Hey this is LadySilverDragon and Shangri La sending you another chap for Blood & Amnesia!
Faye: Is this chapter more interesting then the last? Because if not I'm leaving now
LadySilverDragon: Wait and see! please if not you can leave Ok?
Faye: Fine
Disclaimer: Neither Shangri La or I own Cowboy BeBop.
Vicious' View:
It was around ten o'clock the next morning when I awoke. It was………strange. Strange to see the sun slanting in golden rays through the window, falling across the white sheets draped over my body and the other inhabitant of the bed. Think about it. I've spent all of my life that I can remember waking up in a hospital cot, the starched, rough sheets stiff and blindingly white, the only person to greet me being a nurse or doctor that would come in later and most likely have some sort of unpleasant activity ahead. And then, one day, just when I was losing hope that I actually had a past, a beautiful woman, tall and slender and perfect, her black hair just barely brushing thin shoulders, green eyes laced with a most brilliant amber, turns around the corner and shouts, "Hey! I know you!" And tells me my real name.
Vicious.
It's a funny thing. I chose Benjamin. She said Vicious. Why would I be called that? Perhaps a friend found me to be like that, or it's just a joke. I don't feel vicious.
I glanced over to see my wife, May, lying curled up under the covers on the far edge of the bed, nearly clinging to it for dear life. She seemed almost tense even as she slept, as though anxiety pierced her dreams. So I just laid there and watched her, my eyes narrowed in concentration. It's a huge relief to know that you have someone to help you when you feel like you're stumbling through darkness, someone to worry for you when you don't even know your true identity.
I climbed out of bed and threw on a shirt, already wearing a pair of black sweat pants, and then wandered out to the kitchen to familiarize myself with the place. My stomach grumbled loudly, complaining and wanting for some substantial food. I rubbed my palms together and smiled. No more hospital food!
Within moments, I had cleared the cabinets of all they contained: Half a jar of jelly, some peanut butter, not quite a loaf of bread, and in the refrigerator, two eggs, an apple, and just a bit of margarine. Well, that's all I supposed one should need, and I quickly threw together the best looking breakfast I'd ever seen. Well, remembered seeing, anyway.
But………
Somehow, the appeal quickly faded. I seemed to be used to something much finer. Maybe my parents were rich and they disowned me when I married May. Maybe I used to be rich and then we went bankrupt! The possibilities are endless - they always have been. Except now I can question my wife.
I sat down to what my efforts had produced at the table. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I didn't quite remember how to work an oven - I must've never known how - and even the toaster seemed to be a challenge.
May walked out, as if on cue, as my thoughts fell to a lull, and yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. The sleeve of her green and white striped pajamas fell over her palms to the knuckles and she looked quite cute in the oversized sleep wear. The pants were too long as well.
"Hey," I said cheerfully, "long night?" I didn't quite remember her ever coming to bed. I'd fallen asleep by the time she'd come in.
"You have no idea," she muttered.
I looked at her sharply, wondering what that was supposed to mean. Her tone insinuated that I was the root of all her problems. I vaguely wondered if we'd been having marital problems before my 'accident'. Whatever that was. No one seemed to know. The doctors had released me saying I didn't need anymore help from them aside from a few check-ups, just to be sure I was in good health, and that memory would return to me eventually if I just kept being reminded of things in the past. May was the only therapy I needed, they said. Why was she being so edgy?
She caught on to my worry and suspicion and seemed startled. "Oh," she quickly began to correct herself in that wonderfully smooth, deep voice of hers - so much like music - "I didn't mean that. I meant, I was up late last night. I mean, I'm fine. I mean, oh, never mind!" She agitatedly moved away, grabbing the apple out of the refrigerator. I went back to my small breakfast at the kitchen table, and gazed out the window as I ate.
