Disclaimer: No, I don't own Cowboy Bebop, but I wouldn't mind owning Spike
-_-'.
Unwanted: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: Pg-13
Category: Romance/ Drama
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Chapter 7: Tears from Heaven
Spike tilted his head back, letting the whiskey slide down his throat. He forcefully slammed his glass on the counter, motioning for another shot.
It had been three months since he left the Bebop, and boy did he miss the old days.
He missed eating Jet's bell peppers and beef. He missed the way Ed always spoke in third-person. And...
He missed Faye. He longed for her to nag at him again, or smack him for saying something ignorant. But it was all his fault... She left because of his stubborness. She could still be here bitching at him, if only he hadn't let Julia blur his view of the world. In fact...
He had grown to hate her after Faye left.
Julia, with her enticing deep blue eyes and golden hair, wasn't his angel anymore, but the devil sent to possess him, use him...
Spike gravely pulled the familiar golden locket out of his pocket, gazing at it intently.
He had grown fond of this locket, always carrying it everywhere, and pulling it out every so often to study every bit of sorrow that had been cursed on it. He would wish that someday this would unfold Faye's past, guiding him to her. But he knew better than that...
Spike woefully shoved the locket back in his pocket, pulling out a slightly crumpled cigarette in return. He irritatedly searched for a lighter, tearing through his pockets like a hungry beggar. There was a slight chuckle from the bartender as he watched him.
" Need some help?" The bartender joked, taking out a lighter and lighting his cicarette apprehensivly.
Spike gave the man a weak smile, " Thanks.."
" No problem..." The man smiled brightly, chuckling lightly. His happiness was actually starting to get to Spike..
Spike turned away from the man, returning to his drink. He took a long drag of his cigarette, sighing in relief as he inhaled the nicotine. He shut his eyes wearily, hoping all his troubles would melt away...
" Woman troubles?" His voice startled Spike, reverting him from his thoughts. Spike glanced at the man, narrowing his eyes slightly. What the hell does he care anyways, he's just a bartender...
" Guess you can say that..." Spike had no idea why he answered the persistent bastard....
" Yeah... sometimes they just aren't worth the trouble." He laughed dryly at his joke. Spike remained silent as he stared at the cigarette smoke swirling lightly around him.
The man tried again..." Did she cheat on you? I hate it when they do that..." He laughed again... Boy was this guy getting annoying...
" She left me..." Spike's voice was very blunt and emotionless.
" Oh, well, it's all the same thing, right?" The man chuckled.
Spike glanced at him, looking him directly in the eye." No.. it's not, it's totally different..."
" Uh, yeah, guess you're right..." The man withdrew, backing away a little.
" If she cheats on you, she loves some one else. But is she leaves you, she's suddendly forgotten the love you shared..." Spike was still being very blunt...
" Y-"
" And if she cheats on you, she's fucking some one else, without your approval! But if she leaves you, she has every right to fuck some one else freely!" Spike interupted him.
" Dude... I said I agree, calm down..." The bartender started walking away, a little startled by the cowboy's behavior.
" Sorry, man..." Spike is...apologizing?!
The bartnder returned, sending Spike a reassuring smile. " I understand how it is...."
" It's just... I miss her, you know?" What the hell is going on here... Spike must really be losing it...
" Yeah, they tend to do that to you..."
Spike sighed, thinking aloud. " Faye has always been the type I'd hate, but...when she leaves..."
The bartneder quirked up." Faye?"
" Yeah... that's her name..." Spike was confused...
" Pretty girl? Green eyes, violet hair?" The man's description was a little vague, but Spike on caught on right away.
" You know who she is?" Spike jumped up, his cigarette falling loose around his thin lips.
" Yeah, she lives just a few blocks up from here..."
Spike's eyes widened. This couldn't be right, could it?
" She's always coming down here, getting wasted on Vodka or whatever she can get her hands on..." He explained, shame in his voice.
Spike's face filled with concern. He didn't do this to her... did he?
" How long has she lived here?" Spike was determined to find her.
" I'd say about six months..." The man estimated.
" Where does she live again?" Spike couldn't believe his ears.
" Monroe Woods apartments, it's about five blocks from here..." He pointed behind him, presumed by his estimation.
Spike remained silent, his eyes widening in astonishment. She's been here the whole time, right under his nose. This couldn't be right, he had to mean some one else...
" Although I haven't seen her in a few weeks..." The bartender commented.
Spike ignored his comment, he didn't care if he'd seen her in two weeks or two years, all that mattered was that he'd found some type of evidence of her. " Thank you..." Spike shook the man's hand, smiling for the first time in a few months.
" For what?" The man joked, chuckling lightly. Spike smiled again, before quickly grabbing his coat and hurrying out of there as fast as he could.
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He nervously stood in front of the ratty apartments, hastily placing a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. Fear overcame him slowly, and he was a little taken a back by this feeling. Spike sighed aggravatedly, shoving his agitated feelings away.
How could Faye, of all people, get his feelings so mixed up?
He sighed again, but this time, with more sorrow, for the fact that he had let her fall into these conditions. The building he was standing in front of looked anything besides living quarters, and there were many homeless folk scattered outside, scrounging for anything to eat.
Why had she settled for something like this over the Bebop? He couldn't have hurt her that bad? Could he?
As Spike cautiously stepped closer towards the building, he felt a steady rain begin to penetrate through him. He glanced up at the faded sky, watching the tears from heaven invade the sorrows of the sinful world he was forced into. He shut his eyes tightly and sighed again, making his way towards the building.
" Scuse' me mistah'... this place is for Monroe peoples onlay'..." An old beggar stopped him, obviously drunk out of his mind.
Spike glanced at the useless form before him. " Listen, I'm looking for someone, okay?" Spike apparently didn't see the ignorance in his voice...
" Nope, no cops are aloud 'round here," He snorted, tripping towards the ground. Spike didn't bother to catch the old man...
" I'm not a cop damn it!" Spike yelled at the man," Will you just listen to me?! Do you know of some one named Faye Valentine!"
" Fay-ee? Nope, nope sorry mistah'," The man stuttered, searching for his bottle of whiskey.
" I know of her..." A quiet voice answered.
Spike shot his head around, suprise etched on his face.
" But, I wouldn't go near her, she's Mr. Jacob's property..." The small girl replied shyly.
She was a cute little girl. Long brown hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes that sparkled, despite the condition she was living in. Spike's heart wrenched at the sight of her.
" Property?" Spike seemed confused.
" Yes, he told me that she was his toy he could use anytime he wanted..." the girl was too innocent to understand...
Spike's eyes widened. Faye would never let anyone do that to her. Would she?
" Where is he?"
The little girl smiled reassuringly at the panicked look on Spike's face. " He went away..."
" Will he be back?" Spike was determined.
" I don't think so mister..." The little girl replied, perplexed by his questions. Spike moved towards her, kneeling down in front of her. He smiled, taking her hand in his.
" Do you know where I can find Miss Faye?" He asked, searching his pockets.
" A big white truck took her away..." The little girl paused.
Spike's eyes widened. An ambulance?
" She told me that she was going to have a few boo-boos fixed..." She scratched her head lightly.
Spike smiled again, hiding the pain his heart was feeling. " Thank you..." He whispered, pulling a candy bar out of his pocket and placing it in the little girl's hand. She smiled widely and her eyes sparkled with appreciation. Spike patted her head lightly, chuckling as the little girl devoured the candy bar, smearing bits of chocolate along her face. He turned to leave, but he felt a slight tug on the back of his coat.
" Please bring back my Faye safely..." The small girl uttered quietly, giving Spike a tight hug. Spike frowned at the pain and sorrow he saw in her eyes. How could anyone live the way this small child did? It was like there was nothing to live for except for the seach for food or shelter, even at such a young age...
Spike smiled reassuringly one last time, before turning away from the woeful child. He fought the tears brimming in his eyes...
For Faye and for the life of this lost child...
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So sorry I took so long to update =(. I've been busy with school and such...
I hope you like this chappie! I actually like this one a lot. It shows the changing of Spike's emotions and personality because of his hidden love for Faye ( for example, the concern he showed to the child). And please don't forget to update!
Unwanted: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: Pg-13
Category: Romance/ Drama
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Chapter 7: Tears from Heaven
Spike tilted his head back, letting the whiskey slide down his throat. He forcefully slammed his glass on the counter, motioning for another shot.
It had been three months since he left the Bebop, and boy did he miss the old days.
He missed eating Jet's bell peppers and beef. He missed the way Ed always spoke in third-person. And...
He missed Faye. He longed for her to nag at him again, or smack him for saying something ignorant. But it was all his fault... She left because of his stubborness. She could still be here bitching at him, if only he hadn't let Julia blur his view of the world. In fact...
He had grown to hate her after Faye left.
Julia, with her enticing deep blue eyes and golden hair, wasn't his angel anymore, but the devil sent to possess him, use him...
Spike gravely pulled the familiar golden locket out of his pocket, gazing at it intently.
He had grown fond of this locket, always carrying it everywhere, and pulling it out every so often to study every bit of sorrow that had been cursed on it. He would wish that someday this would unfold Faye's past, guiding him to her. But he knew better than that...
Spike woefully shoved the locket back in his pocket, pulling out a slightly crumpled cigarette in return. He irritatedly searched for a lighter, tearing through his pockets like a hungry beggar. There was a slight chuckle from the bartender as he watched him.
" Need some help?" The bartender joked, taking out a lighter and lighting his cicarette apprehensivly.
Spike gave the man a weak smile, " Thanks.."
" No problem..." The man smiled brightly, chuckling lightly. His happiness was actually starting to get to Spike..
Spike turned away from the man, returning to his drink. He took a long drag of his cigarette, sighing in relief as he inhaled the nicotine. He shut his eyes wearily, hoping all his troubles would melt away...
" Woman troubles?" His voice startled Spike, reverting him from his thoughts. Spike glanced at the man, narrowing his eyes slightly. What the hell does he care anyways, he's just a bartender...
" Guess you can say that..." Spike had no idea why he answered the persistent bastard....
" Yeah... sometimes they just aren't worth the trouble." He laughed dryly at his joke. Spike remained silent as he stared at the cigarette smoke swirling lightly around him.
The man tried again..." Did she cheat on you? I hate it when they do that..." He laughed again... Boy was this guy getting annoying...
" She left me..." Spike's voice was very blunt and emotionless.
" Oh, well, it's all the same thing, right?" The man chuckled.
Spike glanced at him, looking him directly in the eye." No.. it's not, it's totally different..."
" Uh, yeah, guess you're right..." The man withdrew, backing away a little.
" If she cheats on you, she loves some one else. But is she leaves you, she's suddendly forgotten the love you shared..." Spike was still being very blunt...
" Y-"
" And if she cheats on you, she's fucking some one else, without your approval! But if she leaves you, she has every right to fuck some one else freely!" Spike interupted him.
" Dude... I said I agree, calm down..." The bartender started walking away, a little startled by the cowboy's behavior.
" Sorry, man..." Spike is...apologizing?!
The bartnder returned, sending Spike a reassuring smile. " I understand how it is...."
" It's just... I miss her, you know?" What the hell is going on here... Spike must really be losing it...
" Yeah, they tend to do that to you..."
Spike sighed, thinking aloud. " Faye has always been the type I'd hate, but...when she leaves..."
The bartneder quirked up." Faye?"
" Yeah... that's her name..." Spike was confused...
" Pretty girl? Green eyes, violet hair?" The man's description was a little vague, but Spike on caught on right away.
" You know who she is?" Spike jumped up, his cigarette falling loose around his thin lips.
" Yeah, she lives just a few blocks up from here..."
Spike's eyes widened. This couldn't be right, could it?
" She's always coming down here, getting wasted on Vodka or whatever she can get her hands on..." He explained, shame in his voice.
Spike's face filled with concern. He didn't do this to her... did he?
" How long has she lived here?" Spike was determined to find her.
" I'd say about six months..." The man estimated.
" Where does she live again?" Spike couldn't believe his ears.
" Monroe Woods apartments, it's about five blocks from here..." He pointed behind him, presumed by his estimation.
Spike remained silent, his eyes widening in astonishment. She's been here the whole time, right under his nose. This couldn't be right, he had to mean some one else...
" Although I haven't seen her in a few weeks..." The bartender commented.
Spike ignored his comment, he didn't care if he'd seen her in two weeks or two years, all that mattered was that he'd found some type of evidence of her. " Thank you..." Spike shook the man's hand, smiling for the first time in a few months.
" For what?" The man joked, chuckling lightly. Spike smiled again, before quickly grabbing his coat and hurrying out of there as fast as he could.
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He nervously stood in front of the ratty apartments, hastily placing a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. Fear overcame him slowly, and he was a little taken a back by this feeling. Spike sighed aggravatedly, shoving his agitated feelings away.
How could Faye, of all people, get his feelings so mixed up?
He sighed again, but this time, with more sorrow, for the fact that he had let her fall into these conditions. The building he was standing in front of looked anything besides living quarters, and there were many homeless folk scattered outside, scrounging for anything to eat.
Why had she settled for something like this over the Bebop? He couldn't have hurt her that bad? Could he?
As Spike cautiously stepped closer towards the building, he felt a steady rain begin to penetrate through him. He glanced up at the faded sky, watching the tears from heaven invade the sorrows of the sinful world he was forced into. He shut his eyes tightly and sighed again, making his way towards the building.
" Scuse' me mistah'... this place is for Monroe peoples onlay'..." An old beggar stopped him, obviously drunk out of his mind.
Spike glanced at the useless form before him. " Listen, I'm looking for someone, okay?" Spike apparently didn't see the ignorance in his voice...
" Nope, no cops are aloud 'round here," He snorted, tripping towards the ground. Spike didn't bother to catch the old man...
" I'm not a cop damn it!" Spike yelled at the man," Will you just listen to me?! Do you know of some one named Faye Valentine!"
" Fay-ee? Nope, nope sorry mistah'," The man stuttered, searching for his bottle of whiskey.
" I know of her..." A quiet voice answered.
Spike shot his head around, suprise etched on his face.
" But, I wouldn't go near her, she's Mr. Jacob's property..." The small girl replied shyly.
She was a cute little girl. Long brown hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes that sparkled, despite the condition she was living in. Spike's heart wrenched at the sight of her.
" Property?" Spike seemed confused.
" Yes, he told me that she was his toy he could use anytime he wanted..." the girl was too innocent to understand...
Spike's eyes widened. Faye would never let anyone do that to her. Would she?
" Where is he?"
The little girl smiled reassuringly at the panicked look on Spike's face. " He went away..."
" Will he be back?" Spike was determined.
" I don't think so mister..." The little girl replied, perplexed by his questions. Spike moved towards her, kneeling down in front of her. He smiled, taking her hand in his.
" Do you know where I can find Miss Faye?" He asked, searching his pockets.
" A big white truck took her away..." The little girl paused.
Spike's eyes widened. An ambulance?
" She told me that she was going to have a few boo-boos fixed..." She scratched her head lightly.
Spike smiled again, hiding the pain his heart was feeling. " Thank you..." He whispered, pulling a candy bar out of his pocket and placing it in the little girl's hand. She smiled widely and her eyes sparkled with appreciation. Spike patted her head lightly, chuckling as the little girl devoured the candy bar, smearing bits of chocolate along her face. He turned to leave, but he felt a slight tug on the back of his coat.
" Please bring back my Faye safely..." The small girl uttered quietly, giving Spike a tight hug. Spike frowned at the pain and sorrow he saw in her eyes. How could anyone live the way this small child did? It was like there was nothing to live for except for the seach for food or shelter, even at such a young age...
Spike smiled reassuringly one last time, before turning away from the woeful child. He fought the tears brimming in his eyes...
For Faye and for the life of this lost child...
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So sorry I took so long to update =(. I've been busy with school and such...
I hope you like this chappie! I actually like this one a lot. It shows the changing of Spike's emotions and personality because of his hidden love for Faye ( for example, the concern he showed to the child). And please don't forget to update!