Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Blind Fetish ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: coarse dareei 
A little introduction...
Contains mild sexual content.
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi / Suspense / / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.21.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 946 | Status: Work In Progress
A little introduction...
Contains mild sexual content.
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Sci-fi / Suspense / / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.21.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 946 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fiction about it, ne?
A/N: Okay, first off, I don't know how I'm going to do with this fic. I'm not sure if I should continue it either. So, I'm going to need your opinion, please?
Bl ind Fetish
Prologue
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Spike was never really good with break ups.
He languorously walked down the sidewalk, itching for a cigarette. He hadn't had one in two weeks because of that damn girl. Good riddance. She was getting really annoying anyways. It just sucked that she had to slap him just because he said he couldn't see her anymore. All the women he met were so melodramatic.
Sure Catherine was hot and amazing in bed, but all the girl thought about was her looks. "Oh, is my butt too big in this? Well it should be." "Do you like my breasts?" "Ew, did you see those ugly guys staring at my ass, or was that just me?"
She was one of those girls who were a little too sheltered in life with someone always there at her beck and call, always there when she had dirty clothes strewn all over her room after she'd been to a wild party. She probably always had a rich man to spoil her too.
Spike couldn't understand why he never looked for a real girl. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't want to deal with the pain of his second girlfriend. The one he fell for. She was more classy than a Mercedes Benz. She was amazingly intelligent, athletic, competitive, gorgeous beyond belief, and understanding. That was the most important thing. Even after everything he'd gone through, she understood what he felt and helped him cope with it. Then she died so suddenly after a fight they had...and from then on, nothing, nothing, could make him want to fall for another girl.
"Spike...oh gods...do it again," the soft voice of the girl moaned as Spike caressed the curve of her left breast. His mouth slowly moved away as he gazed at the beautiful girl underneath him. He breathed in her lavender scent and gently leaned back in to kiss her mouth while his hands went below her abdomen for some exploring. He knew for sure this would just be a one night stand.
Her blue eyes were intense and clouded over with lust, her arms were held back by him as he pushed into her with one violent thrust. Her eyes widened and then quickly fluttered shut while screaming and moaning with mindless desire. Spike simply watched her with great interest.
What was it with women that facinated him so much? He was never in love with any of them, yet each of them were amazing to him. He especially loved watching them while he fucked the lights out of them. The way they writhed underneath him and called him as he grasped their thighs, shoving his length deep inside them and watching them react to it...maybe it was the vulnerability, or maybe it was simply the shear, excitable rush he felt knowing that a neighbor could hear what they were doing. Or maybe it was just the fact that sex made him forget about everything in his life. Everything he had to deal with.
Yet...when it was over, he felt nothing. He broke up with each of them despite knowing that he was absolutely horrible at break ups.
Still, he knew that if he waited for them to break up with him, feelings might get involved and that was something he wasn't ready for yet. Maybe he never was going to be ready for it again after Julia...
Then he met her, a crazy, alluring, intoxicatingly beautiful, yet irritating woman. Her violet hair barely reached her shoulders and those green eyes were so mischievious, careless, and dangerous to boot. She had sweet, red lips that any man would want to devour. Plus she had the greatest pair of legs in the whole galaxy. He remembered the night he met her. She had been so different from when he first met her that night...
Another night of useless roaming. He knew Jet would go ballistic after finding out he was at another bar again. He sighed. At the moment, he didn't really care. Just as long as he got a beer and hopefully a cigarette. Those damn things were getting more and more expensive as the years passed.
Spike eventually bought a pack and propped one between his lips. He took a seat at the silent bar and felt around his pockets for a lighter.
"Damn," he swore, realizing that he didn't have one.
"Here," came the seductive, low voice of the woman at the counter. Spike looked up into her eyes. He met emerald irises gazing back at him, smiling deviously. The girl held out a lighter. He watched the flame for a second before leaning in.
"Thanks..." Spike said, acknowledging. The girl gave a small grin before turning to another customer. He watched her leave, his eyes examining her. He was sure he met her before...
Maybe she was one of the girls he'd been with before.
Unlikely, he thought, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He remembered every name and face of the girls he'd been with (though he didn't understand why) and he was sure none of them were bartenders. He watched her curiously for the rest of the night before heading back to the Bebop.
After that night, he met her again, coincidentally, as he went to go catch a French bounty worth 9 million woolongs.
Spike found that she had seduced the bastard and drugged him before cuffing him in a cage that he used to put girls in that he'd kidnapped (for his own sick, sadistic pleasure, and for ransom. Those girls had parents who were stinking rich.)
"Hey you!" he had called out to her. When she turned, he was shocked to see her familiar face, but even more shocked at how different she looked in the daylight. She smiled at him.
God, that smile was sexy.
"What are you doing?" he asked roughly, forgetting his attraction to her for a second.
"I'm catching my bounty," she replied innocently, kicking the cage in her ship and walking in, leaving Spike with those four words.
He found out later on that she had been following him and Jet for quite some time. She had a personal tracker, a genius teenager by the name of Edward. Who knew what psycho named her that, but the violet haired woman insisted that it was her name.
He also found out that this woman was a bounty herself, wanted for her enormous debt in gambling and for being a prime suspect in a mass murder four years ago. She was worth 45 million woolongs.
And her name?
Faye Valentine.
A/N: Sooo...what do you guys think of my first Cowboy Bebop fic? Please tell me! I'm all right with flames, good reviews, and especially constructive criticism. This is kind of a fic I'm just kicking around. More like an experimental fic. Should I continue?
A/N: Okay, first off, I don't know how I'm going to do with this fic. I'm not sure if I should continue it either. So, I'm going to need your opinion, please?
Bl ind Fetish
Prologue
< br>
Spike was never really good with break ups.
He languorously walked down the sidewalk, itching for a cigarette. He hadn't had one in two weeks because of that damn girl. Good riddance. She was getting really annoying anyways. It just sucked that she had to slap him just because he said he couldn't see her anymore. All the women he met were so melodramatic.
Sure Catherine was hot and amazing in bed, but all the girl thought about was her looks. "Oh, is my butt too big in this? Well it should be." "Do you like my breasts?" "Ew, did you see those ugly guys staring at my ass, or was that just me?"
She was one of those girls who were a little too sheltered in life with someone always there at her beck and call, always there when she had dirty clothes strewn all over her room after she'd been to a wild party. She probably always had a rich man to spoil her too.
Spike couldn't understand why he never looked for a real girl. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't want to deal with the pain of his second girlfriend. The one he fell for. She was more classy than a Mercedes Benz. She was amazingly intelligent, athletic, competitive, gorgeous beyond belief, and understanding. That was the most important thing. Even after everything he'd gone through, she understood what he felt and helped him cope with it. Then she died so suddenly after a fight they had...and from then on, nothing, nothing, could make him want to fall for another girl.
"Spike...oh gods...do it again," the soft voice of the girl moaned as Spike caressed the curve of her left breast. His mouth slowly moved away as he gazed at the beautiful girl underneath him. He breathed in her lavender scent and gently leaned back in to kiss her mouth while his hands went below her abdomen for some exploring. He knew for sure this would just be a one night stand.
Her blue eyes were intense and clouded over with lust, her arms were held back by him as he pushed into her with one violent thrust. Her eyes widened and then quickly fluttered shut while screaming and moaning with mindless desire. Spike simply watched her with great interest.
What was it with women that facinated him so much? He was never in love with any of them, yet each of them were amazing to him. He especially loved watching them while he fucked the lights out of them. The way they writhed underneath him and called him as he grasped their thighs, shoving his length deep inside them and watching them react to it...maybe it was the vulnerability, or maybe it was simply the shear, excitable rush he felt knowing that a neighbor could hear what they were doing. Or maybe it was just the fact that sex made him forget about everything in his life. Everything he had to deal with.
Yet...when it was over, he felt nothing. He broke up with each of them despite knowing that he was absolutely horrible at break ups.
Still, he knew that if he waited for them to break up with him, feelings might get involved and that was something he wasn't ready for yet. Maybe he never was going to be ready for it again after Julia...
Then he met her, a crazy, alluring, intoxicatingly beautiful, yet irritating woman. Her violet hair barely reached her shoulders and those green eyes were so mischievious, careless, and dangerous to boot. She had sweet, red lips that any man would want to devour. Plus she had the greatest pair of legs in the whole galaxy. He remembered the night he met her. She had been so different from when he first met her that night...
Another night of useless roaming. He knew Jet would go ballistic after finding out he was at another bar again. He sighed. At the moment, he didn't really care. Just as long as he got a beer and hopefully a cigarette. Those damn things were getting more and more expensive as the years passed.
Spike eventually bought a pack and propped one between his lips. He took a seat at the silent bar and felt around his pockets for a lighter.
"Damn," he swore, realizing that he didn't have one.
"Here," came the seductive, low voice of the woman at the counter. Spike looked up into her eyes. He met emerald irises gazing back at him, smiling deviously. The girl held out a lighter. He watched the flame for a second before leaning in.
"Thanks..." Spike said, acknowledging. The girl gave a small grin before turning to another customer. He watched her leave, his eyes examining her. He was sure he met her before...
Maybe she was one of the girls he'd been with before.
Unlikely, he thought, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He remembered every name and face of the girls he'd been with (though he didn't understand why) and he was sure none of them were bartenders. He watched her curiously for the rest of the night before heading back to the Bebop.
After that night, he met her again, coincidentally, as he went to go catch a French bounty worth 9 million woolongs.
Spike found that she had seduced the bastard and drugged him before cuffing him in a cage that he used to put girls in that he'd kidnapped (for his own sick, sadistic pleasure, and for ransom. Those girls had parents who were stinking rich.)
"Hey you!" he had called out to her. When she turned, he was shocked to see her familiar face, but even more shocked at how different she looked in the daylight. She smiled at him.
God, that smile was sexy.
"What are you doing?" he asked roughly, forgetting his attraction to her for a second.
"I'm catching my bounty," she replied innocently, kicking the cage in her ship and walking in, leaving Spike with those four words.
He found out later on that she had been following him and Jet for quite some time. She had a personal tracker, a genius teenager by the name of Edward. Who knew what psycho named her that, but the violet haired woman insisted that it was her name.
He also found out that this woman was a bounty herself, wanted for her enormous debt in gambling and for being a prime suspect in a mass murder four years ago. She was worth 45 million woolongs.
And her name?
Faye Valentine.
A/N: Sooo...what do you guys think of my first Cowboy Bebop fic? Please tell me! I'm all right with flames, good reviews, and especially constructive criticism. This is kind of a fic I'm just kicking around. More like an experimental fic. Should I continue?