Dream: Hey people! YAY! I got reviews! I got reviews! I feel so happy! Even
though 3 of the reviews were from my friend Deathdragon and the only reason
that he read the story was because he was bored. Still! I GOT REVIEWS!!!
^_^;; Anyway, on with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or anything related to it!
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Spike woke up the next morning on the couch, stirred from sleep by Ein licking his hand, and as the saying goes NOBODY is ever happy to hear an alarm bell. "Get away from me you fucking mutt!" Spike yelled at Ein, pulling his hand away. He would have kicked Ein away, if the corgi hadn't ran from the room whimpering. Spike sat up on the couch, putting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes to get the 'sleep' out. Funny he had any at all; he'd only gotten to sleep an hour ago.
"That damn mutt, man, maybe Obsession will kill him for me," Spike mumbled with a smile. As soon as he said that, he slapped himself. Obsession was a stalker that would kill him eventually if he didn't stop him! This was serious, no reason to smile in the least! Spike yawned and rubbed his face, shit he wanted to sleep again! But he knew that he would never be able to grudgingly got up.
He made his way to the kitchen, praying that Jet would be in there fixing something. At this point, he would even stomach Jet's famous "Bell Peppers and Beef" (A/N: Ever notice how almost every Cowboy Bebop story mentions that at least once?) to get his mind off everything! He got to the kitchen and peered inside, dark as the grave.
Spike yawned and leaned against the door frame, what time was it anyway? He had to admit, this darkness was un-nerving. All of a sudden, something streaked past him. He let out a pre-masculine shriek and fell to the ground. He just saw Ein's tail speeding around the corner at the end of the hall as he sat up. "Stupid dog," he grumbled. "Well, if I can't eat then maybe I should give sleep my best effort." He dragged himself up and started walking back towards the couch, taking his time in no particular rush.
It was only then that he noticed it, a muddy footprint not his own. With closer inspection, he realized that it wasn't Jet's or Faye's either. He stood straight up, stock still, listening for any kind of noise. That only thing that he heard was the sound of Ein sprinting down the hallway. He made his way back to the couch and sat down, draping his arms over the back and staring at the ceiling. "No way am I getting to sleep now," Spike thought to himself with a sigh. Spike heard the door open behind him and he immediately got up into a defensive position, ready to kick ass, only to see a very puffy-eyed Jet leaning across the bars on the balcony.
"You know you have a shriek that could wake the dead?" Jet asked, yawning and stretching.
"I never shriek, that was a . . . . . ." Spike said, trying to come up with an excuse.
"Whatever," Jet said. "It's 5:45, might as well get breakfast ready." Jet slowly made his way down the stairs, pushing Spike onto the couch as he passed him. "That was for waking me up,' he grumbled. Jet looked down as he was saying this and saw the muddy footprint. "Spike, what's that?"
"It's a footprint dumb-ass."
"I mean, how did it get here?"
"I was going to ask you the same question. It's been a day since our last bounty head was on board and we're about 6 hours away from the nearest planet."
"You think we got a stow-away?" Jet asked.
"Don't know, maybe you should search the ship after you make breakfast." Spike suggested, laying back and lighting a cigarette.
"Or maybe your new boyfriend decided to pay a visit," Jet replied, heading towards the kitchen. Spike jumped up, grabbed Jet by the collar, and banged him against the wall. (A/N: NO NOT THAT WAY!!!)
"Don't you even JOKE about that!!" Spike yelled at Jet's face.
"Jesus, I was just trying to be funny buddy, lighten up!" Jet said, trying to pry Spike's hands from his collar.
"You try being calm when you've got a fucking freak after you," Spike grumbled, letting go of Jet. He sat back down and put his head in his hands, damn, since when did he get this emotional?
"This guy really has you scared doesn't he," Jet said with some surprise. He went over and put a hand on Spike's shoulder. "Hey tough guy! No worries, if he's on the ship we'll find him, we'll get him before he gets you! Plus, that bounty on his head'll be mighty nice huh?" Spike sighed and took his head out of his hands with an almost sad smile.
"Thanks for that," he said standing up. "Any chance you could start on that breakfast you were talking about?" Jet let out a laugh and started towards the kitchen with Spike in tow.
While all this was going on, Obsession was watching from above. He'd sneaked onboard by hijacking a ship late last night, and then drilling a hole through the docking bay doors. This was where he belonged, the whole place practically screamed Spike and he couldn't wait to explore every inch of it. Unfortunately, almost as soon as he'd gotten onboard, he'd noticed that the crew was still up and active and he'd been forced to hide. He'd crept around through the ventilation, following Spike wherever he went. The shower room had been a very pleasant sight indeed!
"Just a few more hours my love, just a few more hours until Valentine's Day," Obsession whispered, creeping towards the kitchen. Obsession had hoped that his footprint would be enough to lure Spike to him, he'd been watching over Spike while he slept but that dog had woken him up. As he ran to hide, he'd been excited, Spike was sure to be running after him any second but he'd never come.
Oh well, it was only a matter of time before they started searching the ship for him, and he would follow Spike until he was sure they were alone. Then, but Obsession was getting too excited just thinking about it! His stomach twisted with anticipation as he watched Spike talking with his comrade below.
"Listen, will you get out of the kitchen so I can COOK NOW?!" Jet bellowed at Spike who was flitting around the kitchen criticizing Jet's cooking techniques.
"Man do you run hot and cold," Spike grumbled as he slumped out of the kitchen. He walked out into the living room, completely unaware that Obsession was trailing his every move. Spike sat down on the couch, again, and flipped on the TV.
There was nothing on this early except some oldies kids show about these stupid fat things that had antennas coming out of their heads and TVs on their stomachs. Spike was vaguely amused until they started ranting about "Tubby Tustard!" and he immediately switched the channel. The only other thing on was a televangelist so Spike decided to try to get his hour of religion for the year.
"Do you have regrets?" the televangelist asked.
"Duh, who doesn't," Spike mumbled at the TV.
"Do you feel the hot breath of the devil on your neck?"
"Yes, and it feels quite nice," Spike said sarcastically.
"Oh my Spike is so clever and funny!" Obsession swooned from above.
"Then send me money now to save your soul from eternal damnation!" the TV screamed.
"Yah, I'll put that right on my to-do list."
"You're on mine Spike," Obsession said a little too loudly. Spike was immediately on alert, pulling out his gun and looking left and right.
"Obsession," Spike called. "I know you're somewhere around here! Why don't you just leave me alone before you get hurt?"
"Oh your voice sounds so sexy when you're angry!" Obsession called through the ventilation, giving his voice an echo.
"Shut up you pervert before I kill you!" Spike yelled, pointing his gun at random spots on the ceiling.
"Come and get me then my lovely man," Obsession said as he loudly scurried out of the room laughing like a schoolboy. Spike let out a frustrated yell and began shooting along the tube, trying to follow the sound and hit Obsession.
"God! Damn! You! You! Bitch!" Spike called with every shot he fired. Faye walked into the room via the stairwell to see what all the noise was and to tell off the one who was making it when she saw Spike shooting at the ceiling. She ran the rest of the way down the stairs and tackled Spike just as he was about to fire off another round.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! This ship is broken enough as it is!" Faye yelled, pinning Spike to the ground.
"Get off me Faye! I'm gonna kill him! He has to be stopped!" Spike yelled, his voice muffled by the ground.
"Who? The Boogie Man? Cause that's all that you're gonna hit shooting at my bedroom floor like that!" Faye said, putting her head right over Spike's shoulder.
"Don't you get it? Obsession's on the ship!! I was trying to shoot him!" Spike said, turning his head to look over his shoulder.
Obsession had heard the gunfire stop and had sneaked back into the living room just in time to get an aerial view of Faye tackling Spike. His eye twitched when Faye didn't get off him right away but instead moved more on top of him. "Get off Spike you HOAR!" Obsession screamed down to her. Faye's head shot up and she started looking wildly around.
"Where'd that come from?!" Faye said.
"It's Obsession again, he's in the ventilation system!" Spike yelled, kicking Faye off and shooting at the ventilation again. Obsession moved out of the way of the shooting but continued to glare at Faye for as long as he could. That was the bitch that had opened Spike's present, and now she was trying to steal Spike way too!
"You'll pay you skank, I'll never let you have him. Spike, I'll give you another little present for Valentine's Day! We'll be together even if I have to kill everyone else on this ship, starting with that little girl!" Obsession said, his eyes crazed.
"Spike, why'd you let him get away?" Faye yelled at Spike after he'd emptied his gun on the ceiling. "He's gonna come after you faster now!"
"That's what you're worried about?" Spike asked, turning around to look at Faye.
"Well what else would I be worried about?" Faye asked, un-nerved by Spike's calmness.
"Your own life."
"What?"
"Obsession saw you tackle me, and then he saw you put your head by mine and me turn my head towards you, but he didn't hear our conversation. Your life's at risk now as much as mine, Obsession thinks that he's got competition."
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Dream: Ah yes, bow before my evilness! I think that I'm getting better at this!
Spike: Yah, at torturing me! You must really hate me, don't ya!
Dream: No! Of course not! I love you too much!
Spike: Some way to express love, pray tell what drove you to this weird fan fiction abomination?
Dream: *fumes*(SEWER GAS! ^_^) Well, to tell you the truth, I started this story over the summer. One night I was awoken for no reason at about 3 o'clock in the morning with this idea in my head. It just went on from there!
Spike: M-hmm and you're positive that pot was not involved in this in any way?
Dream: SPIKE!!
Spike: Hey, I was just making sure!
Dream: Anyway, the next chapter will be up soon! I kind of have to finish it first! ^_~
The Dream Goes On as I Walk in the Rain on L8ter Dayz . . .
Life is but a Dream2 0 0 0 (The *Dream*er)
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or anything related to it!
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Spike woke up the next morning on the couch, stirred from sleep by Ein licking his hand, and as the saying goes NOBODY is ever happy to hear an alarm bell. "Get away from me you fucking mutt!" Spike yelled at Ein, pulling his hand away. He would have kicked Ein away, if the corgi hadn't ran from the room whimpering. Spike sat up on the couch, putting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes to get the 'sleep' out. Funny he had any at all; he'd only gotten to sleep an hour ago.
"That damn mutt, man, maybe Obsession will kill him for me," Spike mumbled with a smile. As soon as he said that, he slapped himself. Obsession was a stalker that would kill him eventually if he didn't stop him! This was serious, no reason to smile in the least! Spike yawned and rubbed his face, shit he wanted to sleep again! But he knew that he would never be able to grudgingly got up.
He made his way to the kitchen, praying that Jet would be in there fixing something. At this point, he would even stomach Jet's famous "Bell Peppers and Beef" (A/N: Ever notice how almost every Cowboy Bebop story mentions that at least once?) to get his mind off everything! He got to the kitchen and peered inside, dark as the grave.
Spike yawned and leaned against the door frame, what time was it anyway? He had to admit, this darkness was un-nerving. All of a sudden, something streaked past him. He let out a pre-masculine shriek and fell to the ground. He just saw Ein's tail speeding around the corner at the end of the hall as he sat up. "Stupid dog," he grumbled. "Well, if I can't eat then maybe I should give sleep my best effort." He dragged himself up and started walking back towards the couch, taking his time in no particular rush.
It was only then that he noticed it, a muddy footprint not his own. With closer inspection, he realized that it wasn't Jet's or Faye's either. He stood straight up, stock still, listening for any kind of noise. That only thing that he heard was the sound of Ein sprinting down the hallway. He made his way back to the couch and sat down, draping his arms over the back and staring at the ceiling. "No way am I getting to sleep now," Spike thought to himself with a sigh. Spike heard the door open behind him and he immediately got up into a defensive position, ready to kick ass, only to see a very puffy-eyed Jet leaning across the bars on the balcony.
"You know you have a shriek that could wake the dead?" Jet asked, yawning and stretching.
"I never shriek, that was a . . . . . ." Spike said, trying to come up with an excuse.
"Whatever," Jet said. "It's 5:45, might as well get breakfast ready." Jet slowly made his way down the stairs, pushing Spike onto the couch as he passed him. "That was for waking me up,' he grumbled. Jet looked down as he was saying this and saw the muddy footprint. "Spike, what's that?"
"It's a footprint dumb-ass."
"I mean, how did it get here?"
"I was going to ask you the same question. It's been a day since our last bounty head was on board and we're about 6 hours away from the nearest planet."
"You think we got a stow-away?" Jet asked.
"Don't know, maybe you should search the ship after you make breakfast." Spike suggested, laying back and lighting a cigarette.
"Or maybe your new boyfriend decided to pay a visit," Jet replied, heading towards the kitchen. Spike jumped up, grabbed Jet by the collar, and banged him against the wall. (A/N: NO NOT THAT WAY!!!)
"Don't you even JOKE about that!!" Spike yelled at Jet's face.
"Jesus, I was just trying to be funny buddy, lighten up!" Jet said, trying to pry Spike's hands from his collar.
"You try being calm when you've got a fucking freak after you," Spike grumbled, letting go of Jet. He sat back down and put his head in his hands, damn, since when did he get this emotional?
"This guy really has you scared doesn't he," Jet said with some surprise. He went over and put a hand on Spike's shoulder. "Hey tough guy! No worries, if he's on the ship we'll find him, we'll get him before he gets you! Plus, that bounty on his head'll be mighty nice huh?" Spike sighed and took his head out of his hands with an almost sad smile.
"Thanks for that," he said standing up. "Any chance you could start on that breakfast you were talking about?" Jet let out a laugh and started towards the kitchen with Spike in tow.
While all this was going on, Obsession was watching from above. He'd sneaked onboard by hijacking a ship late last night, and then drilling a hole through the docking bay doors. This was where he belonged, the whole place practically screamed Spike and he couldn't wait to explore every inch of it. Unfortunately, almost as soon as he'd gotten onboard, he'd noticed that the crew was still up and active and he'd been forced to hide. He'd crept around through the ventilation, following Spike wherever he went. The shower room had been a very pleasant sight indeed!
"Just a few more hours my love, just a few more hours until Valentine's Day," Obsession whispered, creeping towards the kitchen. Obsession had hoped that his footprint would be enough to lure Spike to him, he'd been watching over Spike while he slept but that dog had woken him up. As he ran to hide, he'd been excited, Spike was sure to be running after him any second but he'd never come.
Oh well, it was only a matter of time before they started searching the ship for him, and he would follow Spike until he was sure they were alone. Then, but Obsession was getting too excited just thinking about it! His stomach twisted with anticipation as he watched Spike talking with his comrade below.
"Listen, will you get out of the kitchen so I can COOK NOW?!" Jet bellowed at Spike who was flitting around the kitchen criticizing Jet's cooking techniques.
"Man do you run hot and cold," Spike grumbled as he slumped out of the kitchen. He walked out into the living room, completely unaware that Obsession was trailing his every move. Spike sat down on the couch, again, and flipped on the TV.
There was nothing on this early except some oldies kids show about these stupid fat things that had antennas coming out of their heads and TVs on their stomachs. Spike was vaguely amused until they started ranting about "Tubby Tustard!" and he immediately switched the channel. The only other thing on was a televangelist so Spike decided to try to get his hour of religion for the year.
"Do you have regrets?" the televangelist asked.
"Duh, who doesn't," Spike mumbled at the TV.
"Do you feel the hot breath of the devil on your neck?"
"Yes, and it feels quite nice," Spike said sarcastically.
"Oh my Spike is so clever and funny!" Obsession swooned from above.
"Then send me money now to save your soul from eternal damnation!" the TV screamed.
"Yah, I'll put that right on my to-do list."
"You're on mine Spike," Obsession said a little too loudly. Spike was immediately on alert, pulling out his gun and looking left and right.
"Obsession," Spike called. "I know you're somewhere around here! Why don't you just leave me alone before you get hurt?"
"Oh your voice sounds so sexy when you're angry!" Obsession called through the ventilation, giving his voice an echo.
"Shut up you pervert before I kill you!" Spike yelled, pointing his gun at random spots on the ceiling.
"Come and get me then my lovely man," Obsession said as he loudly scurried out of the room laughing like a schoolboy. Spike let out a frustrated yell and began shooting along the tube, trying to follow the sound and hit Obsession.
"God! Damn! You! You! Bitch!" Spike called with every shot he fired. Faye walked into the room via the stairwell to see what all the noise was and to tell off the one who was making it when she saw Spike shooting at the ceiling. She ran the rest of the way down the stairs and tackled Spike just as he was about to fire off another round.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! This ship is broken enough as it is!" Faye yelled, pinning Spike to the ground.
"Get off me Faye! I'm gonna kill him! He has to be stopped!" Spike yelled, his voice muffled by the ground.
"Who? The Boogie Man? Cause that's all that you're gonna hit shooting at my bedroom floor like that!" Faye said, putting her head right over Spike's shoulder.
"Don't you get it? Obsession's on the ship!! I was trying to shoot him!" Spike said, turning his head to look over his shoulder.
Obsession had heard the gunfire stop and had sneaked back into the living room just in time to get an aerial view of Faye tackling Spike. His eye twitched when Faye didn't get off him right away but instead moved more on top of him. "Get off Spike you HOAR!" Obsession screamed down to her. Faye's head shot up and she started looking wildly around.
"Where'd that come from?!" Faye said.
"It's Obsession again, he's in the ventilation system!" Spike yelled, kicking Faye off and shooting at the ventilation again. Obsession moved out of the way of the shooting but continued to glare at Faye for as long as he could. That was the bitch that had opened Spike's present, and now she was trying to steal Spike way too!
"You'll pay you skank, I'll never let you have him. Spike, I'll give you another little present for Valentine's Day! We'll be together even if I have to kill everyone else on this ship, starting with that little girl!" Obsession said, his eyes crazed.
"Spike, why'd you let him get away?" Faye yelled at Spike after he'd emptied his gun on the ceiling. "He's gonna come after you faster now!"
"That's what you're worried about?" Spike asked, turning around to look at Faye.
"Well what else would I be worried about?" Faye asked, un-nerved by Spike's calmness.
"Your own life."
"What?"
"Obsession saw you tackle me, and then he saw you put your head by mine and me turn my head towards you, but he didn't hear our conversation. Your life's at risk now as much as mine, Obsession thinks that he's got competition."
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Dream: Ah yes, bow before my evilness! I think that I'm getting better at this!
Spike: Yah, at torturing me! You must really hate me, don't ya!
Dream: No! Of course not! I love you too much!
Spike: Some way to express love, pray tell what drove you to this weird fan fiction abomination?
Dream: *fumes*(SEWER GAS! ^_^) Well, to tell you the truth, I started this story over the summer. One night I was awoken for no reason at about 3 o'clock in the morning with this idea in my head. It just went on from there!
Spike: M-hmm and you're positive that pot was not involved in this in any way?
Dream: SPIKE!!
Spike: Hey, I was just making sure!
Dream: Anyway, the next chapter will be up soon! I kind of have to finish it first! ^_~
The Dream Goes On as I Walk in the Rain on L8ter Dayz . . .
Life is but a Dream2 0 0 0 (The *Dream*er)