I'm sorry for taking so long you guys, I've had some bad and I mean bad
writers block. Well enjoy. I DON'T OWN COWBOY BEBOP, but If I owned Gren..
WARNING: GREN WILL NOT HAVE BOOBIES IN THIS STORY. I REPEAT GREN WILL NOT HAVE BOOBIES IN THIS STORY. Whoever came up with the idea that he had boobs should die.
Sitting in the guy's apartment Faye looked around. There were no pictures on the wall. Not even a piano. Faye's head still swam and she lay down on the couch holding her head. There was no way in hell this guy was Gren. It's not like it really mattered any way considering that she was so drunk she couldn't even focus on her damn hand in front of her face. So basically she couldn't see anything.
"So what is a fairy like you doing in a place like this?" he asked breaking the silence.
"Let's see. You wanna know the entire story?" she asked but didn't get a response.
"It goes something like this, how many times did he die? I don't know, all I know is that SHE caused him to die. I wonder if he even knew how many times he's cried? It was only about her. He never saw me. He thought everything was a dream. None of this was supposedly real enough for him. But he has not even one damned clue about why he went. He said he wanted to see if he was alive, that he just wanted to wake up, but for him that's impossible. He couldn't die yet he did. That's why I left. Because Spike left. "
There was pure silence. Nothing. For a moment Faye thought that this guy, no wait; this entire thing was a dream. What if Spike was right? What if it was all a dream and all you had to do was wake up?
"Spike," she whispered.
"Gren was looking for you Faye."
She looked at the stranger. What did he say?
"He looked for you everywhere. I don't know how he survived but he searched for you Faye for a long time. He's still out there playing his sax. Always the same tune as before but then it changed after he met you. It was much sadder than Julia's song. This one was slow, soft, lost, alone, just like you."
Faye looked at him. For a split second she could have sworn that the man was Gren. Then her head pounded and she didn't get a second chance to look. Shit!
"Tell me one thing? Are you Gren? Are you Mr. Saxophone?" she asked looking over at him.
"You should get some sleep."
"No. I need to know are you HIM?"
He turned to look at her and it was that same sad smile.
"I don't know. Am I?" he asked.
"Dammit! I need an answer. I need something. Please?" she begged. Funny she thought. I would never have pictured myself begging. Well wait THAT was a lie.
"You will find out soon enough. You need some rest."
The lights went out and Faye was left there alone in the dark. Dammit who the hell was this guy? Sleep couldn't come. No she didn't want it to. Too many things were running through her head and she didn't have a damn clue about how to fix it.
Suddenly it started snowing again and it reminded her of the rain. The rain was something that showed peoples true emotions.
Sighing Faye got up and walked over to the window. Looking out she saw a shooting star.
"One more soul that's awake, someone who's about to finish their journey through the dream world," she whispered.
She sat there all night long and finally couldn't keep her eyes open and fell asleep on the windowsill.
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"Spike why did you leave?" she asked looking at the green haired man.
"Why do you think Faye? I don't want to have to tell you so many damn times over again. I had to go find her."
She stared at him. It was always about Julia. That stupid whore. He always talked about her. This dream sucked. Her dreams always sucked.
"But I'm here Spike. She killed you, I only tried to save you."
"I love her Faye. SHE was a real woman. You--you just think you are," he said with a smirk.
"Damn you Spike to hell and back. I don't see why even try with you. You left us. You left and didn't even think about us."
"I left because I had to," he said taking out a smoke.
"LIAR! You left because you a selfish son of a bitch. I'm glad you left. You deserved to die the way you did, like a fucking bastard."
"Yeah just keep telling yourself that Faye. You know that you will always want me, but guess what? You will never have me."
"You left and I was alone again. I was alone with no one there," she whispered savagely at him.
He stared at her. He didn't know a damn thing about her. Nothing. He would never know because he was dead. He had died.
Suddenly the picture changed and Spike was Gren. She took in a sharp breath and stared at him. Gren. He turned to look at her and smiled his sad little smile, his blue eyes deep with emotion.
"Take care," he whispered.
"Gren. Oh my god Gren!"
"You aren't alone Faye. I'm still here with you," he said coming closer.
"No! You're dead too. You aren't here anymore," she whispered to the floor.
She felt arms encircle her and she was crushed against his chest. He smelled of bourbon and heaven. She slowly wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his neck. She inhaled his scent and tears started to form. Slowly they fell from her eyes and she pulled away to look at him. He smiled down at her and wiped away the tear that was rolling down her cheek.
"You know I have been looking for you. I told you so. I love you Faye. You are my fairy. Do you understand me? You are MY fairy and I will never let you be alone. I'm still out there Faye and you know it," he whispered into her purple hair.
"I love you Gren. I love you so much," she whispered into his red dress shirt.
"I'm still out there playing my saxophone Faye. You will find me soon. Really soon," he whispered back to her.
She pulled away once more and looked at him confused. Wasn't he here with her now? She was in his arms. She could smell him, but most important of all she could feel him. He was solid in her arms.
"But you are here Gren. What the hell are you talking about?"
"I will meet you," he whispered and then leaned down and kissed her.
She stiffened and finally relaxed into his kiss. Suddenly she felt sleep and she knew that her dream was almost over. She closed her eyes and she felt his hand on her face.
"We will see each other soon my green eyed fairy," he whispered once more and he was gone.
*HOORAY! I AM NOW DONE. MAN AND TO THINK I HATE CLIFFHANGERS AND YET THEY ARE SO GOOD FOR A STORY FULL OF MYSTERY. HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU GUYS WON'T FIND GREN UNTIL LATER ON. SOMEONE ELSE WILL SHOW UP.*
WARNING: GREN WILL NOT HAVE BOOBIES IN THIS STORY. I REPEAT GREN WILL NOT HAVE BOOBIES IN THIS STORY. Whoever came up with the idea that he had boobs should die.
Sitting in the guy's apartment Faye looked around. There were no pictures on the wall. Not even a piano. Faye's head still swam and she lay down on the couch holding her head. There was no way in hell this guy was Gren. It's not like it really mattered any way considering that she was so drunk she couldn't even focus on her damn hand in front of her face. So basically she couldn't see anything.
"So what is a fairy like you doing in a place like this?" he asked breaking the silence.
"Let's see. You wanna know the entire story?" she asked but didn't get a response.
"It goes something like this, how many times did he die? I don't know, all I know is that SHE caused him to die. I wonder if he even knew how many times he's cried? It was only about her. He never saw me. He thought everything was a dream. None of this was supposedly real enough for him. But he has not even one damned clue about why he went. He said he wanted to see if he was alive, that he just wanted to wake up, but for him that's impossible. He couldn't die yet he did. That's why I left. Because Spike left. "
There was pure silence. Nothing. For a moment Faye thought that this guy, no wait; this entire thing was a dream. What if Spike was right? What if it was all a dream and all you had to do was wake up?
"Spike," she whispered.
"Gren was looking for you Faye."
She looked at the stranger. What did he say?
"He looked for you everywhere. I don't know how he survived but he searched for you Faye for a long time. He's still out there playing his sax. Always the same tune as before but then it changed after he met you. It was much sadder than Julia's song. This one was slow, soft, lost, alone, just like you."
Faye looked at him. For a split second she could have sworn that the man was Gren. Then her head pounded and she didn't get a second chance to look. Shit!
"Tell me one thing? Are you Gren? Are you Mr. Saxophone?" she asked looking over at him.
"You should get some sleep."
"No. I need to know are you HIM?"
He turned to look at her and it was that same sad smile.
"I don't know. Am I?" he asked.
"Dammit! I need an answer. I need something. Please?" she begged. Funny she thought. I would never have pictured myself begging. Well wait THAT was a lie.
"You will find out soon enough. You need some rest."
The lights went out and Faye was left there alone in the dark. Dammit who the hell was this guy? Sleep couldn't come. No she didn't want it to. Too many things were running through her head and she didn't have a damn clue about how to fix it.
Suddenly it started snowing again and it reminded her of the rain. The rain was something that showed peoples true emotions.
Sighing Faye got up and walked over to the window. Looking out she saw a shooting star.
"One more soul that's awake, someone who's about to finish their journey through the dream world," she whispered.
She sat there all night long and finally couldn't keep her eyes open and fell asleep on the windowsill.
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"Spike why did you leave?" she asked looking at the green haired man.
"Why do you think Faye? I don't want to have to tell you so many damn times over again. I had to go find her."
She stared at him. It was always about Julia. That stupid whore. He always talked about her. This dream sucked. Her dreams always sucked.
"But I'm here Spike. She killed you, I only tried to save you."
"I love her Faye. SHE was a real woman. You--you just think you are," he said with a smirk.
"Damn you Spike to hell and back. I don't see why even try with you. You left us. You left and didn't even think about us."
"I left because I had to," he said taking out a smoke.
"LIAR! You left because you a selfish son of a bitch. I'm glad you left. You deserved to die the way you did, like a fucking bastard."
"Yeah just keep telling yourself that Faye. You know that you will always want me, but guess what? You will never have me."
"You left and I was alone again. I was alone with no one there," she whispered savagely at him.
He stared at her. He didn't know a damn thing about her. Nothing. He would never know because he was dead. He had died.
Suddenly the picture changed and Spike was Gren. She took in a sharp breath and stared at him. Gren. He turned to look at her and smiled his sad little smile, his blue eyes deep with emotion.
"Take care," he whispered.
"Gren. Oh my god Gren!"
"You aren't alone Faye. I'm still here with you," he said coming closer.
"No! You're dead too. You aren't here anymore," she whispered to the floor.
She felt arms encircle her and she was crushed against his chest. He smelled of bourbon and heaven. She slowly wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his neck. She inhaled his scent and tears started to form. Slowly they fell from her eyes and she pulled away to look at him. He smiled down at her and wiped away the tear that was rolling down her cheek.
"You know I have been looking for you. I told you so. I love you Faye. You are my fairy. Do you understand me? You are MY fairy and I will never let you be alone. I'm still out there Faye and you know it," he whispered into her purple hair.
"I love you Gren. I love you so much," she whispered into his red dress shirt.
"I'm still out there playing my saxophone Faye. You will find me soon. Really soon," he whispered back to her.
She pulled away once more and looked at him confused. Wasn't he here with her now? She was in his arms. She could smell him, but most important of all she could feel him. He was solid in her arms.
"But you are here Gren. What the hell are you talking about?"
"I will meet you," he whispered and then leaned down and kissed her.
She stiffened and finally relaxed into his kiss. Suddenly she felt sleep and she knew that her dream was almost over. She closed her eyes and she felt his hand on her face.
"We will see each other soon my green eyed fairy," he whispered once more and he was gone.
*HOORAY! I AM NOW DONE. MAN AND TO THINK I HATE CLIFFHANGERS AND YET THEY ARE SO GOOD FOR A STORY FULL OF MYSTERY. HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU GUYS WON'T FIND GREN UNTIL LATER ON. SOMEONE ELSE WILL SHOW UP.*