+See You Later Space Cowboy+
Disclaimer: Do I really need one? *sighs in disgust* ALRITE THEN! I don't own Cowboy Bebop. If I did, I wouldn't be making fanfics about it, rather I'd be making it come alive in the anime. But then again, I don't own it. So, there u go ^_^
Session 2: Spike Spiegel
'"The Spike Spiegel you're talking about is dead. You're gonna have to accept who you see."'
-Spike's POV-
*sighs* Life couldn't get any better than this. No more starvation or worn out ships, or over-crazed criminals or a tight budget. None of these exist in my life anymore, but then again, I died a long time ago. My final battle with Vicious was a test to decide which one of us would take Mao's place. No one could take his place, but then again . . .
The Syndicate was like that. If you died, the legacy and memory you left behind will die after a replacement is found. But I still remember Mao, I still remember Vicious. Why isn't it working? I feel a set of hands wrap around my neck. I close my eyes and try to relax. No, it's not because I'm in pleasure, but in pain. I turn my head to confirm my suspicions.
"So, Spike Spiegal, what are you thinking of," she inquired seductivly. I rolled my eyes. She isn't worth my time at all. I remove her arms and went to the overlook balcony. Of course, she followed me right outside. She's always followed me before I left. If you're wondering who this bitch is, well, long story short, she's Mao's eldest daughter Luci. Vicious fell in love with her once, and I don't blame the poor guy. Long black jet hair, curves at all the right places, all the power she posesses. Yes, it's true that only guys run the Syndicate. But the women, that's an entirely different story. Mao made it so that his daughters would control bits and pieces of this organization, but that was it, and that was all.
"Well, Spike, is there anything that you're thinking of?" I sigh in disgust and keep looking at the setting sun. It's so beautiful, too bad I had to see it with her.
"Yeah, I am thinkin of something. I'm thinking about how I should kill you if you were to ever bother me again." A smirk appeared on my face. I loved pissing her off . . .
"Well, that's settled. But really Spike, what are you thinking about?" She wasn't mad? That's got to be some sort of miracle. I looked at her to find that she was looking up. She was looking into space. Then, she turned her head and looked at me. "You miss it, don't you Spike? You miss the adventures you had up in space." I turned around and looked at the setting sun. Jesus, this girl's good. But how . . .
"When you left, I couldn't help but wonder why did you leave. I mean, yes, Julia . . ." Don't mention that name to me. . . "But then again, I saw that you loved it. We have spies, Spike, and they informed me about everything you went through. I'm guessing you love that life-"
"Are you done yet? Cause all that shit is makin me sick." I turned and looked at her. She smiled and looked back to the setting sun. I hate optomistic people, especially her. "You mind as well get used to what you see now. Your father-"
"My father would want you happy. He wouldn't want you to turn out like him," she interrupted. She's right, but I could never admit that to her. "You were the son he never had, don't you get it?" I looked into her eyes. For some reason, I was drowning in them. But I quickly shaked the feeling off. A sad smile appeared on her lips. I turned away, because it felt like a sin to look at her.
"Whatever happened to the Spike Spiegel that I fell in love with? That Julia fell in love with? Whatever happened to him?" Oh shit...
I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall. I looked into her eyes once more. No longer were they tempting, but filled with fear and utter sadness. A tear rolls down her cheek, and I realize what I've done wrong. Immediatly, I drop her to the ground and look into the now violet sky with no emotion.
"The Spike Spiegel you're talking about is dead. You're gonna have to accept who you see." I started to walk away. I've told you before, she's annoying.
+Faye's POV+
"May I take your order," the waitress asks politely. This is a first: Jet's decided not to cook tonight. I smile and order for Ed and I, but Jet. . .
Damn you Spike! You're not dead, aren't you? Where are you Spike? Why haven't you come back to us? I look out the window to see Jet staring into the ocean so blue. For some reason, knowing you're alive has hurt instead of heal. I look at Ed, and I know she feels the same way. I can't belive someone would do a selfish, stupid thing like that. . .
"Faye-Faye, stop worrying about Spike-person," *yes, she still talks like this. . .* I look at her and smile. She's right, I should stop. But it's because of you bastard, that I never forgiven myself for the times we fought, or the last time I saw you.
"I'm Dead Faye. . ."
No, you're not dead, Spike. Not to me you ain't. I look out the window again. Tears from heaven fall down to earth, as if the big guy upstairs actually understands our pain. Feh, yeah right. I close my eyes and think. . .think back to a time when we were all stupid, adventurous, when we acted like nothing could kill us but our pasts. My past, Ed's need to belong, Jet's good ol' Black Dog days, and you and Julia. . .
Jet walks in, soaking wet from head to toe. The waitress hands him a towel, and he greedily grabs it from her. He comes to our table and sits down, closing his eyes, reflecting. You can tell he's been thinking. . . but about what? The waitress comes back with our order. I take my steaming hot coffee and sip, afraid to burn my tongue. Suddenly, the craziest idea since our grave-digging days surfaces. . .
+A.N+ hey there again FF.NET readers! PLEASE PPL I BEG OF U!! Lol, j/jk. but please review this chapter. thnx to Jaded-Shrew, Cowgirl13, and foxyangel517 for reviewing so far. kk, l8er!
since. angelik-nikole
Disclaimer: Do I really need one? *sighs in disgust* ALRITE THEN! I don't own Cowboy Bebop. If I did, I wouldn't be making fanfics about it, rather I'd be making it come alive in the anime. But then again, I don't own it. So, there u go ^_^
Session 2: Spike Spiegel
'"The Spike Spiegel you're talking about is dead. You're gonna have to accept who you see."'
-Spike's POV-
*sighs* Life couldn't get any better than this. No more starvation or worn out ships, or over-crazed criminals or a tight budget. None of these exist in my life anymore, but then again, I died a long time ago. My final battle with Vicious was a test to decide which one of us would take Mao's place. No one could take his place, but then again . . .
The Syndicate was like that. If you died, the legacy and memory you left behind will die after a replacement is found. But I still remember Mao, I still remember Vicious. Why isn't it working? I feel a set of hands wrap around my neck. I close my eyes and try to relax. No, it's not because I'm in pleasure, but in pain. I turn my head to confirm my suspicions.
"So, Spike Spiegal, what are you thinking of," she inquired seductivly. I rolled my eyes. She isn't worth my time at all. I remove her arms and went to the overlook balcony. Of course, she followed me right outside. She's always followed me before I left. If you're wondering who this bitch is, well, long story short, she's Mao's eldest daughter Luci. Vicious fell in love with her once, and I don't blame the poor guy. Long black jet hair, curves at all the right places, all the power she posesses. Yes, it's true that only guys run the Syndicate. But the women, that's an entirely different story. Mao made it so that his daughters would control bits and pieces of this organization, but that was it, and that was all.
"Well, Spike, is there anything that you're thinking of?" I sigh in disgust and keep looking at the setting sun. It's so beautiful, too bad I had to see it with her.
"Yeah, I am thinkin of something. I'm thinking about how I should kill you if you were to ever bother me again." A smirk appeared on my face. I loved pissing her off . . .
"Well, that's settled. But really Spike, what are you thinking about?" She wasn't mad? That's got to be some sort of miracle. I looked at her to find that she was looking up. She was looking into space. Then, she turned her head and looked at me. "You miss it, don't you Spike? You miss the adventures you had up in space." I turned around and looked at the setting sun. Jesus, this girl's good. But how . . .
"When you left, I couldn't help but wonder why did you leave. I mean, yes, Julia . . ." Don't mention that name to me. . . "But then again, I saw that you loved it. We have spies, Spike, and they informed me about everything you went through. I'm guessing you love that life-"
"Are you done yet? Cause all that shit is makin me sick." I turned and looked at her. She smiled and looked back to the setting sun. I hate optomistic people, especially her. "You mind as well get used to what you see now. Your father-"
"My father would want you happy. He wouldn't want you to turn out like him," she interrupted. She's right, but I could never admit that to her. "You were the son he never had, don't you get it?" I looked into her eyes. For some reason, I was drowning in them. But I quickly shaked the feeling off. A sad smile appeared on her lips. I turned away, because it felt like a sin to look at her.
"Whatever happened to the Spike Spiegel that I fell in love with? That Julia fell in love with? Whatever happened to him?" Oh shit...
I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall. I looked into her eyes once more. No longer were they tempting, but filled with fear and utter sadness. A tear rolls down her cheek, and I realize what I've done wrong. Immediatly, I drop her to the ground and look into the now violet sky with no emotion.
"The Spike Spiegel you're talking about is dead. You're gonna have to accept who you see." I started to walk away. I've told you before, she's annoying.
+Faye's POV+
"May I take your order," the waitress asks politely. This is a first: Jet's decided not to cook tonight. I smile and order for Ed and I, but Jet. . .
Damn you Spike! You're not dead, aren't you? Where are you Spike? Why haven't you come back to us? I look out the window to see Jet staring into the ocean so blue. For some reason, knowing you're alive has hurt instead of heal. I look at Ed, and I know she feels the same way. I can't belive someone would do a selfish, stupid thing like that. . .
"Faye-Faye, stop worrying about Spike-person," *yes, she still talks like this. . .* I look at her and smile. She's right, I should stop. But it's because of you bastard, that I never forgiven myself for the times we fought, or the last time I saw you.
"I'm Dead Faye. . ."
No, you're not dead, Spike. Not to me you ain't. I look out the window again. Tears from heaven fall down to earth, as if the big guy upstairs actually understands our pain. Feh, yeah right. I close my eyes and think. . .think back to a time when we were all stupid, adventurous, when we acted like nothing could kill us but our pasts. My past, Ed's need to belong, Jet's good ol' Black Dog days, and you and Julia. . .
Jet walks in, soaking wet from head to toe. The waitress hands him a towel, and he greedily grabs it from her. He comes to our table and sits down, closing his eyes, reflecting. You can tell he's been thinking. . . but about what? The waitress comes back with our order. I take my steaming hot coffee and sip, afraid to burn my tongue. Suddenly, the craziest idea since our grave-digging days surfaces. . .
+A.N+ hey there again FF.NET readers! PLEASE PPL I BEG OF U!! Lol, j/jk. but please review this chapter. thnx to Jaded-Shrew, Cowgirl13, and foxyangel517 for reviewing so far. kk, l8er!
since. angelik-nikole