
'I will ask him later.' She thought, as she pushed a lock of purple hair behind her shoulders, and entered the store, not aware of the person staring at her from afar.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Spike and Faye exited the GUNS 50 minutes, with 20 or so extra guns, and about 1000 bullets that was placed in a duffel bag, and they continued their walk back to the Bebop.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
the man that had followed Spike and Faye watched them leave the GUNS store around 50 minutes later, and he brushed past them, and entered the store.
"MR. ASMAL! Good to see you again." The store keeper greeted, knowing his old friend was on a job, he continued. "what do you need?"
"who was that couple that just walked in here?" the gray haired man asked, as he looked at the glass cases that held the many guns that were on sale, and some riffles were hung up on the walls along with raccoons.
"kind of scary, how much they are into there guns. They bought me out of some of the best ones I owned." The store owner said, as he pulled his graying hair out of his face.
"listen old man, I want to know what types of guns they bought, Nataku ordered it." The man said, as he watched the old man's wrinkled face twist in horror.
"Na-Nataku?" he stuttered, as he rushed to get some paper, and a pencil, and wrote the gun types down.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"well, you two are sure on the road to kill," Jet said, as Faye and Spike loaded all of there guns. "3 P.P.U.S, 7 revolvers, 5 time bombs, and 5 pistols. Your going to blow the place up." Jet snickered, and went back to watering his Bonsai.
"ooooooooooo Ed wants a gunnnnny-gun-gun!" Ed said, as she watched Faye put hers in several places.
"Ed, no one would give you a gun, you have to be, uh, 17!" Faye lied, causing Ed to scrunch her nose.
"Silly Faye-Faye! No its not, on this planet its 13, and I'm 15! Yay!" Ed said, as she picked up a gun, and Faye's eyes grew big, and she sweat dropped.
"no, Ed! We are on a 'mission', and we need your help locating someone." Spike said, as Ed's smile dropped a little bit.
"ok, ok. Ed goes and will set up the cameras." Ed said, glumly, as Ein trailed behind her, in hopes of more eggs.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Spikes communicator rang again. "hello, again, I remember that I forgot you clue!" Nataku smiled at his forgetfulness, "but I hate clues, so I will just tell you. Meet me in 10 days at the tallest church chapel. That's where we will duel, and, come alone."
"fine, asshole." Spike said, then turned off his communicator, and looked at Faye, who smiled.
"I'll be right behind you." Faye said, as she walked into the kitchen to fix herself a sandwich. . . . .
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HEY! Thank you all for your reviews! This ch. Should be pretty long. (took me 5 hours U.U# ^.^) please read and review, and another ch. Will be up soon as possible, THANKS FOR READING!
ADIEU!