Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. But I wouldn't change a damn thing if I did.
(Spoilers for 'The Real Folk Blues', Parts 1 and 2)
Bang
You would think walking would be easier. Just one step in front of the other. No big deal. It's just walking; I do it all the time. My favourite mode of transport, if I think about it. Although flying in the Swordfish can be good, too.
But now, for whatever reason, I'm having trouble with it. Oh sure, it could have something to do with trying to stop my spleen from falling out. It could be the cut in my leg that goes about half way through.
Swords are sharp bastards, you know. That may sound pretty obvious, but it's something your senses get dulled to after awhile. You stay on a ship with a crusty ex cop, a shrew with amnesia and a crazy kid with a dog attached and you forget these things.
…
Well. That's a weird feeling. Haven't felt that one in a while.
Last time I felt that was when I accidentally kicked Ein. Fuckin' puppy dog eyes. I thought he was a ball that Ed had left lying around. Not my fault he's so damn fat he looks like a ball.
Don't know why I should be feeling guilty, though. It's not like they haven't gone running off at the drop of a hat when it's their past. But when I try to deal with my past, suddenly I'm of the same moral standard as a child molester.
There's a word for that, but the blood loss is kind of making it hard to think straight. It'll come back to me in a minute.
…
I guess I see where they're coming from. My shit always seems more… nasty than theirs. Even when it's got nothing to do with Vicious or… Julia.
Damn, that hurts.
Hypocritical, that's the word. They're all a bunch of hypocrites. Well, except Ed and Ein. I'll be damned if they can be blamed for much of anything. But at least Jet and Faye are self aware hypocrites. Well, Faye is. Jet just doesn't give a shit anymore. He's accepted the fact he's part of a freak show.
'Jet Black, this is your life.'
I wonder what he's gonna do. He and Faye should get together. Lots of babies. Name one of them Spike.
Spike Black. That works.
Damn, that light is bright.
Why the hell am I thinking about this now? Blood loss? Or something more… bigger?
… 'More bigger'?
Yeah… definitely the blood loss.
Although I'd rather be hallucinating right now than be anywhere near sober, mind you.
Ha. Would you look at that? I'm walking down the stairs.
There's blood covering my left eye. I'm only seeing the present.
And you know what? I'm about to die. Typical. The minute I start living for the here and now, and I'm dying.
What's the old saying? 'Life's a bitch'?
Well you know what, life? Screw you.
"Bang."
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(A/N: Nothing much to add. Just watched 'Real Folk Blues' last night for the first time in a while, and wrote this today. Those episodes are just way more emotional when you know what's coming. I was kind of hesitant to put it up, since it's during one of the most perfect moments of the series, but whatever. This is fan fiction; artistic integrity doesn't really factor into it.
Hey, Ho, Review.)