Just Until Sundown
"Just 'cause the moment was heated
doesn't mean that I wanted to fight."
Chapter 1
Swish. Swoosh. Swish. Swoosh.
The weak ceiling fan spun forever to the limit of it's speed capability. In this case, being able to distinguish the "swish" from the "swoosh" either means you are really drunk, or the fan just plain sucks. Two puffs of smoke emerged and sunk onto the cushion, the odor mixing with other oh-so-wonderful aromas.
Swish. Swoosh. Swi-CRACKLE. Creeeeeak.
".. god damn it."
Spike Spiegel sat up from his reclined position upon the couch. An exasperated sigh along with grumbles escaped the bounty hunter's mouth. Pushing himself up slightly, Spike stumbled a little regaining his balance. Nonchalantly, Spike made his way up the stairs into the main hall of the Bebop. As he passed by the bathroom, the door seemed to explode open as a rush of steam flew out. A slender figure wrapped in only a towel walked out.
"SPIKE! TURN AROUND! PERVERT!". The way Faye had screamed got a curious look from Ein, who was sitting up further down the hall.
"Hey, you walked out. You're not the only person on this ship, y'know.", Spike couldn't help but smirk.
"Hmph." Faye jerked her head in such a way, strands of short, damp purple hair whipped around, splashing water into Spike's face.
"HEY!" Quickly, he wiped his brow. A few drops conveniently landed upon Spike's cigarette, putting it out.
"Damn men. You're all alike." And with that, she closed the door in fury.
Noticing the now extinguished cigarette, he flicked it to the ground, obviously annoyed. 'Geez, what's her problem?', Spike couldn't help but wonder, 'Never this bad. Whatever, can't stand her.'
"What the hell's going on here?!" That uproarious voice along with stomping footsteps filled the halls of the Bebop. "I was THIS close to refilling the freon on this junkheap, and now thanks to you two, we'll all have to suffer in this damn humidity. The whole vat's spilled on the floor. It'll be a while before we find a place to get some more. You two fighting again?!"
"It's her. She thinks this ship just belongs to her. Let her do whatever the hell she wants." Spike spat out those words with great hostility. "What a bitch, that was my last cigarette too."
"..yep, you two are fighting again. Heh heh heh.."
"What the hell's so funny, Jet?"
"Oh nothing. Nothing at all." Jet continued to laugh, and Spike could've sworn he heard him mutter, 'Damn bunch of kids. That's all they are, bunch of kids.'"
Spike yelled down the hall after Jet. "Oh yeah. Jet! The fan's broken again!" That laughter turned to bickering and cursing. Spike couldn't help but snicker a little. Spike plopped himself upon the couch, resuming his horizontal pose that would resemble one being a slacker, and how Spike was damn proud of that. That door behind him opened again. He knew Faye was now out of the bathroom, but he didn't expect her to land in his lap – literally. She hopped over the railing, unaware of Spike's presence. As she landed, Spike let out a loud scream as she had landed right on the crown jewels.
"AHH! DAMN IT, FAYE!"
Spike hit the metal ground with a large thud as he fell off the couch, holding the sacred place she landed on as he lay in a fetal position.
"You should've said something! I didn't know yo-"
"Well you should look before you go hurdling onto the couch!"
Spike staggered to his feet, his cheeks filled with blood, his body shaking in a mixture of pain and fury.
"See, this is precisely why women are better than men. Women have a strong physique, unlike men. Look at you! Your knees are quivering!"
"Well if you weren't so fat maybe I'd be able to stand up and the blood could circulate to my legs!"
"..fuck you Spike. Fuck you." That had obviously hit some nerves in Faye. Her voice quivered a little with saying that. She stomped off and the slam of the door to her room echoed throughout the ship, along with Jet's voice.
"WILL YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF?! GODDAMN!"
Spike sat down upon the couch, slowly regaining his strength. As the pain went away, guilt and remorse began to fall over Spike. Maybe that fat remark was a little too much. She sounded a little upset. Slightly recuperated, Spike limped over to Faye's room, knocking on the metal door.
"Go away, whoever it is."
"It's Spike."
"..I don't want to talk to you."
"C'mon, open the door."
"Go away!"
Spike tried to open the door only to meet resistance from Faye. After a long struggle of tug of war with the door, Spike was victorious.
"Listen, Faye--"
"Just leave me alone, damn it!" She had obviously been crying, her back being turned to him. He had caught a glimpse of her face a second after the door had been forced open.
"The fat crack .. I didn't mean it."
Faye's head cocked to the side slightly, she still hadn't said a word.
"C'mon, Faye. Give me some credit here, god damn it. You know I'm not good with this kind of stuff, I'm trying the best I can."
The apology was a little .. cold hearted you could say.
"..I guess I forgive you."
"Good. We're okay?"
"I guess."
Spike turned around at the base of the door, stopping at the sound of Faye's voice.
"Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"About jumping on your lap.."
"Yeah?" Hmph. Maybe she's apologizing, Spike thought.
"..felt kinda flat there. Guess it's a little cold in this ship, eh?"
She jumped up, sticking her tongue in his face, then slamming the door. A huge clunk sounded on Faye's side of the door as Spike muffled scream was heard. Seems he was a little too close. Faye snickered at the bickerings of Spike outside the door. The BeBop would definitely not be quiet for a while.
A/N: More to come, R&R! Chap 2 up soon.
