Under the Sky
Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop and all of its characters aren't mine. Neither is the song "Musicl Alone Shall Live." Sadly, I don't know who made it. If you get the chance, you should listen to it.
Note: This story is from Spike's POV. The song mentioned is actually a real song. I know because I have the lyrics right next to me and I sung it in choir. Go fig… Also, I'm not really sure if Spike has a mom. So if this story is totally incorrect, tell me so I can mend my evil ways.
All things shall perish from under the sky . . .
That's what my mother had told me, long, long ago.
I remember that day in the park more clearly now than ever. My mother and I lay on a hill with our backs to the grass. The only thing we did that entire day was look up at the fluffy white clouds passing by and letting the warm rays of the sun soak into our bones.
Music alone shall live . . .
Then out of blue, my mother started singing. I could barely hear her whisper those words that would change my life forever more. I listened to her, wide eyed in wonder until she finished the tune.
Music alone shall live . . .
"Mommy?" I asked. She looked over at me.
"Hmm?"
"Is that true?"
"What is true?"
"That every thing under the sky dies."
She gazed back up to the clouds and thought for a moment.
"Yes dear, every under the skies shall die. It is only natural. But . . ."
"But what, mommy?"
Music alone shall live . . .
"But music is strong and will never die. It will go on and on . . . forever. Yes, eventually each generation will look back on our older music and learn to hate it. Some songs will be lost and forgotten. But the heart of the music . . . the soul . . . will never die."
Never to die.
And after that, it had become my dream, my one soul purpose in life, to go past the sky so I would never die. Ands that's exactly what I did. When I had gotten on my first space ship and flew away from Mars, I felt . . . happy.
No, X that. I felt extremely happy. I felt free and strong as if nothing could stand in my way. And for a while, nothing did.
And then I met him.
Music alone shall live . . .
When I met him, I forgot the old song mother used to sing to me. I became influenced by him and grew to become him: reckless and ruthless with a smile in the face of near-death.
Then I had an accident. After that, I saw the world cut in half: between past and present. I told my past that it was blind, and it believed me for the longest while. It was just my present and I.
Music alone shall live . . .
Then she appeared. She was the most beautiful thing alive. She must have been some kind of fallen angel or perhaps a dark goddess, because she changed me, every bit of me. She caused me to hate him and him to hate me. Our friendship went sour because of that beautiful woman. Without me knowing it, my past began to see again and all it saw was her. It seemed that both of my sights were finally in harmony.
Music alone shall live . . .
He pulled her to one side, I pulled her the other. Eventually, she ripped apart like a piece of paper and fell away to the shadows. My present no longer saw her. My present no longer saw him.
Never to die.
So I let my past die. I let myself die. The person that was in love with her and was a partner in crime with him died three years ago. I keep my past blind, only looking back into a dream that was a nightmare. My present keeps me going.
My name is Spike Spiegel, and I am 1 year old today.
Sooo… how'd yall like it? This is the past part of Spike. I think I'll make one reflecting his present too. Tell me if you like it!
