Chapter 7 – Home Sweet Home
Disclaimer: I don't own "Cowboy Bebop"
"Hey, Faye, listen to this…" Spike called from the living room.
"Yeah?" and rolled her eyes. Spike was reading another one of the folders they found in Victoria and Richard's room, he started reading them as soon they got back to the Bebop.
"Look, you know how I told you that Victoria was the researcher for everyone they planned to victimize, right?"
"So?" she shrugged.
"Look at this; it's you from before you were frozen." He pointed at the picture.
Faye's eyes bugged, sitting at the edge of the couch. "How'd she find that?"
"I donno... But look, all that stuff she said during the first night, at dinner, well it was all true." He handed it to her.
"It this real?" she skimmed it.
"I already read my folder, and yes. They had stuff in there that no one really knows."
"That's amazing-and creepy at the same time." She slung her arms around his shoulders and kissed his forehead.
"Yuchk…" Jett interrupted…recently he became unnoticeable "I miss it when you guys hated each other. Now it's all mushy gushy 'I love youuu'!" he extended the "you" part with a high-pitched voice.
"Ed thinks its soooo cute!" the hyperactive child exclaimed, hanging upside down from who-knows-what.
Ein ducked his head and buried his nose with his paw.
Spike and Faye just smiled.
"Hey, Spike?" Faye looked at the ring "When do we have to give this back?"
"It's yours."
"What?"
"Well, it belonged to me… I want, you know… I want you to keep it."
"Aw, Spike 3." She kissed his forehead "-Wait, what about those clothes that I borrowed?"
He sighed, "Whatever you want to call it, woman. Anyway, I found a list of names of all the people they've swindled. They said we can keep whatever we find as reward for punishing the evildoers."
"Fine by me." She went through all the expensive jewelry and fancy clothes "Hey, Spike," she covered herself with them "Do I look swanky?"
He lit a cigarette, shaking his head "You know it's better to ask someone that doesn't know you."
She crossed arms, scrunching up her nose "That's not very nice." She snatched his cigarette.
"I love irony." He lit a new one.
Ed burst through the pile wearing an oversized dress and big jewelry "Swanky, swanky, SWANKY!!!" the child flailed her arms around in the air and making ghostly sounds "OooOOooOooo-eee-hee-HEE!!"
I'm sorry if you didn't like my story, I know it kinda sucks. It took me over a year to finish it, I had been working fifty hour work weeks throughout that period. Anyway, I have a link to another story with a similar concept. I let GuitarBlair take the idea and make it her own. I like it so far, she's doing a great job. I can't post the direct link, so go to your browser and type this sites URL, then add /s/5564047/1/Im_on_a_boat
