CHERRY TOMATO
Epilogue
Deep inside of her, I know it still hurts. I can see it in her eyes as I watch her play, bond with her computer or experiment with strange clothing and makeup. The others on board the ship…what is the word? Ah, yes- 'adults', they comfort her when she feels so miserable, she can barely hold her small head high above her skinny shoulders. The man who cannot see still comes to visit with his wife- a pretty thing that seems to perpetually have the aroma of coffee and pancakes clinging to her.
The tall one…Spike- showed her some pieces of paper and gently said they were adoption forms. The other woman, Faye- leant on his shoulder and smiled as he explained. Seems they wanted her to stay around after all. Orphaned twice, maybe she has finally found a home to belong to.
With wide and deep orange eyes, she has related these things to me in the confines of the hammock we both share with the unusual male scent. It's slowly fading as time slips through our fingers, but it seems vaguely reassuring for some farfetched reason.
There are pictures on the wall too. One of her and I, but others also of her collective parents. The Original, The Favourite, and The New.
She touches each of them before she falls asleep- reassuring herself that she will indeed meet them in that place on the edge of dreams and reality- Where the sun is strong, the grass is lush and green, and the bird's repertoires consist solely of songs of happiness and peace.
FLEA ALERT! FLEA ALERT! TURN AROUND! BITE, BITE, and BITE!
Dammit. I hate freakin' fleas.
a/n:
== Kay! Hoped you all liked this lil' epilogue to neaten things up a bit and tie together the loose ends.
Thank you to all of the new reviewers who've taken an interest in my story since the last session was posted. It's very gratifying!
Oh, and just incase any of you weren't able to tell, this particular piece of writing was in Ein's POV.
Phe-chan.
Mayhap I'll do another Bebop ficlet? What do you think? Let me know in a review?