OK, I'm going to try something a little different here…just to see how it goes. I'm going to try to write in first person, which, shall I mention, I normally will not do. Therefore, I'm out of practice with this kind of thing and corrective criticism is greatly appreciated! I always love things that shall help me to improve. XD Anyway, I'm going to put this in Gage's point of view.
Also, I'm thinking about writing another Bebop story while writing this one, but it won't be Faye/Spike. I was thinking about a Faye/Andy kind of thing to get myself away from the normal. I know its been done before, but the idea is kind of cool…And one more thing before you go! If anyone here has read 'Deadly Dragons' also written by me, you will know that's its completely crappy and totally…gay, for lack of a better word. (Well, it did come from the corrupted mind of a ten year old. :P ) I'm thinking about re-writing it. What do you think?
Okay, this is the last comment, I PROMISE!!! Do you think Ein would actually age? Being a data dog and all?
Also, Gage shall think with the vocabulary of a 13 or 14 year old, lol. Lets just say he's advanced, okies?
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
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I'm used to my parents bringing home bounties, its their job, but I can't help but get that small thrill of what they are doing every time they bring one home. I want so much to be like my dad. He's just so…cool and calm and collected. However, he didn't seem that way tonight. He actually seemed a little unnerved, not to mention aggravated. I didn't ask what was happening because I knew I'd get a lie or an 'everything's alright kid.' If there's something important circling around on the Bebop, I never get to hear about it.
Anyway, I watched as Spike and Jet took him into the room reserved for the bounties. Normally, they'll just lock one up in there and leave it at that. Not the case this time. I waited, because I wanted to ask my dad how it went. That was the normal for me, always nosy and eager to hear more stories. Even more now that Ed has left on another of her escapades. But if you tell anyone I said that, I'll be forced to sick Ein on you. When he didn't come out, I began thinking. What was happening in there? So, guess what I do. . .
You got it! I scamper off to confront my mom with this problem. "Mom!" I yell as I turn a corner into the living room. No mother there. Now, where could she be? Taking a shower perhaps? Well, I continue my hunting and I soon pass the control room, spotting a patch of purple hair as I pass by. Skidding to a halt, I turn and peek into the room. I see her sitting there, fooling with the controls and setting a course for us. Well, Jet usually does that. What was going on here?
That's what I came here to find out. I walk over to her and tap her on the shoulder. To tell you the truth, I used to hate doing that. I used to have nightmares that I'd walk up to my parents or even occasionally Jet to ask them something. To get their attention, I'd pull on their clothes or tap them on the elbow. When they turned around, I'd see something entirely different from their normal faces. I'd see a monster. A big, black, and slimy monster with sharp and pointy fangs. Whenever this thing bent down to swallow me, I'd always wake up.
But now I'm over that and, luckily, when my mother turned around, it was truly my mother standing there. "Hey, honey," she greets me and flashes a smile before turning back to the controls. "What is dad and Jet doing in there?" I then ask, cocking my head to one side. My mom used to swear that I looked like my father, but her ramblings finally dropped off to one every other week. She shook her head, turning to me once more. "They're talking to the bounty, what else would he be doing?" a logical answer.
"Oh," not wishing to get into an argument, I take the easy way out. "Was it exciting, as usual?" I ask, still eager to hear a story whether its from my mom or my father. I watch her as she stares at me out of the corners of her eyes. I knew it! Something is up. I just don't know what, unfortunately. Hopefully something adventurous and fun. Little did I know, she was thinking that yes, it was exciting, but not in that way that she or my father thought of the word.
"Yep," she then smiled and said, turning fully toward me to tell me the story. I flash a grin, another thing she said was my father's. Am I really that much like him? In an odd way I hope so, but in another odd way I hope not so I can make my own legacy instead of always being his shadow. Anyhow, back to the story. When she begins speaking, I listen intently, not wishing to miss the good parts. The fighting, I mean. They're always the best. Mom can't describe them as well as my dad, but you have to give her points for trying. Besides, she cooks better than my dad and that makes up for most of it.
"Well," my mother begins, grinning back at me, "I had taken up post on the roof. I had a clear view of both your father and anyone else where I was sitting…"
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Through the whole story I listened fixedly, my eyes widening a fraction when she got to the part of my father almost getting shot. He usually seems invincible. Even when my mother turned to fiddle with the controls again, I was staring at her face, but not seeing her. Instead, I was re-living that story. Now, some may say I'm to old for such foolish things, but I just tell them to shut up. It's fun and interesting and it occupies my time. Plus, how many kids can brag about their parents bringing down bad guys every other day?
By the time we had reached our destination, she had finished her story. By the way, our destination was Tharsis. "Hey, go tell your dad and Jet that we're there," she says to me. Without hesitation, I jump from my seat and bound down the hallway in their direction. I knock once to be polite and to warn them that I'm coming in before sliding the door open and peeking around the corner. Everything seems to be okay. So, I then tell them what my mother said to. I'm always the obedient one, for some odd reason. Oh well, not that it really bothers me.
I watch as Spike and Jet nod before I slide back into the hallway and shut the door behind me. My next destination is the living room and I run into there, almost replicating Ed's movements. Its funny how you pick up traits of those you hang around. With a smile, I jump onto the sofa, stretching out onto the old vinyel thing and stretching out, waiting for everyone else to stroll into the room.
My father appears first and he waists no time in making his way to the couch and picking me up. I oddly wonder what he is doing before he sets me down on the end of the couch out of the way as he takes my spot. I pout slightly, crossing my arms but one look from him sends me into a fit of chuckles. I regain myself when he sends me another look and I sit quietly. He's in a bad mood, I can tell. I'm probably not the one who is helping that mood, either.
"Jet?" he asks as I listen, vaguely noticing that my mother has just walked in and plopped into a chair. "Hm?" the old man asks, turning to stare at Spike. "Think you can handle that bounty by yourself?" He then questions, staring at the ceiling. I cock my head to one side questionably. What's wrong with him now? Jet merely nods an affirmative before leaving the room. He looks over at my mother in that moment and he doesn't even have to say anything for his stomach says it for him.
"Hungry, huh?" She asks him. I watch as he nods and smiles slightly. "Well, that's too bad," she then proceeds to say. "What?" Spike feins surprise. "No food," Faye answers simply. "Go with Jet for the money and then go to the store!" he then says, his voice sounding slightly exasperated.
Anyhow, that's how we ended up at the store. What was it she'd asked me to go get again? Oh yeah, shrimp. That was it. I walk down the aisles, looking around for anything labeled seafood. You know, going to a different store every other day gets annoying when nothing is in the same place. It gets confusing too. Oh, but there it is! A big blue and white sign labeled 'SEAFOOD.' Well, I might as well get this over with.
Tromping over to the seafood aisle, I began looking for shrimp. It's normally in the freezer, so that's where I go first. Now, I run into a problem. It's not that I can't find the shrimp, for if they have something I shall find it. It's just that I can't reach the shrimp. One thing that I did not inherit from my father, and that was his height. It would come in handy at the moment. Grumbling angrily, I reach up, tempted to place my foot on one of the lower shelves to propel myself up.
However, that action wasn't needed when I feel the presence of someone behind me. Before I knew it, an arm had snaked out and grabbed the bag of shrimp, placing it where I could reach. I blink a few times, wondering why he had done that. There usually weren't nice people in this world. I grab the shrimp before turning around, about to thank the man.
When I turn, I can see that he's tall. Almost as tall as my father and that's saying something. He has black hair and pale skin. "Thanks…" I mumble. Something about this man is freaking me out, but I don't know what it is. "No problem," he says with a smile. "What's your name anyway, kid?" he then asked, standing unusually still. "Gage…" I tell him warily, itching to get back to my mother's side. Itching to get back to the Bebop.
Then the man's long arm snakes out once more, stopping before me as if he wanted to shake my hand. "My names E-doc."
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Um, it's a kind of cliffhanger? Lol, well, what do you think? Do you think I should never write in first person again or do you think I should do it more often? If it turned out good here, I'm thinking that I might make other chapters in each character's POV. Ah, but I have to wait and see if people think it was good or not… No problem if its not, but tell me so I don't make more a fool of myself than I already have! Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed, and please REVIEW! See ya!
Also, I'm thinking about writing another Bebop story while writing this one, but it won't be Faye/Spike. I was thinking about a Faye/Andy kind of thing to get myself away from the normal. I know its been done before, but the idea is kind of cool…And one more thing before you go! If anyone here has read 'Deadly Dragons' also written by me, you will know that's its completely crappy and totally…gay, for lack of a better word. (Well, it did come from the corrupted mind of a ten year old. :P ) I'm thinking about re-writing it. What do you think?
Okay, this is the last comment, I PROMISE!!! Do you think Ein would actually age? Being a data dog and all?
Also, Gage shall think with the vocabulary of a 13 or 14 year old, lol. Lets just say he's advanced, okies?
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.
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I'm used to my parents bringing home bounties, its their job, but I can't help but get that small thrill of what they are doing every time they bring one home. I want so much to be like my dad. He's just so…cool and calm and collected. However, he didn't seem that way tonight. He actually seemed a little unnerved, not to mention aggravated. I didn't ask what was happening because I knew I'd get a lie or an 'everything's alright kid.' If there's something important circling around on the Bebop, I never get to hear about it.
Anyway, I watched as Spike and Jet took him into the room reserved for the bounties. Normally, they'll just lock one up in there and leave it at that. Not the case this time. I waited, because I wanted to ask my dad how it went. That was the normal for me, always nosy and eager to hear more stories. Even more now that Ed has left on another of her escapades. But if you tell anyone I said that, I'll be forced to sick Ein on you. When he didn't come out, I began thinking. What was happening in there? So, guess what I do. . .
You got it! I scamper off to confront my mom with this problem. "Mom!" I yell as I turn a corner into the living room. No mother there. Now, where could she be? Taking a shower perhaps? Well, I continue my hunting and I soon pass the control room, spotting a patch of purple hair as I pass by. Skidding to a halt, I turn and peek into the room. I see her sitting there, fooling with the controls and setting a course for us. Well, Jet usually does that. What was going on here?
That's what I came here to find out. I walk over to her and tap her on the shoulder. To tell you the truth, I used to hate doing that. I used to have nightmares that I'd walk up to my parents or even occasionally Jet to ask them something. To get their attention, I'd pull on their clothes or tap them on the elbow. When they turned around, I'd see something entirely different from their normal faces. I'd see a monster. A big, black, and slimy monster with sharp and pointy fangs. Whenever this thing bent down to swallow me, I'd always wake up.
But now I'm over that and, luckily, when my mother turned around, it was truly my mother standing there. "Hey, honey," she greets me and flashes a smile before turning back to the controls. "What is dad and Jet doing in there?" I then ask, cocking my head to one side. My mom used to swear that I looked like my father, but her ramblings finally dropped off to one every other week. She shook her head, turning to me once more. "They're talking to the bounty, what else would he be doing?" a logical answer.
"Oh," not wishing to get into an argument, I take the easy way out. "Was it exciting, as usual?" I ask, still eager to hear a story whether its from my mom or my father. I watch her as she stares at me out of the corners of her eyes. I knew it! Something is up. I just don't know what, unfortunately. Hopefully something adventurous and fun. Little did I know, she was thinking that yes, it was exciting, but not in that way that she or my father thought of the word.
"Yep," she then smiled and said, turning fully toward me to tell me the story. I flash a grin, another thing she said was my father's. Am I really that much like him? In an odd way I hope so, but in another odd way I hope not so I can make my own legacy instead of always being his shadow. Anyhow, back to the story. When she begins speaking, I listen intently, not wishing to miss the good parts. The fighting, I mean. They're always the best. Mom can't describe them as well as my dad, but you have to give her points for trying. Besides, she cooks better than my dad and that makes up for most of it.
"Well," my mother begins, grinning back at me, "I had taken up post on the roof. I had a clear view of both your father and anyone else where I was sitting…"
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Through the whole story I listened fixedly, my eyes widening a fraction when she got to the part of my father almost getting shot. He usually seems invincible. Even when my mother turned to fiddle with the controls again, I was staring at her face, but not seeing her. Instead, I was re-living that story. Now, some may say I'm to old for such foolish things, but I just tell them to shut up. It's fun and interesting and it occupies my time. Plus, how many kids can brag about their parents bringing down bad guys every other day?
By the time we had reached our destination, she had finished her story. By the way, our destination was Tharsis. "Hey, go tell your dad and Jet that we're there," she says to me. Without hesitation, I jump from my seat and bound down the hallway in their direction. I knock once to be polite and to warn them that I'm coming in before sliding the door open and peeking around the corner. Everything seems to be okay. So, I then tell them what my mother said to. I'm always the obedient one, for some odd reason. Oh well, not that it really bothers me.
I watch as Spike and Jet nod before I slide back into the hallway and shut the door behind me. My next destination is the living room and I run into there, almost replicating Ed's movements. Its funny how you pick up traits of those you hang around. With a smile, I jump onto the sofa, stretching out onto the old vinyel thing and stretching out, waiting for everyone else to stroll into the room.
My father appears first and he waists no time in making his way to the couch and picking me up. I oddly wonder what he is doing before he sets me down on the end of the couch out of the way as he takes my spot. I pout slightly, crossing my arms but one look from him sends me into a fit of chuckles. I regain myself when he sends me another look and I sit quietly. He's in a bad mood, I can tell. I'm probably not the one who is helping that mood, either.
"Jet?" he asks as I listen, vaguely noticing that my mother has just walked in and plopped into a chair. "Hm?" the old man asks, turning to stare at Spike. "Think you can handle that bounty by yourself?" He then questions, staring at the ceiling. I cock my head to one side questionably. What's wrong with him now? Jet merely nods an affirmative before leaving the room. He looks over at my mother in that moment and he doesn't even have to say anything for his stomach says it for him.
"Hungry, huh?" She asks him. I watch as he nods and smiles slightly. "Well, that's too bad," she then proceeds to say. "What?" Spike feins surprise. "No food," Faye answers simply. "Go with Jet for the money and then go to the store!" he then says, his voice sounding slightly exasperated.
Anyhow, that's how we ended up at the store. What was it she'd asked me to go get again? Oh yeah, shrimp. That was it. I walk down the aisles, looking around for anything labeled seafood. You know, going to a different store every other day gets annoying when nothing is in the same place. It gets confusing too. Oh, but there it is! A big blue and white sign labeled 'SEAFOOD.' Well, I might as well get this over with.
Tromping over to the seafood aisle, I began looking for shrimp. It's normally in the freezer, so that's where I go first. Now, I run into a problem. It's not that I can't find the shrimp, for if they have something I shall find it. It's just that I can't reach the shrimp. One thing that I did not inherit from my father, and that was his height. It would come in handy at the moment. Grumbling angrily, I reach up, tempted to place my foot on one of the lower shelves to propel myself up.
However, that action wasn't needed when I feel the presence of someone behind me. Before I knew it, an arm had snaked out and grabbed the bag of shrimp, placing it where I could reach. I blink a few times, wondering why he had done that. There usually weren't nice people in this world. I grab the shrimp before turning around, about to thank the man.
When I turn, I can see that he's tall. Almost as tall as my father and that's saying something. He has black hair and pale skin. "Thanks…" I mumble. Something about this man is freaking me out, but I don't know what it is. "No problem," he says with a smile. "What's your name anyway, kid?" he then asked, standing unusually still. "Gage…" I tell him warily, itching to get back to my mother's side. Itching to get back to the Bebop.
Then the man's long arm snakes out once more, stopping before me as if he wanted to shake my hand. "My names E-doc."
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Um, it's a kind of cliffhanger? Lol, well, what do you think? Do you think I should never write in first person again or do you think I should do it more often? If it turned out good here, I'm thinking that I might make other chapters in each character's POV. Ah, but I have to wait and see if people think it was good or not… No problem if its not, but tell me so I don't make more a fool of myself than I already have! Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed, and please REVIEW! See ya!