I watched as Kanchi went flying across the length of the bridge, then my
gaze turned to Spike who still held the bat up as he watched Kanchi too. He
let out a low whistle and cringed as Kanchi landed with a crash. He lowered
the bat, handing it to the red-haired girl. What she doing here? Where had
she come from? Suddenly everyone's vision shifted to Kanchi as he got up.
He was missing an arm and half of his screen but I saw the red appear on
his monitor.
I was gone.
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I stared in shock
"Did.did you just eat Nandaba?" I asked it with an unbelieving look on my face. Well, either it couldn't speak English, chose to ignore my comments, or was a little preoccupied changing into a cannon. I grabbed Edward and started to run; I wasn't prepared to handle this. I rounded the corner and looked back as I saw a glowing cannon ball whiz past.
I was packing my things in the hotel room. So, Nandaba has a personal robot, and it can swallow him and turn into a cannon..interesting. Edward was sitting on the floor cross-legged with the guitar in her lap staring at me.
"Where did you come from? I thought you went with Faye back to the Bebop."
"Edward did go with Faye-Faye but Ed thought Spike might need some help so Edward came back."
"Oh..and where did you get the guitar?
"Haruko gave it to me" she said admiring her new toy "but you can have it." She handed me the guitar and I took it gingerly. It was just a guitar right? Then why did I feel so strange when I picked it up?"
I took an old tie and tied it to the guitar to make a strap. I slung it over my shoulder.
"Come on Ed, let's go."
···
I don't know who Spike really was. He wasn't ordinary, I knew that. He was exciting, he smelled like Mamimi: cigarettes and smoke.
He was so cool, so laid back. Nothing fazed him, such an easy going person. Yet he had a depth that no one could measure. And that was only what I could tell him his eyes.
Two weeks later I got a package. There was no card, and no return address. It was a guitar, and someone had inscribed something in messy handwriting.
Swing for me Nandaba
I was gone.
····
I stared in shock
"Did.did you just eat Nandaba?" I asked it with an unbelieving look on my face. Well, either it couldn't speak English, chose to ignore my comments, or was a little preoccupied changing into a cannon. I grabbed Edward and started to run; I wasn't prepared to handle this. I rounded the corner and looked back as I saw a glowing cannon ball whiz past.
I was packing my things in the hotel room. So, Nandaba has a personal robot, and it can swallow him and turn into a cannon..interesting. Edward was sitting on the floor cross-legged with the guitar in her lap staring at me.
"Where did you come from? I thought you went with Faye back to the Bebop."
"Edward did go with Faye-Faye but Ed thought Spike might need some help so Edward came back."
"Oh..and where did you get the guitar?
"Haruko gave it to me" she said admiring her new toy "but you can have it." She handed me the guitar and I took it gingerly. It was just a guitar right? Then why did I feel so strange when I picked it up?"
I took an old tie and tied it to the guitar to make a strap. I slung it over my shoulder.
"Come on Ed, let's go."
···
I don't know who Spike really was. He wasn't ordinary, I knew that. He was exciting, he smelled like Mamimi: cigarettes and smoke.
He was so cool, so laid back. Nothing fazed him, such an easy going person. Yet he had a depth that no one could measure. And that was only what I could tell him his eyes.
Two weeks later I got a package. There was no card, and no return address. It was a guitar, and someone had inscribed something in messy handwriting.
Swing for me Nandaba