Hey there peoples! I'm baaaaaaaack! I don't even know why I keep putting up chapters on this thing, maybe just to waste space on 's data base, yah that's it! Be afraid ! Be very afraid! Anyway, I now give you the next chapter in this on-going, yet relatively unknown, saga!
Disclaimer: I don't own COWBOY BEBOP!!!
()()()()()()()()()()()
They finally got to Fadia's apartment about a half hour later only to find a visitor waiting for them by the door. "Hey Trev, what're you doing here?" Fadia asked as she approached the door.
"I need a place to stay, the land lord kicked me out," Trev said, sliding down the wall into a sitting position.
"Humph" Vicious said with a partial smirk on his face. Trev looked up at Vicious with almost sad eyes; sure that Vicious was going to make the most of his hard luck. Nothing more then he deserved though. "I know the feeling; do you think that I wanted to live here?" Vicious said, leaning against the wall by Trev.
Fadia responded by kicking him in the chest, "If you don't like it then you can stay somewhere else!" She went over to the door, opened it, walked through it, and slammed it shut. The click of the lock was made exaggerated.
"Well it seems we find ourselves on similar ground," Trev said. "We're both locked out of the last place we want to be but the last place we have."
"I'll take care of this," Vicious said, flipping over the corner of the door mat looking for the spare key, it wasn't there. He flipped over the entire mat but to no avenge. "Shit."
"Looking for this?" Fadia said, sliding the key in and out from under the door tauntingly.
"Come on Fadia, let us in!" Vicious yelled, pounding on the door. No answer came from the other side. "Damn." Vicious sat down in front of the door glaring at the other side of the hallway.
"Don't worry, this happens all the time with couples," Trev said, giving Vicious a sideways glance with a smile.
"Shut your hole Trev, before I yank out that ponytail of yours!" Vicious said, looking back at him in a similar manner.
Trev put his hands partially up in a kind of surrender, "Whatever man, I know you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Vicious said, cracking his knuckles.
"Just that you haven't gotten some from a decent looking girl in a loooong time," Trev replied.
"We're getting off the subject, now," Vicious said, "Let's talk about you, how'd you get thrown out?"
"I didn't pay the rent on time", Trev mumbled, eyes downcast.
"Is that all? That must've been some expensive place", Vicious said, bending one knee and resting his arm on it.
"Actually, it cost less then your old place", Trev said.
"Damn, what have you been doing with your paycheck? Getting whores every night or something", Vicious asked.
"All of my pay went towards my rent. Things have changed in the syndicate Vicious. The high execs get all the pay while the lackeys like me get diddly. I haven't moved up as I would've expected, hell Fadia gets paid more then me and she's just an informant! They used to get next to nothing, and now . . . . . hey, are we actually having a conversation?", Trev said.
"Bit of a one-sided one, but yah I guess we are," Vicious said with a smile, "You know what Trev; I think I have your problem solved!"
"Which one?", Trev asked with a sigh.
"Why you haven't moved up in the syndicate", Vicious answered.
"Really, why", Trev asked, sarcastically intrigued.
"You're still using words like 'diddly'", Vicious replied.
"Very funny, ha ha, it is to laugh", Trev said, crossing his arms .
"Hey, where's your sense of humor", Vicious said, putting his hands behind his head.
"You're the last person who should be talking about having a sense of humor," Trev said, "Being depressed, sure, irony, yah, betrayal, definitely, the quickest way to get rid of a hangover, right up your alley!"
Just then the door opened, causing Vicious to fall on his back. He lay on the ground looking straight up at Fadia, who was smiling while shaking her head.
"Can you two ever have a 'decent' conversation", Fadia asked.
"Not likely", Vicious said, slowly getting up.
"Man, if she was wearing a skirt right now, you'd be in heaven wouldn't cha", Trev said with a sly grin.
Fadia tried to kick him, but he dodged it. Vicious on the other hand took a dive at Trev and tackled him.
"Hey man, get off me! I don't think like that", Trev yelled, trying to shove Vicious off.
Vicious just punched him in the face, and then raised his fist again, as if considering whether or not to hit him again. He got off Trev, kicked him in the leg, and walked over to Fadia.
"So, can I come in now," Vicious asked, looking like he was attempting a pleading face, "Please?"
"Ok, ok, I'll let you in," Fadia said with a grimace on her face, "just promise me something."
"Well, I'm not guaranteeing that I'll keep it, but what", Vicious asked.
"Never, I repeat N-E-V-E-R make that face again", Fadia said.
"Very well", Vicious replied in a drone. With that he walked past Fadia into the apartment.
"Hey Trev, are you coming in or what", Fadia asked, leaning against the door frame.
"You mean that I can actually stay here", Trev asked, lifting his head up but not sitting up.
"Yah, you can stay if you get your butt over here right now", Fadia said, clearly amused.
"Hel-lo! Have a little sympathy for the injured here," Trev whined, "Help me up!"
He lifted his arms up and began waving them like a kid begging for a hug. Fadia rolled her eyes, went over, and picked him up.
"Teenagers", Vicious thought to himself.
()()()()()()()()()()
Fadia helped the limping Trev into her apartment and set him down on the couch. Vicious walked into the living room from the kitchen carrying a beer, and sat down next to Trev.
"Hey, can I have one", Trev asked, eyeing the beer curiously.
"Not on your life until you're twenty-one", Vicious said, popping the top.
"I'm close enough, I'm nineteen", Trev complained.
"Ok Trev, if you're going to live here, you're going to have to follow some rules. #1: Ask before you eat! Everything in this apartment was bought with my money. #2: No women in the apartment. Wait, what am I saying? There's no need for that rule with you two," Fadia said, "And that's it."
"So there's basically only one rule", Trev asked, leaning back on the couch.
"Yah pretty much," Fadia said, getting up, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed."
"Um, Fadia, slight problem, where am I going to sleep", Trev asked.
"You two can just share the couch", Fadia replied, opening the door to her room.
"WHAT", Vicious yelled.
"No WAY," Trev screamed, "Share a bed with a girl, fine, but with a guy is just WRONG!"
"There we go, problem solved", Vicious said.
"What? How", Trev asked.
"You share the bed with Fadia", Vicious replied.
"Ok, that works", Trev said, getting up off the couch.
"Wha . . . . .", Fadia started.
"I'll tell you how it goes", Trev said to Vicious, not noticing Fadia's protest.
"I'll be awaiting your report", Vicious said, lying down on the couch with a small salute.
Trev got up and walked over to Fadia. "I'll be waiting", he said in a soap opera voice, and walked into the room.
"See ya Trev," Vicious said with a small wave over the couch, "You two have fun now."
"Shut up you pervert", Fadia yelled, hitting Vicious over the head.
She stormed into the room and five seconds later, Trev came flying out the door, falling over the couch and landing on Vicious.
"Irresistible charms Trev. Irresistible charms", Vicious said, his voice slightly muffled.
"Oh shut up Vicious", Trev said, rolling off the couch and sitting in the chair.
Having lost his human blanket, Vicious wrapped his jacket tightly around himself and turned away from the young man who was already snoring in the chair.
"Good night boys", Fadia called from inside her room. This was going to be a looong night.
()()()()()()()()()()()
Hidey ho again people! Well., I updated the pointless story but I'm not sure I want to update anymore! I mean, no one is reading this, and now I'm starting to feel like a Mary Sue! I DON'T WANNA BE A MARY SUE! (runs around the room screaming and crying)
Vicious: Wow, you get depressed REALLY easy.....we should be drinking buddies!