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Martian Reminder
Story: Revisited
Anime: Cowboy Bebop
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, Adult themes
Advisory: Tildes are scene changes; a star encapsulated with tildes is a temporal change
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A solitary figure moved in the middle of rubble, its stubby legs frantically scrambling over the mass of debris. She was already too far ahead, her lithe body easily twisting and turning around the torn landscape, he knew, but that did not stop him trying to catch up. That was until a strange glinting caught his attention. An object, his mind instantly recognise it as an asteroid that pummeled the earth's surface at a constant rate, was falling, burning up in the atmosphere, its eternal glow weakening. A single tear rolled from his eye as he let out a woeful howl. It held a dual meaning, one beyond the scientific. One of the tear of a warrior, who had just completed his journey...
~~*~~
Jet stood silently, letting the bright sunlight warm his body. It was pretty quiet here, the odd bird chirping a gay* tune. He glanced down at the piece of marble, its shine worn away from years left in the elements. As he wiped away the grime that had accumulated on its surface, he smiled, taking off his white hat. "I'm back, buddy," he said quietly, hoping to not wake the dead...
~~*~~
We stood, huddled around a fresh mound of dirt; it was as if time itself was standing still for us. Stony expressions masked our raging emotions, as many of us still refused to believe that he was gone... Of all the people left, only the few that were the closest to him remained, still either disbelieving the truth, or just simply shocked that the seemingly invincible Spike Speigal died. Each person had a unique story; but they all intertwined with the same person.
There was Faye Valentine, her face a stony mask of acceptance. The black veil hid most of her face, but her eyes... Her eyes were as if she disbelieved all; they translated the surrealism of the scene. She is still a wanted criminal; she owed more than she can ever hope to pay off in two generations. Their relationship was fraught with turmoil; she was a person who did not ever seem to trust him. She referred to him as a 'gaogo', a country bumpkin... Over the years, and the bounties, for when her eyes were not clouded with the elusive prize of money, she grew fond of him - that was certainty. Nevertheless, she was an enigma, one that refused to be understood....
Ed and Ein.... Now there was a strange pair. They seemed to both interconnect, but at a level that neither we understood, or really cared. Maybe we should have cared... it may have altered both of their lives immensely. Sure, I did not mind Ein, I actually loved the sprightly Welsh corgi, and his lively antics were always a great distraction from the mission. But that dog was smart. Not in a conventional dog way, but as smart, if not more so, than a human. He exhibited extraordinary talents, some of which were indistinguishable from his daily 'routine' but they were there. For instance, he liked carrots. What normal dog likes carrots? I would almost chuckle at the memory, but for the somber occasion, it would be completely inappropriate. Ed was enigmatic. She was once described as a cat, simply coming and going as she pleased. But she did share loyalty while she was in our 'care', or so to speak. However, they were gone, gallivanting around Earth somewhere, lost now in a period of time, forever unalterable. We cannot grieve for them; instead, we have to honour that memory, as well as everyone else.
~~*~~
"So, buddy, what has happened?" A low chuckle escaping his lips, Jet said, "Not much? I wouldn't expect otherwise." He paused for a moment, as a soft wind blew, scattering the leaves about.
"Well, I have been busy too," Jet continued as he sat by the tombstone. "I tried to do bounty hunting, but I just can't seem to nab them. Without the rest of them, I just can't cope..."
~~*~~
"Look, we have to earn money, you can't not do that!" Jet said exasperated, his voice strained from hours of argument.
"I don't care!" came the voice from the other side of the door. It was weak; also tired from hours of yelling.
Jet sighed as he crossed his arms. "Then how the hell am I going to feed you if you don't help me catch the bounties?" Jet started to raise his voice again; the standoff was wearing on his patience. It was just like her, to leave him in charge, and not help one bit. Jet then smiled wryly... he installed an override on all the doors for this exact purpose... He started to punch in the delicate and complex code that would override the door's lock.
"I'm coming in... ready or not!" Jet bellowed as he got the last of the numbers entered. The keypad beeped in acknowledgement and the door silently opened slowly. Unfortunately, it was not slow enough to shield Jet from the bottle hurled his way. As the thin glass shattered on his head, he saw the state of the quarters. He cringed, partially from the raw bourbon mixing with the fresh cuts from the shattered bottle, but mostly from the state of the room. It was in shambles with things strewn everywhere. Jet sighed; he would be expected to clean it up, as per normal. Then he happened to glance over at Faye. She was in a worse state. Her makeup was smeared horribly from hours of crying endlessly, her eyes puffy.
Jet was twinged with guilt. He should not have done this, even though...
"Faye..." he started before being rudely cut off.
"Jet, what do you know, huh?!" She spat viciously
"Uhh..." Jet was at a loss for words, the anger draining from his body.
"Just leave!" Faye wailed, her voice tiny
"Sure Faye..." Jet slumped his shoulders in defeat. He would never understand the woman...
~~*~~
"Yeah, Faye left; this time for good," Jet continued, the elapse deafening quiet, "Haven't heard from her for ages, not like you would ever care. You wanted her gone from the start. But life goes..." Jet paused, as another voice finished the sentence
"On. Hello Jet..." the voice was familiar, very familiar...
~~~~~
Author Notes:
Now, I would do a standard disclaimer, but here is what I did to check... *opens wallet* Pak & Save Receipts, Bus ticket, o.O my lolly that I thought I had lost, empty bank account... nope, no purchase of Cowboy Bebop here, time for phase 2...
Maelgwyn: Jet? Do I own you?
Jet: *scratches head* Not to my knowledge...
DEDICATIONS: To Davan and Naomi Hunter - my muses & motivators - I couldn't live without both of you. And to Taltos - Thankyou for the beta~ing
* Gay means happy people... come on, would you ever have a bird whistling "It's Raining Men"? Yes? Then get off the drugs, man!
Okies, this is my first Cowboy Bebop; after my rise to fame in the Zoids section. I take all comments, but no flames. I will burn your sorry asses if you do that *cracks knuckles*
Maelgwyn
Martian Reminder
Story: Revisited
Anime: Cowboy Bebop
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, Adult themes
Advisory: Tildes are scene changes; a star encapsulated with tildes is a temporal change
~~~~~
A solitary figure moved in the middle of rubble, its stubby legs frantically scrambling over the mass of debris. She was already too far ahead, her lithe body easily twisting and turning around the torn landscape, he knew, but that did not stop him trying to catch up. That was until a strange glinting caught his attention. An object, his mind instantly recognise it as an asteroid that pummeled the earth's surface at a constant rate, was falling, burning up in the atmosphere, its eternal glow weakening. A single tear rolled from his eye as he let out a woeful howl. It held a dual meaning, one beyond the scientific. One of the tear of a warrior, who had just completed his journey...
~~*~~
Jet stood silently, letting the bright sunlight warm his body. It was pretty quiet here, the odd bird chirping a gay* tune. He glanced down at the piece of marble, its shine worn away from years left in the elements. As he wiped away the grime that had accumulated on its surface, he smiled, taking off his white hat. "I'm back, buddy," he said quietly, hoping to not wake the dead...
~~*~~
We stood, huddled around a fresh mound of dirt; it was as if time itself was standing still for us. Stony expressions masked our raging emotions, as many of us still refused to believe that he was gone... Of all the people left, only the few that were the closest to him remained, still either disbelieving the truth, or just simply shocked that the seemingly invincible Spike Speigal died. Each person had a unique story; but they all intertwined with the same person.
There was Faye Valentine, her face a stony mask of acceptance. The black veil hid most of her face, but her eyes... Her eyes were as if she disbelieved all; they translated the surrealism of the scene. She is still a wanted criminal; she owed more than she can ever hope to pay off in two generations. Their relationship was fraught with turmoil; she was a person who did not ever seem to trust him. She referred to him as a 'gaogo', a country bumpkin... Over the years, and the bounties, for when her eyes were not clouded with the elusive prize of money, she grew fond of him - that was certainty. Nevertheless, she was an enigma, one that refused to be understood....
Ed and Ein.... Now there was a strange pair. They seemed to both interconnect, but at a level that neither we understood, or really cared. Maybe we should have cared... it may have altered both of their lives immensely. Sure, I did not mind Ein, I actually loved the sprightly Welsh corgi, and his lively antics were always a great distraction from the mission. But that dog was smart. Not in a conventional dog way, but as smart, if not more so, than a human. He exhibited extraordinary talents, some of which were indistinguishable from his daily 'routine' but they were there. For instance, he liked carrots. What normal dog likes carrots? I would almost chuckle at the memory, but for the somber occasion, it would be completely inappropriate. Ed was enigmatic. She was once described as a cat, simply coming and going as she pleased. But she did share loyalty while she was in our 'care', or so to speak. However, they were gone, gallivanting around Earth somewhere, lost now in a period of time, forever unalterable. We cannot grieve for them; instead, we have to honour that memory, as well as everyone else.
~~*~~
"So, buddy, what has happened?" A low chuckle escaping his lips, Jet said, "Not much? I wouldn't expect otherwise." He paused for a moment, as a soft wind blew, scattering the leaves about.
"Well, I have been busy too," Jet continued as he sat by the tombstone. "I tried to do bounty hunting, but I just can't seem to nab them. Without the rest of them, I just can't cope..."
~~*~~
"Look, we have to earn money, you can't not do that!" Jet said exasperated, his voice strained from hours of argument.
"I don't care!" came the voice from the other side of the door. It was weak; also tired from hours of yelling.
Jet sighed as he crossed his arms. "Then how the hell am I going to feed you if you don't help me catch the bounties?" Jet started to raise his voice again; the standoff was wearing on his patience. It was just like her, to leave him in charge, and not help one bit. Jet then smiled wryly... he installed an override on all the doors for this exact purpose... He started to punch in the delicate and complex code that would override the door's lock.
"I'm coming in... ready or not!" Jet bellowed as he got the last of the numbers entered. The keypad beeped in acknowledgement and the door silently opened slowly. Unfortunately, it was not slow enough to shield Jet from the bottle hurled his way. As the thin glass shattered on his head, he saw the state of the quarters. He cringed, partially from the raw bourbon mixing with the fresh cuts from the shattered bottle, but mostly from the state of the room. It was in shambles with things strewn everywhere. Jet sighed; he would be expected to clean it up, as per normal. Then he happened to glance over at Faye. She was in a worse state. Her makeup was smeared horribly from hours of crying endlessly, her eyes puffy.
Jet was twinged with guilt. He should not have done this, even though...
"Faye..." he started before being rudely cut off.
"Jet, what do you know, huh?!" She spat viciously
"Uhh..." Jet was at a loss for words, the anger draining from his body.
"Just leave!" Faye wailed, her voice tiny
"Sure Faye..." Jet slumped his shoulders in defeat. He would never understand the woman...
~~*~~
"Yeah, Faye left; this time for good," Jet continued, the elapse deafening quiet, "Haven't heard from her for ages, not like you would ever care. You wanted her gone from the start. But life goes..." Jet paused, as another voice finished the sentence
"On. Hello Jet..." the voice was familiar, very familiar...
~~~~~
Author Notes:
Now, I would do a standard disclaimer, but here is what I did to check... *opens wallet* Pak & Save Receipts, Bus ticket, o.O my lolly that I thought I had lost, empty bank account... nope, no purchase of Cowboy Bebop here, time for phase 2...
Maelgwyn: Jet? Do I own you?
Jet: *scratches head* Not to my knowledge...
DEDICATIONS: To Davan and Naomi Hunter - my muses & motivators - I couldn't live without both of you. And to Taltos - Thankyou for the beta~ing
* Gay means happy people... come on, would you ever have a bird whistling "It's Raining Men"? Yes? Then get off the drugs, man!
Okies, this is my first Cowboy Bebop; after my rise to fame in the Zoids section. I take all comments, but no flames. I will burn your sorry asses if you do that *cracks knuckles*
Maelgwyn