Six months...
Had it really been that long since Spike's fight? Or was it just a dream? Was day really night?
Was night really day? Was there every really a difference between day and night? Jet Black didn't
think so.
"Damn, Spike. Why'd you go and get yourself knocked up?" Jet mumbled to himself quiet, angry.
The slow beeps of medical machines whirled around in his mind, slow deafining him.
Six months I've been here...
Had Ed really gone back to Earth? Yes, she had. Something about finding where she belonged.
"Hadn't she belonged to us?"
Where Faye was, Jet had no clue. The day after Spike left, she was out of the Bebop. Her excuse:
"I've got some business to take care of."
Jet shook his head in disgust, "Business my ass."
The room was a blur to him. He didn't notice the faded rose-covered wallpaper, or the painting
of a seascape on the left. He wasn't interested about the counter of cotton balls, nor the needle
box, almost unhinged, weakly clinging to the wall. No, there were only two things that grabbed
his attention. The figure laying still, and strangely, the picture of a muddy puddle above the
rickety hospital bed. Jet closed his eyes and sighed wondering if Spike would ever come to, he
also wondered how the were going to pay for the hospital bills.
"Damn it's always something" he muttered arms crossed sternly accross his chest. A slight stir
brought his attention back to the room he sat in.
"Spike?"
"Jet..." Spike croaked hoarsly, his eyes halfway open.
"Spike how are you feeling?" Jet leaned forward, thanking whatever god there was that his friend
was alive.
"Where am I Jet?"
"you're in the hospital" He sat back, "And damn lucky that Vicious didn't finish you off" he
nearly growled in a father-like tone. Spike's face took a form of anger.
"He didn't survive did he?"
Jet ran his metalic robotic hand over his smooth head, "No, he's gone for good. The men he left
behind are either fighting amongst themselves or taking up jobs as mercenaries. This might be
the end of the Red Dragon Clan..."
"That's good..." Spike said quietly his eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep again. A tall
man entered the room, removing his green tinted glasses before looking at Spike's sleeping form.
"How's he doing?" The Man asked slipping his glasses into his worn red trenchcoat.
"He just woke up, went back to sleep as you came in"
"Great, should we tell the doctors?"
Jet laughed placing his hands on his knees as he rose from the chair, "No, let's wait for him to
come around a bit more then we'll sneak him out of here. That bill was enormous."
"heh, that's just like you Jet"
"So what have you heard from the clan Setsuna"
Setsuna turned his back to the foot of Spike's bed, "They have a new leader, I beleive his name
is Seto, or something along the lines of that."
Jet nodded before looking at Spike then shrugged, "well, we had better go for the night, you can
tell me more on the way back"
With that they both left the room shutting the door with a creak and a soft click. Spike's head
raised off of the pillow a slight smirk on his face.
"Seto? That brings back memories..."
Had it really been that long since Spike's fight? Or was it just a dream? Was day really night?
Was night really day? Was there every really a difference between day and night? Jet Black didn't
think so.
"Damn, Spike. Why'd you go and get yourself knocked up?" Jet mumbled to himself quiet, angry.
The slow beeps of medical machines whirled around in his mind, slow deafining him.
Six months I've been here...
Had Ed really gone back to Earth? Yes, she had. Something about finding where she belonged.
"Hadn't she belonged to us?"
Where Faye was, Jet had no clue. The day after Spike left, she was out of the Bebop. Her excuse:
"I've got some business to take care of."
Jet shook his head in disgust, "Business my ass."
The room was a blur to him. He didn't notice the faded rose-covered wallpaper, or the painting
of a seascape on the left. He wasn't interested about the counter of cotton balls, nor the needle
box, almost unhinged, weakly clinging to the wall. No, there were only two things that grabbed
his attention. The figure laying still, and strangely, the picture of a muddy puddle above the
rickety hospital bed. Jet closed his eyes and sighed wondering if Spike would ever come to, he
also wondered how the were going to pay for the hospital bills.
"Damn it's always something" he muttered arms crossed sternly accross his chest. A slight stir
brought his attention back to the room he sat in.
"Spike?"
"Jet..." Spike croaked hoarsly, his eyes halfway open.
"Spike how are you feeling?" Jet leaned forward, thanking whatever god there was that his friend
was alive.
"Where am I Jet?"
"you're in the hospital" He sat back, "And damn lucky that Vicious didn't finish you off" he
nearly growled in a father-like tone. Spike's face took a form of anger.
"He didn't survive did he?"
Jet ran his metalic robotic hand over his smooth head, "No, he's gone for good. The men he left
behind are either fighting amongst themselves or taking up jobs as mercenaries. This might be
the end of the Red Dragon Clan..."
"That's good..." Spike said quietly his eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep again. A tall
man entered the room, removing his green tinted glasses before looking at Spike's sleeping form.
"How's he doing?" The Man asked slipping his glasses into his worn red trenchcoat.
"He just woke up, went back to sleep as you came in"
"Great, should we tell the doctors?"
Jet laughed placing his hands on his knees as he rose from the chair, "No, let's wait for him to
come around a bit more then we'll sneak him out of here. That bill was enormous."
"heh, that's just like you Jet"
"So what have you heard from the clan Setsuna"
Setsuna turned his back to the foot of Spike's bed, "They have a new leader, I beleive his name
is Seto, or something along the lines of that."
Jet nodded before looking at Spike then shrugged, "well, we had better go for the night, you can
tell me more on the way back"
With that they both left the room shutting the door with a creak and a soft click. Spike's head
raised off of the pillow a slight smirk on his face.
"Seto? That brings back memories..."