Spike smiled when He had heard what Blaze had in mind for Faye.
"You know, that won't stop her from stealing, it'll just make he leave you and your stuff alone for about a month at the most." Spike said relaxed. Blaze smiled.
"I know, but if she tries to steal anything from me again, I won't be half as forgiving." He said quietly as his ship neared the Bebop. Blaze boarded his mono racer and sped through the small gap between the two ships, landing it in the hanger.
"Spike, what the Hell are you doing?" Jet asked as he made his way to the hanger where his old comrade was.
"I'm just tending to some business, that's all." He answered, bored. Jet sighed and let Spike go meet Blaze. He opened the hanger door to be greeted by Blaze, who was loading a gun.
"Good thing you loaded it before we met up with Faye." He said amusedly. Blaze did a small half smile as he neared Spike.
"Yeah, it would've ruined the whole effect if she saw me load it." He stowed the gun in a pocket in his brown trench coat and followed Spike to the living room. When Faye saw Blaze, she jumped up and started to run off. Blaze went after her, catching her in a matter of seconds. He grabbed her shoulder and squeezed it painfully.
"You have something of mine, Faye." He said in a dangerously low voice as he pointed a gun at her head. Jet looked as though he were about to shoot Blaze right where he stood as Spike ushered Ed and Ein out of the room.
"What, you mean the picture? Here, you can have it, I didn't mean to take it, I just forgot that I had it in my hand, please don't shoot me." She said faintly as she handed Blaze the picture. Blaze grabbed it and grinned lopsidedly, making Faye cringe.
"You stole something that was precious to me. For that you're going to have to pay." He squeezed the trigger of the gun. A loud explosion ricocheted through the living room of the Bebop as Jet pulled out his gun, aiming it at Blazes head.
"Put the gun down or I will shoot." Blaze looked at him, still grinning.
"Relax. She isn't dead. Look and see for yourself." Jet looked at Faye and found that she wasn't dead at all. What he did see though made him crack up with laughter.
"What happened? What are you guys laughing at?" Faye asked indignantly, soaking in the fact that she was still alive. That just made Spike and Jet laugh harder. Blaze wasn't laughing, but it was obvious that he was about to start at any minute.
"Look in a mirror Faye Valentine." He said happily.
"Alright, I will." She said as she left the room, making her way to her room. Once she got there and looked in the mirror, a loud scream could be heard throughout the entire ship.
"What did you do to me?" She screamed, storming back into the living room. She was holding a gun that was the exact shade of gray as her face was painted.
"It was just a paintball. You know, the kind that kids use when they can't get a hold of real bullets. It should come off in about a few weeks, unless what I've heard of you is true. If you try to scrub your face until the paint comes off, you'll be in the shower for a week, either that or you'll scrub the skin off of your face." Just then Ed ran back into the room. She looked at Faye and jumped on her.
"Faye Faye's face all gray gray gray. Like a granny's hair gray!" She said, giggling madly. Faye shoved Ed off of her and went back to her room to take a shower. Blaze sat down, his smile fading slightly as he put the photo back in his pocket. Jet relaxed and put his gun away. He walked over to where Spike and Blaze were sitting and looked at the pair, slightly confused.
"Alright, I know I'm missing something here. Want to fill me in?" He asked, or rather, demanded.
"Blaze and I are old friends Jet." Spike answered, making it quite clear that he didn't really want to divulge any further knowledge. Jet nodded, knowing full well that there was a story behind what Spike had said, but due to his code of honor, and his knowledge of Spike, he didn't inquire any further.
((AN. I'm going to be relying on your reviews for ideas, ok? Sorry but I'm quite out of ideas at the moment.))
"You know, that won't stop her from stealing, it'll just make he leave you and your stuff alone for about a month at the most." Spike said relaxed. Blaze smiled.
"I know, but if she tries to steal anything from me again, I won't be half as forgiving." He said quietly as his ship neared the Bebop. Blaze boarded his mono racer and sped through the small gap between the two ships, landing it in the hanger.
"Spike, what the Hell are you doing?" Jet asked as he made his way to the hanger where his old comrade was.
"I'm just tending to some business, that's all." He answered, bored. Jet sighed and let Spike go meet Blaze. He opened the hanger door to be greeted by Blaze, who was loading a gun.
"Good thing you loaded it before we met up with Faye." He said amusedly. Blaze did a small half smile as he neared Spike.
"Yeah, it would've ruined the whole effect if she saw me load it." He stowed the gun in a pocket in his brown trench coat and followed Spike to the living room. When Faye saw Blaze, she jumped up and started to run off. Blaze went after her, catching her in a matter of seconds. He grabbed her shoulder and squeezed it painfully.
"You have something of mine, Faye." He said in a dangerously low voice as he pointed a gun at her head. Jet looked as though he were about to shoot Blaze right where he stood as Spike ushered Ed and Ein out of the room.
"What, you mean the picture? Here, you can have it, I didn't mean to take it, I just forgot that I had it in my hand, please don't shoot me." She said faintly as she handed Blaze the picture. Blaze grabbed it and grinned lopsidedly, making Faye cringe.
"You stole something that was precious to me. For that you're going to have to pay." He squeezed the trigger of the gun. A loud explosion ricocheted through the living room of the Bebop as Jet pulled out his gun, aiming it at Blazes head.
"Put the gun down or I will shoot." Blaze looked at him, still grinning.
"Relax. She isn't dead. Look and see for yourself." Jet looked at Faye and found that she wasn't dead at all. What he did see though made him crack up with laughter.
"What happened? What are you guys laughing at?" Faye asked indignantly, soaking in the fact that she was still alive. That just made Spike and Jet laugh harder. Blaze wasn't laughing, but it was obvious that he was about to start at any minute.
"Look in a mirror Faye Valentine." He said happily.
"Alright, I will." She said as she left the room, making her way to her room. Once she got there and looked in the mirror, a loud scream could be heard throughout the entire ship.
"What did you do to me?" She screamed, storming back into the living room. She was holding a gun that was the exact shade of gray as her face was painted.
"It was just a paintball. You know, the kind that kids use when they can't get a hold of real bullets. It should come off in about a few weeks, unless what I've heard of you is true. If you try to scrub your face until the paint comes off, you'll be in the shower for a week, either that or you'll scrub the skin off of your face." Just then Ed ran back into the room. She looked at Faye and jumped on her.
"Faye Faye's face all gray gray gray. Like a granny's hair gray!" She said, giggling madly. Faye shoved Ed off of her and went back to her room to take a shower. Blaze sat down, his smile fading slightly as he put the photo back in his pocket. Jet relaxed and put his gun away. He walked over to where Spike and Blaze were sitting and looked at the pair, slightly confused.
"Alright, I know I'm missing something here. Want to fill me in?" He asked, or rather, demanded.
"Blaze and I are old friends Jet." Spike answered, making it quite clear that he didn't really want to divulge any further knowledge. Jet nodded, knowing full well that there was a story behind what Spike had said, but due to his code of honor, and his knowledge of Spike, he didn't inquire any further.
((AN. I'm going to be relying on your reviews for ideas, ok? Sorry but I'm quite out of ideas at the moment.))