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 Two: Shut Up
After hours of Spike's yelling and ranting, Jet's head felt like it had been run over, shot through, and smashed into a million tiny pieces. Even after all those hours, Spike was still going strong and Jet did wish that he would stop.
"I can't fricken believe this! Why the heck would they put an eight million bounty on something as stupid as that?! What, have people gone MAD? Eight million, practically good money, spent on that? What the hell is their problem?!" Spike ranted on as he paced furiously back and forth in front of Jet.
Jet's eyes followed him back and forth and he swore he was getting motion sickness just from watching Spike. He groaned as another wave of nausea and pain washed over him. Holding up a hand as if to ward off Spike's words, he suddenly said, "Spike, if you don't shut up right now, I'll shoot you. I swear you really don't shut up! The stupid dog is worth eight million because he's a data dog which means he's incredibly smart and he knows a lot. That's what the "hell" is wrong with them ok? Now shut up, my head feels like it's gonna burst!" Groaning, Jet collapsed back into his chair and laid his head back on his folded arms.
Sulking (A/N: with a kawaii smirk mind you) Spike muttered under his breath "Well I still think there's something wrong with them."
"Shut up already.or get out!" Jet threw a magazine in Spikes direction as of to warn him.
"Ok, ok I get the point. I'll go look for the stupid dog. Don't kill yourself Jet," Spike said as he walked out the door waving a hand over his shoulder.
"I'll kill him one day." Jet groaned as he collapsed into the chair and the pain started to take over his brain.
"I wish he'd just.shut.up."
~Another short chapter.I'm really sorry about that, but we're in the last quarter for school and we have LOTS of homework, which means that I don't have a lot of time to write, but I make time because I want to finish this story.
~*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 Two: Shut Up
After hours of Spike's yelling and ranting, Jet's head felt like it had been run over, shot through, and smashed into a million tiny pieces. Even after all those hours, Spike was still going strong and Jet did wish that he would stop.
"I can't fricken believe this! Why the heck would they put an eight million bounty on something as stupid as that?! What, have people gone MAD? Eight million, practically good money, spent on that? What the hell is their problem?!" Spike ranted on as he paced furiously back and forth in front of Jet.
Jet's eyes followed him back and forth and he swore he was getting motion sickness just from watching Spike. He groaned as another wave of nausea and pain washed over him. Holding up a hand as if to ward off Spike's words, he suddenly said, "Spike, if you don't shut up right now, I'll shoot you. I swear you really don't shut up! The stupid dog is worth eight million because he's a data dog which means he's incredibly smart and he knows a lot. That's what the "hell" is wrong with them ok? Now shut up, my head feels like it's gonna burst!" Groaning, Jet collapsed back into his chair and laid his head back on his folded arms.
Sulking (A/N: with a kawaii smirk mind you) Spike muttered under his breath "Well I still think there's something wrong with them."
"Shut up already.or get out!" Jet threw a magazine in Spikes direction as of to warn him.
"Ok, ok I get the point. I'll go look for the stupid dog. Don't kill yourself Jet," Spike said as he walked out the door waving a hand over his shoulder.
"I'll kill him one day." Jet groaned as he collapsed into the chair and the pain started to take over his brain.
"I wish he'd just.shut.up."
~Another short chapter.I'm really sorry about that, but we're in the last quarter for school and we have LOTS of homework, which means that I don't have a lot of time to write, but I make time because I want to finish this story.
~*Zutto Aishiteru*~
