A/N: Welp, I edited this chappie, so hopefully it's any better! As alwayz, R&R, & of course...ENJOY! ^,~
"Why the long face, Valentina?"
Faye glared daggers at Vicious, absolutely furious due to the fact that he had referred to her as her most deplorable nickname ever.
Sensing her severe displeasure, he continued to press, "What's wrong? Ah, I see......is it Spike trouble, by chance?"
"Leave me alone," Faye pleaded, tears stinging along her lashes like liquid fire as she miserably pushed her food about into different hodgepodges upon her lunch tray. "Just go find your new girlfriend, Nami, and go away."
Vicious frowned deeply. "Man, it is Spike, isn't it? Did you two break up, or something?"
"NO!," Faye screeched, slamming her bottled Coke down onto the table with a force that even she, herself, hadn't anticipated. "Look, I appreciate your concern and all, but I'd really like to be alone right now, if that's ok with you."
Hurt, Vicious shrugged, replying with indifference, "Yeah, whatever.....must've not been very important, anyway, since you can't even tell one of your own friends."
Glancing up at him in surprise, Faye pleaded, "Don't be like that, Vicious......if you really wanna know, you have to promise me that you won't tell Spike."
"Ok....consider my lips zipped," Vicious acknowledged, dragging his fingers across his mouth in a single, exaggerated flourish. "Spill."
"Ok," Faye agreed, trembling, "I'm moving to New York City tonight and staying with a friend of my ex-foster mother's sister, and I can't ever come back. Are you happy? I've explained everything that hurts, dammit, so will you PLEASE leave me alone, now?!"
"Ok, ok," Vicious grumbled, trying his best to keep himself from asking her a million questions. "Maybe we'll catch up later......and I promise that I won't tell Spike."
"Thank you," Faye breathed, a small smile of sheer mitigation forming along her full, rosy lips. "I hope you know that I do not regret telling you all of this, because I know I can trust you."
Vicious smirked, turning to look at her over his shoulder as he replied guilefully, "Yes....of course you can."
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"You'll never guess what I heard this afternoon!"
"What?," Spike demanded apathetically, adjusting his drum harness about his broad shoulders as he and Vicious filed into their blocks for band practice. "If it's anything about Nami, I already know."
"No, it's not," Vicious contradicted, immediately shaking his head. "It's about Faye."
"What?!," Spike hissed, suddenly very worried. "Is something wrong?! Wh-"
"BAND TEN HUT!"
"HUH!," the band responded, thus immediately coming to attention.
"BAND HORNS UP!"
In one swift, unified snap, the band was now in its rightful position.
"Mark time, mark....backwards, move."
As the band lifted themselves up and onto their tippy toes and commenced in marching rearward, Spike demanded frantically, "What did you mean when you said that it's about Faye?! What's happened?!"
"Why don't you ask her yourself?," Vicious suggested, vacillating upon his drumset in cadence to the band as they sharply switched directions and began marching to the left.
Spike frowned deeply, suddenly not able to concentrate on the rhythm as he demanded, "How can I do that when she's not even here right now?!"
"She'll be at the Ellewood Train Station tonight at 8PM, so you can ask her then," Vicious replied softly, keeping his guarded gaze focused straight ahead of him as he felt his friend staring at him with great incredulity.
After another vast moment of silence, Spike ventured apprehensively, "What do you mean, Vicious? I-I don't really understand."
"She's leaving, Spike," he replied solemnly, never making eye contact with his comrade. "She's leaving and she's never coming back."
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(Yoko Kanno's "Adieu" plays) Glancing down at the ticket in her hand within an aura of absolute bewilderment, Faye bit her lip and closed her eyes, her conscience heavy since she hadn't had the heart to tell Spike about her sudden departure.
"I guess he'll find out Monday," she thought, hot tears stinging along her lashes as she hugged herself tightly and let out a miserable sigh. "I love him more than anything, yet I can't say goodbye.....even if it means that I'll never see him again."
"Faye?"
She gasped due to the rich, calming familiarity of the voice, her heart pounding within her taut bosom as she whirled around, only to find herself gazing into Spike's deep, beautiful two-toned irises in absolute shock.
"S-Spike!," she choked, her eyes welling up with tears. "What are you-"
"Don't go," he pleaded, cutting her off as he pulled her possessively into his arms and held her close. "Please don't leave me......I couldn't bear it."
Choking on a pained sob due to his sincere tone of voice and manner, Faye wretched herself out of his warm embrace, wailing, "I have to, Spike! If I don't, we'll both go to jail!"
"So what?," he demanded, gazing deep into her eyes with an embittered medley of despair that chilled her to the bone. "I'd rather be with you in a jail cell forever than have to be separated for all eternity."
Faye lowered her eyes and shook her head, mumbling weakly, "I know.....I wish I could stay here and be with you forever, but-"
"LAST CALL FOR TRAIN TICKETS!!!," a deep voice boomed, thus causing several stragglers to make a mad dash for the boarding platform as the train prepared to leave.
Casting Spike an anguished glance, Faye announced meekly, "That's me.........................sorry."
Watching on in absolute disbelief, Spike felt as if his entire heart were a hunk of lead, his voice betraying him as he tried to holler a protest, only to hear nothing but a miserable squeak come forth from his lips.
"The train's about to leave," Spike realized, trembling as he noticed Faye stepping up onto the platform as a billow of silvery-gray came forth from the large smoke stack ontop of the navy blue locomotive. "I can't just let her walk out of my life like this......I CAN'T!!!"
In one last desperate attempt, Spike cupped his hands in order to form a makeshift megaphone, hollering at the top of his lungs, "FAYE.....MARRY ME!!!"
Whether she heard his frantic plea or just chose to ignore it, Faye continued to board the train, thus taking Spike's broken heart and withered soul along with her.
A/N: Well, as b4, I just wanted 2 correct/add sum things, so viola! ^^ PLEASE R&R! ^,~