I ran out of time the last time.
Well, someone requested for another chapter and I guess I can't help it.
Here's the continuation. I only have an hour to do this so, I hope you guys like it!
Indulge and digest!
KIss?
Kiss!!!
That mule-head...
Why did he do that?
Urgh...
Damn! I hate thinking.
It took me alittle while before I gathered myself to one piece.
That imbicile has a way of making other people worry...
and then coming back,
annoying people!
He's unpredictable.
Unreadable.
Apathetic!
Arrogant fool!!
But I liked it?
How Stupid!
I liked it...
Why did you walk out, Faye? The scene was getting exciting."
Jet was obviously packing up fun.
Fun for himself!
The rugged-haired guy's asleep again.
In the couch.
"I didn't walk out. I stammered away. Satisfied?"
"Yeah, right! A girl like you... and a guy like him."
Any moment, Jet's ready to give the final blow.
A statement of the most peculiar thing to happen to them.
Faye eyed him sharply, her fists clenched.
"Don't you dare predict a disastrous future for me. You're not suppose to predict people's lives gun-head. Your duty is to hunt down bounties and take care of this thing- bebop!"
The man made a sign of retreat, raising his two hands up.
But there's a doubtful smile on his face.
He walked pass Faye to bebop's cockpit.
"Okay! Don't act like you're guilty of something... You'll have a beautiful future. How many years...? Little Spikes and Fayes running around. This place will turn into a battle field!"
And laughed himself away from her.
J-e-t!
No way!
That's not a beautiful future...
That's a living catasthrope!
How dare you mark my death for me?
Errrrrrr...
But Jet locked himself in the cockpit already, enjoying the thoughts playing on his mind.
They sure look good together.
Only problem is...
They're not good being together!
What kind of fools!
But his face suddenly darkened as he remember a few facts that still live.
Julia's gone.
Spike needs somebody.
Faye has no home to come back to.
She needs a family.
He let his foot settle it's weight on the next seat and dive down to deeper thinking.
Trying to build something.
A little cocky plan...
No it's too corny...
NO!
Ahhh!!!
I gotta come up with something.
A wide boyish grin crosses his face, making it evident that he has something on his mind.
The most magnificent thing I ever thought of.
But how?
Have to wait a little time, I guess.
Jet, you're a genius!
A gun.
A paper teared to pieces.
A rose.
The cemetery.
Lee.
Viscious.
Death.
Julia.
And Spike's been into that dream.
But it's not a dream actually.
Because dreams are supposed to be happy.
A nightmare...
When will I have a dream?
He's trap inside.
He knows it's not reality but he can't go out.
I don't want to wake up yet.
Julia...
Muttering Julia's name.
Faye heard him.
She's been sitting there for two consecutive hours.
All she heard was a faint calling of someone's name.
It's unexplainable why she feels there's a stake stabbed somewhere inside her.
I feel pain...
Where?
No!
That's just my stomach.
Faye Valentine, you just need to eat.
I guess...
She glanced at him.
Gradually, she was tempted to shove the strands of hair covering his face.
After doing so, her eyes rested on his lips...
Only to hear those lips call out a name.
Julia.