Didn't I promise I'll provide another chapter?
It's a little depressing if I just leave it like that.
So...
I'll try to finish it.
P.S.
To those who liked the previous chapters and to those who were curious enough to check it out, well...
Geez, thanks!
:-)
"WHAT!!!"
Faye and Spike glared at Jet, as though he just said they'll die after a sec.
"You have to pretend as a couple for one week. Do you still want me to repeat it?"
It's a great plan.
Stephen Cock will really be on the run for his life.
And I'm on for a wonderful movie.
A true to life movie courtesy of these two hard-headed.
It's been on Jet's mind for almost a week now.
The best plan, according to him, is to attend one of the programs Cock gate crashes.
The guy they're looking for will also be there for sure.
Disguised.
So they need to be extra careful and ultimately brilliant, as Jet proposed.
They have to put up a show.
"Jet, I don't think that's necessary. We don't even know his face."
Spike's been a little isolated for the pass few days.
He isolated himself rather inside his room...
until now of course and it's just because they need to talk about some plot.
What are you up to Jet?
Jet explains a few details before Spike turns his back.
"Hey, Spike! Where are you going?"
"Around someplace.How do you suppose I'd work with a hard-headed, hot tempered, and irresponsible man- I mean Faye."
He gives Faye a sideway glance before muttering something something under his breath.
'We'll die just after a minute of this show.' he said but she heard him clearly.
A soft thud on his shoulders made him look back and-
PAAAKKKK!!!
He almost lost his balance due to Faye's wild anger.
"How dare you! Arrogant pig. If there's someone who should complain about all of this- IT SHOULD BE M-E- ME!!!"
Spike regained his balance and glared at her.
"This is physical harrassment! A crime for violating the freedom of expression. You'll pay for physical injury."
"Physical injury? Huh! Dimwit, you should be thrown in a barber shop for clean cut. Or one of these days i'll do that myself. The next morning i'll greet you with a smile and say, 'Good Mornig Baldy!' That's less than what you deserve Spike-head."
Stiil, trying to subdue himself, he shifted his face away from Faye's vulcanic face. (Looks like she's really had it!)
"Next time maybe i'll dye your hair red. That'll certainly match your brutal personality - and your unadmirable attitudes!"
Their exchange of Beautifully matrimonic, Anticipating, Divine words- or in short BAD words was cut off by a series of Jet's striking sentences.
"YOU"RE NOT YET INTO IT BUT FROM WHAT I'VE HEARD FROM YOUR OWN MOUTHS, SEEMS LIKE YOU CARE ENOUGH FOR EACH OTHER TO CHANGE YOUR HAIRDO'S. THAT'S MORE THAN GREAT!"
"SHUT UP JET!!!"
But he ignored them.
"You know, you really need to do this. Did you ever hear any single going to a week-long seminar titled as 'CUPID'S PLOT' -seminar for married people?"
None could disagree, however.
So, they end up concluding that they'll do this for 10 million.
"Tidbits to remember: Be loving and caring. Forget who you are. and the third one pretend you don't know each other."
"Huh?" They reacted in synchronization.
"Because if you know each other, that will totally ruin everything including realizing you're better off slapping each others face than clasping each others' hands."
Spike let out a cough intentionally.
"Jet, I guess you're right about us forgetting who we're with but... you're wrong about one thing."
Jet and Faye waited for whatever he'll declare.
"We may not be better off clasping hands... but practically we're not better off with slapping each others' faces because that'll be totally be shameful on my part. Imagine Faye slapping my right cheek and then me, hitting her right and then vice versa. It's a destructive issue on my gender. But if we were punching each others' noses, i don't think there'll be an issue on Faye's gender. She maybe more of a man than Stephen Cock."
Jet held his belly and laughed.
Faye left giving Spike a little remembrance on his right cheek.
And Spike touches it, easing the pain somehow.
But, hell! There's a mark of Faye's palm on his face.
Ed and Ein came back, causing noise pollution inside bebop.
Ed says her father allowed her to visit and stay with them whenever she desires as long as she still goes home to him most of the time.
"Faye-Faye and Spike-Spike? Uhmm... That's great! But it'll be more realistic if they have a baby."
Ed ran around imitating a jet plane and Ein came running after her.
She didn't even notice the expressions mark on their faces. (Jet, Faye, and Spike)
"Weee! Wee!"
"Kids!" Faye bombed out.
Jet just smiled at them. And the truth was, he missed them and is glad to have them back.
But Spike was neither affected nor interested.
Something was really bugging him.
They tracked Stephen Cock already.
He's in Jupiter.
And their hunch was right.
He'll attend the 'CUPID's PLOT- seminar for married people' with his partner.
But they don't even know what he looks like.
Much more who could the partner be.
BUT TWO SOULS ARE HAVING A TINSY BITSY PROBLEM
What am I suppose to do?
One week?
One week...
With that- that urgh!
Let him hold my hand?
Let him whisper sweet word?
Double- ah, no!
Triple my patience a hundred times.
Subdue myself, all the times!
No way.
I won't do such things for his sake.
He can't do any of those, either.
But will I let him kiss me?
Faye shook her head as much as she can and as long as her head doesn't take off.
I shouldn't think of such thing.
Her eyes traveled along the lines of the window. Outside, she can see the vast blackness.
Absentmindedly, she whispered.
'It's too tempting'.
After realizing what she just said, she turned around to make sure nobody heard her.
No!
I-i mean too disgusting!
Errrrrrrrr........
Damn that mule headed spike head!
Spike is lying comfortably on his bed.
His hands at the back of his head.
His left knee rose, while the other leg rested on it.
His eyes are fixed on the blank ceiling.
One hour left, before they'll set their feet on Jupiter.
They'll have to act as a couple.
Faye Valentine...
Will she let me kiss her?
But as soon as the thought came, he dimissed it.
Because locked in his memory is the face of someone else.
Yet...
Faye Valentine...
The name rings all over the corner of his consciousness.
Faye's been on his mind since the day he woke up and found her waiting for him to come to life again.
The thought of her hugging his pillow, rampaging his room out of deliberate annoyance or... because she misses him, and knowing that she's been crying, was pushing through the back of his mind.
Nobody really ever cried for him.
Not even Julia.
But they're both different based on his own judgement.
A lot different...
Still, something inside woke up that day.
It was guilt.
Guilt of knowing he became selfish enough not to consider other people.
He must been right to face his haunting past but... bebop became sort of his home.
Jet was kinda a brother, and they met the others.
Ein, the wiz dog; Ed, the genius hacker; and Faye, the ultimate eye sore.
Eyesore, eh?
She's too cute to be considered a sorry sight.
Well, I admit she's cute but...
Hell, getting close to her is like committing suicide!
I don't want a palm marked on my face.
But...maybe a kiss mark will do.
Smile.
He was smiling until he noticed...
Jet on propped on his elbow, sitting on a chair watching him!
"Finished dreaming?"
There's a gloat in his eyes.
He sat up on the bed and locked his eyes on Jet's.
"You've been spying on me, Jet?'
Jet stood up and patted his back.
"Dreams do come true. Do you believe? Just try to be kind to her and maybe you'll be good friends."
And he started towards the door.
"Sorry, I'm not usually kind to animals, Jet."
He said after him.
The old guy just shrugged his shoulders and smiled to himself.
"Yah, yah! Go ahead believe whatever you want to believe. But that's a different kind of animal, eh?"
And left him.
Spike heard him laugh keeping the joke to himself.
Great!
Just great!
Jet's been up to something.
But he feels okay rather than annoyed on what Jet just said.
His lips curved into a thin smile.
Dumb old Jet...
Animal?
Yah, Faye's too cute to be an animal.
He imagined her with a fur, bit longer ears, big paws, tiny claws, and a large beak.
What's that supposed to be?
And soon he felt his tummy ache because of laughter.
"I hear your boyfriend or husband laughing Faye-Faye."
Ed remarked hearing a series of laughter from Spike's room.
"Yeah, I hear him. But he's not my boyfriend, fiancé, and definitely not my husband Ed. That's not gonna happen even in my worst nightmare!"
The dog was lying down but immediately stood up.
Ein barked at her.
What a dog!
You too, Ein?
Damn!
What kind of disease has been inflicted on these people- and on the dog?
Insanity maybe.
"Go away, Ein. If you want to bark all day, go to Spike. He's a bone man."
"That's a funny way to address your sweetheart, Faye"
Jet was leaning on the door.
"Ahh! What's wrong with you? You all need the experts' help."
She dashed away, hearing Ed telling Ein to play with her.
This shouldn't be called bebop.
It should be Booby-bop!