Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Chaos ❯ Fear, Turmoil and Only Hope ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Heart of Warrior 
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.01.2004 | Updated On: 03.05.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 349 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.01.2004 | Updated On: 03.05.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 349 | Status: Completed
Chaos
By: S-chan
Chapter 3
Spike gingerly patted the child hacker on the head and gave her a pixie stick. Ed shrieked in delight and slammed Spike with a bone-crushing hug around his waist. She ripped the little paper tip off, up-ended the sugary blue powder into her mouth and gulped it all down. In a few seconds a goofier smile than usual came over her face her red-cheeked face. Spike backed up as the monkey-girl shot straight up into the pipes with a hyperactive "WAH!" noise and clattered away.
'We really should have sold her to that Martian circus,' thought Spike, rolling his eyes and becoming thoroughly convinced that he had lost his mind.
He turned around a moment later to find Angel sitting on the battered yellow couch with Ein in her lap. She was smiling faintly, humming softly, and scratching the corgi behind one pricked-up ear. Ein was licking her other hand. He may have been a genetically engineered data dog, but he still had a dog's uncanny intuition. He knew Angel just needed someone - or something - to cuddle right now. Soon, the dog was sound asleep, snuffling every once in a while.
"Angel," whispered Spike, not meaning for her to hear him.
Angel blinked rapidly for a second and looked around frantically, like a scared cat - if she could have, she would have puffed up to twice her normal size. She smiled when she saw Spike, though her green eyes were still sad. Spike went and sat beside her, noticing the fear that flashed in her eyes as he got closer. Ein awoke with a startled snorting/snuffling noise, stared reproachfully at Spike then jumped down off the couch. He sneezed a couple of times, sniffed, then scuttled away to find Ed, his claws clicking on the metal floor.
"Are you feeling better?" Spike asked, briefly touching Angel's hand to get her attention.
She winced, gasped in fear, and pulled her hand back so fast that it was almost like elastic retracting. Spike would have been been hurt had he not seen the pure terror that had flashed in her emerald-green eyes. It seemed like she was afraid for her life. But why? Trying to assure her that he meant no harm, he smiled at her. He knew that smile could melt a woman's heart. At least, it had melted Julia's...
Angel cringed back like a beaten dog, once more staring up at him with wide, frightened green eyes. She had seen that smile many times before and knew men only used it when they wanted a woman in their bed. It had lead to so much pain for her, so much terror that only those unfortunates who had also experienced it could ever know. That smile was what lay in every dark shadow in the recesses of her mind. It was the thing of her nightmares.
But this man had been so kind to her, she reminded herself hopefully in the last part of her mind that was capable of remaining hopeful - and there was precious little of it. She was a whore, the bottom of the social and economic pit. Even though he knew that - or she assumed he did - he still took her in and tried to help her.
With a shaking hand and a trembling lower lip, Angel tentatively reached out one slim hand to touch Spike's arm. His mismatched eyes - both startling shades of russet - held a troubled light when he smiled down at her. A shiver ran up her spine when she saw the expression, but she forced herself to swallow hard and ignore it. Spike looked down into her green eyes, trying to let her know without a word that she was safe.
"Is there something you need?" he asked, his face friendly and his tone pleasant - a tone Jet and Faye and usually Ed could only ever imagine hearing.
A rose-pink blush stained Angel's unbruised cheek and her eyes half-closed shyly.
"I just wanted to say," she started in her soft voice, casting her gaze to the side. "Thank you..."
Spike smiled again, though his mind was in turmoil yet again - it seemed to him that he was spending a lot of his time thinking too much, at least as of late. Why was he feeling the urge to pull this girl close to his chest? Why did he want to hold her, to always keep her warm and safe? Why was the desire rising in him to cradle her in his arms and kiss her senseless? Not thinking, he slid an arm around Angel's thin shoulders, holding her close.
"It's no problem," he said, looking away at something across the room and trying to make his voice sound dismissive. "It was just somethin' I felt like doin'."
Angel stiffened out of reflex, whimpering in fear as she was pulled close to his side, but did not struggle or try to pull away this time. Spike looked down at the top of her head once again, concern clear in his expression. Angel continued looking straight down and she found herself staring hard at a rivet in the metal floor. Spike's touch was careful, as if touching something very fragile, as he slid one hand under her chin. He tilted her head up gently and looked down at her face.
"You don't need to be scared of me," he assured her, his voice soft and soothing - he hadn't heard himself sound like that in a long, long time. "I'll never hurt you..."
It stunned him that his voice would ever sound that way after so long. He was used to being sarcastic and fairly brusque toward most people. So what was it about Angel - just Angel - that made him change? Why was he acting so simpering and soft-hearted towards her? It was enough to fry what was left of his mind.
"Why are you being so kind to me?" asked Angel in a quiet, shaking voice.
Spike sighed and looked away, pulling his hand away from her face.
"That's something even I don't understand," he admitted, wondering how to explain this, not only to her, but to himself. "All I know is that I couldn't just leave you."
"Thank you so much," whispered Angel, unconsciously leaning her head on his shoulder.
"What is it that you're so scared of?" Spike asked all of a sudden, abruptly changing the subject to hide his discomfort. "What happened to you that made you like this?"
Angel sat up quickly, took a deep breath and was about to answer when Jet came into the living room.
"Hey Spike," he said curtly. "Ed's just picked up on a new bounty. The girl's known to go by Chaos. And you won't believe what they're paying..."
"I'll be right back," Spike said to Angel, who had all of a sudden frozen in terror, pushing himself up off the couch.
He followed Jet into their makeshift kitchen, both of his hands shoved deep down in his pockets. Ed was sitting on the floor with Ein faithfully by her side, typing like a maniac. Faye was staring over the thirteen-year-old's shoulder at the screen with acute interest. In a few seconds, she burst out laughing.
"That's IT?!" the gambling addict asked incredulously. "We have to catch HER!?"
"What is it?" asked Spike disinterestedly, leaning against the wall and fishing through his pockets for a cigarette.
"Some bordello mistress wants one of her girls back," Faye replied dismissively, taking out one of her own and lighting it just to annoy him. "Apparently this is one of those 'fantasy/fetish-play' places... The girl got away two days ago and she's still under contract."
"Hmph," grunted Jet, shifting around uncomfortably. "I don't like this, but let's see the description anyway. It's good money..."
He paused as Ed hit a few more keys.
"Alright, here it is," he continued resolutely, as if determined to get this one even if it killed him just because he wasn't willing to let it throw him off. "Long blonde hair, thin, very small-built, green eyes. Last seen wearing a... mmph... white nightie. Get a look at this..."
He pointed to a note included by the bordello mistress.
"'Angel is one of our best fantasy players,'" he read, his face growing more and more disgusted with each word. "'Usually submissive, but can have a cat's attitude. When she goes by Chaos, she is one of our best... A very naughty girl. Very cunning, do not hesitate to be a little rough with her... Will try anything.' Hmph, half of it's just an advertisement for the whorehouse..."
Spike's heart stopped for a moment. It couldn't possibly be true... But the description said... oh screw the description! Angel wasn't just some hooker in a fantasy-play brothel. She couldn't be - just couldn't be! It was impossible...
'If it is her, there's no way she would have signed herself over like that,' the flustered space cowboy thought, letting his imagination run wild. 'She had to have been forced in. Probably that bastard in the bar...'
What he finally came up with was that the guy must have been her lover or something and they broke up. He wanted more out of her, probably some sick fetish, so he made a deal with this bordello mistress. So Angel had been forced into a life of daily torment, terror and pain, only to be released if she agreed to do what the guy wanted. Ugh.
"Hey Spike, what's wrong with you?" asked Faye, popping him smartly in the back of his wild green-haired head. "Ya look like the walkin' dead."
Spike shook his head roughly and muttered "Nothing", now fairly sure that he was going insane and there was nothing he could do about it. He gave Jet a worried look, hoping Faye didn't see it. Shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, he ambled out of the room. The hardest thing was ignoring his racing heart.
'I'm in too deep now,' he thought miserably, keeping his expression blank. 'Angel has a bounty on her. And there's nothing I can do. Angel... I promised her that she was safe with me...'
His hands tightened into fists in his pockets, tearing one of the inside seams.
'So that's why she's scared of me,' his thought continued, hurting his heart. 'She must be terrified of men because none has ever brought her anything but pain...'
Another thought hit him.
'They said that place specialized in "fantasy/fetish-play",' he shuddered. 'I hate to think what she's had done to her...'
Spike mentally slapped himself again, cursing himself for being disloyal to Julia's memory.
"Oh who am I kidding?" he whispered angrily to himself, leaning morosely against a wall and staring at the ceiling. "Julia's gone and there's nothing I can do about it. More important, corny as it is, I'm Angel's only hope..."
By: S-chan
Chapter 3
Spike gingerly patted the child hacker on the head and gave her a pixie stick. Ed shrieked in delight and slammed Spike with a bone-crushing hug around his waist. She ripped the little paper tip off, up-ended the sugary blue powder into her mouth and gulped it all down. In a few seconds a goofier smile than usual came over her face her red-cheeked face. Spike backed up as the monkey-girl shot straight up into the pipes with a hyperactive "WAH!" noise and clattered away.
'We really should have sold her to that Martian circus,' thought Spike, rolling his eyes and becoming thoroughly convinced that he had lost his mind.
He turned around a moment later to find Angel sitting on the battered yellow couch with Ein in her lap. She was smiling faintly, humming softly, and scratching the corgi behind one pricked-up ear. Ein was licking her other hand. He may have been a genetically engineered data dog, but he still had a dog's uncanny intuition. He knew Angel just needed someone - or something - to cuddle right now. Soon, the dog was sound asleep, snuffling every once in a while.
"Angel," whispered Spike, not meaning for her to hear him.
Angel blinked rapidly for a second and looked around frantically, like a scared cat - if she could have, she would have puffed up to twice her normal size. She smiled when she saw Spike, though her green eyes were still sad. Spike went and sat beside her, noticing the fear that flashed in her eyes as he got closer. Ein awoke with a startled snorting/snuffling noise, stared reproachfully at Spike then jumped down off the couch. He sneezed a couple of times, sniffed, then scuttled away to find Ed, his claws clicking on the metal floor.
"Are you feeling better?" Spike asked, briefly touching Angel's hand to get her attention.
She winced, gasped in fear, and pulled her hand back so fast that it was almost like elastic retracting. Spike would have been been hurt had he not seen the pure terror that had flashed in her emerald-green eyes. It seemed like she was afraid for her life. But why? Trying to assure her that he meant no harm, he smiled at her. He knew that smile could melt a woman's heart. At least, it had melted Julia's...
Angel cringed back like a beaten dog, once more staring up at him with wide, frightened green eyes. She had seen that smile many times before and knew men only used it when they wanted a woman in their bed. It had lead to so much pain for her, so much terror that only those unfortunates who had also experienced it could ever know. That smile was what lay in every dark shadow in the recesses of her mind. It was the thing of her nightmares.
But this man had been so kind to her, she reminded herself hopefully in the last part of her mind that was capable of remaining hopeful - and there was precious little of it. She was a whore, the bottom of the social and economic pit. Even though he knew that - or she assumed he did - he still took her in and tried to help her.
With a shaking hand and a trembling lower lip, Angel tentatively reached out one slim hand to touch Spike's arm. His mismatched eyes - both startling shades of russet - held a troubled light when he smiled down at her. A shiver ran up her spine when she saw the expression, but she forced herself to swallow hard and ignore it. Spike looked down into her green eyes, trying to let her know without a word that she was safe.
"Is there something you need?" he asked, his face friendly and his tone pleasant - a tone Jet and Faye and usually Ed could only ever imagine hearing.
A rose-pink blush stained Angel's unbruised cheek and her eyes half-closed shyly.
"I just wanted to say," she started in her soft voice, casting her gaze to the side. "Thank you..."
Spike smiled again, though his mind was in turmoil yet again - it seemed to him that he was spending a lot of his time thinking too much, at least as of late. Why was he feeling the urge to pull this girl close to his chest? Why did he want to hold her, to always keep her warm and safe? Why was the desire rising in him to cradle her in his arms and kiss her senseless? Not thinking, he slid an arm around Angel's thin shoulders, holding her close.
"It's no problem," he said, looking away at something across the room and trying to make his voice sound dismissive. "It was just somethin' I felt like doin'."
Angel stiffened out of reflex, whimpering in fear as she was pulled close to his side, but did not struggle or try to pull away this time. Spike looked down at the top of her head once again, concern clear in his expression. Angel continued looking straight down and she found herself staring hard at a rivet in the metal floor. Spike's touch was careful, as if touching something very fragile, as he slid one hand under her chin. He tilted her head up gently and looked down at her face.
"You don't need to be scared of me," he assured her, his voice soft and soothing - he hadn't heard himself sound like that in a long, long time. "I'll never hurt you..."
It stunned him that his voice would ever sound that way after so long. He was used to being sarcastic and fairly brusque toward most people. So what was it about Angel - just Angel - that made him change? Why was he acting so simpering and soft-hearted towards her? It was enough to fry what was left of his mind.
"Why are you being so kind to me?" asked Angel in a quiet, shaking voice.
Spike sighed and looked away, pulling his hand away from her face.
"That's something even I don't understand," he admitted, wondering how to explain this, not only to her, but to himself. "All I know is that I couldn't just leave you."
"Thank you so much," whispered Angel, unconsciously leaning her head on his shoulder.
"What is it that you're so scared of?" Spike asked all of a sudden, abruptly changing the subject to hide his discomfort. "What happened to you that made you like this?"
Angel sat up quickly, took a deep breath and was about to answer when Jet came into the living room.
"Hey Spike," he said curtly. "Ed's just picked up on a new bounty. The girl's known to go by Chaos. And you won't believe what they're paying..."
"I'll be right back," Spike said to Angel, who had all of a sudden frozen in terror, pushing himself up off the couch.
He followed Jet into their makeshift kitchen, both of his hands shoved deep down in his pockets. Ed was sitting on the floor with Ein faithfully by her side, typing like a maniac. Faye was staring over the thirteen-year-old's shoulder at the screen with acute interest. In a few seconds, she burst out laughing.
"That's IT?!" the gambling addict asked incredulously. "We have to catch HER!?"
"What is it?" asked Spike disinterestedly, leaning against the wall and fishing through his pockets for a cigarette.
"Some bordello mistress wants one of her girls back," Faye replied dismissively, taking out one of her own and lighting it just to annoy him. "Apparently this is one of those 'fantasy/fetish-play' places... The girl got away two days ago and she's still under contract."
"Hmph," grunted Jet, shifting around uncomfortably. "I don't like this, but let's see the description anyway. It's good money..."
He paused as Ed hit a few more keys.
"Alright, here it is," he continued resolutely, as if determined to get this one even if it killed him just because he wasn't willing to let it throw him off. "Long blonde hair, thin, very small-built, green eyes. Last seen wearing a... mmph... white nightie. Get a look at this..."
He pointed to a note included by the bordello mistress.
"'Angel is one of our best fantasy players,'" he read, his face growing more and more disgusted with each word. "'Usually submissive, but can have a cat's attitude. When she goes by Chaos, she is one of our best... A very naughty girl. Very cunning, do not hesitate to be a little rough with her... Will try anything.' Hmph, half of it's just an advertisement for the whorehouse..."
Spike's heart stopped for a moment. It couldn't possibly be true... But the description said... oh screw the description! Angel wasn't just some hooker in a fantasy-play brothel. She couldn't be - just couldn't be! It was impossible...
'If it is her, there's no way she would have signed herself over like that,' the flustered space cowboy thought, letting his imagination run wild. 'She had to have been forced in. Probably that bastard in the bar...'
What he finally came up with was that the guy must have been her lover or something and they broke up. He wanted more out of her, probably some sick fetish, so he made a deal with this bordello mistress. So Angel had been forced into a life of daily torment, terror and pain, only to be released if she agreed to do what the guy wanted. Ugh.
"Hey Spike, what's wrong with you?" asked Faye, popping him smartly in the back of his wild green-haired head. "Ya look like the walkin' dead."
Spike shook his head roughly and muttered "Nothing", now fairly sure that he was going insane and there was nothing he could do about it. He gave Jet a worried look, hoping Faye didn't see it. Shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, he ambled out of the room. The hardest thing was ignoring his racing heart.
'I'm in too deep now,' he thought miserably, keeping his expression blank. 'Angel has a bounty on her. And there's nothing I can do. Angel... I promised her that she was safe with me...'
His hands tightened into fists in his pockets, tearing one of the inside seams.
'So that's why she's scared of me,' his thought continued, hurting his heart. 'She must be terrified of men because none has ever brought her anything but pain...'
Another thought hit him.
'They said that place specialized in "fantasy/fetish-play",' he shuddered. 'I hate to think what she's had done to her...'
Spike mentally slapped himself again, cursing himself for being disloyal to Julia's memory.
"Oh who am I kidding?" he whispered angrily to himself, leaning morosely against a wall and staring at the ceiling. "Julia's gone and there's nothing I can do about it. More important, corny as it is, I'm Angel's only hope..."