Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Got You ❯ Keep Talking ( Chapter 3 )

I do not own the characters of Cowboy Bebop. They are the property of Sunrise, Bones, and Bandai Visual (2001). They make the money, not me. Nor can I take credit for most of my chapter headings- they are the product of their authors. Sigh.

And now….

Let the truth be told!

 

Chapter 3: Keep Talking (Pink Floyd)

 

“Look, he's crawling up my wall … Black and hairy, very small… Boris the spider,” Ed sang in a bizarre lilting tune, mostly sharps and flats. She continued in an eardrum piercing high falsetto, “Creepy, crawly…”

“Ed that song sucks!” Faye grumped around spoonfuls of ice cream.

“Oh, Faye-Faye! Ed is hunting Spiderman and his cousin.” Faye pulled a face, Ed continued while her arms wiggled noodle like, “spooky drug dealers for Jet.”

“Hmmm… Didn't know he liked to unwind that way,” Faye giggled at the scrunch-faced pout of a response. She shrugged, spinning her spoon absently, “Never mind, I'm sure he'll fill us in tomorrow.” She hadn't a clue what the kid was talking about and decided it was best to wait. Ed's explanations tended to side along the lines of a bad acid trip.

“Faye-Faye?” Ed's voice had dropped to a slight whisper, “Why don't you play with Spike anymore?"

Faye lips puckered in confusion. "What do you mean? I never played with Spike."

Ed grinned, a glint in her eye, "Faye-Faye fibs.” She waggled her finger in admonishment, “Before Ed left and came back, Faye-Faye would never let Spike say something silly about how she got a bounty head." Comprehension dawning, Faye sat on a nearby chair urging Ed to continue. "You would call Spike-person a lunkhead or other words,” her arms folded across her skinny torso. The perfect replica of pious, childhood innocence, “Papa-Jet says Ed is not allowed to repeat." Nodding she glanced at the screen, typing some before returning her attention to the older woman. Faye took a bite of her ice cream noting Ed's eyes following her spoon.

“Uhh… Well, it's a bit complicated." Faye shrugged, Ed patiently waited for her to continue, "It just doesn't seem worth it anymore, you know? My grandma always said I should choose my battles and when we found him all torn to shreds, clinging to an existence he didn't seem to want, I decided it was too much work to constantly dig him out from under my skin. He wasn't worth the heartache.” She jerked, “That and with my memories coming back, I've learned there are more important things. I hunted you down, remember?” Ed smiled, remembering how nice it was to have someone come for her. Father-person never bothered. Faye giggled, "Though I'm not sure why." Ed grinned, following Faye's spoon from container to mouth. Faye smirked, It's like when you wiggle bacon in front of Ein! “Hey, Ed, you want some?”

“Faye-Faye will share with Ed?” she gasped.

“Just this once. Go grab a spoon.”

“Weeeeeeeeeee! Ice cream, ice cream…” she cheered to the kitchen and back; unable to stop celebrating her good, correction: great fortune.

“Grr… Ed don't think this is an every time deal or somethin'. I just don't want good ice cream to go to waste and it's already melty,” Faye pouted, “It's never good refrozen.” Actually, that was just an excuse. She smiled at the sticky mess encircling Ed's mouth. Wow. She's pretty observant.

“Mmmmm… Faye-Faye, this is yummy!” Faye had given up on the ice cream when Ed returned, resorting to smoking instead. Soon a companionable silence befell the duo punctuated occasionally by Ed's humming, giggles, slurps, clicks and taps as she searched for the group's newest bounty. Faye began to notice a slowing of Ed's movements across the keyboard. She assumed the kid was falling asleep and carefully pulled herself up to head for her room. She stopped when she heard, Ed yawn, “Faye?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you scream about Ein-doggy's decoration?”

“What decoration?”

“The plastic bug Ed tied to Woof-woof doggy. Ein needed a longer tail. Ed didn't want him to feel inadequate.”

“Huh?”

“Silly Faye-Faye. Spike brought Ed back a present from his naughty bounty head adventure and asked Ed to use it to decorate Faye-Faye's room. Haven't you seen your room's new decorations? Ed put some of the best on your bed! Faye-Faye can snuggle with some new, many legged buddies like Ed snuggles Ein!” Ed blinked, wide eyed and curious.

“Oh,” Faye stalled, trying to save Ed's feelings. She rubbed her neck nervously and giggled, “You did that?! I was wondering who put, uh… what'd you use to decorate my room with Ed?”

“Spiders, worms, flies, cockroaches, silly-milly bugs, crawlers, biters…” Ticking insects off on her fingers, she scowled, “Didn't you notice what they were? Spike-person thought Faye-Faye would like it.”

“Oh did he? Hmm… well thank you Ed. Remind me, tomorrow, to show you how we can thank him for the… uh…” she repressed a shudder, “room decorations, ok?”

“Ok. Nighty-night!” Ed smirked, “Don't let the plastic bed bugs bite!” She snapped her teeth playfully, Faye rolled her eyes and left Ed to continue rhyming as she searched. “Bite, bright, gotta sit tight, look all night...”

Upon, entering her room she immediately noticed that there wasn't a gag bug in sight. Hmmm… Spike must have gotten rid of them, that or… She pulled her bedding back with a ferocious jerk to find a rather disturbing creature coiled in the center. Stifling a shriek she shook the mattress to see if it reacted. With a lack of a response she gingerly flicked the offending toy off of her bed. Her countenance darkening when it bounced, Cute Spike, cute.

 

 

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Author's Note: I need to give credit, where credit is due. Two songs by The Who were influential and/or inspirational to the names of our key villain and his grotesque lackey. They are:

Cousin Kevin by: The Who. Album: Tommy. Yup that's how Kevie got his name!

Boris the Spider, by: The Who. Album: A Quick One. Little, ugly Boris's namesake and the song Ed is singing at the beginning of this chapter.