Chapter two: Shades of gray
By: Nurse Rebecca
Disclaimer: ::Hanako:: Okay you guys here it is again, I bet you thought our "lovely writer" died, didn't you? Come on you can tell me. Well anyway, here it is chapter two.or is it three? I dunno, now on to the boring stuff: I don't own any one or anything from cowboy bebop or any other references to anything already trademarked in real life, Rai, on the other hand, is mine. (And he's staying that way too!) And Takeo (Who is Takeo you ask? Well read the story if you want to know!) So on with the next installment of this fine fanfic.
Faye walked down a dark ally, although it appeared dark and deserted, somehow she knew that this was not the case. An air of familiarity hung heavy in the night and wrapped itself around Faye, settling around her shoulders like a warm blanket. Something inside her told her that this was a very important night, she didn't know how she knew though; it was more of a gut feeling. Pulling the thin, black, jacket tighter around her, Faye increased her pace, heading for the entrance to the ally. It was night out and, surprisingly, the stars were bright and could be seen clearly without any clouds or the moon to block them from view. Faye took no notice of this though, someone was waiting for her, someone she knew very well and wanted to see very badly.
Once outside of the ally, Faye looked back behind her. Good, no one was in sight. She hurried down the deserted streets, paying no attention to the street signs or any of the very few people that crossed her path. Finally after what felt like forever, she reached her destination; the park near the outskirts of town.
The park was also dark; all the street lamps nearby were out. There was a tall brick wall surrounding the entire area of the park. Ivy, thick and dark climbed the walls, leaving only traces of the brick visible. The gates at the front (and only) entrance were also tall, and made of wrought iron, curved into intricate patterns. They were also locked. Faye slowly began to walk up to the front gates, locks never stopped her. Closer she came, until she was a breath away from the gate. She reached into the pocket that was hidden in the lining of her coat and took out a small chain, on that chain was a key. This key looked like an ordinary key at a first glance, but upon closer inspection some things were very noticeable, this key had no teeth. Breath caught in her throat, Faye nervously reached out to insert the key into the lock. Her fingers brushed the cool metal.
Faye woke up with a start. One hand over her heart, the other clutching.. something. She looked down and slowly opened her hand to reveal nothing. She swore softly under her breath. Leaning forwards, her head resting in her hands, she began to go over what had just happened in her dream.
There was someone outside going somewhere, and I know that person was me, and sh-I was leaving to meet.... Damnit! I don't know, all I can remember is that much.
Faye fell back into the bed in frustration. She than sat up with a start. Carefully she listened for any kind of sounds; there was nothing. She than climbed out of bed and began to walk around the room, getting a closer look at the pictures sitting on the dresser. Idly her fingers slid across the surface of the dresser before the rested before a picture frame. She carefully picked it up. It was an old frame with an even older picture behind the glass. The picture was faded and was once colored but now in shades of brown, black and white. There were two people in the picture-one person she knew from somewhere and the other.was herself. Faye stared at the Faye in the photo. Her hair was a tad longer-almost to her shoulders- and she was wearing a long sleeved button up shirt that had enough of the first buttons open to show a healthy amount of cleavage and the tails of the shirt that were tied loosely around her waist. She was also wearing a denim mini skirt with heeled ankle boots. More than that though was the fact that she was smiling and she looked happy. Faye noticed that the other person in the picture had an arm around the other Faye. Slowly her eyes traveled up his arm and over to his face. As she desperately searched his face for any clues, that all too familiar pain began at the base of her skull again.
No, not this time! She thought, fighting with all her power. But it came again stronger this time than ever before, attacking her mind and sapping Faye of all her strength. Quickly she managed to stuff the photo in her pocket before collapsing on the bed.
Rai walked down a dark street, his head bent down and his shoulders hunched over more out of habit than from the cold. It was raining again, that's all it did these past few months. But he didn't mind the rain; it suited him. The rain pelted everything in sight, and Rai was no exception. His hair was soaked and the ankle length, black trench coat he was wearing was now shiny from the rain. It was chilly, but not too bad considering the time of the year. In fact if it weren't for the unusual rain theses past few months, it would be summer.
The slight rain made everything look like it was covered in a shiny glaze. Rai smiled slightly to himself as he walked. Yes this was truly his favorite type of weather. Walking down the rain soaked streets, he thought about Faye. What am I going to do about you? He thought to himself. Faye didn't remember anything that had happened prior to her accident, or even the accident itself for that matter. And by the looks of it, getting her to remember was defiantly hurting her in some way. He didn't like the sound of all of this, it was a good thing for Faye that he came along when he did, who knows how long she would have stayed there, unconscious? Rai thought about all of this as he turned the corner and began to walk down a dark ally, the same ally Faye was in three days before.
Spike and Jet stood outside of a large building. Hands thrust deep in his pockets; Spike studied the building with slight interest. It was your typical, large, boring building that seemed to be the fashion around this area. But for some reason, the hairs on the back of his neck pickled and a slight shiver coursed through him.
"So tell me again Jet why are we here?" Spike asked, carelessly running his hands through his dark green hair. Jet didn't answer right away, he thought he knew, but really he didn't. Finally he spoke.
"We're here to see what we can find out about Faye." He trailed off. Jet wasn't going to tell Spike the real reason why they were here, not just yet anyway. But after watching that message, Jet knew he knew that guy from somewhere, he didn't know how or from where, but he just knew.
"Well then, shall we go in?" Spike asked, checking his long coat to make sure all his guns were in place.
Jet nodded. "Remember, ask first and if he won't talk, then we shoot."
Both men nodded to each other before opening the door. Jet walked in first, Spike following closely behind. Both of them looked around for anyone or anything.
Inside the building was surprisingly clean and new looking. The walls were black with a sponge print pattern with white and dark red. Deep burgundy, plush carpeting stretched from wall to wall. The walls were mostly bare except for a few modern paintings; all of which were in shades of black, white, and red. The large room was bear, no furniture or anything. In fact the only thing that wasn't hanging on a wall, was a lone antique style elevator with brass furnishings. Spike and Jet exchanged glances. Without a word both of them nodded and slowly waked to the elevator. Upon reaching the elevator, Spike jabbed the only button with his index finger and the ancient looking door slid aside, gaining them entry. Jet got on fist and made room for Spike. Once they were both in the brass gate slid shut and the elevator began to ascend into the darkness. After about four or five floors had gone by without the elevator stopping, Spike elbowed Jet to get his attention.
"What is it?" Jet asked, looking at Spike.
Spike grinned slightly behind his newly lit cigarette, and pointed to a corner on the floor. Jet's eyes slowly traveled to where Spike was pointing; on the floor in small clay pot full of cracks, was a bonsai, its leaves were brown and brittle and the tiny tree was quite dead. Jet's mouth hung open in mild shock. Who would put a dead bonsai in an antique elevator? Spike grinned again as he reached out with has right foot and nudged the pot. Even from that gentle tap, the pot shattered and the tree and dust-like dirt fell out of the pot and scattered in that small corner.
"Why did you do that?" Jet asked, mouth open.
Spike shrugged. "It's dead isn't it?
"I could have saved it! The roots were still okay I think." Jet bent down and examined the roots. "Never mind..it's beyond help." Spike stifled a laugh. Jet glared at him and began to start off into space, losing himself in his own thoughts. Spike too began to think about anything and everything. Finally fifteen floors later, Spike spoke.
"How high are we going? I feel like I've been in this damn thing forever!" He sighed.
"I don't really know but I think it's going to stop when we get to whatever floor we need to get off at." Jet shrugged. "But that's just a guess, I don't know for sure."
Spike shrugged. "I don't know, but that bonsai is beginning to stink." Spike bent over and picked up the small tree with two fingers and started to shove the bonsai through the holes in the brass gate.
"What are you doing, Spike?" Jet asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Getting rid of the damn thing. It smells bad." With that being said, Spike shoved the bonsai through the gate fully and dropped it.
There was a slight clatter and then just the sound of the ancient mortar lifting them to their fate. Jet sighed and shook his head. Spike ran his hands through his hair and snuffed out the remainder of his cigarette.
Ed's small form was sprawled out, covering the whole couch. One leg hanging over the back of the couch, and her right arm was covering her face. Ein slowly padded into the living room, His paws making no noise on the carpeted floor. He inched up to Ed and jumped lightly on her stomach. Ed's eyes fluttered open and she spread her arms wide.
"Einnnnn!" She mumbled, clasping her arms over the small dog, smothering him into her stomach, and promptly fell back asleep.
::Yami-becki:: well it looks like she got a bit more done, not much more though. And she still didn't answer many questions, but what do you expect from her? I know, be thankful she updated. I guess, I don't know, or care. Anyway I have a game I need to finish and don't feel like talking to you. so shoo! *Sits on the floor and starts to play Wind Waker*
By: Nurse Rebecca
Disclaimer: ::Hanako:: Okay you guys here it is again, I bet you thought our "lovely writer" died, didn't you? Come on you can tell me. Well anyway, here it is chapter two.or is it three? I dunno, now on to the boring stuff: I don't own any one or anything from cowboy bebop or any other references to anything already trademarked in real life, Rai, on the other hand, is mine. (And he's staying that way too!) And Takeo (Who is Takeo you ask? Well read the story if you want to know!) So on with the next installment of this fine fanfic.
Faye walked down a dark ally, although it appeared dark and deserted, somehow she knew that this was not the case. An air of familiarity hung heavy in the night and wrapped itself around Faye, settling around her shoulders like a warm blanket. Something inside her told her that this was a very important night, she didn't know how she knew though; it was more of a gut feeling. Pulling the thin, black, jacket tighter around her, Faye increased her pace, heading for the entrance to the ally. It was night out and, surprisingly, the stars were bright and could be seen clearly without any clouds or the moon to block them from view. Faye took no notice of this though, someone was waiting for her, someone she knew very well and wanted to see very badly.
Once outside of the ally, Faye looked back behind her. Good, no one was in sight. She hurried down the deserted streets, paying no attention to the street signs or any of the very few people that crossed her path. Finally after what felt like forever, she reached her destination; the park near the outskirts of town.
The park was also dark; all the street lamps nearby were out. There was a tall brick wall surrounding the entire area of the park. Ivy, thick and dark climbed the walls, leaving only traces of the brick visible. The gates at the front (and only) entrance were also tall, and made of wrought iron, curved into intricate patterns. They were also locked. Faye slowly began to walk up to the front gates, locks never stopped her. Closer she came, until she was a breath away from the gate. She reached into the pocket that was hidden in the lining of her coat and took out a small chain, on that chain was a key. This key looked like an ordinary key at a first glance, but upon closer inspection some things were very noticeable, this key had no teeth. Breath caught in her throat, Faye nervously reached out to insert the key into the lock. Her fingers brushed the cool metal.
Faye woke up with a start. One hand over her heart, the other clutching.. something. She looked down and slowly opened her hand to reveal nothing. She swore softly under her breath. Leaning forwards, her head resting in her hands, she began to go over what had just happened in her dream.
There was someone outside going somewhere, and I know that person was me, and sh-I was leaving to meet.... Damnit! I don't know, all I can remember is that much.
Faye fell back into the bed in frustration. She than sat up with a start. Carefully she listened for any kind of sounds; there was nothing. She than climbed out of bed and began to walk around the room, getting a closer look at the pictures sitting on the dresser. Idly her fingers slid across the surface of the dresser before the rested before a picture frame. She carefully picked it up. It was an old frame with an even older picture behind the glass. The picture was faded and was once colored but now in shades of brown, black and white. There were two people in the picture-one person she knew from somewhere and the other.was herself. Faye stared at the Faye in the photo. Her hair was a tad longer-almost to her shoulders- and she was wearing a long sleeved button up shirt that had enough of the first buttons open to show a healthy amount of cleavage and the tails of the shirt that were tied loosely around her waist. She was also wearing a denim mini skirt with heeled ankle boots. More than that though was the fact that she was smiling and she looked happy. Faye noticed that the other person in the picture had an arm around the other Faye. Slowly her eyes traveled up his arm and over to his face. As she desperately searched his face for any clues, that all too familiar pain began at the base of her skull again.
No, not this time! She thought, fighting with all her power. But it came again stronger this time than ever before, attacking her mind and sapping Faye of all her strength. Quickly she managed to stuff the photo in her pocket before collapsing on the bed.
Rai walked down a dark street, his head bent down and his shoulders hunched over more out of habit than from the cold. It was raining again, that's all it did these past few months. But he didn't mind the rain; it suited him. The rain pelted everything in sight, and Rai was no exception. His hair was soaked and the ankle length, black trench coat he was wearing was now shiny from the rain. It was chilly, but not too bad considering the time of the year. In fact if it weren't for the unusual rain theses past few months, it would be summer.
The slight rain made everything look like it was covered in a shiny glaze. Rai smiled slightly to himself as he walked. Yes this was truly his favorite type of weather. Walking down the rain soaked streets, he thought about Faye. What am I going to do about you? He thought to himself. Faye didn't remember anything that had happened prior to her accident, or even the accident itself for that matter. And by the looks of it, getting her to remember was defiantly hurting her in some way. He didn't like the sound of all of this, it was a good thing for Faye that he came along when he did, who knows how long she would have stayed there, unconscious? Rai thought about all of this as he turned the corner and began to walk down a dark ally, the same ally Faye was in three days before.
Spike and Jet stood outside of a large building. Hands thrust deep in his pockets; Spike studied the building with slight interest. It was your typical, large, boring building that seemed to be the fashion around this area. But for some reason, the hairs on the back of his neck pickled and a slight shiver coursed through him.
"So tell me again Jet why are we here?" Spike asked, carelessly running his hands through his dark green hair. Jet didn't answer right away, he thought he knew, but really he didn't. Finally he spoke.
"We're here to see what we can find out about Faye." He trailed off. Jet wasn't going to tell Spike the real reason why they were here, not just yet anyway. But after watching that message, Jet knew he knew that guy from somewhere, he didn't know how or from where, but he just knew.
"Well then, shall we go in?" Spike asked, checking his long coat to make sure all his guns were in place.
Jet nodded. "Remember, ask first and if he won't talk, then we shoot."
Both men nodded to each other before opening the door. Jet walked in first, Spike following closely behind. Both of them looked around for anyone or anything.
Inside the building was surprisingly clean and new looking. The walls were black with a sponge print pattern with white and dark red. Deep burgundy, plush carpeting stretched from wall to wall. The walls were mostly bare except for a few modern paintings; all of which were in shades of black, white, and red. The large room was bear, no furniture or anything. In fact the only thing that wasn't hanging on a wall, was a lone antique style elevator with brass furnishings. Spike and Jet exchanged glances. Without a word both of them nodded and slowly waked to the elevator. Upon reaching the elevator, Spike jabbed the only button with his index finger and the ancient looking door slid aside, gaining them entry. Jet got on fist and made room for Spike. Once they were both in the brass gate slid shut and the elevator began to ascend into the darkness. After about four or five floors had gone by without the elevator stopping, Spike elbowed Jet to get his attention.
"What is it?" Jet asked, looking at Spike.
Spike grinned slightly behind his newly lit cigarette, and pointed to a corner on the floor. Jet's eyes slowly traveled to where Spike was pointing; on the floor in small clay pot full of cracks, was a bonsai, its leaves were brown and brittle and the tiny tree was quite dead. Jet's mouth hung open in mild shock. Who would put a dead bonsai in an antique elevator? Spike grinned again as he reached out with has right foot and nudged the pot. Even from that gentle tap, the pot shattered and the tree and dust-like dirt fell out of the pot and scattered in that small corner.
"Why did you do that?" Jet asked, mouth open.
Spike shrugged. "It's dead isn't it?
"I could have saved it! The roots were still okay I think." Jet bent down and examined the roots. "Never mind..it's beyond help." Spike stifled a laugh. Jet glared at him and began to start off into space, losing himself in his own thoughts. Spike too began to think about anything and everything. Finally fifteen floors later, Spike spoke.
"How high are we going? I feel like I've been in this damn thing forever!" He sighed.
"I don't really know but I think it's going to stop when we get to whatever floor we need to get off at." Jet shrugged. "But that's just a guess, I don't know for sure."
Spike shrugged. "I don't know, but that bonsai is beginning to stink." Spike bent over and picked up the small tree with two fingers and started to shove the bonsai through the holes in the brass gate.
"What are you doing, Spike?" Jet asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Getting rid of the damn thing. It smells bad." With that being said, Spike shoved the bonsai through the gate fully and dropped it.
There was a slight clatter and then just the sound of the ancient mortar lifting them to their fate. Jet sighed and shook his head. Spike ran his hands through his hair and snuffed out the remainder of his cigarette.
Ed's small form was sprawled out, covering the whole couch. One leg hanging over the back of the couch, and her right arm was covering her face. Ein slowly padded into the living room, His paws making no noise on the carpeted floor. He inched up to Ed and jumped lightly on her stomach. Ed's eyes fluttered open and she spread her arms wide.
"Einnnnn!" She mumbled, clasping her arms over the small dog, smothering him into her stomach, and promptly fell back asleep.
::Yami-becki:: well it looks like she got a bit more done, not much more though. And she still didn't answer many questions, but what do you expect from her? I know, be thankful she updated. I guess, I don't know, or care. Anyway I have a game I need to finish and don't feel like talking to you. so shoo! *Sits on the floor and starts to play Wind Waker*