{XD Aww...ty for the reviews! Ty for the tips too, Falstaff! ^_^ I'll work on those, hai! Ty-ty-ty. O_o;; i'm a Jet/Faye. DON'T KILL ME! *sob sob*
I forgot the disclaimer last chapter.
Disclaimerx2: I dun own Cowboy Bebop.
I dun own Cowboy Bebop or anything else. ;.;
The two lyrics at the very beginning of the first chapter are from "Adieu" for those who don't know. It's Julia's song. ^_^}
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Jet swerved by the dully-glinting streets of Mars inside the Hammerhead, smirking from the sallow hue of the glass afront the cockpit. Wind blasted out from directly below the landing space of the enormous tanned ship, causing some people nearby to tumble into the sidewalk painfully. Spike, however, stood on his two feet, the only person unfazed by the sudden explosion that was the landing of Jet's ship. His hair only twirled slightly over his eyes, which were crinkled in the closest thing to a smile--not even a smirk was there. He was rather surprised at the lack of the people with "space feet," and was rather disappointed. It was as if the world had suddenly grown weaker in his absence. The hatch lowered to reveal a tanned metal board with lines engraved in a stripe motion, creative yellow sparks as it scraped the road. The sparks splashed into a nearby puddle.
-It was raining that day as well. . .-
Spike shuddered unconciously and walked towards the hatch, his trained feet making no sound against the pavement. His hands sat uneasily in his pockets as his feet made a "clop-clop" sound against the cold steel. The hatch shrunk back into place behind him with a metallic grinding sound as he walked slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. An unseen bandage was wrapped around his muscled, compact abdomen. He bore a long scar where they had attempted to fix his organs and sew him up. Jet turned around with a slight crackle in his piloting seat.
"Hurry up, Spike. Don't want the hatch to rust, you know." said Jet in a bantering tone, as if poking his nerves. Spike hesitantly looked up to match Jet's brown eyes and smirked--a kind of hollow smirk that didn't quite meet his depressed eyes. Jet's mouth cupped into a miniscule "o" for a short moment, but quickly widened into a smirk. He did take note of this, however, and motioned towards a seat next to him.
"What kind of a greeting is that?" replied Spike in the same tone, albeit not quite. His casual manner seemed to have dispersed ever so slightly. Jet grinned despite himself as Spike jumped into the seat in a smooth, flowing tilting motion with a single hand. Jet pulled on a lever the the Hammerhead sped off into the distance of the stars. After a moment of flying towards a tiny speck on the radar that Jet indicated was the Bebop, Spike asked casually, "I saw Ed, Ein, and Faye in the background when I called." Jet's grin shrunk into a sort of happy smirk.
"Well, Ed's father and his cohort were arrested shortly after they apparently 'set off' to look for him. Disturbing the peace." Jet said, his hands piloting expertly as if he didn't even have to look where he was going. "Ed and Ein came back after a while. Ed didn't seem too depressed. . .she still has the hologram, though, and still looks at it a lot." Spike put a cigarette in his mouth and looked slightly to his left, not noticing it wasn't lit. He stared at the black oblivion with stars dotting every inch of the sky without a trace of interest. "Faye was here since you left. . .payed off some of her debt, there were less people to feed and more money to spare." Spike nodded absentmindedly, unaware of most that was going on. Images flashed by from Hyperspace, stars sped by in an almost blinding fashion. . .
"We're here." Those two words snapped Spike out of his daze. He looked up with a "huh?" sound, as if to prove to Jet that he really was daydreaming. Jet smiled again, his face creased and lined from age. He placed his metal arm on the cockpit and pushed himself up with a clunk, walking towards the inside of the Bebop. Spike followed, still looking around as if this place was new.
Jet clicked a few white buttons upon a keypad with his index finger and stood back as the door slid open with a "shwit" sound. The cold, dark hallway greeted them with the dripping of water echoing through the black. They stepped on the grated floor with lights flashing at the sides as if signaling for them to proceed and stared at the moving walls. The entrance to the main quarters appeared before them and they promptly entered.
Same old, same old. The same dull black, almost bluish-black tinge to the walls and floor, a small yellow table down the short steps, surrounded by two orange sofas made of a leather material. A single light and fan hovered in the middle of the room, shining smugly upon the ones below it. Jet trotted down the steps, followed by Spike. Nothing much new, anyway. Spike's eyes crinkled again as he scrambled down the steps. Faye's slender legs stuck out of the side of the opposite sofa, apparently almost bare--she was probably in the same outfit. As he neared to sofa, he realized she wasn't at all.
Her violet hair was combed back completely and shimmering as if it were styled with gel. Her outfit was certainly almost the same as it was before his leave of absence, except a darker shade of emerald green. Her jacket was the color of her hair: a beautiful purple hue. It was actually over her shoulders as well, tied at the front-bottom ends with a knot. She was drinking a bottle of orange juice and staring at the ceiling boredly. Spike's eyes crinkled, and a smirk tugged away at his lips. He bent over the sofa in a rather strange greeting.
"Boo."
"AARRGGHH!" Faye leapt up in panic, some orange juice splashing onto her lap as she did. Spike withheld a yelp and leaned backwards so Faye wouldn't hit him in the face. She rubbed her forehead irritably. Spike chuckled only slightly--and that, too, was hollow, yet Faye was less observant then the leader of the Bebop crew, and glared at the fluffy-haired menace. A smirk crept onto her pink, moist lips, and she began to chuckle too. Ein trotted silently to their sides, tongue hanging out curiously. He growled as Faye stood up, nearly crushing his poor stub of a tail, and trotted off in a huff. Ed spotted Ein trotting away from the couch and rolled over to Spike with a broad grin on her face.
"Spike-person~! Are you back from the d-d-dead?! Is Spi-Spi a zombie~?!" Ed waggled her fingers in an attempt to act spooky, speaking in a low voice to add comical effect. Suddenly, she latched onto Spike's leg, wrapping nearly twice around due to her twig-like figure. "Ed missed you! But home you are, and dinner we shall have!" Spike stared at her in slight bewilderment and smirked.
"Get off, you." he said coolly, shaking his leg slightly causing Ed to fall off. However, she recovered rapidly and crept into the kitchen, just in time to hear the scratchy voice of Jet announce the readiness of dinner. "Dinner, dinner, QING-JIAO-ROU-SI~!" sang Ed cheerfully, Ein trotting, nails clicking against the hard steel, close behind. Faye stood up nonchalantly, and, as if Spike hadn't even left, walked casually to the kitchen. Spike took one last glance around before heading in.
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A figure clothed in black stood in the shadows of the blank streets, face nor features availible for show. A gust raised the flap of the jacket, creating a dramatic flowing event. Every motion seemed fluidly smooth: every step flowed into each other gracefully as the shadowy figure walked. Within the pale moonlight, the small glint of the reflection upon a small gun could be identified, however slightly. It was a peaceful, wet night: perhaps the perfect scenery for a strange event.
Close to a small corner-shop at the side, a young man--no older then 14--dashed out of the glass door, something poking out of his jacket. He seemed to be running away from something, looking back over his shoulder every now and then. And then, the boy crossed the path of the figure unknowingly. The boy stumbled into the person and looked up.
"Watch where you're--" He stopped rather abruptly at the strange glower of the figure's eyes. Blue eyes loomed down at the boy, creating the slight illusion of a flash of light. As if with no whites, all glow. It was...no less then eerie. The boy stepped backwards, then suddenly fell to the ground as a loud bang filled the silence. A strand of blonde hair slowly floated to the ground as, with small clip-clops, the figure trotted away...
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"So, what's up?" asked Spike in one of his more cheerful voices, looking up as he picked up a bell pepper with a pair of chopsticks. Jet paused and looked up from his meal, as if somewhat -pained- to hear the voice. Of course, it was because he hadn't heard that voice in such a "short eternity". Jet smiled weakly, which then triggered a broad grin.
"Not much. . ." Jet said. Spike continued to eat calmly, but there was some sort of doubt mixed in his mind. Something was being hidden from him, something they didn't want him to know.
CHOMP, CHOMP, SPACE COWBOY
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{XD Wow...what a lame ending!}
I forgot the disclaimer last chapter.
Disclaimerx2: I dun own Cowboy Bebop.
I dun own Cowboy Bebop or anything else. ;.;
The two lyrics at the very beginning of the first chapter are from "Adieu" for those who don't know. It's Julia's song. ^_^}
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Jet swerved by the dully-glinting streets of Mars inside the Hammerhead, smirking from the sallow hue of the glass afront the cockpit. Wind blasted out from directly below the landing space of the enormous tanned ship, causing some people nearby to tumble into the sidewalk painfully. Spike, however, stood on his two feet, the only person unfazed by the sudden explosion that was the landing of Jet's ship. His hair only twirled slightly over his eyes, which were crinkled in the closest thing to a smile--not even a smirk was there. He was rather surprised at the lack of the people with "space feet," and was rather disappointed. It was as if the world had suddenly grown weaker in his absence. The hatch lowered to reveal a tanned metal board with lines engraved in a stripe motion, creative yellow sparks as it scraped the road. The sparks splashed into a nearby puddle.
-It was raining that day as well. . .-
Spike shuddered unconciously and walked towards the hatch, his trained feet making no sound against the pavement. His hands sat uneasily in his pockets as his feet made a "clop-clop" sound against the cold steel. The hatch shrunk back into place behind him with a metallic grinding sound as he walked slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. An unseen bandage was wrapped around his muscled, compact abdomen. He bore a long scar where they had attempted to fix his organs and sew him up. Jet turned around with a slight crackle in his piloting seat.
"Hurry up, Spike. Don't want the hatch to rust, you know." said Jet in a bantering tone, as if poking his nerves. Spike hesitantly looked up to match Jet's brown eyes and smirked--a kind of hollow smirk that didn't quite meet his depressed eyes. Jet's mouth cupped into a miniscule "o" for a short moment, but quickly widened into a smirk. He did take note of this, however, and motioned towards a seat next to him.
"What kind of a greeting is that?" replied Spike in the same tone, albeit not quite. His casual manner seemed to have dispersed ever so slightly. Jet grinned despite himself as Spike jumped into the seat in a smooth, flowing tilting motion with a single hand. Jet pulled on a lever the the Hammerhead sped off into the distance of the stars. After a moment of flying towards a tiny speck on the radar that Jet indicated was the Bebop, Spike asked casually, "I saw Ed, Ein, and Faye in the background when I called." Jet's grin shrunk into a sort of happy smirk.
"Well, Ed's father and his cohort were arrested shortly after they apparently 'set off' to look for him. Disturbing the peace." Jet said, his hands piloting expertly as if he didn't even have to look where he was going. "Ed and Ein came back after a while. Ed didn't seem too depressed. . .she still has the hologram, though, and still looks at it a lot." Spike put a cigarette in his mouth and looked slightly to his left, not noticing it wasn't lit. He stared at the black oblivion with stars dotting every inch of the sky without a trace of interest. "Faye was here since you left. . .payed off some of her debt, there were less people to feed and more money to spare." Spike nodded absentmindedly, unaware of most that was going on. Images flashed by from Hyperspace, stars sped by in an almost blinding fashion. . .
"We're here." Those two words snapped Spike out of his daze. He looked up with a "huh?" sound, as if to prove to Jet that he really was daydreaming. Jet smiled again, his face creased and lined from age. He placed his metal arm on the cockpit and pushed himself up with a clunk, walking towards the inside of the Bebop. Spike followed, still looking around as if this place was new.
Jet clicked a few white buttons upon a keypad with his index finger and stood back as the door slid open with a "shwit" sound. The cold, dark hallway greeted them with the dripping of water echoing through the black. They stepped on the grated floor with lights flashing at the sides as if signaling for them to proceed and stared at the moving walls. The entrance to the main quarters appeared before them and they promptly entered.
Same old, same old. The same dull black, almost bluish-black tinge to the walls and floor, a small yellow table down the short steps, surrounded by two orange sofas made of a leather material. A single light and fan hovered in the middle of the room, shining smugly upon the ones below it. Jet trotted down the steps, followed by Spike. Nothing much new, anyway. Spike's eyes crinkled again as he scrambled down the steps. Faye's slender legs stuck out of the side of the opposite sofa, apparently almost bare--she was probably in the same outfit. As he neared to sofa, he realized she wasn't at all.
Her violet hair was combed back completely and shimmering as if it were styled with gel. Her outfit was certainly almost the same as it was before his leave of absence, except a darker shade of emerald green. Her jacket was the color of her hair: a beautiful purple hue. It was actually over her shoulders as well, tied at the front-bottom ends with a knot. She was drinking a bottle of orange juice and staring at the ceiling boredly. Spike's eyes crinkled, and a smirk tugged away at his lips. He bent over the sofa in a rather strange greeting.
"Boo."
"AARRGGHH!" Faye leapt up in panic, some orange juice splashing onto her lap as she did. Spike withheld a yelp and leaned backwards so Faye wouldn't hit him in the face. She rubbed her forehead irritably. Spike chuckled only slightly--and that, too, was hollow, yet Faye was less observant then the leader of the Bebop crew, and glared at the fluffy-haired menace. A smirk crept onto her pink, moist lips, and she began to chuckle too. Ein trotted silently to their sides, tongue hanging out curiously. He growled as Faye stood up, nearly crushing his poor stub of a tail, and trotted off in a huff. Ed spotted Ein trotting away from the couch and rolled over to Spike with a broad grin on her face.
"Spike-person~! Are you back from the d-d-dead?! Is Spi-Spi a zombie~?!" Ed waggled her fingers in an attempt to act spooky, speaking in a low voice to add comical effect. Suddenly, she latched onto Spike's leg, wrapping nearly twice around due to her twig-like figure. "Ed missed you! But home you are, and dinner we shall have!" Spike stared at her in slight bewilderment and smirked.
"Get off, you." he said coolly, shaking his leg slightly causing Ed to fall off. However, she recovered rapidly and crept into the kitchen, just in time to hear the scratchy voice of Jet announce the readiness of dinner. "Dinner, dinner, QING-JIAO-ROU-SI~!" sang Ed cheerfully, Ein trotting, nails clicking against the hard steel, close behind. Faye stood up nonchalantly, and, as if Spike hadn't even left, walked casually to the kitchen. Spike took one last glance around before heading in.
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A figure clothed in black stood in the shadows of the blank streets, face nor features availible for show. A gust raised the flap of the jacket, creating a dramatic flowing event. Every motion seemed fluidly smooth: every step flowed into each other gracefully as the shadowy figure walked. Within the pale moonlight, the small glint of the reflection upon a small gun could be identified, however slightly. It was a peaceful, wet night: perhaps the perfect scenery for a strange event.
Close to a small corner-shop at the side, a young man--no older then 14--dashed out of the glass door, something poking out of his jacket. He seemed to be running away from something, looking back over his shoulder every now and then. And then, the boy crossed the path of the figure unknowingly. The boy stumbled into the person and looked up.
"Watch where you're--" He stopped rather abruptly at the strange glower of the figure's eyes. Blue eyes loomed down at the boy, creating the slight illusion of a flash of light. As if with no whites, all glow. It was...no less then eerie. The boy stepped backwards, then suddenly fell to the ground as a loud bang filled the silence. A strand of blonde hair slowly floated to the ground as, with small clip-clops, the figure trotted away...
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"So, what's up?" asked Spike in one of his more cheerful voices, looking up as he picked up a bell pepper with a pair of chopsticks. Jet paused and looked up from his meal, as if somewhat -pained- to hear the voice. Of course, it was because he hadn't heard that voice in such a "short eternity". Jet smiled weakly, which then triggered a broad grin.
"Not much. . ." Jet said. Spike continued to eat calmly, but there was some sort of doubt mixed in his mind. Something was being hidden from him, something they didn't want him to know.
CHOMP, CHOMP, SPACE COWBOY
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{XD Wow...what a lame ending!}