A/N~ Hmmmm...
Disclaimer: You know what? If I owned Cowboy Bebop I'd be making another series of it and not writing about it. So, obvious, kind obvious, eh? That I don't own it...Don't own, or pretend to own, Jason Mraz's Too much Food...Isn't Mraz just awesome? It doesn't really go with the chapter, but you know what? I don't know either....
Chapter Four: Sympathy for the Lost
///...Okay, 3, 2, 1, Let's Jam!...///
"So, you're going to this house, when you could be out getting a bounty?" Jet inquired disapprovingly. "You do remember what a bounty means, don't you? Because it seems..."
Faye interrupted him with a sideways glare and a flick of her cigarette, "Don't worry, grandpa, we won't be out for long, and anyways, when was the last time you caught a bounty?" With that, she twisted around and made for the docking bay.
He gaped after her, momentarily at a loss for words, "Hey! Wait? What do you mean by us? And I'm not that old! And...Are you listening?" When he realized that she wasn't, he mumbled a few choice words under his breath and left to go talk to his bonsai trees.
Faye, on the other hand grabbed Ed by the sleeve of her shirt and dragged her over to her ship. "Since I think you're human, I suppose you need air to breathe, so I guess we're just going to have to stuff you in here, huh?"
"Wahhhh!" Was all Ed had time to say, before she was shoved into the corner of the Redtail, and Faye was starting the engine, muttering to herself as she tried to find a good song on the radio.
"So, Ed, you got any information on this house?"
"Welllllllllllllll...Ein says that no one lives there anymore, but Ed thinks that someone's hiding there, biding, siding, riding..."
"Please tell me you've got something besides that?"
///...You can say I'm one curly fry in the box of the regular
Messing with the flavor oh the flavor that you savor
saving me for last but you better not eat me at all...///
"Wellll, Faye-Faye, Ed hacked into some systems, but no one seemed to have any info-bimfo on it."
"Not even who lived there?"
"No-no!" Ed sounded downcast, as she wriggled a bit to relieve the pain from sitting in such a cramped position.
Faye felt slightly guilty for causing her to be sad, it seemed that she'd developed more of a soft spot for the strange child ever since the fluff ball left. She craned her neck to get a good look at Ed and opened her mouth to say something, not an apology, but something close to it.
But Edward was fast asleep.
"Figures," Faye muttered, and returned her gaze to the view of space and the looming planet of Mars that was coming ever closer.
///...Living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt
People say that I'm crazy for not moving on to better things
Instead I'm sitting around trash talking with the onion rings
But it's much too soon to leave this easy life
Pass me the spoon. Pass me the analytical knife...///
Running a hand through her purple hair, Faye sighed, and pushed the heavy thoughts that seemed to be forever in the back of her mind, away.
*
"Lord Chaos, you can't mean what I think you mean?"
A sigh and then, "Why would I say something unless I meant it?"
"...Yes, milord."
"Well, then, you can leave." The bald man, shaking slightly as he makes a deep bow, turns and flees, practically running through the door before the Red Dragon guards can fully open it.
At his side, Reyn makes a motion with his hand, "Do you think that was wise?"
"Nope."
"...Sir?"
"Reyn, my friend, you just got to let things happen. As soon as Mr. Golan goes..."
"It's Goraen, sir."
"As soon as Golan," Chaos give him an annoyed look, "goes back to his little syndicate and tells them that they either join me or become an enemy, they'll get to thinking."
"Does the Scorpion Syndicate even do that?"
"Heh, I was kind of counting on it." Chaos stands up, popping his joints as he does so, and beckons one of the syndicate guards at the door to come closer, "go tell Triska to bring me the report she's supposed to have written."
"Yes, sir!" The young man replies enthusiastically before jogging off.
Reyn laughs, "I don't know how you do it really."
"What?" Chaos demands as he walks over to his desk and ruffles through the files laying on the hard wood.
"They should be afraid of you, and they are, but it's mostly awe."
"What did you expect?" The Red Dragon leader demands, flashing Reyn a smirk as throws himself on top of the desk, and sits there swinging his legs back and forth as he reads a paper, throwing the others casually to the floor.
"Sir?"
///...Cause your about to get cut up and get cut down
it's all about the wordplay all about the sound in the tone of my voice
You gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold
Better shut up or get shot down. It's all about the know how all just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play. Too much food on my plate...///
"What is it now?" Chaos drawls lazily, sounding exasperated and annoyed.
"I think you're going to need these," Reyn explains as he bends to pick up the fallen papers, which have somehow scattered across the floor.
"Whatever..."
Silence, while Chaos hums to himself and Reyn puts the papers back in a perfect pile and lays them on the desk, "So what happens after Goraen tells his syndicate that if they don't become Red Dragons they risk open war?"
"They consider what they earn become a part of us, and then consider what a war would cost them. They go to their allies, only to find that I've already won them over, and then realize that they're utterly alone. And then they join me."
"...And when did you do that?"
"What?" Chaos asks, still staring at the paper in his hand as if it held the secrets of the universe.
"When did you win over the Ifrit, Swan, and Falcon syndicates?"
Chaos shrugs and drops the paper onto the floor, hoping of his desk as he does so, "Oh, you know, whenever."
"...No, sir, I don't have a clue."
The Red Dragon leader smirks in Reyn's direction, "Well, then. Let's keep it that way, shall we?"
At that moment the doors to his office open, the remaining guard announcing that Trisk has arrived. She enters slowly, wearing the usual outfit of the higher syndicate members, gray pants and a gray jacket, with a gold chain dangling from her shoulders.
"Here you go, sir." Trisk says after Chaos nods in her direction, giving her permission to talk. "The report on the Hawk Syndicate and all its members, weapons, and ships."
Chaos flicks his wrist and Reyn, and he steps forward and takes the bundle of papers from Trisk's hands.
"Commendable, Trisk," Chaos tells her, and then points at the door, "you may leave now. I appreciate your work."
Her checks dimple as she bows clumsily before striding off.
///...Believe it or not I super sized my sights on the surprise in the cereal box
My stomachs smaller than my eyes
So I went to see the doctor and he said "turn your head and cough"
I didn't listen to what he said instead I couldn't wait to get off...///
"What exactly are you planning?" Reyn demands.
"Sir. What exactly are you planning, sir." Chaos tells him darkly, before taking the papers from Reyn's hands and heading towards the door. "I think you need to realize, Reyn, that you're not the one pulling the strings here." You never were.
///...He said I can have this but I can't have that
That I should keep wishing I was living the life of a cat because
I ain't the one whose gonna be missing the feast
Just like you ain't the one who seems to be calming the beast...///
*
A white house in the middle of a thousand white houses, on the street of the rich, looking abandoned and lonely. She thought it would have looked haunted and spooky.
All the same, the house looked like no one had lived in it in a long time.
Did she want to go inside? Why was she feeling this fear in the pit of her stomach? She'd never been here, she was sure of that...so what was it?
She glanced back at the Redtail, where Ed is still fast asleep, and squares her shoulders, reaching in her pocket for her sun-glasses and cigarettes.
Ghosts were real, she knew that, because she was one, if you thought about it. But ghosts didn't scare her, the dead did, and the lies. She hated lies.
Faye had always sought the truth.
And she'd found it and hated it, because it didn't help anything.
But as she stood there, staring up at the white house, she felt as though she'd stumbled into someone else's truth, and it felt...
///...Well if you are what you eat in my case I'll be sweet so come and get some
I'm so over it...///
...It felt as if she had stepped into the past. So she took another step forward and opened the gate.
///...Now your about to get cut and get cut down
Its all about the know how all just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way I gotta play. Too much food on my plate.
(Get up and get some)
There's too much food on my plate...///
///...See you in the future, Dragon...///
A/N~ Indeed. *giggles and runs away*
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