Disclaimer: My middle name begins with a T and I still don't own Cowboy Bebop.

Spike stood outside of the Blues House while leaning against a brick wall. He slowly breathed the smoke from the cigarette in and then exhaled. While sighing he said, "Little kid…I wonder what a little kid could want from me. Besides, a child support check and possible life insurance. That reminds, did I pay my child support this month…shit…"

A rotund man was lurking in the shadows near the Blues House. It was Fatty River. "Hey, Spike, whatcha doin' back hurr?" River asked.

Spike responded with a simple, "I need you to tell me where Zebra and that kid he's with is? Can you give me any info?"

"Well I'm suppose to tell you this anyway, because it would progress the storyline and therefore would be beneficial to you." River replied.

"Hey, what the hell! How did you get so educated that freakin' fast?!" Spike questioned.

River gave him the directions, "Oh sorry…dat' kid n' Zebra be over durr in dat' warehouse… next to dat' Burger Ding up near route…"

"Thanks!" Spike flew away (in his ship) to the warehouse. Hoping to find some answers as to what the hell was going on in the first place. When he arrived, the place looked empty. "Hello…anybody there? Not again." Suddenly, Spike heard a sound coming from the distance. It was echoing and he could swear it was the sound of a harmonica.

Just then, a boy appeared from the dark shadows with a man in a wheel chair slumped down on the side like Stephen Hawkins. The boy spoke, "Hallo, Spike, do you know who I am?"

"Well, I'm not stupid you little shit. You're the little boy that everyone has been warning me about." Spike answered.

"Yes, I am Wen. A long time ago something terrible happened and I was never able to age. So I have eternal youth…it's so sad. Don't you think it's sad?" Wen said.

Spike was nonchalant. "Not really…I got shot in the eye…"

"…Fuck you…I don't care about your eye!" Wen shouted as he pushed the chair into Spike's direction. "Think fast fucker!"

"Such a dirty mouth for such a young boy." Spike said while managing to dodge the wheelchair.

"Look, I told you I am not a child cause I'm really like a thousand!" Wen yelled.

"It's okay, you just haven't hit puberty yet. You'll get hair down there some day. Don't worry!" Spike assured while patting his head.

Wen was obviously fed up. "Motherfucker!" He drew his gun out and started shooting franticly (hitting nothing but air). "YAWWWWWWWWW! Take that and THAT!" Finally, he stopped shouting for he was out of breath and bullets.

Spike grinned, "I thought you were supposed to have eternal youth."

Wen came rushing down the steps of the warehouse and lunged at Spike's leg. Then he proceeded to bite it. Spike let out a scream, "Arghhhhhhh!" Spike flung his leg out and Wen went crashing to the floor.

Wen spoke to Spike through heavy breaths. "Uh…now I know…you are supposed to end my misery. You and only you… possibly someone else…but you must do it now."

"But how?" Spike questioned.

"You have the stone…correct?" Wen asked.

"Yes." Spike nodded.

Wen said, "Well take it and put it in your gun. Then shoot me. Now I know this is a hard thing for you to do but it's the…"

Before he could finish his sentence spike shot him. Ending him of his so called "misery" of eternal youth. Spike noticed that Wen was holding the harmonica in his right hand, so he picked it up and threw it up in the air. Making a pointing finger with his right hand. "Sad…so young…" Just then the harmonica came crashing back down on his face. "Ow…what the…" He was surprised because apparently he didn't believe in gravity. Spike looked up into the sky once more and held his right hand out then lightly sighed, "Bang."

Author's Note: I'm already thinking of working on two chapters called Waltz for Penis (Waltz for Venus) and the other is going to be related to the My Funny Valentine session. As well as the Jupiter Jazz one I have been anticipating. Feel free to share your views as long as their constructive!