Tell Me Who I Am
-Chapter 8-
A Picture is worth a Thousand Words
+Sorry it's taken so long… You see, people found it funny to report me for writing a story that has no relation to the series… ::cough:: I'm sorry, but I think for one this is a sequel to Tears of Fallen Rose Petals… and for two, that it DOES HAVE THE COWBOY BEBOP CHARACTERS IN IT!!!+
+I have said my peace. ENJOY! (I could have had this thing posted since Wednesday too!)+
It had already been three years since Faye had given birth to the twins. They had moved to a large apartment on Venus, not far from the beach, yet not close enough where they would be affected by the yearly flooding.
Spike would still occasionally help Jet with the bounty hunting when needed, and Shin would visit frequently to see how his godchildren were doing.
Faye walked into the kitchen and flopped down onto a chair with a sigh. She had finally gotten Jared and Emily to sleep, after an hour of trying. Jared had woken up at three in the morning screaming with a mild fever, and in turn, woke up Emily as well.
Faye let her head rest on the table cradled by her pale arms. Turning her head to the right she glanced at the clock on the microwave, it was already four in the afternoon. 'Spike should be home any minute now.' She smiled at the thought. He was working as a bouncer at a local dance club for teenagers fifteen to nineteen years old. He at first thought it would be a stupid job, but had made fast friends with the manager and a few of the regulars at the place.
Spike would find himself, at first just standing at the door checking IDs and looking macho, but after awhile would find himself in a back room gambling his spare change away with Jack, the manager, Kiley, Josh, and their friend Chris, the three of them came by every other afternoon to gamble, or just for laughs, they were all nineteen. Shin would even make his cameo every so often, and rake away with all the benefits…Twenty bucks tops.
Faye had found herself being an at home mom except for the rare times where she'd work as a reporter for the local paper. Just small articles, but the extra pay helped. She found it relaxing when she wrote and was thinking about writing a novel. Maybe her story, or Spike's…If he'd let her. Or better yet, their story. Smiled, nodding her head.
"I'm home!" Spike swung the door open shouting as he trudged inside. Faye's eyes widened and she ran from the kitchen and into the entry way. Flying her arms out, she shoved Spike into the wall and covered his mouth with her hands. His eyes widened and she shook her head. He tried to speak but all that was heard was a mumble and a low growl of confusion.
"They're asleep!" Faye hissed, pulling her hand away from his mouth. Spike blinked looking down at her. Faye was dressed in a pair of long cotton pants and a yellow tank top. Her hair was pulled back into a small bun, whips hanging into her green eyes.
He nodded. "Sorry." Faye nodded leaning into his frame with a sigh. Spike smiled and pulled her closer kissing her head lightly. "Take a break, you're tired, I can take care of them when they get up.
Faye looked up and nodded. "I already fed Jared; Emily didn't want anything, so she should be hungry when she wakes up." Faye yawned. Spike smirked and nodded his head walking her into the other side of the hall.
"I missed you." He sighed bending down to kiss her cheek lightly and then down towards her neck.
Faye smiled nodding her head. "Missed you too," She paused closing her eyes and letting her hands run through his green locks. "I made you a snack, it's in the fridge. Just a sandwich and there's a bag of chips in the closet." Spike pulled away a wide grin on his face.
"I knew I married you for a reason." Spike sighed in content. Faye's eyes narrowed and she hit him lightly on the arm.
"I'll be in the shower…" Faye trailed off. Spike nodded and tapped her butt as she started to walk away. She hit him again with a slight laugh.
Spike laughed as well, with a smirk on his face. He rubbed his left shoulder meagerly as he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Faye had gotten much better at cooking, she had found her hidden talent after Spike had killed Vicious, and hadn't stopped since. "Heaven…" Spike sighed, taking out the sandwich and nearly drooled at the pure sight of it.
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Faye closed the door to their bedroom and walked over to the radio turning it on. She hummed to the words of a lingering tune. She closed her emerald eyes as she pulled off her shirt and tossed it in the hamper. She stepped into the bathroom, and turned on the shower testing the hot water with her hand before looking back into the mirror.
She stared at her figure. Smiling, she pulled her hair out of its bun and let it flow down to her shoulders. It had grown a little since she had Emily and Jared. She blinked as something flashed. Her eyebrows knitted together and she looked out the window not noticing anything. "Must be seeing things…" She sighed rubbing her face. "If I'm lucky Emily and Jared will let me sleep in, either that, or I'll have Spike get up."
Faye put her hand under the spigot again, before getting in the shower and closing her emerald eyes as the water ran down her body. She spat the water as it poured into her mouth and let her fingers run through her hair making sure that all of it was wet. Sighing, she grabbed the shampoo. "Faye, do you have Mr. Ducky?" Faye paused and she blinked turning towards that voice she loved so much.
"You woke them up?" She whined. She saw Spike's silhouetted figure through the glass and he shook his head.
"Emily woke herself up and hopped out of her crib again." He frowned. "She was trying to scare me, and I ended up spilling my milk all over her." He sighed, shaking his head. "She needs her bath anyway." Faye nodded and bent down grabbing the small rubber duck. She smiled remembering when Shin had come over and brought it over.
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"Faye, Spike!" Shin walked in after knocking once a bright smile on his face. He was waving his arms in the air holding a small boxy. They both came running and covered his mouth forcing Shin against the door.
"Be silent." They hissed in a harsh whisper.
"They finally fell asleep." Spike moaned rubbing his face. He had bags the size of saucers under his two-toned eyes.
"When'd they get up?" Shin smirked, handing Faye a small package.
"Since thee and they haven't gone to sleep yet, so don't talk loudly." Spike gritted his teeth. He needed his sleep.
Faye eyes brightened as she peered down as a small rubber duck. It was the size of her palm, with big blue eyes, a yellow body and an orange beak. "It's so cute." Faye smiled, walking over and giving Shin a quick hug before handing it to Spike.
"A, Mr. Ducky." Spike's eyes seemed to twinkle in delight as nodded his head towards Shin. "They'll love it." He clutched it to his chest.
Faye held back her laughter. "You mean, you'll love it…?" She trailed off as Spike's face flushed and Shin started to chuckle lightly.
"Now who the mature one…" Shin sneered, pointing a finger at Spike.
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Emily couldn't take a bath without her Mr. Ducky, and would go into spits of screaming and crying if forced to take a bath without it. "Here." She opened the pained glass door, and Spike smiled brightly, poking his head in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. She laughed as he dashed out of the room.
"Thanks!" He scrambled out of the bedroom nearly tripping over the dirty wash pile as he darted into the kitchen.
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"Dad." She piped her violet locks of hair were covering her eyes.
"Here's Mr. Duck!" He beamed as he spoke in a chipper voice picking up Emily and carrying her to the bathroom from the kitchen table. It was large for a two-room apartment's bathroom. It had a bath with a built in shower head, a toilet, and sink with counter space too.
Emily laughed kicking her legs in the air as Spike tossed her up and caught her. She was the spitting image of her mother; the same violet thin hair and green eyes. It was the same with Jared, except he took after Spike, brown eyes and dark, thick green hair, but not so unruly. "Bath-bath!" She giggled running over to turn on the tub faucet after Spike put her down.
His eyes widened. "No, no, let daddy do that…" Spike gritted his teeth pushing her hands away. The last thing he wanted was for Emily to scold her hands with the hot water and then start screaming.
He laughed as she spun around in circles, singing the nursery rhyme that Faye would always sing to get them to fall asleep. The door was left open and Faye peered in, a robe wrapped around her body. She smiled and closed her eyes. Four years ago, would Spike have ever considered laughing like that? "There's my girl." Faye cooed. Emily's eyes widened and she ran over to Faye hugging her leg tightly.
Spike leaned against the tub as the water filled it, a seamy mist floating into the air like the morning fog after a thunderstorm. He smiled contently as he watched Faye and Emily. "Mommy, Dad found Mr. Ducky!" She giggled, squeaking him twice. Faye laughed nodding her head.
"I see that." She took Emily's free hand. "I can give her a bath if you want." Faye held back a yawn as she glanced up at Spike.
Spike frowned shaking his head. "No, I'm fine. You look so tired, just relax, okay?" He stood and rubbed her shoulders resting his head in the crook of her neck and kissing her gingerly. Emily's nose wrinkled and she stuck out her tongue.
"Ewwies!" She shouted. Spike pulled away and picked her up.
"Ewwies, huh?" He smiled and pocked Emily side sending her into spits of laughter. Faye smiled.
"Wake me up when you need help." She sighed, letting the yawn escape her lips this time. Spike nodded smiling lightly.
"If I need help." Spike called to her in a cheerful tone, tapping his foot to the beat of the running water.
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Spike covered Emily up and patted her head lightly before walking over to Jared's crib. He was still sound asleep. Spike smirked. 'Takes after me.' He sighed pulling the blankets up a bit before walking out of the room and heading towards the bedroom. Although, Spike only slept soundly when he was asleep…Thankfully Jared hadn't acquired Spike's bad sleeping habits.
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He snickered his black, beady eyes glistened in the shadows of the alleyway as a slight breeze brushed past him. He clutched his camera to his chest. "That was a close one." He frowned, looking up at the apartment. They've gotten big." He whispered standing up.
Letting his nimble fingers run through his hair, he
walked down the alley and around the corner onto the busy street. Kids laughed
skipping past him, their worried mothers chasing after them while waving their
shopping bags and purses. Behind him an old couple walked along, reminiscing on
old memories that would never return, their youth slowly withering away. They
were happy though, together forever.
"Faye, why can't we be
like that old couple, always being with each other loving one another, being at
peace?" He gritted his teeth Spike face burning through his brain like a
fire roaring through a forest during a drought. He needed the water, the
quenching thirst; he needed Faye to be his, not the fires, not Spike's.
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Silently stepping past the array people, and crossed the street listening to the different sounds tickling his scenes. Frowning he approached his apartment and stepped inside whistling meagerly as he reached the stairwell and began his jog up to the third floor.
"I'm home." He called. There was no reply. His pale lips curved upwards into a smirk and his eyes fluttered shut. Tossing the camera to the right it landed on an old beat up couch making the rusted coils squeak under the worn fabric. "How was your day honey?" His voice was cheerful as he stumbled over his feet and towards the fridge.
"Good, how was work baby, wasn't to stressful I hope…" A higher pitched voice cooed as he opened the fridge and locked his hand around the top half of a beer bottle.
"Not too stressing, but its nothing like being home with you." He sighed popping the cap and taking a swig of the bitter sweetness withheld in the bottle.
"I love you so much Vincent, I missed you." The high pitched voice soothed again. Vincent smiled. He was still alone in the room…
+ Well, I think that's one way to end a chapter ^__^'. Let's just say that Vincent has lost his marbles…Not all the light bulbs are on upstairs…In other words, he's insane. What do you think will happen, what do you think should happen? TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! READ + REVIEW! +_+' Thank you to all who has reviewed so far, I love you all.
Also, for those who are trying to read this without reading Tears of Fallen Rose Petals, will soon being getting kind of lost, I may have a few flashbacks and stuff… +