Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ His Eyes ❯ Insomnia ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER: I own it all! I own Cowboy Bebop and all it's Crew!!!! o.O Ok…not really (sob, sob). ^.^; I wish I did, but you know how these things go…it never happens. lol This is my first fic ever, so please be nice to me. I can take constructive criticism….not HUGE ass blows to my ego! lol Ok…read and review people!

It was his eyes. That was it. He had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Wasn't there a saying that you could see a person's soul through their eyes? His eyes held so much emotion. Sometimes when his guard was down, you could see the pain shielded by an air of indifference. He didn't fool her though. She knew what lay behind his carefree attitude. It was Julia. She was always with him, no matter what he did or where he went. For the thousandth time, she wondered how a woman could hold so much power over a man like him. Damn that Julia. Life was a bitch. Plain and simple. It was so unfair that she loved a man who would never be hers. She shouldn't even be surprised that this shit had happened to her. It wasn't like life dealt her a good hand anyway. She was a woman with no past…and seemingly no future.

She had been sitting on the couch for hours thinking about her life and the man that occupied her thoughts. She couldn't remember when she had last gotten a good night's sleep…too damn long, she was sure of that.

Lying down on the couch, Faye stretched her arms and put them behind her head. She couldn't sleep in her own bed, but maybe she would have better luck on the couch. She wouldn't get her hopes up. If she kept having sleepless nights, she would start looking hideous soon. And she'd be damned if that happened. Looks was all she had. Laughing at herself, she turned over on her side.

He couldn't stop thinking about her. She was everything to him and that fact killed him, it gnawed at his soul. He was never one to be sentimental, though he could recall a short time in his life, when he was completely happy. Life with Julia, brief as it was, was so surreal to him. He hated thinking about what he lost. He was sick of it actually. He just didn't seem to be able to get over it. She haunted him when he was awake and when he was asleep. God, he needed a cigarette.

Pushing himself up with his elbows, he reached over to his coat and pulled out a pack. Opening the lid, he discovered he was out. Cursing to himself, he got up and left his room. He'd have to find some cigarettes if he was planning on ever sleeping tonight.

She sat back up. She could see that trying to sleep was going to be useless. She needed a cigarette. She pulled one out and lit it. It was the only thing that calmed her nerves. She knew they were bad for her, but she didn't particularly care at that moment.

"What are you doing up? Couldn't sleep?"

Her heart jumped. Faye looked up and saw Spike.

"No. What about you?"

"Nope."

Spike came over and sat on the couch next to her and put his feet up on the table.

"Want a cigarette?"

He took the offered cigarette and lighted it. That's just what he needed right now. He looked over at Faye and grinned. She looked like crap. He couldn't resist teasing her. He never could. She was fun to aggravate.

"You know…you don't look so hot. Maybe you are starting to show your real age."

"Thanks."

Ok…she didn't take the bait on that one…something wasn't right. She was in one of her sentimental moods.

"Thinking about the bounty we collected today?" he said.

"Hmm."

Well, if she didn't feel like having a conversation…he sure wasn't going to push for one. He never was a conversationalist. They both sat there and smoked their cigarettes, passing the time.

Spike got up to go back to bed.

"Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"Why can't you get over her?"

He almost choked on his cigarette. His eyes narrowed at the question. How dare she? What gave her the damn right to ask that?

"I don't guess you have to answer me, but I was just curious. It just worries me to see so much pain in your eyes sometimes."

"I don't know why, Faye. I …don't know…why."

Worried? Since when did she worry about me? It was just like a woman. They always worried about someone. Women couldn't live with people and not get attached to them one way or another. He'd rather not live with women, kids, or pets. All of them caused trouble. He found it rather ironic that he lived with all three.

"I'm sorry I asked that. I know I overstepped my boundaries by doing that."

"Night, Faye."

"Night."

Well…that's it until next time. I was going to just make this a one chapter thing, but….yeah…it didn't turn out that way. ^.^ I'll have chapter two up soon. I promise. Until next time……