I know it's not exactly coming out a full story and that Faye isn't really like that but I'm trying to think of a gentler, past side of her and trying to make a Romeo & Juliet thing with a slight C B style. Sorry if it's wrong, but like I mentioned before, I haven't watched the entire series. But I'm trying to save up to buy the collection! Anywho...back to the story. On with the fanfic...Adios!
THE RETURN OF AN AVENGEFUL ENEMY
Chapter 3: An Enigmatic Note Hits The Bebop's Blues
Two and a half years has past and the Bebop floats lazily in the twinkling space. Its hatch opens, two small crafts zoomed out of there. One craft, the Red Tail, is proudly owned by a beautiful, spitfiery, tall, and ample, young vixen with straight, shoulder-length black-purple hair, sparkling emerald green eyes that mirrors the inner turmoil and affections from her, and full, red lips, her name...Faye Valentine. With a flick of a switch, she turns on her ship's communicator.
"Where are we heading for again, Spike?"
As she waits for his smart ass remark, she sat up, trying to readjust her short, yellow shorts at a more comfortable wear.
"Why...your favorite planet of them all...Earth." a male voice voice coolly responded as soon as his smirking face appeared on the small screen.
"EARTH! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE JOKING!" she screamed into the audiovisual communicator.
The second craft, the Sword Fish II, have also a proud owner. Spike Spiegel is an attractive, mysterious yet mischievous, tall, lanky, young man with dark green, short, wavy hair. His eyes, so hauntingly yet beautiful brownish red, with one being darker than the other, allows the bearer to see straight into your soul. He ran his long fingers thru his thick hair and sighed...
'At least she doesn't try to avoid going there anymore...' just as he was ready to make another comment...
"No, Faye, Spike isn't, but apparently he is." a husky male voice decides to join in, knowing his partner's motives.
"Some joke. muttering Does anyone know what's his next move then?" she made a face, remembering who she was asking.
"Not a clue. The only thing we have anything on him is that he was seen heading towards Earth, along with his last victim's possessions" the husky voice spoke again.
"Probably got a trick up his sleeve." Spike replied.
"He got something up his sleeves alright. According to Ed's computer..."
"It's Ed's tomato, Jet-person...not Ed's computer!" A child's hyper voice and a corgi's bark was heard loudly in the background, interrupting the ex-cop's sentence.
"Fine, fine. Now be a nice girl and pull up some more info on this guy, will ya?" he mutters and the hyperactive voice cheers, clicking away on the keyboard.
"Ed is nice girl! Ed is nice girl! Yay! Look Ein! Oooh...more stuff..."
"According to Ed's tomato... the stolen stuff happens to be some kind of rare exotic jewel and some thermonuclear explosives."
"So what? What's he's worth anyways?" She files her nails, wondering at times why she even bothered to stay with this burdensome crew.
"That's so like you Valentine...always thinking 'bout money, that is...if it's not about food." smart-ass remark numero dos.
"Shut up stupid lunkhead! I'm not the only one who's interested in woloongs ...besides, I wouldn't talk if I were you..."
"...and if I were you, I wouldn't stuff my face all the time." numero tres...
"ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT!" she nearly blew up the intercom with her screech.
"Hey...you said it, not me, I only call it what I see." he smirks in the screen, trying not give the brunette the satisfaction that he got a bit deaf before delivering comment numero cuatro.
"Why you ignorant, son of..."
Jet rubbed his bald head, he can feel the headache ready to beat like a drum, he let out a long 'idiots' sigh. As for the young child...
"Spike-person is a stupid lunkhead! Faye-Faye is fat-fat! WoooWOoooooo!" she screeched as she starts to jump up and down, flying around the room with her bare feet padding on the floor and airplanearms outstretched up high with the small dog on her tail.
"Shut up the both of you...he's worth thirty-thousand wol..."
"That's it! A guy like that has gotta be worth a lot more! Forget it...I'm not risking my beautiful self for some stupid stone when he got bombs to blow up an entire town!"
"Who's said your beau"
While the immature duo began with their daily dialogues, he gave yet another sigh and walked over the computer as the owner stopped her airborne self and returned to her original spot. Both middle-aged man and the preteen blinked when the screen starts blinking with new info.
"Huh...what's this..."
Both stared at the speakers before they could even have a chance to have the last word to one another.
"Wait a sec guys...they just raised the bounty...Wow...he's now worth a cool thirty-billion woloongs! Dead or Alive!"
Faye grinned. "Now...that's more to my liking."
"Gotta remember Valentine...we all get our share and I mean all of us."
She stuck out her tongue at him. "Yeah, yeah...I know, I know...unless I catch..."
"snort Yeah right, you couldn't even catch a cold."
"I have a better chance than you do."
"Oh yeah? Like what? You're lady-like charms and sparkling personality? Those are the qualities you lack of."
"Look who's talkin' Mr..."
"So Jet...I assumed it had to do with his last killing?" he interrupted her after he yawned rather loudly just to annoy Faye even more. It's so like her to want to get the last remark. 'Swear, that woman don't ever shutup.'
During the little spat, the red-head, golden-eyed child, stared at her screen, lifted her goggles up, and tilted her head to the left as Jet looked over her shoulders and looked at Radical Ed's great handiwork. He pressed the send button to the two crafts.
"Yup, apparantly his victim is some kind of a financial business man. Good job Ed. pats her head You guys should be getting the marked map where he's spotted as we speak."
"But Jet-person! Ed didn't make ma..." her older friends didn't hear her befuddled sentence.
"Got it."
"Got it."
Both pilots confirmed when they saw the green and black grid with a flashing red dot on their screens. Ed just shrugged her shoulders and kept typing away. They had finally reached the planet and landed their crafts on a barren field, near their tagged target. But before they got out of their mobiles,
"Jet-person! Jet-person! This is a very, very bad man. Ed doesn't want souveniers from him at all! He sent Edward, Jet-person, Spike-person, and Faye-Faye the map!"
...they heard a frighten 15 year old computer hacker talking irrationaly and a whining welsh corgi.
"Uh-oh...Listen up you two...Ed just found more info on our guy. Trickster Sol Maz has a long criminal record."
"Like what Jet?" Faye arched an eyebrow.
"Disturbing ones...it seems he also enjoys torturing his victims before killin' 'em."
"Hold on here...so this guy's some kind of sick, twisted psycho, running loose, torturing and kills anybody that he meets just for kicks and then steal their goods! Oh goody." Faye said it sarcastically.
"Sounds like your average bounty-head to me. Come on Valentine, let's roll."
"Ed said that he's the one who sent the map to us..."
"Ah...a trap...how typical." another sarcastic tone from the alluring vixen.
"Be careful guys, I don't want neither of you to be cocky, especially you Spike."
The group individually and unanimously had memory flashes of that tragic ending and the unexpected miracle on a certain tiger striped tom cat.
"Aww Jet, you do care about us." she decided to interrupt the silence and refuse to let anyone...or someone, to walk down memory lane where a certain blonde devil disguised as a heavenly angel awaits. Things were kinda getting back to normal like before his last session.
"Don't be ridiculous Faye...I just don't want to end up nursing the two of you or even worse, pay for any hospital bills and property damages."
"Gotcha old man."
"Adios Jet and try to not to wait up for us."
Those were the last words Jet Black heard from Spike and Faye in over a week.
"Ah...they have arrived." He looks up in the sky,"Hmm...nine o'clock p.m. central standard time, if I'm correct. I was just starting to get worried that they haven't received my little telltale map." The silhouetted stranger puts his powered binoculars away in his coat's pockets after he has seen a blue figure and a yellow figure, stealthily moving towards his secret spot.
"Now...let the games begin."
He smiled as he was the Cheshire Cat ready to lead Alice into the mad world of Wonderland. A dust filled cloud wisps by the predator, only to have the two to vanish.
"There he is!"
Gaucho and Romanji were chasing a dark-haired man who was cautiously inspecting around an abandoned, small warehouse. He looked behind him when he heard a woman's voice. Once he saw two running people with guns on hand, he too ran but into the creepy building.
"Nice going Valentine...now you gave him a nice warning." he ran faster.
"Well, pardon me for pointing out where he's at...next time I won't tell you anything." mentally she kicked herself for making that mistake as she runs beside him and both entered through the huge metal door.
"Is that a promise? Would you hurry up! We're goin' to loose him if you keep running like that!"
"No, it's not a promise and shut up! It's not easy with these boots!"
"Well take' em off!"
"And run barefoot? I don't think so!"
"Then quit your whinin' and run faster woman!"
The further they ventured in, the less light they received from the building. However, the inconvenience didn't discourage them from chasing their bounty who is only thirty paces away.
"Damn! It's to freakin' dark...can barely see a thing."
"Stop your whining Romanji."
"Easy for you to say, you're use to this." She hissed at him.
Spike halted all of sudden when they saw the criminal turning to the right at the corner of piled-high boxes, sensing...
"There's something wrong here."
Faye stopped as well, confused. "Why did you stop? We almost got him."
"Will you shut up! Does trap ring any bells?"
She did what she was told (a/n: which is certainly an uncharacteristic behavior of hers). They could no longer hear his descending running steps, instead they heard strolling footsteps coming towards them.
"I don't like this..."
"What's there to like Mister Spike?"
The bounty head spoke and with a snap of his fingers, a single spot light dully brighten the area where the Bebop's members stood. He came up closer to them, smiling as they're facing him, guns pointing to his direction. They noticed he had something in his pale hands, something that seems to be the color of blood-red and sparkling.
"Alright Trickster Sol Maz...it's time to collect our bounty so why don't you be a good little boy and come with us, quietly."
He laughs and walked up closer into the light. "Only if I get to go with the lovely Miss Faye."
"Only if you're dead, which makes my job easier to handle."
"So I can be brought in dead as well. Hmm..how much am I worth anyways?"
"Thirty-billion woloongs. So if you don't mind..."
"Hmpf...only thirty-billion? Is that all I'm worth Miss Faye?" the unhappy villan looked at his jewel that seems to glow whenever he touches the surface.
Both Faye and Spike are getting bad vibes, gripped their guns tighter, ready to pull the trigger if anything happens. He sighs and glances up at his bounty hunters, he can practically smell their uneasiness and tension. Sol smirks at them as they smiled at him.
"Hmm...If I get rid of you both from this universe, I'll be worth twice or triple as much..."
"You forget one thing Trickster..."
"Oh...and what is that Mister Spike?" he and his shadowed face backs out of the light. (1)
The cowboy smirks, "You said 'if' and since we're not ready to meet our maker..." he starts to fire at him, Sol ran to the side.
"Fu! He's too quick!"
Both ran after him again. Faye spotted him and starts shooting only to be proven useless. Spike tries his luck as well, nothing.
"Damn it! Would you hold still? I want to shoot you in the legs to keep you from running away from us!" he shouts in the darkness.
"Terrific Spike mutters you might as well ask him where's he's at so we can get him while you're at it. more muttering ...and he says I'm the one who give him warnings...men."
The green-hair man was going to make yet another smart-ass remark when the same annoying voice echoed from the shadows.
"Unfortunately Mister Spike, I need my legs if I wish to travel."
"Not unless you're traveling to hell once you're dead."
A wicked laughter was heard again in the shadows.
"Who says I''m not a full pledged resident?" his voice sounded closer to where they're at.
Their eyes are already adjusted to the darkness and saw him once again. He plays with the two by standing in one spot, waited to be found and when he got their attention, he disappears again. They went off running after him. A moment later, tired and frustrated...
"Sh can he run! Where the hell is he?" the woman exhaled and inhaled heavily as she reaches up next to Spike who is looking around for him.
"Why, I'm right here Miss Faye."
The two bounty hunters trailed that voice until they see him, standing underneath the same spot light as they were before.
"Maz...give up now, we're fed up with your games." Spike gave him a warning speech.
"Well, I'm not moving from this spot, so why don't the both of you come and get me."
"Why don't you tell us what trick is up your sleeve first?" Faye shivered a bit from her instinctual nerves.
"Oh no...that would just ruin the surprise. But if it makes any of you feel better, I promise not to move an inch, that is until I am ready to make an escape."
They stare at him, warning bells rang all around them, but the sounds of woloongs and growling stomachs make better noise. So with raised guns, they went to him under the light. Spike took out the handcuffs without lowering neither of their eyes nor their guns at him. Once he cuffed the jerk, they couldn't help but to wonder what's with the smiling. Spike tries to pull him, but he wouldn't budge.
"...?" he tries again, nothing
"Come on Spike, we got money ready to collect. What?"
"Valentine, help me pull this jerk."
She arched her eyebrows then smirked. "Oh what? The big strong man can't move..."
"Just do it!" he hissed at her.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed his other arm and started to pull as well. Trickster would smile broader as his eyes closed. Together, they pulled and couldn't, he was like heavy boulder.
"What the...?"
"Didn't I promise that I wouldn't move an inch until I'm ready to make my escape?" he grabbed the unsuspecting two's hands and wrists and before they could even respond, they're handcuffed to each other, yet they're other hand are still free and holding their weapons.
"How did..."
"It's a secret."
He faces them, his eyes still closed. As he came up closer to them, he then finally opens them for his victims. Spike held his shock when he sees them, bearing color of cold silver-gray and full of maliciousness.
'I never seen eyes like those except for...' he narrowed his eyes at Sol.
"What's the matter Mister Spike?" catching his glare.
"Nothing."
The stranger gave a predatory smirk to the cowboy. "Or perhaps you find my eyes a bit...unique."
"...?" Faye glances first at her partner, then at him. She gasped and realized why he looked a bit enraged.
"Spike! His eyes looks like..."
"Well, they unfortunately do kinda remind me of someone I killed a while back." Interrupting Poker Alice's sentence.
"Perchance, it wouldn't happened to be a certain Red Dragon member by the name of Vicious, now would it?" trying to look innocent.
"HOW THE FU DO YOU KNOW HIM!"
"My, my, such horrendous, foul language from such a young, beautiful lady such as yourself."
Spike's eyes flickered memories of pain and hate. He pulled the trigger, a bullet scraped his left cheek. The enemy didn't even flinch, he let the blood trickle and continued to smirk.
"So...you worked for Vicious." he growled.
"I didn't say that, now did I?"
He raised his eyebrows with his eyes closed and he placed and index finger on his chin as if he's trying to remember those words.
"What's with this asshole?" she whispered next to him.
"I don't know." the pure energy of detestation emancipated from his body.
"And are you certain you got rid of him...for good?" reopening and looking at the cowboy's sneering face as he give him a smiling one.
On impulse, Gaucho grabbed his purple shirt, pulling Romanji's wrist as well. He pulled his face close to his, meeting eye to eye.
"What do you know of him? Where is he!" he growled again, placing the barrel next to Trickster's left temple.
Sol closed his eyes for about a minute, then Spike and Faye felt really odd, weak, and lightheaded.
"Well now..opens eyes that's a secret as well."
The two notice his eyes became darker and practically glowing. All of a sudden, something made Spiegel to let go of him, the violet tressed woman, stood closer to her partner as Sol took a couple steps back.
"Spike! What the hell is goin' on?"
"Stick close to me Faye."
She got more frighten than before when she heard Swimming Bird said her first name, the word she haven't heard him say for a very long time since he came back from the grave. He focuses himself to see the man in a blurry form.
He fired at him square to his heart. Sol recoiled back, but regained his stance. Faye fired as well and the same happened to her.
"...?" her face says it all.
"Just keep shooting damn it!" sensing her confusion.
They fire again, he didn't even budge. The bullets just went thru him like he's a ghost. They ran out of ammo, they changed magazines and when they were ready to squeeze their triggers,
"That's quite enough." with a flick of his wrist, the guns were taken from them and vanished. They stood there, paralized.
"Spike, I can't move. Can you?"
"Does it look like I can?"
"Now to finish this part of the mission."
Frozen, they glared at him hatefully.
"What are you going to do to us you sick freak?"
Sol moved to Faye's side, very closely. She starts to panick.
"Why...I just want to have a little fun right index finger trailing from her arm up to her cheek with you first." whispering seductively in her ear.
"Don't touch me!" she shreiked, wishing she could be free so that she can teach the scum a painful lesson for touching thee Faye Valentine. But she could only flinch as her emerald orbs shown fear and repulsivenss.
"Get. Away. From. Her." His voice growled as his eyes bared deadly intents if he doesn't comply.
Trickster paused and closed his eyes as if he's meditating. At first he frowns then he smiles, his eyes shot open again.
"Too bad. Oh well...first things first."
He moved back facing them. He raised his closed hand and opened it, finally showing what he was holding the whole time.
"You stole that gem from your last victim, didn't you?"
"Well, not exactly. You see, it really belongs to me. That selfish bastard stole it from me, and I don't like people who steal things from me."
"So you snuff him."
"After I had taken my time teaching him lesson, yes."
He can feel time growing short in this dimension. He better act quickly before he miss the sent time warp. The blood red round gem grew big enough that would cover his whole hand, it starts to glow, gold tendrils starts to illuminate, swirling around it and his hand. He begins with a countdown and they felt weaker and dizzy.
"5..." the golden aura starts to grow more rapidly.
"4..." The glowing jewel elevated from his hand and moved above Faye and Spike, he lowers his hand.
"What's with the counting?"
Spike's question wasn't answered.
"3..." The glow starts to brighten as he continued to count.
"Spike!" She looked at him, scared of what might happened.
"2..."
"Faye, don't be afraid." he looked at her, trying to reassure her, only to make him feel helpless. Their tied hands and fingers intertwined instinctively together.
"Until we meet again, Romeo and Juliet...good-bye." smiling.
They looked at him with shock for the last thing they saw were his now-changed dark amethyst slitted eyes and short black-violet hair, the background were purple and black flowing heavy smoke. The spherical gem blasted out a strong flash of gold light, blinding them before it engulf them. Then both the flash and the victims vanished.
The jewel return back to it's original blood red color. A white gloved hand caught it midways. He adjusted to a 'U' shaped hook on the top of the wooden staff. A slight breeze went thru his bone straight hair and his matched color priestly robed garments with yellow trim. His eyes are closed and his smile is now more genuine. ((( )))
"I would really like to bring the other two, but L'Sama refused.sigh Oh how I wanted so much to see Lina-chan go even more chaotic and tempermental when she had to endure that lively child. Hmm...Edward Wong Ha Pet...whatever...strange name for a human girl.shrugs shoulders Oh well...now to get back home. I hope Lina-chan and the rest will welcome and like our new guests."
He chuckled before his jeweled staff gave out the same glow and disappeared.
(1) When Xellos withdrew into the darknes, you know, his eyes opened in Slayers Next's opening credits. So...what do you guys think? Yay...nay...?R&R. I couldn't contain myself from typing out this fic...even though I haven't finish the succubus one o. But I'm almost finish writing with it, now the only I need to do is typing it out. As for the Trickster Sol Maz...yeah...it's Xellos. I'm kinda proud and yet slightly embarrased on the cover up name...how I got it you asked? Well...Sol picking up the last 3 letters of Xellos but backwards and Maz 1st 3 words for mazuko...and you already know the Trickster part... Anywho...Adios and thanks for reading! Miss "L"