Disclaimer - I have no money for a witty disclaimer, which means I sho'nuff
don't have enough money to buy Cowboy Bebop.
"Look Me in the Eye"
a product of Nataku-chan Incorporated ^_^
Chapter 1 - Waking, Waiting, and Wondering
"I paid my last respects this morning on an early grave
Already said goodbye...nothin' left to say
A tiny church, a tiny town and not a tear was spent
Not how I wanted it... I'm hating all of this"
-Nickelback, "Woke Up This Morning"
Ka-chink. A tiny flame spurted forth from the metal chamber, incinerating
the cigarette's end. Embers formed and glowed, sending tendirls of smoke
into his line of vision.
With the cigarette lit and burning, Spike resumed his vigil. The hallway
leading to the Bebop's private quarters him remained empty; no one had
passed through in the last hour. He hadn't had any human contact
( excluding Ed and Ein... they had been his only takers ) in the last 2 hours.
That hadn't bothered him that much, except for the fact that there was one
person who hadn't made themself visible. The damn door still hadn't been
opened.
It had been 3 whole days! Spike puffed away on the poor cig in agitation. It
wouldn't have bothered him so much before, but being confined to the couch
while he recuperated hadn't left him with much else to do. So, he had resigned
himself to waiting - with no results. He was frustrated, tired, and hungry.
Moreover, he was confused. What was the deal anyway? Nursing him back to
health only to disappear from sight once he woke up; not one word, slap, nothing.
What was with that?
A beep from the kitchen threw Spike off of his train of thought. "83 hours."
Amusement could be heard in the ex-cop's gruff tone.
"Don't mock me, old man." Spike growled through clenched teeth. He absently
reached down to tug on one of the many bandages adorning his torso. The
blasted things itched like a mother...
"No scratching!" A hand quickly shot out and smacked his away. "That's a
no-no!"
Spike looked up to shoot Edward a surly glare. "I wasn't."
"No scratchy-scratch, Spike-person." she scolded with a grin. "Or else it'll
never heal."
She was right, he knew, but he growled just the same. "Don't you have
something better to do?"
"Nope." Edward answered. "Edward doesn't have Tomato to play with, it's
being borrowed." Spike blinked at this. "Besides, Jet-papa says no bounties
'til Spike-person gets better."
Though Spike was well aware of that fact, along with the fact that Jet had
been redubbed '-papa' following his adoption of Ed after the whole 'Earth inci-
dent' as they had come to call it. However, it still aggravated Spike to no end
that the rest of the crew was using his injuries as a get-out-of-work-free card.
"Slackers," he muttered.
"Don't you worry, Spike-person," Edward chirped. "Nurse Edward will not
slack off on the job!"
Spike paled slightly. "Th-that's not..."
"No, Edward insists!" The young hacker latched onto him unaware of his
gurgled protests of pain. "Edward will take good care of Spike-person
so he doesn't die and leave Bebop-Bebop all alone!"
Spike seemed slightly touched despite the new pain he felt from places he
hadn't thought possible. Could you bruise your spleen?
"Don't worry, Ed," he replied. "I'm not gonna go anywhere. I can barely walk,
remember?" He vaguely remembered trying to run away from Edward when she
had discovered how to use the welder.
"Right," Edward nodded. "Does Spike-person need to..."
Spike paused. "Need to what?"
"See a man about a horse?"
Spike nearly facefaulted. He could hear Jet guffawing from the kitchen.
Somehow he'd find a way to take revenge. Getting an idea, he turned to
Edward. "Hey, Ed, I need you to do me a favor."
"Sure!"
"I need to find me..." he paused for affect. "The moss that grows in the lowest
cargo bay of the ship. Go!"
He vaguely wondered if she would come across any living mutations like before,
but before he could retract the request, Edward jumped up with an eager squeal,
taking off.
"Right-o!"
Spike shook his head as he watched her retreating form. Once she was out of
sight, he planted his hands down on the coffee table, bracing himself for the pain
to come. With a few quick breaths, Spike forced himself to his feet, away from
the couch and into he hallway.
He had been putting it off long enough - it was time to find his wandering Romani.
~End of Chapter 1
don't have enough money to buy Cowboy Bebop.
"Look Me in the Eye"
a product of Nataku-chan Incorporated ^_^
Chapter 1 - Waking, Waiting, and Wondering
"I paid my last respects this morning on an early grave
Already said goodbye...nothin' left to say
A tiny church, a tiny town and not a tear was spent
Not how I wanted it... I'm hating all of this"
-Nickelback, "Woke Up This Morning"
Ka-chink. A tiny flame spurted forth from the metal chamber, incinerating
the cigarette's end. Embers formed and glowed, sending tendirls of smoke
into his line of vision.
With the cigarette lit and burning, Spike resumed his vigil. The hallway
leading to the Bebop's private quarters him remained empty; no one had
passed through in the last hour. He hadn't had any human contact
( excluding Ed and Ein... they had been his only takers ) in the last 2 hours.
That hadn't bothered him that much, except for the fact that there was one
person who hadn't made themself visible. The damn door still hadn't been
opened.
It had been 3 whole days! Spike puffed away on the poor cig in agitation. It
wouldn't have bothered him so much before, but being confined to the couch
while he recuperated hadn't left him with much else to do. So, he had resigned
himself to waiting - with no results. He was frustrated, tired, and hungry.
Moreover, he was confused. What was the deal anyway? Nursing him back to
health only to disappear from sight once he woke up; not one word, slap, nothing.
What was with that?
A beep from the kitchen threw Spike off of his train of thought. "83 hours."
Amusement could be heard in the ex-cop's gruff tone.
"Don't mock me, old man." Spike growled through clenched teeth. He absently
reached down to tug on one of the many bandages adorning his torso. The
blasted things itched like a mother...
"No scratching!" A hand quickly shot out and smacked his away. "That's a
no-no!"
Spike looked up to shoot Edward a surly glare. "I wasn't."
"No scratchy-scratch, Spike-person." she scolded with a grin. "Or else it'll
never heal."
She was right, he knew, but he growled just the same. "Don't you have
something better to do?"
"Nope." Edward answered. "Edward doesn't have Tomato to play with, it's
being borrowed." Spike blinked at this. "Besides, Jet-papa says no bounties
'til Spike-person gets better."
Though Spike was well aware of that fact, along with the fact that Jet had
been redubbed '-papa' following his adoption of Ed after the whole 'Earth inci-
dent' as they had come to call it. However, it still aggravated Spike to no end
that the rest of the crew was using his injuries as a get-out-of-work-free card.
"Slackers," he muttered.
"Don't you worry, Spike-person," Edward chirped. "Nurse Edward will not
slack off on the job!"
Spike paled slightly. "Th-that's not..."
"No, Edward insists!" The young hacker latched onto him unaware of his
gurgled protests of pain. "Edward will take good care of Spike-person
so he doesn't die and leave Bebop-Bebop all alone!"
Spike seemed slightly touched despite the new pain he felt from places he
hadn't thought possible. Could you bruise your spleen?
"Don't worry, Ed," he replied. "I'm not gonna go anywhere. I can barely walk,
remember?" He vaguely remembered trying to run away from Edward when she
had discovered how to use the welder.
"Right," Edward nodded. "Does Spike-person need to..."
Spike paused. "Need to what?"
"See a man about a horse?"
Spike nearly facefaulted. He could hear Jet guffawing from the kitchen.
Somehow he'd find a way to take revenge. Getting an idea, he turned to
Edward. "Hey, Ed, I need you to do me a favor."
"Sure!"
"I need to find me..." he paused for affect. "The moss that grows in the lowest
cargo bay of the ship. Go!"
He vaguely wondered if she would come across any living mutations like before,
but before he could retract the request, Edward jumped up with an eager squeal,
taking off.
"Right-o!"
Spike shook his head as he watched her retreating form. Once she was out of
sight, he planted his hands down on the coffee table, bracing himself for the pain
to come. With a few quick breaths, Spike forced himself to his feet, away from
the couch and into he hallway.
He had been putting it off long enough - it was time to find his wandering Romani.
~End of Chapter 1