Chapter one: The man of storms
By: Nurse Rebecca
Disclaimer: Okay, it's me Hanako! And today I have a special guest today.....YAMI-BECKI!!! Yet another counterpart of our lovely writer, so since we have another person here she gets to do the endnote and I do the legal stuff, all right? Well I don't own any bebop people, except for Rai (he belongs to me!) and nothing else. Okay bye! ::Hanako and Yami-Becki start playing cards::
Jet carefully brought the scissors to the edge of one of his larger water bonsais. Slowly he closed the blades, watching the green shaving drift down to the table surface. He smiled, another tree trimmed for the week.
"Jet, do you have to trim those things every day?" Spike asked, walking in.
"No. I trim one a week but each one has a different day, so it looks like I trim them everyday." He said, placing the scissors on the table beside the plant.
Jet reached into his shirt pocket and took out an open pack of cigarettes. He took one out and tapped it against the pack in his other hand. Spike took a drag on his already lit cigarette, blowing lazy smoke rings. Jet lit his and let it dangle between his lips.
"Well?" He asked after a few moments of silence.
"Well what?" Spike asked, madly surprised. "Can't I come in here just to talk?"
"The only time you bother to talk to me is when you want money, food, parts to fix the bebop, or more money." Jet counted off on his fingers.
Spike grinned sheepishly. Jet shook his head and picked up the scissors once again. Turing the plant, Jet carefully studied each edge of the tiny tree, looking for any signs of overgrowth. Finding a spot he missed, he inched the blades closer to the leaves near the trunk of the tree. He was just about to close the blades when he was interrupted by a high-pitched noise.
"WHEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! SPI-SPI!!!!!! WE HAVE A MESSAGE!!!!!!!" Ed yelled, charging into Jet's bonsai room.
She slammed into Spike who, in turn, fell into Jet, knocking all three of them into a jumble on the floor. With Spike sprawled out face up, Jet against the wall and Ed sitting on Spike's stomach. She jumped off Spike and continued to parade around the room singing "We have a message, we have a message, we have a message!" Spike fearfully looked around to see where the scissors had landed, this eyes traveling around the tile floor. He sighed, and dragged his hand across his forehead. The scissors had landed inches from his right hand, the blade buried in the tile floor between his fingers.
"That was close..Ed will you SHUT UP FOR A SECOND?!" He yelled, finally getting annoyed with her singing.
"Spi-Spi doesn't like Ed's singing?" She asked, her eyes brimming with tears.
"No it's not that I just jeeze..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Her face broke into one of her famous grin. "Good! Now will you please stop playing around so Edward can show you the message?" She said, exasperated.
Spike and Jet followed Ed out of the room, down the hall and into what would be called the living room. Spike and Jet sat down on the couch; Ed sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. Ed punched some buttons on the keyboard. Soon the message started on the screen. Ed leaned close to the monitor, her nose almost touching it.
"Get outta the way Ed." Said Spike, placing a hand on her head and firmly pushing her back.
The screen showed a man sitting with his face completely covered in shadows from the face down to his lap. In his left hand he held a goblet of red wine.
"Hello, you don't know me but I have been watching your group for quite some time now and I have come to understand that you are missing a member of your group." The man paused, letting his words sink in. "I think I might be able to help you recover your missing member, for a small fee of course. I left my address at the end of this message, think about it and contact me with your decision." The screen faded to show an address.
"That's on earth...." Jet said slowly.
"Big deal, this guy it just trying to make some easy money, Faye will get herself out of whatever mess she's in. Besides, this isn't the first time Fay has run off like this, right?" Spike asked, stretching his arms over his head.
"Yeah, but this is the first time we've gotten a message like this regarding Faye." Jet's brows knitted together in thought.
"So she found some guy to play kidnapper so she could make some easy money off of us nothing more." He stood up, stretching fully.
He noticed Jet still didn't fully believe Spike's analysis on all of this. Faye had been gone for almost three months and now this.
"I'm going to check this out; you can come if you want." Jet stood up.
Spike thought about it. "I think I might just to see what's going on exactly," He smiled. "Plus it might be fun to help her out of a jam; she would have to owe us for once....." He trailed off.
"All right then, we leave for earth tomorrow." Jet got off the couch and retreated to his room.
Spike waited until Ed and Jet were both out of the room before he played the message once again. He sat listening to the sound of the man's voice. He definitely had an accent, and one that Spike knew from somewhere. He thought about it, his fingers lightly drumming the arm of the couch. He played the message over and over again until he practically had it memorized, every word, every sound, the way the man's syllables seemed shorter when he spoke them-Spike froze. He hastily replayed the message once more. Of course! Why didn't I figure out this in the beginning? He thought. I know that accent, that man has an Asian accent, similar to Faye's. He stood up and paced the room, thinking hard. Than I was right, this is all some little game she's playing to sucker us into giving her more money. But why? She already cleaned out the safe when she left......unless she ran into some trouble and needs more."
Spike thought about it some more before going into his room. As he lay there he fell into an easy sleep dreaming of nothing at all.
Faye woke up to the sound of rain softly hitting the window. Her green eyes were blurry when she slowly opened them. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Once she could see, she surveyed the room she was in. It looked normal enough; it could almost be a hotel room, except for the occasional picture frame and other oddities that graced any available surface space. Despite the rain, sunlight was streaming in from the closed windows. She looked down at herself. Someone had put her into this room and into this bed. The bed was fairly large and covered with many soft blankets that smelled freshly laundered. There were also a number of pillows that Faye had been resting her head against before she woke up. She rubbed her head; it was still throbbing slightly from whatever happened last night. She thought hard. What did happen last night? The only thing she could remember was walking in the rein and finding that abandoned bar and- She gasped, gripping her head, the pain seemed to increase when she tried to remember how she got here.
"You really should get back to bed, you know. You still haven't fully understood all of this yet, and I don't want you to get hurt, Faye." Said a slightly deep male voice.
"Who the hell are you and how do you know my name?!" She said, her right hand reaching under the blankets, feeling for her gun.
"Don't bother reaching for your gun, I won't hurt you." Said the voice from the doorway. "But if it makes you feel safer, than go ahead and draw it."
For some reason, Faye withdrew her hand and placed it in her lap. "All right, what do you know about me and why did you bring me here?" She questioned.
The man heaved a sigh. Slowly he walked into the room, closing the door behind him, his features now visible. The man was about a head taller than Faye, with a slightly large build, probably the result of weight lifting, but not much to make him look "too big." His Face was somewhat long, with a slightly sharp nose. His eyes were an ice blue-grey, leaning more towards the grey. His hair was tied back into a ponytail at the nape of the neck that reached halfway down the middle of his back with bangs that hung into his eyes, on the right side of his face his bangs hung down to his chin, slightly curving to frame that side of his face. A thin scar started near his left eyebrow and reaching down across the bridge of his nose and ending parallel to the bottom of his right eye, touching neither his nose or his eye. The scar was hardy noticeable unless someone really looked at his face. The man sat down in a nearby chair, his posture relaxed, his face not losing its cool look. In fact for some reason this man reminded Faye of a calm before the storm. Probably because of his eyes and hair. She concluded.
"Well are you at least going to tell me your name?" She asked, a slight smile on her lips.
"My name is Rai. Although why I am telling you this, I cannot say." Replied Rai.
"Oh? And why is that Rai?" She asked.
"Because you should already know my name. And who I am." He said, leaning towards Faye's bed slightly.
Her Eyebrows knitted together in thought. Did she owe him money? No. What about owing him something else? No, that wasn't it either. Was he an escaped bounty that she put away? No, not even that.
"I give up, why should I know you?" She asked, sighing.
"Look in my eyes Faye and you will find out." He said, standing and leaning over her.
Slightly startled she tilted her head towards his and looked into the blue- grey depths of his eyes. All at once the pain in her head started again, this time stronger. Her breathing grew ragged as her vision started to blur again. Shadows of memories long forgotten raced around in her brain. Memories that included him.
"S-stop. Wh-what are you doing to me?" She managed to say before she slipped into darkness again.
"You will understand soon enough, I'm so sorry I have to put you through all of this Faye, but until your memories resurface completely, there is nothing more I can do or say. Sleep now and we'll talk later." Rai said, tucking her back into the bed. He walked out, closing the door softly behind him.
Yami-Becki: Well, well, it looks like you people are a little upset with our "lovely writer" right? Well I can't say I blame you but, you know she likes leaving things un-explained. And well I guess you guys are just gonna have to deal with it or don't read it anymore..What? Hanako: we. Are. Not. Supposed. To. Chase. The. Readers. Off! Yami-Becki: *shruges* Not my problem. Hanako:..*Gets out her archery set* You were saying? Yami-Becki: You have trespassed on my soul therefore you must play a shadow game! *eyes glow odd color* Hanako: I'm just gonna leave now...bye! *Runs off*
By: Nurse Rebecca
Disclaimer: Okay, it's me Hanako! And today I have a special guest today.....YAMI-BECKI!!! Yet another counterpart of our lovely writer, so since we have another person here she gets to do the endnote and I do the legal stuff, all right? Well I don't own any bebop people, except for Rai (he belongs to me!) and nothing else. Okay bye! ::Hanako and Yami-Becki start playing cards::
Jet carefully brought the scissors to the edge of one of his larger water bonsais. Slowly he closed the blades, watching the green shaving drift down to the table surface. He smiled, another tree trimmed for the week.
"Jet, do you have to trim those things every day?" Spike asked, walking in.
"No. I trim one a week but each one has a different day, so it looks like I trim them everyday." He said, placing the scissors on the table beside the plant.
Jet reached into his shirt pocket and took out an open pack of cigarettes. He took one out and tapped it against the pack in his other hand. Spike took a drag on his already lit cigarette, blowing lazy smoke rings. Jet lit his and let it dangle between his lips.
"Well?" He asked after a few moments of silence.
"Well what?" Spike asked, madly surprised. "Can't I come in here just to talk?"
"The only time you bother to talk to me is when you want money, food, parts to fix the bebop, or more money." Jet counted off on his fingers.
Spike grinned sheepishly. Jet shook his head and picked up the scissors once again. Turing the plant, Jet carefully studied each edge of the tiny tree, looking for any signs of overgrowth. Finding a spot he missed, he inched the blades closer to the leaves near the trunk of the tree. He was just about to close the blades when he was interrupted by a high-pitched noise.
"WHEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! SPI-SPI!!!!!! WE HAVE A MESSAGE!!!!!!!" Ed yelled, charging into Jet's bonsai room.
She slammed into Spike who, in turn, fell into Jet, knocking all three of them into a jumble on the floor. With Spike sprawled out face up, Jet against the wall and Ed sitting on Spike's stomach. She jumped off Spike and continued to parade around the room singing "We have a message, we have a message, we have a message!" Spike fearfully looked around to see where the scissors had landed, this eyes traveling around the tile floor. He sighed, and dragged his hand across his forehead. The scissors had landed inches from his right hand, the blade buried in the tile floor between his fingers.
"That was close..Ed will you SHUT UP FOR A SECOND?!" He yelled, finally getting annoyed with her singing.
"Spi-Spi doesn't like Ed's singing?" She asked, her eyes brimming with tears.
"No it's not that I just jeeze..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Her face broke into one of her famous grin. "Good! Now will you please stop playing around so Edward can show you the message?" She said, exasperated.
Spike and Jet followed Ed out of the room, down the hall and into what would be called the living room. Spike and Jet sat down on the couch; Ed sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. Ed punched some buttons on the keyboard. Soon the message started on the screen. Ed leaned close to the monitor, her nose almost touching it.
"Get outta the way Ed." Said Spike, placing a hand on her head and firmly pushing her back.
The screen showed a man sitting with his face completely covered in shadows from the face down to his lap. In his left hand he held a goblet of red wine.
"Hello, you don't know me but I have been watching your group for quite some time now and I have come to understand that you are missing a member of your group." The man paused, letting his words sink in. "I think I might be able to help you recover your missing member, for a small fee of course. I left my address at the end of this message, think about it and contact me with your decision." The screen faded to show an address.
"That's on earth...." Jet said slowly.
"Big deal, this guy it just trying to make some easy money, Faye will get herself out of whatever mess she's in. Besides, this isn't the first time Fay has run off like this, right?" Spike asked, stretching his arms over his head.
"Yeah, but this is the first time we've gotten a message like this regarding Faye." Jet's brows knitted together in thought.
"So she found some guy to play kidnapper so she could make some easy money off of us nothing more." He stood up, stretching fully.
He noticed Jet still didn't fully believe Spike's analysis on all of this. Faye had been gone for almost three months and now this.
"I'm going to check this out; you can come if you want." Jet stood up.
Spike thought about it. "I think I might just to see what's going on exactly," He smiled. "Plus it might be fun to help her out of a jam; she would have to owe us for once....." He trailed off.
"All right then, we leave for earth tomorrow." Jet got off the couch and retreated to his room.
Spike waited until Ed and Jet were both out of the room before he played the message once again. He sat listening to the sound of the man's voice. He definitely had an accent, and one that Spike knew from somewhere. He thought about it, his fingers lightly drumming the arm of the couch. He played the message over and over again until he practically had it memorized, every word, every sound, the way the man's syllables seemed shorter when he spoke them-Spike froze. He hastily replayed the message once more. Of course! Why didn't I figure out this in the beginning? He thought. I know that accent, that man has an Asian accent, similar to Faye's. He stood up and paced the room, thinking hard. Than I was right, this is all some little game she's playing to sucker us into giving her more money. But why? She already cleaned out the safe when she left......unless she ran into some trouble and needs more."
Spike thought about it some more before going into his room. As he lay there he fell into an easy sleep dreaming of nothing at all.
Faye woke up to the sound of rain softly hitting the window. Her green eyes were blurry when she slowly opened them. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Once she could see, she surveyed the room she was in. It looked normal enough; it could almost be a hotel room, except for the occasional picture frame and other oddities that graced any available surface space. Despite the rain, sunlight was streaming in from the closed windows. She looked down at herself. Someone had put her into this room and into this bed. The bed was fairly large and covered with many soft blankets that smelled freshly laundered. There were also a number of pillows that Faye had been resting her head against before she woke up. She rubbed her head; it was still throbbing slightly from whatever happened last night. She thought hard. What did happen last night? The only thing she could remember was walking in the rein and finding that abandoned bar and- She gasped, gripping her head, the pain seemed to increase when she tried to remember how she got here.
"You really should get back to bed, you know. You still haven't fully understood all of this yet, and I don't want you to get hurt, Faye." Said a slightly deep male voice.
"Who the hell are you and how do you know my name?!" She said, her right hand reaching under the blankets, feeling for her gun.
"Don't bother reaching for your gun, I won't hurt you." Said the voice from the doorway. "But if it makes you feel safer, than go ahead and draw it."
For some reason, Faye withdrew her hand and placed it in her lap. "All right, what do you know about me and why did you bring me here?" She questioned.
The man heaved a sigh. Slowly he walked into the room, closing the door behind him, his features now visible. The man was about a head taller than Faye, with a slightly large build, probably the result of weight lifting, but not much to make him look "too big." His Face was somewhat long, with a slightly sharp nose. His eyes were an ice blue-grey, leaning more towards the grey. His hair was tied back into a ponytail at the nape of the neck that reached halfway down the middle of his back with bangs that hung into his eyes, on the right side of his face his bangs hung down to his chin, slightly curving to frame that side of his face. A thin scar started near his left eyebrow and reaching down across the bridge of his nose and ending parallel to the bottom of his right eye, touching neither his nose or his eye. The scar was hardy noticeable unless someone really looked at his face. The man sat down in a nearby chair, his posture relaxed, his face not losing its cool look. In fact for some reason this man reminded Faye of a calm before the storm. Probably because of his eyes and hair. She concluded.
"Well are you at least going to tell me your name?" She asked, a slight smile on her lips.
"My name is Rai. Although why I am telling you this, I cannot say." Replied Rai.
"Oh? And why is that Rai?" She asked.
"Because you should already know my name. And who I am." He said, leaning towards Faye's bed slightly.
Her Eyebrows knitted together in thought. Did she owe him money? No. What about owing him something else? No, that wasn't it either. Was he an escaped bounty that she put away? No, not even that.
"I give up, why should I know you?" She asked, sighing.
"Look in my eyes Faye and you will find out." He said, standing and leaning over her.
Slightly startled she tilted her head towards his and looked into the blue- grey depths of his eyes. All at once the pain in her head started again, this time stronger. Her breathing grew ragged as her vision started to blur again. Shadows of memories long forgotten raced around in her brain. Memories that included him.
"S-stop. Wh-what are you doing to me?" She managed to say before she slipped into darkness again.
"You will understand soon enough, I'm so sorry I have to put you through all of this Faye, but until your memories resurface completely, there is nothing more I can do or say. Sleep now and we'll talk later." Rai said, tucking her back into the bed. He walked out, closing the door softly behind him.
Yami-Becki: Well, well, it looks like you people are a little upset with our "lovely writer" right? Well I can't say I blame you but, you know she likes leaving things un-explained. And well I guess you guys are just gonna have to deal with it or don't read it anymore..What? Hanako: we. Are. Not. Supposed. To. Chase. The. Readers. Off! Yami-Becki: *shruges* Not my problem. Hanako:..*Gets out her archery set* You were saying? Yami-Becki: You have trespassed on my soul therefore you must play a shadow game! *eyes glow odd color* Hanako: I'm just gonna leave now...bye! *Runs off*