Hey peoples! What's up? Ok, this chapter in my story is most definitely
comic relief! Have you ever just been writing a story, a definite tone to
it, and then all of a sudden, the characters go against you? It's just like
one morning, they wake up and say, "Hey! Let's jack up L*****'s story
today!" (I bleeped out my real name! ^_^ *giggle*) But yah, this will most
likely be the last chappie that I put up in awhile! I'm going down to me
mommies over the summer. But yah, KEEP REVIEWING! Thanks much to those who
did, and Valkyrie, I'm sorry but I didn't use your suggestion! I'll
consider it for later chapters though! Anywho, THE DISCLAIMER! *Dun-dun-
duuuun!*
Disclaimer: LOOK AT ME! DO I LOOK LIKE I COULD OWN COWBOY BEBOP???????
Vicious walked towards his apartment door, taking his key out of his pocket. "Well, here goes nothing," he thought to himself. With that, he put the key in the lock and opened the door. "Hello?" he called as he walked through the door.
"Is that you darling?" a woman's voice called. Before Vicious could answer, a machete was hurled at his face. He ducked just in time and a woman ran out in a lime green bathrobe with pink flowers. "Of all the people that you could cheat on me with, it had to be Stacey?!" the woman yelled.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Vicious yelled back at the woman.
"You're not my husband! How did you get in?" the woman screamed.
"This used to be my apartment before I was sent off to prison!" Vicious yelled, only now realizing how silly this must look.
"Well it's not your apartment anymore! Get out! Get Out! GET OUT!!" the woman yelled at Vicious.
"Fine then I will!" Vicious yelled. "Sorry to bother you!" Vicious turned and was about to walk out the door, but it opened and in walked a balding man in a worn out business suit.
"Karen, I.." the man started. Then he saw Vicious. He turned to his wife, in her bathrobe, then to Vicious, then back to his wife. "Well then! You catch me kissing your sister once and you go out and get yourself a MAN HOAR?!"
"I." Vicious started.
"Like Stacey is any better then a man hoar, the woman has frickin mustache!" the woman yelled, her voice going hoarse.
"That says a whole lot about your family doesn't it!" the man screamed back.
"I'm gonna leave now." Vicious said, and walked out the door. He looked over his shoulder as he walked out only to see that the couple had each other in strangle holds.
Vicious walked out of the apartment building, "What am I gonna do now?" He walked down the street, hands in his pockets, not looking where he was going or even up. He barely even realized it when he bumped into someone. It was a girl carrying shopping bags and when Vicious bumped into her, everything in the bags spilled out onto the street.
"Sorry," Vicious mumbled, not really meaning it.
"Why don't you watch where you're going jerk?" the girl said, grabbing a loaf of bread before it got run over by a car.
Vicious had been slowly walking away, but he immediately recognized the voice. "Fadia?" he said, turning around.
"Vicious?" Fadia asked. "Is that you? When did you get out of prison?"
"Why do you care?" Vicious said with a scoff. "You were the one who called the police to report my bounty!"
"Oh, you heard about that huh?" Fadia said her eyes downcast. "Did you also hear that I was the one who got you into that local prison?"
"No," Vicious said, squatting down and picking up groceries.
"Yah, well, I felt that I owed you something," Fadia said, slowly trying to get up carrying her shopping bags. "So I guess that I'll see you around."
"Yah," Vicious said.
"Yep," Fadia said, just standing there.
"So, do." Vicious started.
"I need help carrying my groceries? Yes!" Fadia said, handing over 6 of her bags. "Follow me."
Vicious looked at the bags, shrugged, and followed Fadia. "Oh well, I've got nothing better to do," Vicious thought to himself. "But I feel like somebody's being hustled and I think that it's me!"
Vicious could only imagine how ridiculous this whole thing looked. A man with a trench coat, a blank look on his face, and a katana, carrying shopping bags behind a 13 year old. The only thing that would make this even weirder is if he still had his bird and Fadia had him on a leash! (I actually drew a picture of that! ^^)
"Hurry up Vicious, we're almost there and I don't want my ice cream to melt!" Fadia called over her shoulder.
"You have ice cream in here? How old are you, 5?" Vicious mumbled to himself.
"I'm 14, you forget very easily Vicious!" Fadia called back.
"Last time you said that you were 13! Will you decide your age already?!" Vicious said.
"You've been in prison for 6 months, my birthday's come and gone," Fadia called back. "You missed the party!"
Vicious looked down at his feet, it had been awhile since he'd had a birthday party, or even noticed when his birthday came and went. "I guess that I don't have a life." Vicious thought to himself.
"Come on, this way!" Fadia called, climbing the steps of an apartment building.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vicious and Fadia stepped out of the elevator on the 4th floor. Fadia walked over to one of the doors, opened it, and motioned for Vicious to come in. Inside the apartment was a couch, a television, and a chair for the living room, a kitchenette, and two doors that Vicious guessed were the bedroom and a bathroom.
Fadia went over and put her bags in the kitchen and then came back, grabbed the other bags from Vicious, and put them in the kitchen too. "Go ahead and sit down, make yourself at home!" Fadia said, motioning over to the couch.
Vicious went over and slumped back on the couch. "This is comfier then the bed back at my old apartment!" Vicious thought to himself, staring at the ceiling.
Fadia came over and sat in the chair, looking at Vicious.
"So, you live here alone?" Vicious asked, not taking his eyes off the ceiling.
"Yep, it suits my needs." Fadia said, following Vicious's example and staring at the ceiling.
"Then what was up with all the grocery bags?" Vicious asked, stretching himself out across the couch.
"I just got paid today and I haven't eaten in awhile. I went a little crazy." Fadia said. And she looked it too. Her clothes looked kind of baggy on her and her face was paler then usual.
Vicious looked over at her, she wore all black. Black boots, black pants, black shirt, black jacket. Vicious was for an instant certain that this girl was a vampire. (^_^ little thing between me and Valkyrie) Then he noticed something about the jacket. It had broad shoulders like it was made for a man, a silver chain connecting in the front, and it came down in a v- like shape in the back. Only one type of person he knew wore jackets like that.
"What line of work did you say you were in again?" Vicious asked, his eyes focused on Fadia.
"I didn't say," Fadia said, feeling Vicious's gaze and looking over at him.
"You work for the syndicate, don't you." Vicious said, getting back up into a sitting position.
"Yah, I know, the jacket gives me away doesn't it," Fadia said, looking down at her clothes. "But I really don't work for them, I'm just an informant. They need information, I'm."
"I know what an informant is," Vicious said. "I used to work for the Red Dragons remember?"
"Why didn't you ever go back?" Fadia asked.
"Personal reasons!" Vicious snapped.
"Ok, whatever," Fadia said. "By the way, where are you staying?"
"I don't really know," Vicious said. "I'll find somewhere. I'd better go."
Vicious had started to get up when Fadia spoke up.
"You can stay here until you find somewhere else if you want." Fadia said, rather speedily.
"Ok then," Vicious said lying back down on the couch. Fadia went into the kitchen to get a soda. "Let me know when dinner's ready." Vicious yelled over.
Ok so whatcha think? I hope that it's good and that I can find a definite plot line soon! I think that I have one figured out, but there characters just seem to love messing things up for me! The voices in my head don't like them! (^_^) j/k Anywho, I'll see if I can put up one more chapter before school ends, but I can't promise anything! Until next time!
Toodles!
Life is but a Dream2000
Disclaimer: LOOK AT ME! DO I LOOK LIKE I COULD OWN COWBOY BEBOP???????
Vicious walked towards his apartment door, taking his key out of his pocket. "Well, here goes nothing," he thought to himself. With that, he put the key in the lock and opened the door. "Hello?" he called as he walked through the door.
"Is that you darling?" a woman's voice called. Before Vicious could answer, a machete was hurled at his face. He ducked just in time and a woman ran out in a lime green bathrobe with pink flowers. "Of all the people that you could cheat on me with, it had to be Stacey?!" the woman yelled.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Vicious yelled back at the woman.
"You're not my husband! How did you get in?" the woman screamed.
"This used to be my apartment before I was sent off to prison!" Vicious yelled, only now realizing how silly this must look.
"Well it's not your apartment anymore! Get out! Get Out! GET OUT!!" the woman yelled at Vicious.
"Fine then I will!" Vicious yelled. "Sorry to bother you!" Vicious turned and was about to walk out the door, but it opened and in walked a balding man in a worn out business suit.
"Karen, I.." the man started. Then he saw Vicious. He turned to his wife, in her bathrobe, then to Vicious, then back to his wife. "Well then! You catch me kissing your sister once and you go out and get yourself a MAN HOAR?!"
"I." Vicious started.
"Like Stacey is any better then a man hoar, the woman has frickin mustache!" the woman yelled, her voice going hoarse.
"That says a whole lot about your family doesn't it!" the man screamed back.
"I'm gonna leave now." Vicious said, and walked out the door. He looked over his shoulder as he walked out only to see that the couple had each other in strangle holds.
Vicious walked out of the apartment building, "What am I gonna do now?" He walked down the street, hands in his pockets, not looking where he was going or even up. He barely even realized it when he bumped into someone. It was a girl carrying shopping bags and when Vicious bumped into her, everything in the bags spilled out onto the street.
"Sorry," Vicious mumbled, not really meaning it.
"Why don't you watch where you're going jerk?" the girl said, grabbing a loaf of bread before it got run over by a car.
Vicious had been slowly walking away, but he immediately recognized the voice. "Fadia?" he said, turning around.
"Vicious?" Fadia asked. "Is that you? When did you get out of prison?"
"Why do you care?" Vicious said with a scoff. "You were the one who called the police to report my bounty!"
"Oh, you heard about that huh?" Fadia said her eyes downcast. "Did you also hear that I was the one who got you into that local prison?"
"No," Vicious said, squatting down and picking up groceries.
"Yah, well, I felt that I owed you something," Fadia said, slowly trying to get up carrying her shopping bags. "So I guess that I'll see you around."
"Yah," Vicious said.
"Yep," Fadia said, just standing there.
"So, do." Vicious started.
"I need help carrying my groceries? Yes!" Fadia said, handing over 6 of her bags. "Follow me."
Vicious looked at the bags, shrugged, and followed Fadia. "Oh well, I've got nothing better to do," Vicious thought to himself. "But I feel like somebody's being hustled and I think that it's me!"
Vicious could only imagine how ridiculous this whole thing looked. A man with a trench coat, a blank look on his face, and a katana, carrying shopping bags behind a 13 year old. The only thing that would make this even weirder is if he still had his bird and Fadia had him on a leash! (I actually drew a picture of that! ^^)
"Hurry up Vicious, we're almost there and I don't want my ice cream to melt!" Fadia called over her shoulder.
"You have ice cream in here? How old are you, 5?" Vicious mumbled to himself.
"I'm 14, you forget very easily Vicious!" Fadia called back.
"Last time you said that you were 13! Will you decide your age already?!" Vicious said.
"You've been in prison for 6 months, my birthday's come and gone," Fadia called back. "You missed the party!"
Vicious looked down at his feet, it had been awhile since he'd had a birthday party, or even noticed when his birthday came and went. "I guess that I don't have a life." Vicious thought to himself.
"Come on, this way!" Fadia called, climbing the steps of an apartment building.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vicious and Fadia stepped out of the elevator on the 4th floor. Fadia walked over to one of the doors, opened it, and motioned for Vicious to come in. Inside the apartment was a couch, a television, and a chair for the living room, a kitchenette, and two doors that Vicious guessed were the bedroom and a bathroom.
Fadia went over and put her bags in the kitchen and then came back, grabbed the other bags from Vicious, and put them in the kitchen too. "Go ahead and sit down, make yourself at home!" Fadia said, motioning over to the couch.
Vicious went over and slumped back on the couch. "This is comfier then the bed back at my old apartment!" Vicious thought to himself, staring at the ceiling.
Fadia came over and sat in the chair, looking at Vicious.
"So, you live here alone?" Vicious asked, not taking his eyes off the ceiling.
"Yep, it suits my needs." Fadia said, following Vicious's example and staring at the ceiling.
"Then what was up with all the grocery bags?" Vicious asked, stretching himself out across the couch.
"I just got paid today and I haven't eaten in awhile. I went a little crazy." Fadia said. And she looked it too. Her clothes looked kind of baggy on her and her face was paler then usual.
Vicious looked over at her, she wore all black. Black boots, black pants, black shirt, black jacket. Vicious was for an instant certain that this girl was a vampire. (^_^ little thing between me and Valkyrie) Then he noticed something about the jacket. It had broad shoulders like it was made for a man, a silver chain connecting in the front, and it came down in a v- like shape in the back. Only one type of person he knew wore jackets like that.
"What line of work did you say you were in again?" Vicious asked, his eyes focused on Fadia.
"I didn't say," Fadia said, feeling Vicious's gaze and looking over at him.
"You work for the syndicate, don't you." Vicious said, getting back up into a sitting position.
"Yah, I know, the jacket gives me away doesn't it," Fadia said, looking down at her clothes. "But I really don't work for them, I'm just an informant. They need information, I'm."
"I know what an informant is," Vicious said. "I used to work for the Red Dragons remember?"
"Why didn't you ever go back?" Fadia asked.
"Personal reasons!" Vicious snapped.
"Ok, whatever," Fadia said. "By the way, where are you staying?"
"I don't really know," Vicious said. "I'll find somewhere. I'd better go."
Vicious had started to get up when Fadia spoke up.
"You can stay here until you find somewhere else if you want." Fadia said, rather speedily.
"Ok then," Vicious said lying back down on the couch. Fadia went into the kitchen to get a soda. "Let me know when dinner's ready." Vicious yelled over.
Ok so whatcha think? I hope that it's good and that I can find a definite plot line soon! I think that I have one figured out, but there characters just seem to love messing things up for me! The voices in my head don't like them! (^_^) j/k Anywho, I'll see if I can put up one more chapter before school ends, but I can't promise anything! Until next time!
Toodles!
Life is but a Dream2000