Chapter 2: Drops
By: Usako-chan
Disclaimer: Nothing relating to Bebop is mine, except for a couple of manga, a few posters and t-shirts. ;)
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She tossed the used cigarette to the floor. Flicking her hair back, she placed her feet out of bed and stretched. She couldn't remember why she decided to get up. She always felt better when she was lying down. Nothing really seemed to matter when you were lazing around. She could almost forget that she was alone with no one to care for her and had absolutely no past.
Shit, it wasn't easy being her. Being Faye Valentine was pretty much not your average, carefree, 'let's go frolic in the lilies' type of life. Sometimes she even thought about leaving the Bebop. Why did she even stay in the first place? Maybe it was because she had no where else to go. What was keeping her there? They certainly wouldn't care if she left. Well, that is, with the exception of Ed. But even that was questionable. Ed was usually engrossed with her tomato, so she might not notice if she left.
Getting up, Faye walked over to the door and opened it. She wasn't even sure what time it was. All she knew is that it was way too early to be out of bed. She doubted that even Jet was up yet. Maybe she could have the bathroom once and actually be able to relax. She might even get a lukewarm bath. That would be a welcome change. No annoying people like for instance, Spike, to bug her about hogging the bathroom or the warm water.
He was such an ass. The biggest one she knew. Knowing that, didn't help her infatuation with him one little bit. You would think it would cure her of how much she loved the man. But no, it only served to remind her of why she was attracted to him in the first place.
He always had the 'hands off, don't touch me' look about him. It infuriated her to no end. He was hardly ever serious, just cool, laidback and relaxed. He looked like nothing could touch him. Only when Julia was mentioned did she see glimpses of who he really was and the man he used to be. Why didn't he let anyone in? He wouldn't even let Jet help him. It was like he didn't trust anyone or want to get close to anyone.
Shit! She hated that kind of attitude. She didn't understand it. Why do people give up like that? Can't they find a way out of it? Was he too damn proud to ask for help? She had no patience with that crap. What the hell was he thinking?
That's what probably ticked her off the most, the fact that she didn't know him and didn't understand him, not really. Why was the bathroom door closed? She rolled her eyes. Ed probably fell asleep in there. That kid could sleep anywhere and in the weirdest positions. She expected to see her sprawled out on the floor drooling all over her tomato. But, before she could twist the handle, the door opened. Steam poured out of it, along with Mr. Personality himself in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. The damn man used all of the hot water. Dammit! Did she have to get up at 2 in the frickin morning to get a somewhat warm shower?
Spike smirked, "Morning sunshine. You're up early"
"I could say the same about you." She pushed past him into the bathroom. Damn him! He was smiling, because he was trying to get her. Was she that transparent that he knew what to do to piss her off?
"Oh, by the way, if I were you.I'd think twice about taking my shower now. I don't think there will be much hot water for a few hours." He chuckled.
Bastard. He was looking her straight in the eyes. She just knew he was trying to get her reaction. Hell, she'd give him a reaction. She smiled devilishly as she slammed the door in his face, leaving Mr. Smart ass on the other side. Ha. That should show him. She turned around and went to the sink, intending to wash the sleepy away from her face. She jumped when the door slammed open, revealing a very pissed off Spike.
That little bitch. She slammed the damn door in his face! He stalked over to where she was standing. She was looking at him in the mirror, not the least bit phased by his sudden outburst. Any other day, he might have been amused and just let the whole thing slide off his back. Today wasn't one of those days though. Julia was heavy in his mind and needless to say, he was in one hell of a rotten mood. He hadn't slept at all last night.
"What the hell was that for, Faye? Don't give me your bitchy attitude today, because I'm not in the mood." He shouted at her, coming closer towards her. Damn! She could piss him off in a matter of seconds. Few could get that kind of a rise out of him. That realization somewhat shocked him. And the fact that she didn't even bother to reply to his question just served to tick him off more. She just merely stood there with a stubborn, 'kiss my ass' attitude, one eyebrow cocked.
"Are you going to answer me?" he demanded.
Faye turned around and stared him straight in the eyes to show him that he didn't bother her one little bit nor did he intimidate her. That bastard wasn't going to get to her, not today. She'd be dammed if he would get that satisfaction. She eyed him until she broke contact, heading to the door, without a word or a glance back in his direction.
She gasped as she felt a strong grip on her wrists, yanking her roughly away from the door. He slammed the door and pushed her against it, preventing her from moving.
"Get your damn hands off of me!" She said "Right now, Spike! I'm completely serious."
"Oh, so am I," Spike countered. "First, you slam the door in my face, and then you don't answer my damn question. I'm sick of your fucking attitude, Faye. You've been like this for days now. And I'm not even talking about your usual bitchiness either. It's something totally different and I want you to fucking stop it, right now!" He spat, his face in a scowl.
"You don't recall, that I don't give a shit what you think, or that I don't listen to you. Who do you think you are anyway? I'm not some meek girl you can intimidate or fucking push around asshole! I'm Faye Valentine!" she screamed.
His grip tightened on her wrists as he pushed closer to her, invading her personal space. What was his damn problem? It wasn't like they didn't usually fight like this. He was starting to scare her. She had really seen this side of him and it wasn't very pleasant to say the very least. His eyes were on fire.
The woman infuriated him. She was like two totally different people. You just never knew when she would be somewhat calm and for lack of a better description, 'womanly'.
He smirked. "Well, you very well may be Faye Valentine, but that doesn't impress me in the least. All that name is worth are some trashy clothes and a mountain of debts covering a sluttish woman." Shit, that was mean. He regretted saying it the instant it came out of his mouth. Her eyes widened for a second and he could see the hurt he had caused because of his words. He really was a cold bastard sometimes.
Well, at least she now knew what he thought of her. He saw her as nothing but a slut in trouble with creditors, someone who was just freeloading off of himself and Jet. To him, she was basically a completely worthless nobody. The tears sprang to her eyes, before she could stop them.
Dammit. She hated crying. Tears always made her feel so weak and vulnerable, not to mention completely stupid. And Spike was the last person that she wanted to show that too. Damn him, anyhow. He really was a complete ass who didn't care enough about her to show her common decency and respect, much less feel something remotely like love for her.
"Faye." spike stammered. "I'm.sorry." He saw the tears start to fall from her eyes. "I really am. I'm so sorry. That was uncalled for." He hated to see any woman cry. They always somehow looked like Julia to him.
She wouldn't look at him and it was tugging at his heart, that he assumed was dead a long time ago, or at least completely numb from loss and pain. Tears were silently falling down her face, a testament to his harsh words. He released her wrist and placed his slender fingers under her chin, lightly gripping it and forcing her to look up at him. She still wouldn't meet his eye, even though he lifted it and he noticed they were carefully expressionless.
"Please, Faye? Please.I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." He started. "I know that it's no excuse, but I am sorry." He paused. She didn't reply. "Will you please just say something or at least look at me? Please?"
She slowly raised her green eyes to meet his brown ones. The vulnerability he saw in them, took his breath away. He suddenly didn't know what to say, didn't know how to even think. He had never seen her eyes so unguarded or haunted. Could he have actually hurt the shrew woman that much?
Without a second thought, he lowered his mouth to hers, claiming it in a soft, gentle kiss. She gasped as he touched her lips. He only meant it as a form of comfort. He didn't know how else to help her at that particular moment.
Faye's stomach erupted with butterflies. Her mind was whirling and her knees were suddenly very weak. What in the hell was going on? She must be dreaming. Spike couldn't really be kissing her, could he?
He deepened the kiss. She tasted like cigarettes and mint.
Why couldn't he control himself all of a sudden? What did he think he was doing? He must have lost his mind. This was Faye, Faye Valentine, whom he could never have a conversation without some sort of an argument erupting from it.
He broke off the kiss, both of them breathing deeply, trying to catch their breath. He looked into her eyes and didn't know what to think. He hid his face in her neck, too embarrassed to face her, not knowing what to say. It might be cowardly, but it spared him some time to think, before she asked him what that was for. He could feel her warmth as she wrapped her arms around him. Why was he doing this, showing this kindness to her? It didn't make any sense. He must miss Julia.
He pulled back, to look at her. She didn't meet his eyes. "I guess I really didn't take all of the hot water. There might still be some left for you to take a bath." He said with a small grin. She looked at him then. He was struck again, not knowing exactly what to do or say.
"Why did you do that?" Faye whispered, searching his eyes. "Why?" she asked louder, fresh tears falling from her eyes.
Good Lord. What did he do now? Shit. That's why he didn't like living with women like Faye. They were so emotional. And he be dammed if he knew what she was crying for now. He guessed he couldn't do a damn thing right. He sighed as he racked a hand through his wet hair.
"I don't know, Faye."
She just stood there looking at him. "Please leave me alone." She escaped from his grasp and walked away from him. She stood over by the sink again, with her back to him. She waited for him to leave, stay, or hell, just say something. She closed her eyes when he turned and left the bathroom. He just didn't get it. Why couldn't he see what he did to her? Was he really that naïve?
Spike closed the door behind him and leaned his back against it. What was that all about?
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A/N: Ok guys. Well, that's it until next time. I hope you guys liked it. Please read and review. I'd really appreciate it! ^_^
By: Usako-chan
Disclaimer: Nothing relating to Bebop is mine, except for a couple of manga, a few posters and t-shirts. ;)
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She tossed the used cigarette to the floor. Flicking her hair back, she placed her feet out of bed and stretched. She couldn't remember why she decided to get up. She always felt better when she was lying down. Nothing really seemed to matter when you were lazing around. She could almost forget that she was alone with no one to care for her and had absolutely no past.
Shit, it wasn't easy being her. Being Faye Valentine was pretty much not your average, carefree, 'let's go frolic in the lilies' type of life. Sometimes she even thought about leaving the Bebop. Why did she even stay in the first place? Maybe it was because she had no where else to go. What was keeping her there? They certainly wouldn't care if she left. Well, that is, with the exception of Ed. But even that was questionable. Ed was usually engrossed with her tomato, so she might not notice if she left.
Getting up, Faye walked over to the door and opened it. She wasn't even sure what time it was. All she knew is that it was way too early to be out of bed. She doubted that even Jet was up yet. Maybe she could have the bathroom once and actually be able to relax. She might even get a lukewarm bath. That would be a welcome change. No annoying people like for instance, Spike, to bug her about hogging the bathroom or the warm water.
He was such an ass. The biggest one she knew. Knowing that, didn't help her infatuation with him one little bit. You would think it would cure her of how much she loved the man. But no, it only served to remind her of why she was attracted to him in the first place.
He always had the 'hands off, don't touch me' look about him. It infuriated her to no end. He was hardly ever serious, just cool, laidback and relaxed. He looked like nothing could touch him. Only when Julia was mentioned did she see glimpses of who he really was and the man he used to be. Why didn't he let anyone in? He wouldn't even let Jet help him. It was like he didn't trust anyone or want to get close to anyone.
Shit! She hated that kind of attitude. She didn't understand it. Why do people give up like that? Can't they find a way out of it? Was he too damn proud to ask for help? She had no patience with that crap. What the hell was he thinking?
That's what probably ticked her off the most, the fact that she didn't know him and didn't understand him, not really. Why was the bathroom door closed? She rolled her eyes. Ed probably fell asleep in there. That kid could sleep anywhere and in the weirdest positions. She expected to see her sprawled out on the floor drooling all over her tomato. But, before she could twist the handle, the door opened. Steam poured out of it, along with Mr. Personality himself in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. The damn man used all of the hot water. Dammit! Did she have to get up at 2 in the frickin morning to get a somewhat warm shower?
Spike smirked, "Morning sunshine. You're up early"
"I could say the same about you." She pushed past him into the bathroom. Damn him! He was smiling, because he was trying to get her. Was she that transparent that he knew what to do to piss her off?
"Oh, by the way, if I were you.I'd think twice about taking my shower now. I don't think there will be much hot water for a few hours." He chuckled.
Bastard. He was looking her straight in the eyes. She just knew he was trying to get her reaction. Hell, she'd give him a reaction. She smiled devilishly as she slammed the door in his face, leaving Mr. Smart ass on the other side. Ha. That should show him. She turned around and went to the sink, intending to wash the sleepy away from her face. She jumped when the door slammed open, revealing a very pissed off Spike.
That little bitch. She slammed the damn door in his face! He stalked over to where she was standing. She was looking at him in the mirror, not the least bit phased by his sudden outburst. Any other day, he might have been amused and just let the whole thing slide off his back. Today wasn't one of those days though. Julia was heavy in his mind and needless to say, he was in one hell of a rotten mood. He hadn't slept at all last night.
"What the hell was that for, Faye? Don't give me your bitchy attitude today, because I'm not in the mood." He shouted at her, coming closer towards her. Damn! She could piss him off in a matter of seconds. Few could get that kind of a rise out of him. That realization somewhat shocked him. And the fact that she didn't even bother to reply to his question just served to tick him off more. She just merely stood there with a stubborn, 'kiss my ass' attitude, one eyebrow cocked.
"Are you going to answer me?" he demanded.
Faye turned around and stared him straight in the eyes to show him that he didn't bother her one little bit nor did he intimidate her. That bastard wasn't going to get to her, not today. She'd be dammed if he would get that satisfaction. She eyed him until she broke contact, heading to the door, without a word or a glance back in his direction.
She gasped as she felt a strong grip on her wrists, yanking her roughly away from the door. He slammed the door and pushed her against it, preventing her from moving.
"Get your damn hands off of me!" She said "Right now, Spike! I'm completely serious."
"Oh, so am I," Spike countered. "First, you slam the door in my face, and then you don't answer my damn question. I'm sick of your fucking attitude, Faye. You've been like this for days now. And I'm not even talking about your usual bitchiness either. It's something totally different and I want you to fucking stop it, right now!" He spat, his face in a scowl.
"You don't recall, that I don't give a shit what you think, or that I don't listen to you. Who do you think you are anyway? I'm not some meek girl you can intimidate or fucking push around asshole! I'm Faye Valentine!" she screamed.
His grip tightened on her wrists as he pushed closer to her, invading her personal space. What was his damn problem? It wasn't like they didn't usually fight like this. He was starting to scare her. She had really seen this side of him and it wasn't very pleasant to say the very least. His eyes were on fire.
The woman infuriated him. She was like two totally different people. You just never knew when she would be somewhat calm and for lack of a better description, 'womanly'.
He smirked. "Well, you very well may be Faye Valentine, but that doesn't impress me in the least. All that name is worth are some trashy clothes and a mountain of debts covering a sluttish woman." Shit, that was mean. He regretted saying it the instant it came out of his mouth. Her eyes widened for a second and he could see the hurt he had caused because of his words. He really was a cold bastard sometimes.
Well, at least she now knew what he thought of her. He saw her as nothing but a slut in trouble with creditors, someone who was just freeloading off of himself and Jet. To him, she was basically a completely worthless nobody. The tears sprang to her eyes, before she could stop them.
Dammit. She hated crying. Tears always made her feel so weak and vulnerable, not to mention completely stupid. And Spike was the last person that she wanted to show that too. Damn him, anyhow. He really was a complete ass who didn't care enough about her to show her common decency and respect, much less feel something remotely like love for her.
"Faye." spike stammered. "I'm.sorry." He saw the tears start to fall from her eyes. "I really am. I'm so sorry. That was uncalled for." He hated to see any woman cry. They always somehow looked like Julia to him.
She wouldn't look at him and it was tugging at his heart, that he assumed was dead a long time ago, or at least completely numb from loss and pain. Tears were silently falling down her face, a testament to his harsh words. He released her wrist and placed his slender fingers under her chin, lightly gripping it and forcing her to look up at him. She still wouldn't meet his eye, even though he lifted it and he noticed they were carefully expressionless.
"Please, Faye? Please.I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it." He started. "I know that it's no excuse, but I am sorry." He paused. She didn't reply. "Will you please just say something or at least look at me? Please?"
She slowly raised her green eyes to meet his brown ones. The vulnerability he saw in them, took his breath away. He suddenly didn't know what to say, didn't know how to even think. He had never seen her eyes so unguarded or haunted. Could he have actually hurt the shrew woman that much?
Without a second thought, he lowered his mouth to hers, claiming it in a soft, gentle kiss. She gasped as he touched her lips. He only meant it as a form of comfort. He didn't know how else to help her at that particular moment.
Faye's stomach erupted with butterflies. Her mind was whirling and her knees were suddenly very weak. What in the hell was going on? She must be dreaming. Spike couldn't really be kissing her, could he?
He deepened the kiss. She tasted like cigarettes and mint.
Why couldn't he control himself all of a sudden? What did he think he was doing? He must have lost his mind. This was Faye, Faye Valentine, whom he could never have a conversation without some sort of an argument erupting from it.
He broke off the kiss, both of them breathing deeply, trying to catch their breath. He looked into her eyes and didn't know what to think. He hid his face in her neck, too embarrassed to face her, not knowing what to say. It might be cowardly, but it spared him some time to think, before she asked him what that was for. He could feel her warmth as she wrapped her arms around him. Why was he doing this, showing this kindness to her? It didn't make any sense. He must miss Julia.
He pulled back, to look at her. She didn't meet his eyes. "I guess I really didn't take all of the hot water. There might still be some left for you to take a bath." He said with a small grin. She looked at him then. He was struck again, not knowing exactly what to do or say.
"Why did you do that?" Faye whispered, searching his eyes. "Why?" she asked louder, fresh tears falling from her eyes.
Good Lord. What did he do now? Shit. That's why he didn't like living with women like Faye. They were so emotional. And he be dammed if he knew what she was crying for now. He guessed he couldn't do a damn thing right. He sighed as he racked a hand through his wet hair.
"I don't know, Faye."
She just stood there looking at him. "Please leave me alone." She escaped from his grasp and walked away from him. She stood over by the sink again, with her back to him. She waited for him to leave, stay, or hell, just say something. She closed her eyes when he turned and left the bathroom. He just didn't get it. Why couldn't he see what he did to her? Was he really that naïve?
Spike closed the door behind him and leaned his back against it. What was that all about?
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A/N: Ok guys. Well, that's it until next time. I hope you guys liked it. Please read and review. I'd really appreciate it! ^_^
