So, it was set. After years, he was finally going to go see family. A couple of
people he had met through the years he confessed to that his family was dead,
or he just plain didn't have one. Even his confident, Jet, had not a clue what his
background was, other than the whole Julia/Vicious scenario, and he didn't
even have full grasp of that.
It was about 4. pm, and he just sat in his room, dying cigarette hanging out of
his mouth, and an ashtray full of butts. He got up to look in the mirror, to see
the person Sparrow would be seeing for the first time in years. He didnt bother
with his hair, since it always puffed up the same no matter what. His hair was
untamed like him, and it fit so well with his persona.
6.35 pm. Fashionably late, in his terms. He strolled nonchalantly up the
drive, and rang the doorbell. The door opened, and Before him, stood a 26 year old,
with long purple hair, but still had that flaired wild sense to it, like his own. She
hardly ever wore make up, except for the small amount of mascara, and
barely noticeable eyeliner. She had some old vintage blue jeans on, an open
red flannel, and white tanktop. A smile also spread widely across her face.
she flung her arms wildly around him, still shorter than him as she always was,
but then again, Spike was 6'2.
"Oh my god..." she said, tear almost in her eyes, but he was the one who
always taught her to never cry, that it made her a stronger person. But this
was one of those moments where he was willing to dismiss that notion.
She brought him inside, and he plopped down on the edge of one of her green
couches. For a while, she just stared at him, not bieng able to speak until his
voice cracked the uncomfortable silence.
"You never get tired of purple, do you?" he asked, with that umistakable
Spike smile. She laughed a little, and just smiled at him.
"I dont know how to begin Spike, so I guess I'll start with the simplest
question...how are you?"
"Well, I'm not sure to tell you the truth, and the reason is almost three years
in the making. Quite a story" He sipped the drink she served him. "Dont
you have anything srtonger than this?" he asked, raising his glass of pink
lemonade to her.
"Do you prefer Hawaiian punch, perhaps?" she giggled. "I'm only joking.
How about some tequila then?"
He only smiled at her, didnt even need to nod. When she returned with the
drinks, she was in an almost too inquisitive mood, but didnt want to upset him.
"So..." she started "what is this 'story of your life'? The last thing you told,
which was years ago, and I stress years ago, was when you were running
with the Red Dragons, and their little syndicate. Still talking to Vicious?"
She saw his face turn a little, but this was Sparrow, something he left
practically nothing from, so she wasn't one he was going to leave perplexed,
besides, one of the reasons he had came was to talk to her. He needed it, and
she sensed that.
"Vicious..." he started "where to begin...hmm, well, understand that this was
some years ago. True, once upon a time we were the best of friends, fought back
to back together, and never let one another down. Over the years we had seen
some of the most brutal fights, and almost did go out in the glory of hazing bullets
on a couple of occasions...and you never would have thought that a woman of
all things would be the one to change us."
"Spike," said Sparrow, "a woman? of all things...you men...leave everything on the
line when theres a chic around." she smirked. Spike understood from her point
of view how that must have sounded, and disregarded her smart ass remark,
and was willing to give her time to understand why it was so.
"Well Sparrow...have you ever met a person who made you feel so alive, that you
really thought you could fly? That you could dream freely with? who you
were just so attuned with? I could go on forever, but its kinda hard to describe
certain perfections. I dont mean her by looks wise either, true, she was beautiful,
but I never would have even imagined sleeping with her if she was the bitch some
people are, and even try to be..."
"Well then..." said Sparrow "I shall ask you of no more description. I never have
found a soul like the one which you describe, but I can imagine."
"Well, her name was Julia... her name could still be Julia, but I doubt-
"Then why are you still looking for her?" asked Sparrow. She gave him a look
that in turn, he gave a look, which didn't completely confess, and gave some shock.
"How would you know that?" he finally asked.
"Spike, you act as if I dont know you. Are you kidding me? I know for sure
there are only a few things in this life that keeps you driven to live, and I know
by the way you so describe her, that she's one of the few things keeping you here.
I'm not dumb Spike, I can see it in your eyes. You wish Love was only a fairy-tale,
that you wish it was an emotion we could easily shut down. That scares you, cause
you know that you just cant, and I know you, its hard for you of all people to let
some of the past go, if you want to admit it or not. I know the feeling, believe me.
But I have faith in you, and complete faith that you will see this woman again.
I'll even help you if you like. I've always been there to back you up, and I'm not gonna let
your dream fade, and I dont want this woman to just be a part of the rest of the
shades of the past. Dont let her become a ghost Spike, find her. "
He wanted to hug her, he needed that, so he did, and thanked her for that support,
as uneeded to him as it was. Over the t.v. dinner, and a few more drinks, he got
alot out, and gave explanations where explanations were asked. She still was
on the fringe of finishing almost every one of his sentences, as she always had been.
It was getting late, and he was getting very tired. She took him to her room, and
unfolded the purple blankets, and he drifted almost too swiftly into his dreams.
He woke up to the smell of cigarettes, and eggs. He woke up to food, and that was
one of the best feelings he had had in a while, besides releasing some pent up stories,
and all the rest of the explanations. He had also woken up in one of her old Megadeth
t-shirts.
"Well brother, I know you only too well...so I'll leave the decision up to you whether
or not you want me calling up Iris and Josh. True, I'm sure that theye'd be dying to see
you, not that I've mentioned your return to them sometime, but I also understand that
you probably dont want some old memories springing back up. The choice is yours,
I hope you just make the right one."
"To be honest Sparrow, I came mainly to talk to you, not really anyone else. Perhaps
another day I'll be up for a family visit. Maybe later even, just not now...especially since
it's still so early." He said, sheilding his eyes from the beaming in sun.
"Well, I understand completely." She replied.
"When was the last time you've been in space, Sparrow?" he asked.
"Space?" She perplexed." some years ago...Just out of highschool, a nice little trip to
Ganymede, and I had been wanting to see the 'snow' on Venus for some time. Why?"
"Come with me" he smiled at her.
He had her squeeze somewhere inside the now seemingly tiny ship, and slowly
started to take off. He knew she had never been the fond type for flying, so he tried to
keep her mind distracted, and told her the story about how they found a dog named Ein.
Soon enough, they had reached the Bebop, and she had stepped out for not only
2 seconds, when her eyes met a pair of big yellow ones.
"HELLO! OLLA! WILKOMEN!" shouted the short red head. Sparrow backed up a
little right into Spike, and didnt really know what to do. Spike told Ed to get down, and
she jumped off, and ran into the other room screaming something.
people he had met through the years he confessed to that his family was dead,
or he just plain didn't have one. Even his confident, Jet, had not a clue what his
background was, other than the whole Julia/Vicious scenario, and he didn't
even have full grasp of that.
It was about 4. pm, and he just sat in his room, dying cigarette hanging out of
his mouth, and an ashtray full of butts. He got up to look in the mirror, to see
the person Sparrow would be seeing for the first time in years. He didnt bother
with his hair, since it always puffed up the same no matter what. His hair was
untamed like him, and it fit so well with his persona.
6.35 pm. Fashionably late, in his terms. He strolled nonchalantly up the
drive, and rang the doorbell. The door opened, and Before him, stood a 26 year old,
with long purple hair, but still had that flaired wild sense to it, like his own. She
hardly ever wore make up, except for the small amount of mascara, and
barely noticeable eyeliner. She had some old vintage blue jeans on, an open
red flannel, and white tanktop. A smile also spread widely across her face.
she flung her arms wildly around him, still shorter than him as she always was,
but then again, Spike was 6'2.
"Oh my god..." she said, tear almost in her eyes, but he was the one who
always taught her to never cry, that it made her a stronger person. But this
was one of those moments where he was willing to dismiss that notion.
She brought him inside, and he plopped down on the edge of one of her green
couches. For a while, she just stared at him, not bieng able to speak until his
voice cracked the uncomfortable silence.
"You never get tired of purple, do you?" he asked, with that umistakable
Spike smile. She laughed a little, and just smiled at him.
"I dont know how to begin Spike, so I guess I'll start with the simplest
question...how are you?"
"Well, I'm not sure to tell you the truth, and the reason is almost three years
in the making. Quite a story" He sipped the drink she served him. "Dont
you have anything srtonger than this?" he asked, raising his glass of pink
lemonade to her.
"Do you prefer Hawaiian punch, perhaps?" she giggled. "I'm only joking.
How about some tequila then?"
He only smiled at her, didnt even need to nod. When she returned with the
drinks, she was in an almost too inquisitive mood, but didnt want to upset him.
"So..." she started "what is this 'story of your life'? The last thing you told,
which was years ago, and I stress years ago, was when you were running
with the Red Dragons, and their little syndicate. Still talking to Vicious?"
She saw his face turn a little, but this was Sparrow, something he left
practically nothing from, so she wasn't one he was going to leave perplexed,
besides, one of the reasons he had came was to talk to her. He needed it, and
she sensed that.
"Vicious..." he started "where to begin...hmm, well, understand that this was
some years ago. True, once upon a time we were the best of friends, fought back
to back together, and never let one another down. Over the years we had seen
some of the most brutal fights, and almost did go out in the glory of hazing bullets
on a couple of occasions...and you never would have thought that a woman of
all things would be the one to change us."
"Spike," said Sparrow, "a woman? of all things...you men...leave everything on the
line when theres a chic around." she smirked. Spike understood from her point
of view how that must have sounded, and disregarded her smart ass remark,
and was willing to give her time to understand why it was so.
"Well Sparrow...have you ever met a person who made you feel so alive, that you
really thought you could fly? That you could dream freely with? who you
were just so attuned with? I could go on forever, but its kinda hard to describe
certain perfections. I dont mean her by looks wise either, true, she was beautiful,
but I never would have even imagined sleeping with her if she was the bitch some
people are, and even try to be..."
"Well then..." said Sparrow "I shall ask you of no more description. I never have
found a soul like the one which you describe, but I can imagine."
"Well, her name was Julia... her name could still be Julia, but I doubt-
"Then why are you still looking for her?" asked Sparrow. She gave him a look
that in turn, he gave a look, which didn't completely confess, and gave some shock.
"How would you know that?" he finally asked.
"Spike, you act as if I dont know you. Are you kidding me? I know for sure
there are only a few things in this life that keeps you driven to live, and I know
by the way you so describe her, that she's one of the few things keeping you here.
I'm not dumb Spike, I can see it in your eyes. You wish Love was only a fairy-tale,
that you wish it was an emotion we could easily shut down. That scares you, cause
you know that you just cant, and I know you, its hard for you of all people to let
some of the past go, if you want to admit it or not. I know the feeling, believe me.
But I have faith in you, and complete faith that you will see this woman again.
I'll even help you if you like. I've always been there to back you up, and I'm not gonna let
your dream fade, and I dont want this woman to just be a part of the rest of the
shades of the past. Dont let her become a ghost Spike, find her. "
He wanted to hug her, he needed that, so he did, and thanked her for that support,
as uneeded to him as it was. Over the t.v. dinner, and a few more drinks, he got
alot out, and gave explanations where explanations were asked. She still was
on the fringe of finishing almost every one of his sentences, as she always had been.
It was getting late, and he was getting very tired. She took him to her room, and
unfolded the purple blankets, and he drifted almost too swiftly into his dreams.
He woke up to the smell of cigarettes, and eggs. He woke up to food, and that was
one of the best feelings he had had in a while, besides releasing some pent up stories,
and all the rest of the explanations. He had also woken up in one of her old Megadeth
t-shirts.
"Well brother, I know you only too well...so I'll leave the decision up to you whether
or not you want me calling up Iris and Josh. True, I'm sure that theye'd be dying to see
you, not that I've mentioned your return to them sometime, but I also understand that
you probably dont want some old memories springing back up. The choice is yours,
I hope you just make the right one."
"To be honest Sparrow, I came mainly to talk to you, not really anyone else. Perhaps
another day I'll be up for a family visit. Maybe later even, just not now...especially since
it's still so early." He said, sheilding his eyes from the beaming in sun.
"Well, I understand completely." She replied.
"When was the last time you've been in space, Sparrow?" he asked.
"Space?" She perplexed." some years ago...Just out of highschool, a nice little trip to
Ganymede, and I had been wanting to see the 'snow' on Venus for some time. Why?"
"Come with me" he smiled at her.
He had her squeeze somewhere inside the now seemingly tiny ship, and slowly
started to take off. He knew she had never been the fond type for flying, so he tried to
keep her mind distracted, and told her the story about how they found a dog named Ein.
Soon enough, they had reached the Bebop, and she had stepped out for not only
2 seconds, when her eyes met a pair of big yellow ones.
"HELLO! OLLA! WILKOMEN!" shouted the short red head. Sparrow backed up a
little right into Spike, and didnt really know what to do. Spike told Ed to get down, and
she jumped off, and ran into the other room screaming something.