Ok, most of this chapter came from me imaging how and what I would do if I had a bonsai. Like what would make me want to cut off this part here or alter this part? I wondered how people who do that would decide what to do…or not do and this is what I came up with. The point is beauty right?
Whoa…just noticed how short this one was. ^^;
Humongous thank you to Gabby for her review. ^__^ Thanks for making me think!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
Thoughts are in italics.
Cosmic Imbalance
4.0
Imagining Beauty
The marble rolled through the doorway and tapped softy on the tow of Jet's shoe. Huh? He thought. Distant shrieks and a tinkling clatter echoed briefly down the corridor and into the bonsai room where Jet sat calmly, white gloves on and shrub shears poised delicately at the tips of a tiny pine's needles.
He set down the shears and bent over to retrieve the marble from the floor. He examined it for second under the harsh light of the room and then stood up. He made his way out of the bonsai room and down towards the common room when he heard a loud 'thump' and a grating feminine voice screech at someone else, using very unladylike words.
"ED?! What the HELL are all of these doing all over everywhere!?" he rounded the corner and placed his fists on his hips as he observed the scene. Spike was sitting on the couch fishing what he guessed where more marbles out of his shirt and Faye was sitting, fists clenched, veins popping at the bottom of the short flight of stairs. She had probably slipped on one of Ed's new marbles. Ed had stationed herself on the railing of the stairway that lead down to the bathroom and was giggling happily.
Faye growled and jumped off the floor and leapt at Ed. "Come 'ere you…thing!" Ed giggled wildly and lunged into the air, latching herself around an air vent and hauling herself around to the top, smiling like a devil as she watched Faye fume below.
Jet cleared his throat and they all looked at him.
"When's dinner?" Spike asked pathetically. His lips had settled far down his face in hunger and boredom. His stomach made a gurgling-groan noise and he placed his hand over his stomach.
"Not until every one of these marbles is picked up." He directed this statement at the whole group, but mainly Ed.
Spike and Faye sighed simultaneously, and Ed's head drooped sharply to one side and she also sighed.
As Ed slithered her way down from the vent Jet congratulated himself on another small disaster diverted and considered the battle of the day won. He walked slowly back to the bonsai room.
He sat at his stool and took up his shears again. A few moments later as he was sweeping the cut bits of needle into the trash can Ein nosed his way around corner and looked at Jet and then sat in the doorway. Jet threw the small dog an approving smile and looked hard at the same tree. He imagined that he was the tree. What were his good points? What were his bad points? From which angle did he look the best? Did he have a bad side? If so, why?
After he had spent quite an amount of time answering all of these questions he opened his eyes and found the problem. It was the upper left branch. It wasn't twisting in just the right way. He spun the terra cotta tray that the plant lived in and examined the branch. He looked at it dead on, from the side, close up, far away, from the other side.
Then it came to him exactly what could be done to fix that branch. He smiled with satisfaction as he gently, but firmly wrapped the thin wire delicately just so around the branch.
He signed contentedly with his arms crossed over his chest as Ein barked still sitting in the doorway. The dog trotted to the table and hopped up on the extra stool. He looked at Jet for a moment and then nosed the marble off the table and on to the floor. He hopped off the stool and picked up the marble gently in his doggy teeth and trotted away.
NFA: Not so sure of this one, but I hope you like it! I do. ^__^ As you probably guessed I will attempt the infamous Ein next chapter, so until then, PLEASE REVIEW!