The Stupid Dog Worth Millions
By: Zutto Aishiteru
Email: I_Luv_Takuma@miakaandtamahome.com
*Disclaimer* The characters of Cowboy BeBop do not belong to me, but the story idea does.
~Dedication~ This story was written especially for my friend Allie Hirota, my fellow Cowboy BeBop freak. Thanks for giving me the encouragement to write this fan fiction.
Chapter One: Are you SERIOUS?!
The sound of smooth jazz music drifts throughout the idol space craft, the BeBop, and within a dark room a figure is practicing martial arts. His movements are like water as he throws rapid punches and kicks. Then, suddenly he just stops to stare out of the large window that looked into the vast expanse of space, the millions of stars illuminating his stern face with their glow.
Then, plucking a cigarette from his discarded shirt, he smiles and runs his hand through his already messy hair. He only turned away from the window when he heard the footsteps behind him coming closer and closer.
"Hey Spike, we got a new bounty to chase. When you're finished training, or whatever you're doing in here, come and take a look. Worth eight million too," exclaimed Jet Black, Spike's friend and fellow companion on the BeBop.
"I'm almost done here anyways," Spike exclaimed while lighting his cigarette and inhaling deeply and then exhaling a billowing cloud of smoke.
Jet ducked back out of the room and made his way back to the small living room as Spike sauntered after him. Sighing, Spike threw his lanky body onto the comfortable yellow couch and was starting to get comfortable when Jet started to talk.
"You know Spike.we don't have to take this bounty, but it is worth eight million and-"
"And it'll pay for Swordfish's repairs, and our food, and more food." Spike trailed on with hunger shining in his eyes. He could taste all of that delicious food already and he could see Swordfish gleaming like new. "We have to get that bounty! So Jet. who is it this time? A thief? Murderer? Hacker? Weirdo? Is he like that other guy.you know, the one who acted like a baby when I stabbed him with my knife when he shot me like ten times? You name him, I get him!"
"Uh.Spike."
"Maybe he's a gunslinger; or maybe it's a woman with a bad attitude or-"
"Spike-"
"Man whatever he or she does, I'm on it! With all that money we could-"
"Spike! God do you ever shut up? I'm not sure if you want the job-"
"What are you talking about?! Of course I want it! We'll bring them down Jet! They can't be that dangerous! Come on, who is it?" Spike rattled on. When Jet didn't respond, Spike opened his eyes and looked at Jet who was sitting on the arm chair to his right.
Sighing, Jet lifted his head from his hands and looked at Spike. A couple of minutes passed by in silence and Spike started to wonder why Jet wasn't telling him who the bounty was on. Jet slowly turned the futuristic computer around and he pointed to a picture.
"That's what the bounty is on. Happy now Spike?" Jet knew that Spike was going to go crazy anytime soon.and it was going to happen in only a matter of minutes. Bracing himself, Jet threw his hands over his ears and waited. And he didn't have to wait long.
Spike followed Jets finger to the screen and suddenly started to yell.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
~Yah I know that my chapters are awfully short.but I like them that way. Ain't BeBop cool? I know I'm getting off topic here, but this fan fiction is another retelling about how Spike found, if you couldn't already tell, Ein the Data Dog. I wrote this retelling of the story because I like Ein and Spike; it's only fair! LoL.
~*Zutto Aishiteru*~
By: Zutto Aishiteru
Email: I_Luv_Takuma@miakaandtamahome.com
*Disclaimer* The characters of Cowboy BeBop do not belong to me, but the story idea does.
~Dedication~ This story was written especially for my friend Allie Hirota, my fellow Cowboy BeBop freak. Thanks for giving me the encouragement to write this fan fiction.
Chapter One: Are you SERIOUS?!
The sound of smooth jazz music drifts throughout the idol space craft, the BeBop, and within a dark room a figure is practicing martial arts. His movements are like water as he throws rapid punches and kicks. Then, suddenly he just stops to stare out of the large window that looked into the vast expanse of space, the millions of stars illuminating his stern face with their glow.
Then, plucking a cigarette from his discarded shirt, he smiles and runs his hand through his already messy hair. He only turned away from the window when he heard the footsteps behind him coming closer and closer.
"Hey Spike, we got a new bounty to chase. When you're finished training, or whatever you're doing in here, come and take a look. Worth eight million too," exclaimed Jet Black, Spike's friend and fellow companion on the BeBop.
"I'm almost done here anyways," Spike exclaimed while lighting his cigarette and inhaling deeply and then exhaling a billowing cloud of smoke.
Jet ducked back out of the room and made his way back to the small living room as Spike sauntered after him. Sighing, Spike threw his lanky body onto the comfortable yellow couch and was starting to get comfortable when Jet started to talk.
"You know Spike.we don't have to take this bounty, but it is worth eight million and-"
"And it'll pay for Swordfish's repairs, and our food, and more food." Spike trailed on with hunger shining in his eyes. He could taste all of that delicious food already and he could see Swordfish gleaming like new. "We have to get that bounty! So Jet. who is it this time? A thief? Murderer? Hacker? Weirdo? Is he like that other guy.you know, the one who acted like a baby when I stabbed him with my knife when he shot me like ten times? You name him, I get him!"
"Uh.Spike."
"Maybe he's a gunslinger; or maybe it's a woman with a bad attitude or-"
"Spike-"
"Man whatever he or she does, I'm on it! With all that money we could-"
"Spike! God do you ever shut up? I'm not sure if you want the job-"
"What are you talking about?! Of course I want it! We'll bring them down Jet! They can't be that dangerous! Come on, who is it?" Spike rattled on. When Jet didn't respond, Spike opened his eyes and looked at Jet who was sitting on the arm chair to his right.
Sighing, Jet lifted his head from his hands and looked at Spike. A couple of minutes passed by in silence and Spike started to wonder why Jet wasn't telling him who the bounty was on. Jet slowly turned the futuristic computer around and he pointed to a picture.
"That's what the bounty is on. Happy now Spike?" Jet knew that Spike was going to go crazy anytime soon.and it was going to happen in only a matter of minutes. Bracing himself, Jet threw his hands over his ears and waited. And he didn't have to wait long.
Spike followed Jets finger to the screen and suddenly started to yell.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
~Yah I know that my chapters are awfully short.but I like them that way. Ain't BeBop cool? I know I'm getting off topic here, but this fan fiction is another retelling about how Spike found, if you couldn't already tell, Ein the Data Dog. I wrote this retelling of the story because I like Ein and Spike; it's only fair! LoL.
~*Zutto Aishiteru*~
