Chapter 8: Prelude
Yuki: Here it is…sorry it took so long, ed broke our computer
Ed: No Ed didn't, Ed made it better.
Yuki: Taking it apart for spare parts for "Tomato" is NOT making it better. I can't even play my cowboy bebop dvd's on it anymore.
Ed: :0 woops *grin*
Yuki: *mutters incoherently*
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Spike didn't know immediately what had woken him out of his sound sleep. Ed was gone, but that was hardly a surprise.
He yawned and stretched his long arms over his head. It was then Spike realized what had woken him, a piercing scream tore the air.
It was Faye, Spike was sure, but he was too tired to care; that is until the irritable woman skidded to a halt outside his open door.
"SPIKE YOU IDIOT! YOU LET HER OUT?!"
He shrugged, "Sure, why not? It's not my responsibility."
"Faye Faye!" Ed jumped on her back and held on for dear life as Faye began jumping around, screaming and trying to shove Ed off.
"Get away from me you CREEPY GIRL!"
"Creepy sheepy, Bebop aripi!"
Spike repressed the urge to smile, "Well, I see her fever's gone."
"SPIKE YOU ASSHOLE!"
"I had nothin' to do with it," he stood up and calmly pushed past the struggling Faye.
"HELP ME!"
"Forget it."
"WHY NOT?"
Spike stopped and turned to her, an ebony eyebrow slightly elevated. "You wouldn't help me," he replied calmly.
"Come on Ed let's go."
Ed abandoned torturing Faye and scampered after Spike and jumped on his back like a pink, read haired, chicken poked monkey.
Faye screamed something unintelligible after him, he stepped aside and caught a white shoe as it flew passed his shoulder, no doubt intended for his head. He dropped it over his shoulder with out looking back.
"I hate you Spike!"
"Spi spi!"
"Shut up Ed," Faye called.
"Faye Faye, stay: play Faye Faye!"