Been a while, hasn't it?
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop
Refuge
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Jet and Spike sat in the safety of the Bebop. They hadn't said anything for quit a while. Jet finally spoke up.
"How'd you know?" He asked.
"I didn't know. I said that something bad was going to happen, and it did." Spike replied.
"Therefore, you knew." Jet argued.
"I knew something was going to happen."
At that point Jet didn't say anything else. He simply got up to make something to eat.
"I hope it's not Bell peppers and beef" Spike said good-humoridly, trying to lighten the mood.
Jet snorted and stuck his head back through the door.
"Unless of course you'd want dog food." He said.
Spike grinned, "We still have that stuff?"
"Yeah," came Jet's reply.
"Poor Faye, that was her favorite." Spike said and looked at the floor.
Jet started laughing. Spike looked up and grinned again.
"Hey, Jet, I smell something burning."
"Oh, microwaved poop!"
~*~
Jet had found a reasonable bounty on this planet so Spike found himself out looking for him. Last time the man, Rosco, was seen it was in one of the local bars. 'Why do they always go to one of them. Don't these idiots ever learn?' Spike thought. Spike stopped outside of one of the low-class looking bars. He figured that Rosco would be in there. Just like the bar thing, they'd always go to the worst one.
Spike walked in and everyone turned to look at him as if he was some sort of celebrity, which he most certainly wasn't. Atleast, he didn't think he was. After ordering a drink he looked around the bar naturally. Actually, there was probably no way to be natural around some of these people. He saw the man he wanted. Rosco was a mountain of a man and he had black hair with reddish colors in it.
He had a tattoo of a skull with a snake slithering through its eye on his arm. Spike just kept on looking past him. Rosco looked directly at Spike and got up to walk over. Most of the men around the bar tried to get to a place where they could see. They probably knew what Rosco did to opponents and they thought that Spike would become one of his punchingbags. 'Stupid people.' Spike thought.
He turned back around and kept looking in a bottle's reflection to see where Rosco was behind him. Finally Rosco reached him and was about to deliver a blow when Spike spun around in the seat, kicked the man in the stomach. The kick probably wouldn't have brought him down if he weren't caught off guard. Spike stood quickly and as the man tried to stand Spike delivered a blow to the back of the man's head, rendering Rosco unconscious.
Spike looked around, challenging anyone that dared to try and attack him now. A man came up behind him thinking that Spike wouldn't notice. Spike threw a hand back and hit him in the forehead. When Spike turned around, picked up Rosco-which proved to be quit a task because that man stunk of only God knows what-he noticed that the man was sprawled out half on a stool and half on the bar. How he got up there Spike had no idea. He didn't think that he'd hit him //that// hard.
~*~
Spike and Jet met at the police station to turn in Rosco. Jet was shooting the shit with one of his old buddies while Spike, after getting his money, took off for the ruins of the hospital.
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Code looked down upon the ruins of the hospital. He swung around to walk back to his ship and came face to face with a woman.
"You know, you really shouldn't mess with Spike." The woman said.
"And the reason for that?" He said, humorlessly.
"He's dangerous."
Code began to walk around her and before he got to his ship the woman spoke up.
"You know my money was in that building."
"So?"
"I have no other money." The woman swung around and hit him upside the head with a rock.
Although Code saw it coming and dodged, he still got hit in the neck and it took a chunk out of his skin.
"Stupid crazy bitch." Code swung around with his gun ready, but the woman was no longer there.
"What the hell?" He asked himself, then added in his thoughts that the woman looked familiar. Well, it wasn't somebody he'd killed obviously and he rarely talks to woman, so it was probably his imagination.
He took off and flew by Spike's ship. It was ironic that he knew Spike's ship, but Spike didn't know his. He debated upon starting a fight, but decided against it. He had work to do right now.
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So, how did ya like this chapter? I'll have chapters up sooner this time hopefully. I noticed something, when I'm listening to music I get more ideas, so I'll be listening to music more now! Cya, thanks for reading, and please review.
Oh yeah, and thanks to those who do review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop
Refuge
~*~
Jet and Spike sat in the safety of the Bebop. They hadn't said anything for quit a while. Jet finally spoke up.
"How'd you know?" He asked.
"I didn't know. I said that something bad was going to happen, and it did." Spike replied.
"Therefore, you knew." Jet argued.
"I knew something was going to happen."
At that point Jet didn't say anything else. He simply got up to make something to eat.
"I hope it's not Bell peppers and beef" Spike said good-humoridly, trying to lighten the mood.
Jet snorted and stuck his head back through the door.
"Unless of course you'd want dog food." He said.
Spike grinned, "We still have that stuff?"
"Yeah," came Jet's reply.
"Poor Faye, that was her favorite." Spike said and looked at the floor.
Jet started laughing. Spike looked up and grinned again.
"Hey, Jet, I smell something burning."
"Oh, microwaved poop!"
~*~
Jet had found a reasonable bounty on this planet so Spike found himself out looking for him. Last time the man, Rosco, was seen it was in one of the local bars. 'Why do they always go to one of them. Don't these idiots ever learn?' Spike thought. Spike stopped outside of one of the low-class looking bars. He figured that Rosco would be in there. Just like the bar thing, they'd always go to the worst one.
Spike walked in and everyone turned to look at him as if he was some sort of celebrity, which he most certainly wasn't. Atleast, he didn't think he was. After ordering a drink he looked around the bar naturally. Actually, there was probably no way to be natural around some of these people. He saw the man he wanted. Rosco was a mountain of a man and he had black hair with reddish colors in it.
He had a tattoo of a skull with a snake slithering through its eye on his arm. Spike just kept on looking past him. Rosco looked directly at Spike and got up to walk over. Most of the men around the bar tried to get to a place where they could see. They probably knew what Rosco did to opponents and they thought that Spike would become one of his punchingbags. 'Stupid people.' Spike thought.
He turned back around and kept looking in a bottle's reflection to see where Rosco was behind him. Finally Rosco reached him and was about to deliver a blow when Spike spun around in the seat, kicked the man in the stomach. The kick probably wouldn't have brought him down if he weren't caught off guard. Spike stood quickly and as the man tried to stand Spike delivered a blow to the back of the man's head, rendering Rosco unconscious.
Spike looked around, challenging anyone that dared to try and attack him now. A man came up behind him thinking that Spike wouldn't notice. Spike threw a hand back and hit him in the forehead. When Spike turned around, picked up Rosco-which proved to be quit a task because that man stunk of only God knows what-he noticed that the man was sprawled out half on a stool and half on the bar. How he got up there Spike had no idea. He didn't think that he'd hit him //that// hard.
~*~
Spike and Jet met at the police station to turn in Rosco. Jet was shooting the shit with one of his old buddies while Spike, after getting his money, took off for the ruins of the hospital.
~*~
Code looked down upon the ruins of the hospital. He swung around to walk back to his ship and came face to face with a woman.
"You know, you really shouldn't mess with Spike." The woman said.
"And the reason for that?" He said, humorlessly.
"He's dangerous."
Code began to walk around her and before he got to his ship the woman spoke up.
"You know my money was in that building."
"So?"
"I have no other money." The woman swung around and hit him upside the head with a rock.
Although Code saw it coming and dodged, he still got hit in the neck and it took a chunk out of his skin.
"Stupid crazy bitch." Code swung around with his gun ready, but the woman was no longer there.
"What the hell?" He asked himself, then added in his thoughts that the woman looked familiar. Well, it wasn't somebody he'd killed obviously and he rarely talks to woman, so it was probably his imagination.
He took off and flew by Spike's ship. It was ironic that he knew Spike's ship, but Spike didn't know his. He debated upon starting a fight, but decided against it. He had work to do right now.
~*~
So, how did ya like this chapter? I'll have chapters up sooner this time hopefully. I noticed something, when I'm listening to music I get more ideas, so I'll be listening to music more now! Cya, thanks for reading, and please review.
Oh yeah, and thanks to those who do review!