Ah i love cowboy bebop and i love zim.. I also love the possibilyity of one of them actualy killing the

other. Of course i know this to not be possible, and thats why i write things like this.... The song is Rain it's by

Yoko Kanno and i highly suggest giving it a listen... the things in "" are the lyrics i don't own zim or

anything.. i don't even own the computer i typed this on.

In the rain.

He couldn't see the rooms beyond his prison of glass and steel. Beyond his world.

"I don't feel a thing"

but he could feel them coming in their Immaculate coats of white

"and I stop remembering"

And every thing he knew for sure was suddenly nothing.

"The days are just like moments turned to hours"

In the endless nothing that was his existence time was relative. He spent days staring at the

endless white that was his world. Was it really just hours? But they always came. Always.

"Mother used to say"

The door opened. For all that he wanted to, he couldn't move.

"if you want, you'll find a way"

In his head he screamed and thrashed and cried out,

"But mother never danced through fire shower"

The bonds that hold him were mental, physical, and emotional. Reality and fantasy. They bared

their weapons of long and sharp steel. They stabbed them into his arms. The fire consumed him.

"Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain"

And he was there again.

"I walk in the rain, in the rain"

that night as cold as hellfire.

"Is it right or is it wrong"

when he made his decision. And through it all there was the rain.

"and is it here that I belong"

"I don't hear a sound"

In his dream. the black and white of reality.

"Silent faces in the ground"

His enemy lying face up toward him. His own weapon of long sharp steel, but not thier's

"The quiet screams, but I refuse to listen"

And there wasn't a sound. Not as his enemy opened his mouth. not as he thrusted downward. Not

during. Not after.

"If there is a hell"

The smell of burning flesh. his own. His enemies.

"I'm sure this is how it smells"

But it is a just dream he knows.

"Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn't"

And he knows that he is lying to himself as well.

"Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain"

And still it rained. Even in white walled room that smelled of steel and broken glass. And blood.

"I walk in the rain, in the rain"

They leave him there, disappointed in his silence.

"Am I right or am I wrong"

But in his head he cries. For himself.

"and is it here that I belong"

for his enemy.

"Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain"

If he could he would tell them of the rain

"I walk in the rain, in the rain"

That fell that night and washed the blood clean. It burned him clean.

"Why do I feel so alone"

But the only one he can tell won't be listening any more.

"For some reason I think of home"

And he wonders if they miss him.

I leave exactly who this is about to your own interpitation. please review.