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Running away
Part 2-This is why I hate kids
"Jake. Can you do the laundry dear? I'm making dinner right now." Faye called from the kitchen.
Jake looked up from his book about mechanics. "Sure Mama." He grabbed a peice of paper and put it in the book to mark his place. He set it down and headed into his room. He already made a pile of clothes he wanted to wash. He grabbed the pile and dropped it into the laundry room. Then he went into his mom's room.
He searched around. Usually she would threw her clothes everywhere. He sighed and picked up and few shirts off of her lamp. Then picked up a pair of pants from the edge of her bed. He saw a pant leg sticking out of her 'personal' box. He walked up to it and opened the box to get the pants out. He tugged on the end of the pants until they finally came out from under all the junk. A picture also flew out of the box and so did a weird outfit.
He picked up the picture first. It was a picture of his mom! She was younger and wearing the weird outfit he found. It was one of those outfits you would only see on a hooker! His eyes widen. His mom was a.... a... He shook his head. He would never think poorly of his mom!
'Maybe that's why I never knew my father, because she never knew.. maybe she was a ' He stopped his own thoughts, shaking his head. It couldn't be true! His mom was respectible even if she acted like a child sometimes! She was good and sweet...
He quickly put away the outfit along with the picture, but something caught his eye. It was a picture of a ship. He pulled it out. The ship was the standard type of bounty hunting ship. On the side was written 'Cowboy Bebop'. A man was standing onto of the ship. You could barely make out anything about him though. All he could see was a blue blure followed by a smaller green blue ontop.
'Is this my father?! He does have green hair..' Jake thought, putting the picture away. He knew if he asked about his father, his mom would get upset. He didn't want that to happen. He quickly closed the box and went on doing the laundry.
After he was done doing that, he walked back into the kitchen. He sat down on a chair.
"What's for dinner mama?" Jake questioned.
"The regular, four food groups." She answered back, setting the plate in front of him. She sat down across from him and continued to eat.
"Wow.." he answered back, digging in. He was hungry after all. His mom wasn't the best cook in the world... or within the 10 mile square.. but she cooked well enough that you could eat it and not get sick.
"How was you're day honey?" She asked him while picking up her fork.
"Boring. How was your's?" Jake asked, interested.
"A few more orders for the mail came in. Standard stuff. Nothing big happened. If it did, you would be the first person I would tell." Faye said, continuing to eat her meal. She suddenly looked up at him. "I'm sorry you have to stay in the house all day."
"It's alright mom. I don't mind it." Jake answered back. 'Yeah, because I get to build a ship!' He added to himself. How many kids his age get to build a real live ship?
"No, it's not alright. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to sign you up for that program down at the kid center. That way you can play with kids your age while I'm at work. How does that sound?" Faye said, her eyes lighting up.
"Mom.. for one thing I don't think we can afford it, and two I really don't mind staying here. I get to read my mechanic books, make prank calls on the phone.. it's great." Jake said, smiling at her.
"Now, we have to talk about those prank calls too young man." Fay said, pointing her fork at him.
"Aww man..."
-Somewhere in the city-
Spike and Jet walked around. They knew she was near here. The one person they've been searching for was here. Well, they got a little side tracked a few... hunderd times during their 11 years search for Faye. Hey! They needed to eat!
"You sure she's around here?" Spike questioned into the walky talky Ed gave him.
"Yep yep! Ed is sure. Faye-Faye or that Jake-Man is around where you are." Ed's voice came loud and clear through the walky talky.
"Great. We either meet up with Faye, or her boyfriend. Wonderful." Spike said.
"Hey, it could be worse. Since there is only two of them living in the house.. that means they didn't have kids. You still have a chance." Jet said, patting Spike on the shoulder.
"What do you mean 'have a chance'?" Spike asked, glaring at Jet.
"Sure pal. Like you hunted Faye down all these years just because she took your lighter. Get real Spike." Jet said, almost laughing at his long time friend.
Spike sighed. There was no use trying to convince Jet anything else then what he just said. Even though, it was true.
They continued to walk down the road near the edge of the city. They had been questioning people about Faye for a long time. Hardly anyone knew anyone that matched her. That was a big change. They even went into the poker alley. No one there even heard of Faye!
"I think maybe we have the wrong city or something." Jet said, as they continued their search.
"Maybe. I mean if the Poker Alley here hasn't even HEARD of her, she can't be here." Spike said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He couldn't believe he worked himself up all this time, only to be thrown to the ground now.
"Ed." Jet said into the walky talky. "Are you possitive she's here?"
"I'm sure she's there. I'm trying to pinpoint exactly where she is, but it's going to take some time." Ed replied back.
Jet put the Walky Talky away. He sighed.
Spike gave Jet half a smile. "Remember when she used to talk about herself in a thrid person?"
"Yeah. I couldn't believe it when I heard her talk about herself! It shocked me." Jet said, recalling the day.
"To think, only five years ago she changed." Spike said.
Jet eyed him. It was unusal for Spike to talk like this. He must really have been down in the dumps to start talking like that. "Spike. We'll find her."
"Sure. Anything you say Jet." Spike answered back, lighting up a cigarette.
-Faye's House-
Jake tie toed down the hall way. It was night time and his mom had gone to bed. He quietly walked through the dark house and outside. He shut the door as soundlessly as he could. It only made a little squeak. He let out a breath, before walking away from the house.
He was on a mission! A mission to.... 'I completely forgot why I'm sneaking out didn't I?' Jake thought to himself. He sighed. No use going back on it now. He wanted to go see the city anyways.
Then it hit him why he wanted to sneak out. he was going to try to find his Dad. That's why he had that picture in his hand. He looked down at it. You couldn't see it since there was no lights on. he sighed. He didn't want a whole lovey dovey type of outcome from tonight, but he just wanted to see what his Dad was like atleast. Maybe he could figure out why his mom left him?
He continued down the road and entered the city. When he did, he brushed up against someone. He nearly stumbled over the person's feet too. Jake quickly looked up to the person he bumped into. It was a tall, almost lanky man with curly and unruly green hair. He had deep crimson eyes. One was slightly off colored from the other, Jake noticed. He was wearing a blue suit over a yellow shirt.
Jake blinked as the man looked down at him. "Umm.. Sorry sir! I didn't mean to bump into you."
"It's alright kid." The man answered back. Both wanted to go on their ways, but were caught. They were caught by each other's eyes. There was something so strange, that they couldn't move away from each other. Almost like.. they knew each other. "Have we met before?"
Jake blinked. "Umm No. I don't think so. I've never been in the city before."
"Where's your mom?" The man asked.
"ummm...." Jake started. How could he answer that one? He didn't want to lie to this guy, which was strange for him. He was a natural born lier. He would lie without even knowing it! But... he just couldn't bring himself to lie.
"You're by yourself aren't you?" The man asked. Jake nodded. "It's dangerous to be out here all by yourself at night. A kid like you shouldn't be wondering the streets all by yourself."
"I know sir. I just.. gotta find someone." Jake answered, shrugging his shoulders.
"Who's that?" He asked.
"My dad. So, I gotta be going... see ya." Jake said, taking off in a full out run down the road.
Spike watched the kid run off. He shook his head. "What kind of a father leaves his kid?"
"Don't ask me." Jet said back.
"Atleast we have mone-" But Spike's voice was cut off. he patted his pant pocket. His wallet was gone! "That little runt stole my wallet! See Jet? This is why I don't like kids."
Spike and Jet both took off after the kid.
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Jake quickly ran down the road, until he couldn't run anymore. He slowed down and hid behind a corner. He pulled out the wallet. He grinned to himself. "What a sap."
"Hand over the wallet kid." A rough voice called to him.
Jake turned to see a small group of teenagers standing there.
"Fuck off. Go find you're own damn wallet." Jake spat at them, tucking the wallet away so it would be safe, along with the picture. If these teens wanted to rumble, then he was willing for some action.
Don't get Jake wrong. Just because he spent most of his life in that dank house, don't think for a second he can't fight. Jake can certainly hold his own in a fight against teens.
Jake raised his fists, but kept himself completely loose. He read the Bruce Lee book on fighting. He had every page and lesson memerized by heart. He was going to do just what it said. Stay loose so you can react to your opponeit's moves. Be like water.
'Be like water... be like water... be like water.. oh man! Now I gotta pee!' Jake thought to himself. The first teen charged him. Jake grabbed his wrist and flung him right into the wall, knocking him out. The second swung at him. Jake ducked below it and upper cutted him in the jaw. Then punched him in the gut. The thrid Teen came up to him from behind. He held Jake in a full nelson.
Jake squirmed to get out of his hold. Then, he stepped on the Teen's foot. The teen let go and Jake elbowed him. Jake quickly took off as fast as his legs could carry him away from the rest of them. There were four left to deal with. Plue the one he elbowed, who was surely going to be pissed at him.
Jake ran, smack dab right into the man he didn't want to meet for a second time tonight. Spike quickly picked Jake up by the shirt colar.
"Let me go! Some people are chasing me." Jake said, trying to get out of his grasp.
"Yeah. Us." Spike answered. "Now give me back my wallet."
"I don't have you stupid wallet! Now let me go." Jake was telling the truth. The wallet fell out of his pocket only a few steps behind. He was going to stop and get it, right before he slammed into Spike.
"There he is!" Shouted on teen.
"Oh shit!" Jake said, kicking off of Spike's stomach. His head snapped back a little, head butting the teen. Then Jake blindly kicked behind him, hitting the teen. The teen sunk to the ground. The other teens weren't happy about that. "Dammit! Hold onto my left arm if you have too, but let go on the ground so I can defend myself!"
Spike put the kid down and let go. "Let's see what you got kid."
Jake turned to the teens and smiled. "Time to have some fun."
He charged at the Teens, jumping into the air. He kicked one square in the face, and upper cutted another. Then he stood up and elbowed one in the gut. He turned and side kicked another. The teens got up and ran off.
"That's what you get for calling me a kid!" Jake shouted after them. He smiled at his work. Now he knew he could fight. Before it was just guessing that he could. He turned to the green haired man, and finally noticed the other guy with him.
Jake stared at his robotic arm. "Cool..."
"Hey Kid. You know Bruce Lee's style?" Spike questioned him.
"Yeah. He's the best fighter who ever livid! I have his book and everything!" Jake exclaimed.
"Now, give me back my wallet." Spike said, bending down and extending his hand to him.
"No way in hell. I don't even have you're wallet." Jake said.
The Spike spotted something. It was sticking out of the kid's pant pocket. Spike snatched it away before Jake could reacte and looked at it. "What are you doing with a picture in your pocket?"
"Give it back!" Jake said, trying to take it.
"Not until you give me, my wallet." Spike said with a cocky smile.
Jake nearly growled at the man. He was starting to really hate this guy. Jake shuffled over to the corner and started to search. "I dropped it somewhere near here."
Jake saw the corner of it peaking out from behind a trash can. Jake picked it up and gave it to him. "Now, can I have my picture back?"
"Sure. In a minute." Spike said, putting his wallet away. He looked at the picture, instantly recognized the ship in the picture. "What the hell are you doing with a picture of our ship in your pocket."
Jake stopped starting to snatch the picture back. The reality struck him hard. This tall man with green hair was his father! His one and only father! Jake stared up at Spike with his eyes brimming with tears.
"Huh? What the hell is the matter with you kid?" Spike asked.
Jake opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He couldn't talk. All he could do was stare. This was his Father. His one and only dad. He was standing right infront of him.... but all he could do was stare.
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Jake found Spike! What will Jake do now? Will Spike realize that this kid standing in front of him is his son?! You're going to have to wait til the next chapter!
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Running away
Part 2-This is why I hate kids
"Jake. Can you do the laundry dear? I'm making dinner right now." Faye called from the kitchen.
Jake looked up from his book about mechanics. "Sure Mama." He grabbed a peice of paper and put it in the book to mark his place. He set it down and headed into his room. He already made a pile of clothes he wanted to wash. He grabbed the pile and dropped it into the laundry room. Then he went into his mom's room.
He searched around. Usually she would threw her clothes everywhere. He sighed and picked up and few shirts off of her lamp. Then picked up a pair of pants from the edge of her bed. He saw a pant leg sticking out of her 'personal' box. He walked up to it and opened the box to get the pants out. He tugged on the end of the pants until they finally came out from under all the junk. A picture also flew out of the box and so did a weird outfit.
He picked up the picture first. It was a picture of his mom! She was younger and wearing the weird outfit he found. It was one of those outfits you would only see on a hooker! His eyes widen. His mom was a.... a... He shook his head. He would never think poorly of his mom!
'Maybe that's why I never knew my father, because she never knew.. maybe she was a ' He stopped his own thoughts, shaking his head. It couldn't be true! His mom was respectible even if she acted like a child sometimes! She was good and sweet...
He quickly put away the outfit along with the picture, but something caught his eye. It was a picture of a ship. He pulled it out. The ship was the standard type of bounty hunting ship. On the side was written 'Cowboy Bebop'. A man was standing onto of the ship. You could barely make out anything about him though. All he could see was a blue blure followed by a smaller green blue ontop.
'Is this my father?! He does have green hair..' Jake thought, putting the picture away. He knew if he asked about his father, his mom would get upset. He didn't want that to happen. He quickly closed the box and went on doing the laundry.
After he was done doing that, he walked back into the kitchen. He sat down on a chair.
"What's for dinner mama?" Jake questioned.
"The regular, four food groups." She answered back, setting the plate in front of him. She sat down across from him and continued to eat.
"Wow.." he answered back, digging in. He was hungry after all. His mom wasn't the best cook in the world... or within the 10 mile square.. but she cooked well enough that you could eat it and not get sick.
"How was you're day honey?" She asked him while picking up her fork.
"Boring. How was your's?" Jake asked, interested.
"A few more orders for the mail came in. Standard stuff. Nothing big happened. If it did, you would be the first person I would tell." Faye said, continuing to eat her meal. She suddenly looked up at him. "I'm sorry you have to stay in the house all day."
"It's alright mom. I don't mind it." Jake answered back. 'Yeah, because I get to build a ship!' He added to himself. How many kids his age get to build a real live ship?
"No, it's not alright. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to sign you up for that program down at the kid center. That way you can play with kids your age while I'm at work. How does that sound?" Faye said, her eyes lighting up.
"Mom.. for one thing I don't think we can afford it, and two I really don't mind staying here. I get to read my mechanic books, make prank calls on the phone.. it's great." Jake said, smiling at her.
"Now, we have to talk about those prank calls too young man." Fay said, pointing her fork at him.
"Aww man..."
-Somewhere in the city-
Spike and Jet walked around. They knew she was near here. The one person they've been searching for was here. Well, they got a little side tracked a few... hunderd times during their 11 years search for Faye. Hey! They needed to eat!
"You sure she's around here?" Spike questioned into the walky talky Ed gave him.
"Yep yep! Ed is sure. Faye-Faye or that Jake-Man is around where you are." Ed's voice came loud and clear through the walky talky.
"Great. We either meet up with Faye, or her boyfriend. Wonderful." Spike said.
"Hey, it could be worse. Since there is only two of them living in the house.. that means they didn't have kids. You still have a chance." Jet said, patting Spike on the shoulder.
"What do you mean 'have a chance'?" Spike asked, glaring at Jet.
"Sure pal. Like you hunted Faye down all these years just because she took your lighter. Get real Spike." Jet said, almost laughing at his long time friend.
Spike sighed. There was no use trying to convince Jet anything else then what he just said. Even though, it was true.
They continued to walk down the road near the edge of the city. They had been questioning people about Faye for a long time. Hardly anyone knew anyone that matched her. That was a big change. They even went into the poker alley. No one there even heard of Faye!
"I think maybe we have the wrong city or something." Jet said, as they continued their search.
"Maybe. I mean if the Poker Alley here hasn't even HEARD of her, she can't be here." Spike said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He couldn't believe he worked himself up all this time, only to be thrown to the ground now.
"Ed." Jet said into the walky talky. "Are you possitive she's here?"
"I'm sure she's there. I'm trying to pinpoint exactly where she is, but it's going to take some time." Ed replied back.
Jet put the Walky Talky away. He sighed.
Spike gave Jet half a smile. "Remember when she used to talk about herself in a thrid person?"
"Yeah. I couldn't believe it when I heard her talk about herself! It shocked me." Jet said, recalling the day.
"To think, only five years ago she changed." Spike said.
Jet eyed him. It was unusal for Spike to talk like this. He must really have been down in the dumps to start talking like that. "Spike. We'll find her."
"Sure. Anything you say Jet." Spike answered back, lighting up a cigarette.
-Faye's House-
Jake tie toed down the hall way. It was night time and his mom had gone to bed. He quietly walked through the dark house and outside. He shut the door as soundlessly as he could. It only made a little squeak. He let out a breath, before walking away from the house.
He was on a mission! A mission to.... 'I completely forgot why I'm sneaking out didn't I?' Jake thought to himself. He sighed. No use going back on it now. He wanted to go see the city anyways.
Then it hit him why he wanted to sneak out. he was going to try to find his Dad. That's why he had that picture in his hand. He looked down at it. You couldn't see it since there was no lights on. he sighed. He didn't want a whole lovey dovey type of outcome from tonight, but he just wanted to see what his Dad was like atleast. Maybe he could figure out why his mom left him?
He continued down the road and entered the city. When he did, he brushed up against someone. He nearly stumbled over the person's feet too. Jake quickly looked up to the person he bumped into. It was a tall, almost lanky man with curly and unruly green hair. He had deep crimson eyes. One was slightly off colored from the other, Jake noticed. He was wearing a blue suit over a yellow shirt.
Jake blinked as the man looked down at him. "Umm.. Sorry sir! I didn't mean to bump into you."
"It's alright kid." The man answered back. Both wanted to go on their ways, but were caught. They were caught by each other's eyes. There was something so strange, that they couldn't move away from each other. Almost like.. they knew each other. "Have we met before?"
Jake blinked. "Umm No. I don't think so. I've never been in the city before."
"Where's your mom?" The man asked.
"ummm...." Jake started. How could he answer that one? He didn't want to lie to this guy, which was strange for him. He was a natural born lier. He would lie without even knowing it! But... he just couldn't bring himself to lie.
"You're by yourself aren't you?" The man asked. Jake nodded. "It's dangerous to be out here all by yourself at night. A kid like you shouldn't be wondering the streets all by yourself."
"I know sir. I just.. gotta find someone." Jake answered, shrugging his shoulders.
"Who's that?" He asked.
"My dad. So, I gotta be going... see ya." Jake said, taking off in a full out run down the road.
Spike watched the kid run off. He shook his head. "What kind of a father leaves his kid?"
"Don't ask me." Jet said back.
"Atleast we have mone-" But Spike's voice was cut off. he patted his pant pocket. His wallet was gone! "That little runt stole my wallet! See Jet? This is why I don't like kids."
Spike and Jet both took off after the kid.
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Jake quickly ran down the road, until he couldn't run anymore. He slowed down and hid behind a corner. He pulled out the wallet. He grinned to himself. "What a sap."
"Hand over the wallet kid." A rough voice called to him.
Jake turned to see a small group of teenagers standing there.
"Fuck off. Go find you're own damn wallet." Jake spat at them, tucking the wallet away so it would be safe, along with the picture. If these teens wanted to rumble, then he was willing for some action.
Don't get Jake wrong. Just because he spent most of his life in that dank house, don't think for a second he can't fight. Jake can certainly hold his own in a fight against teens.
Jake raised his fists, but kept himself completely loose. He read the Bruce Lee book on fighting. He had every page and lesson memerized by heart. He was going to do just what it said. Stay loose so you can react to your opponeit's moves. Be like water.
'Be like water... be like water... be like water.. oh man! Now I gotta pee!' Jake thought to himself. The first teen charged him. Jake grabbed his wrist and flung him right into the wall, knocking him out. The second swung at him. Jake ducked below it and upper cutted him in the jaw. Then punched him in the gut. The thrid Teen came up to him from behind. He held Jake in a full nelson.
Jake squirmed to get out of his hold. Then, he stepped on the Teen's foot. The teen let go and Jake elbowed him. Jake quickly took off as fast as his legs could carry him away from the rest of them. There were four left to deal with. Plue the one he elbowed, who was surely going to be pissed at him.
Jake ran, smack dab right into the man he didn't want to meet for a second time tonight. Spike quickly picked Jake up by the shirt colar.
"Let me go! Some people are chasing me." Jake said, trying to get out of his grasp.
"Yeah. Us." Spike answered. "Now give me back my wallet."
"I don't have you stupid wallet! Now let me go." Jake was telling the truth. The wallet fell out of his pocket only a few steps behind. He was going to stop and get it, right before he slammed into Spike.
"There he is!" Shouted on teen.
"Oh shit!" Jake said, kicking off of Spike's stomach. His head snapped back a little, head butting the teen. Then Jake blindly kicked behind him, hitting the teen. The teen sunk to the ground. The other teens weren't happy about that. "Dammit! Hold onto my left arm if you have too, but let go on the ground so I can defend myself!"
Spike put the kid down and let go. "Let's see what you got kid."
Jake turned to the teens and smiled. "Time to have some fun."
He charged at the Teens, jumping into the air. He kicked one square in the face, and upper cutted another. Then he stood up and elbowed one in the gut. He turned and side kicked another. The teens got up and ran off.
"That's what you get for calling me a kid!" Jake shouted after them. He smiled at his work. Now he knew he could fight. Before it was just guessing that he could. He turned to the green haired man, and finally noticed the other guy with him.
Jake stared at his robotic arm. "Cool..."
"Hey Kid. You know Bruce Lee's style?" Spike questioned him.
"Yeah. He's the best fighter who ever livid! I have his book and everything!" Jake exclaimed.
"Now, give me back my wallet." Spike said, bending down and extending his hand to him.
"No way in hell. I don't even have you're wallet." Jake said.
The Spike spotted something. It was sticking out of the kid's pant pocket. Spike snatched it away before Jake could reacte and looked at it. "What are you doing with a picture in your pocket?"
"Give it back!" Jake said, trying to take it.
"Not until you give me, my wallet." Spike said with a cocky smile.
Jake nearly growled at the man. He was starting to really hate this guy. Jake shuffled over to the corner and started to search. "I dropped it somewhere near here."
Jake saw the corner of it peaking out from behind a trash can. Jake picked it up and gave it to him. "Now, can I have my picture back?"
"Sure. In a minute." Spike said, putting his wallet away. He looked at the picture, instantly recognized the ship in the picture. "What the hell are you doing with a picture of our ship in your pocket."
Jake stopped starting to snatch the picture back. The reality struck him hard. This tall man with green hair was his father! His one and only father! Jake stared up at Spike with his eyes brimming with tears.
"Huh? What the hell is the matter with you kid?" Spike asked.
Jake opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He couldn't talk. All he could do was stare. This was his Father. His one and only dad. He was standing right infront of him.... but all he could do was stare.
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Jake found Spike! What will Jake do now? Will Spike realize that this kid standing in front of him is his son?! You're going to have to wait til the next chapter!