What a dull saturday it was turning out to be. Mouths were hungry, and bounties needed hunting.
Spike and Jet weren't really up for it, since they did most the work. The woman still hadn't returned, and
Ed was sleeping .
"Does that girl have the metabolism of a cat or what?" asked Jet with a half smile.
No reply from Spike, he was still in his mood, until he finally took off. Thats what he needed, and thats all he
at the time...just space, and his own space. Flying almost aimlessly through the stars in the swordfish II.
Time was different...where Spike was, as well as where his mind was. He wanted to just pass out. He wanted
to leave...but to where?
'go where...and do what...?'
There was no place for him other than in her arms.
'Live..be free'
All he wanted was to get that dream back...
'It'll be like watching a dream...'
He felt..no...it couldnt be. He felt something sting the right side of his cheek. He ignored it. He lied to
himself. He would not show weakness even to his own self. He reached for his reds, but found only one.
He made a stop, closest place was Mars. The last thing Spike wanted on Mars was to be conspicuous.
He hated going to Mars often, as much he never really showed it. It was like going to a broken home every
single time. He always thought about that one day. The uncompassionate look on his parents face, his
brother and sisters hiding their admiration. They couldn't stop him this time. He was 18 now. At 17
when he was still making trouble perhaps, but now, his parents disregarded him. No longer a son. Just
a lost kid.
' My son..a Red Dragon. I've been telling you since he was 14 Ray, he never should have started hanging out
with that boy Vicious...'
'Like we would have known this was going to happen anyways Circe.'
Memories..and all bad ones.
His only comfort were his younger siblings. Joshua, Iris, and Sparrow. He told them all before he left to ignore
their parents, and whatever he said bad about him, that its not true. Spike was always the quiet one.
Anti-social almost, but only with his parents. He'd always been distanced, and always had a closer bond with
Sparrow above all. His sister that was 2 years younger than him, Josh 4 years younger, Iris 5. Sparrow had
those same eyes, and same hair, except hers was longer, and dyed purple.
He hated thinking of home. He hated thinking about going back. It may have been a great thing to see
them all again, but he hadn't seen or spoken with any of them since he had left. For all his family knew,
he could have been dead, and he often prefered things that way.
'Someday I'll come back Sparrow, someday.' he thought to himself. He thought on still about everything.
About how his home was and growing up. His often shit grades, and getting his hands on every joint he
could find. Parties, friends, all that.
'...Why cant the past just die already...'
He flew back to the Bebop, and walked in with that famous look of a cigarette dangling from one corner
of his mouth. He sat a while and rested.
Lyn...why Lyn?
Suddenly he was in his thoughts. Guessing from his family in mind, thats the reason he popped up.
He couldn't have shot his own cousin, he was trained to kill, but the human spirit often latches on to morals,
whether you like it or not. Vicious...the coward...that day back on callisto...Julia..how dare he use her name.
He woke up sleeping Ed, and asked her to find one 'Sparrow Spiegal'. Her name popped up, as well as
a few referances of her whereabouts and number. Spike needed that bond, and he knew that Sparrow
was the only one he could talk to besides Jet. Another female...thats what Spike had needed. Their point of view.
It was sunday. 12.42 pm. He stepped into the payphone, and made himself dial. The phone rang a few
times, and on the 3rd ring, he heard it pick up.
"Hello?" said the voice on the other end. It was her, and Spike knew it, but couldnt bring himself to
speake up , until her 3rd 'hello?'
"umm., yeah, may I speak to a Sparrow Spiegal please?"
"...Speaking..."
"...Hi sparrow...I guess all I really can ask is how are you."
"Who is this?" she asked with much curiosity.
"Sparrow, dont you miss me?"
"...Spike?..." she said, before she nearly dropped the phone, but did end up dropping to the floor
a little.
"I knew you would remember me, how could you ever forget?"
"Always the wise ass, Spike. It sounds almost like you haven't changed"
"Well, I have and I haven't"
"Well, where are you? come!...come visit!" she said, still almost shaky, and shocked .
"I'd love to, besides, we have to have a chat"
"Well no shit there, you've been gone for 9 years or so without a trace or word."
"How does 6.pm sound, 957 Spindelle dr., right?" he asked.
"Sure! or, whenever you want! in fact it would be great if you came right now!"
"Well, give me some time. I still need to wash up now..."
"Oh spike! you honestly think I care if you stink? dont you remember it was you and I who went
to that concert and came home smelling of weed, sweat, and blood from all the jumping and
moving."
She could hear him laughing on the other end of the line.
"Yeah sis, I really miss those days. The truly carefree life of bieng 17. How old were you again?
11, 12...?"
"YOU ASS!" she laughed as she said that "you knew I was 15, and that i didn't really hit a growth spurt until...17, but you were gone alerady..."
"About that..Im so, so sorry, Im in fact impressed that youre actually not yelling at me right now,
or perhaps youre waiting to get me in person to crucify me?" Spike laughed a little.
"Forget the past Spike...as long as youre safe, as long as I know still have a brother."
And Spike simply smiled at the remark, but Sparrow unfortunately couldnt see how genuine it was.
It had been so long since he last smiled like that...
"6 it is, sis."
Spike and Jet weren't really up for it, since they did most the work. The woman still hadn't returned, and
Ed was sleeping .
"Does that girl have the metabolism of a cat or what?" asked Jet with a half smile.
No reply from Spike, he was still in his mood, until he finally took off. Thats what he needed, and thats all he
at the time...just space, and his own space. Flying almost aimlessly through the stars in the swordfish II.
Time was different...where Spike was, as well as where his mind was. He wanted to just pass out. He wanted
to leave...but to where?
'go where...and do what...?'
There was no place for him other than in her arms.
'Live..be free'
All he wanted was to get that dream back...
'It'll be like watching a dream...'
He felt..no...it couldnt be. He felt something sting the right side of his cheek. He ignored it. He lied to
himself. He would not show weakness even to his own self. He reached for his reds, but found only one.
He made a stop, closest place was Mars. The last thing Spike wanted on Mars was to be conspicuous.
He hated going to Mars often, as much he never really showed it. It was like going to a broken home every
single time. He always thought about that one day. The uncompassionate look on his parents face, his
brother and sisters hiding their admiration. They couldn't stop him this time. He was 18 now. At 17
when he was still making trouble perhaps, but now, his parents disregarded him. No longer a son. Just
a lost kid.
' My son..a Red Dragon. I've been telling you since he was 14 Ray, he never should have started hanging out
with that boy Vicious...'
'Like we would have known this was going to happen anyways Circe.'
Memories..and all bad ones.
His only comfort were his younger siblings. Joshua, Iris, and Sparrow. He told them all before he left to ignore
their parents, and whatever he said bad about him, that its not true. Spike was always the quiet one.
Anti-social almost, but only with his parents. He'd always been distanced, and always had a closer bond with
Sparrow above all. His sister that was 2 years younger than him, Josh 4 years younger, Iris 5. Sparrow had
those same eyes, and same hair, except hers was longer, and dyed purple.
He hated thinking of home. He hated thinking about going back. It may have been a great thing to see
them all again, but he hadn't seen or spoken with any of them since he had left. For all his family knew,
he could have been dead, and he often prefered things that way.
'Someday I'll come back Sparrow, someday.' he thought to himself. He thought on still about everything.
About how his home was and growing up. His often shit grades, and getting his hands on every joint he
could find. Parties, friends, all that.
'...Why cant the past just die already...'
He flew back to the Bebop, and walked in with that famous look of a cigarette dangling from one corner
of his mouth. He sat a while and rested.
Lyn...why Lyn?
Suddenly he was in his thoughts. Guessing from his family in mind, thats the reason he popped up.
He couldn't have shot his own cousin, he was trained to kill, but the human spirit often latches on to morals,
whether you like it or not. Vicious...the coward...that day back on callisto...Julia..how dare he use her name.
He woke up sleeping Ed, and asked her to find one 'Sparrow Spiegal'. Her name popped up, as well as
a few referances of her whereabouts and number. Spike needed that bond, and he knew that Sparrow
was the only one he could talk to besides Jet. Another female...thats what Spike had needed. Their point of view.
It was sunday. 12.42 pm. He stepped into the payphone, and made himself dial. The phone rang a few
times, and on the 3rd ring, he heard it pick up.
"Hello?" said the voice on the other end. It was her, and Spike knew it, but couldnt bring himself to
speake up , until her 3rd 'hello?'
"umm., yeah, may I speak to a Sparrow Spiegal please?"
"...Speaking..."
"...Hi sparrow...I guess all I really can ask is how are you."
"Who is this?" she asked with much curiosity.
"Sparrow, dont you miss me?"
"...Spike?..." she said, before she nearly dropped the phone, but did end up dropping to the floor
a little.
"I knew you would remember me, how could you ever forget?"
"Always the wise ass, Spike. It sounds almost like you haven't changed"
"Well, I have and I haven't"
"Well, where are you? come!...come visit!" she said, still almost shaky, and shocked .
"I'd love to, besides, we have to have a chat"
"Well no shit there, you've been gone for 9 years or so without a trace or word."
"How does 6.pm sound, 957 Spindelle dr., right?" he asked.
"Sure! or, whenever you want! in fact it would be great if you came right now!"
"Well, give me some time. I still need to wash up now..."
"Oh spike! you honestly think I care if you stink? dont you remember it was you and I who went
to that concert and came home smelling of weed, sweat, and blood from all the jumping and
moving."
She could hear him laughing on the other end of the line.
"Yeah sis, I really miss those days. The truly carefree life of bieng 17. How old were you again?
11, 12...?"
"YOU ASS!" she laughed as she said that "you knew I was 15, and that i didn't really hit a growth spurt until...17, but you were gone alerady..."
"About that..Im so, so sorry, Im in fact impressed that youre actually not yelling at me right now,
or perhaps youre waiting to get me in person to crucify me?" Spike laughed a little.
"Forget the past Spike...as long as youre safe, as long as I know still have a brother."
And Spike simply smiled at the remark, but Sparrow unfortunately couldnt see how genuine it was.
It had been so long since he last smiled like that...
"6 it is, sis."