Hello! This is just what I think happened between those scenes we never see
for "Jupiter Jazz", especially explaining more of Gren's past! There are
shonen ai hints towards Gren and Vicious (Duh), but I'm just giving out the
warning. Please let me know what you think so far and if another chapter
should be added, thanks!
(Oh yeah, Cowboy bebop doesn't belong to me - *Just Gren* - It belongs to anime and blah, blah, blah.Now on with the story!
"To the Point of Tears."
I remember it like it was yesterday.
The sound of the guns firing in the distance, the way the wind howled and stung your eyes with bitter pain. How the sand would cover any trace of humanity and bury the ones long forgotten.
This was the war.
This was hell.
This was.
The only time I was truly happy.
~***~
When I enlisted in the army, I really didn't know what I was getting into. My Mother pleaded with me not to go; said I was too young to die. But being the rebel man I was, letting my dark hair grow long and hanging with the weirdest crowd. I just had to do it; I just had to.get away.
My life was pretty normal, a Mother who stayed at home, a Father who went to work, and a son. A son who had different ways of thinking, who had different ideas to live by, a son who was.
"A Fag!"
My Father punched me hard across the face for that, something that really couldn't be changed just by beating the crap out of them. He hated the fact that I found men quite attractive, and that I had feminine look to myself. It was very annoying, having to go day by day with his shit. So I left. Left his abuse, left my Mother's crying, left this world.
~***~
When I first stepped onto that musty planet known as Titan, I felt my life starting over already. Though no one seemed as happy as I was to be there, I still kept a smile on my face and a pack of cigarettes in my right pocket. And before I knew it, we were at war. Battling to survive, so we can see another day. It was all the same to me though, get up, run, shoot them, run again, and shoot some more. This is what I wanted, I think. A place to call a home, comrades to stand by.So why wasn't I happy?
I was sitting in a ditch one day, smoking up one of my cigarettes. I took one long drag from it, ignoring the screams and blows from above. I should have cared; they were people after all. Fighting for their families, fighting for what they believed in. I wished I knew what I was fighting for, or had something to believe in. But I had nothing, nothing but a messed up family and some friends who didn't give a damn whether I left or not. The explosions grew louder and closer. I saw some men fly across the hole, mostly in pieces. I continued to suck on that cancer stick, sucking away all the years of my life. Why did it matter, I was going to die anyway. Die like the rest of these men, so might as well do it with a smile and a good smoke.
Suddenly, a soft melody began to play. It's sweet tune drowned out the battle cries and everything else around me. I turned my head to see where this lovely song was coming from, and wondered how something so beautiful could ever be in a place like this. A man sat there, pale as the moons that hovered above, and cold as the nights that burned my skin. He was just sitting there, holding a tiny music box in his hand. Sadly lost in its melody. "What song is that?" I smiled seating myself next to him. He didn't say anything at first, as if he didn't hear me or notice I was there. "Julia." He finally spoke never taking his eyes off it. "That's a good tune." I replied, as I took another puff of my smoke. "Would you mind if I played that tune on my sax when I go home after all this?" And for the first time since I sat there, he looked at me, letting his silver locks fall upon his face. My chest began to ache, and my body started to turn to mush. Something about his gaze, his lifeless gaze that made me feel weird inside. And then all of a sudden, he placed the music box within my hand. I was too stunned to say anything, I could barley keep my cigarette from falling out of my mouth. "Why did he give me this?" I wondered, not noticing he had gotten up. But in an instant he had snatched my hair and flung me against the wall, pulling out his knife. I felt my heart stop beating as he drove the blade towards me, ending my life, or so I thought. I slowly peered to my side, and saw the dagger an inch from my head. It took me a second to realize he wasn't aiming for me, but the black scorpion crawling along the wall. It split in two and crumbled to the floor, never having a chance. He then withdrew his knife and placed it back in its holster, not saying a word. Then picked up his gun and walked away, letting his cloak capture in the wind. All I could do was sit there in shock, still trying to understand what just happened. But then for some reason, I just let out a sigh like it was nothing. And held up that tiny music box and smirked, turning the crank to its limit and letting it go. The melody filled the air once more, calming me down and making me.happy. I don't know why it made me feel so good, or made me smile without even knowing it. Perhaps it was the song that played, making me forget where I was. Or maybe it's because he gave it to me, the man who saved my life and left me with no name. The man who had neither comrades nor a soul.
The man known as Vicious
Neh, what did you think? Let me know okay, and I'll promise you more Gren and Vicious dancing in Speedos and.wait, that's just for me! LOL! Well I'll promise you more Gren and Vicious, how about that! TTFN!
(Oh yeah, Cowboy bebop doesn't belong to me - *Just Gren* - It belongs to anime and blah, blah, blah.Now on with the story!
"To the Point of Tears."
I remember it like it was yesterday.
The sound of the guns firing in the distance, the way the wind howled and stung your eyes with bitter pain. How the sand would cover any trace of humanity and bury the ones long forgotten.
This was the war.
This was hell.
This was.
The only time I was truly happy.
~***~
When I enlisted in the army, I really didn't know what I was getting into. My Mother pleaded with me not to go; said I was too young to die. But being the rebel man I was, letting my dark hair grow long and hanging with the weirdest crowd. I just had to do it; I just had to.get away.
My life was pretty normal, a Mother who stayed at home, a Father who went to work, and a son. A son who had different ways of thinking, who had different ideas to live by, a son who was.
"A Fag!"
My Father punched me hard across the face for that, something that really couldn't be changed just by beating the crap out of them. He hated the fact that I found men quite attractive, and that I had feminine look to myself. It was very annoying, having to go day by day with his shit. So I left. Left his abuse, left my Mother's crying, left this world.
~***~
When I first stepped onto that musty planet known as Titan, I felt my life starting over already. Though no one seemed as happy as I was to be there, I still kept a smile on my face and a pack of cigarettes in my right pocket. And before I knew it, we were at war. Battling to survive, so we can see another day. It was all the same to me though, get up, run, shoot them, run again, and shoot some more. This is what I wanted, I think. A place to call a home, comrades to stand by.So why wasn't I happy?
I was sitting in a ditch one day, smoking up one of my cigarettes. I took one long drag from it, ignoring the screams and blows from above. I should have cared; they were people after all. Fighting for their families, fighting for what they believed in. I wished I knew what I was fighting for, or had something to believe in. But I had nothing, nothing but a messed up family and some friends who didn't give a damn whether I left or not. The explosions grew louder and closer. I saw some men fly across the hole, mostly in pieces. I continued to suck on that cancer stick, sucking away all the years of my life. Why did it matter, I was going to die anyway. Die like the rest of these men, so might as well do it with a smile and a good smoke.
Suddenly, a soft melody began to play. It's sweet tune drowned out the battle cries and everything else around me. I turned my head to see where this lovely song was coming from, and wondered how something so beautiful could ever be in a place like this. A man sat there, pale as the moons that hovered above, and cold as the nights that burned my skin. He was just sitting there, holding a tiny music box in his hand. Sadly lost in its melody. "What song is that?" I smiled seating myself next to him. He didn't say anything at first, as if he didn't hear me or notice I was there. "Julia." He finally spoke never taking his eyes off it. "That's a good tune." I replied, as I took another puff of my smoke. "Would you mind if I played that tune on my sax when I go home after all this?" And for the first time since I sat there, he looked at me, letting his silver locks fall upon his face. My chest began to ache, and my body started to turn to mush. Something about his gaze, his lifeless gaze that made me feel weird inside. And then all of a sudden, he placed the music box within my hand. I was too stunned to say anything, I could barley keep my cigarette from falling out of my mouth. "Why did he give me this?" I wondered, not noticing he had gotten up. But in an instant he had snatched my hair and flung me against the wall, pulling out his knife. I felt my heart stop beating as he drove the blade towards me, ending my life, or so I thought. I slowly peered to my side, and saw the dagger an inch from my head. It took me a second to realize he wasn't aiming for me, but the black scorpion crawling along the wall. It split in two and crumbled to the floor, never having a chance. He then withdrew his knife and placed it back in its holster, not saying a word. Then picked up his gun and walked away, letting his cloak capture in the wind. All I could do was sit there in shock, still trying to understand what just happened. But then for some reason, I just let out a sigh like it was nothing. And held up that tiny music box and smirked, turning the crank to its limit and letting it go. The melody filled the air once more, calming me down and making me.happy. I don't know why it made me feel so good, or made me smile without even knowing it. Perhaps it was the song that played, making me forget where I was. Or maybe it's because he gave it to me, the man who saved my life and left me with no name. The man who had neither comrades nor a soul.
The man known as Vicious
Neh, what did you think? Let me know okay, and I'll promise you more Gren and Vicious dancing in Speedos and.wait, that's just for me! LOL! Well I'll promise you more Gren and Vicious, how about that! TTFN!