Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ It ain't all about the blues ❯ Is It Real? ( Chapter 1 )

Hi everyone this is Sir Edward Baka Sama and this is MY FIRST F IC (that I've actually written, in 6th grade i made up this romance with duo but didn't ACK IM GETTING OF SUBJECT) Anyways I'd like to apologize for bad grammar, bad story the whole psheel. Please R&R I'd greatly appreciate it. um what else...oh yeah disclaimer...SPIKE OH SPIKE COME HERE BOY!

*Spike comes hopping forth with a really pissed of look on his face* "F U"

S.E.B.S: fine then I guess Spikey won't get a little treat *takes out a cigarette and lighter and waves them in front of him*

Spike: Fine, Sir Edward Baka Sama doesn't own CB or else I'd be alive.

Sir Ed: Good Boy ^.^

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Session one of It ain't all 'bout the blues: Is this real?

Figurines that fall like leaves and disappear

Keep calling

Is it real ?

Is it real ?

Dark machines that wheeze and breath

And mock the air

Appalling...

This world can really be to much

I can't take another day

I guess that I've just had enough

My mind slipping far away

I'm falling in and out of touch

Can someone please explain....

(Seatbelts -Is it real? Sir Ed doesn't own it!!!)

Maybe the devil was teasing him, or maybe heaven was giving him a gift. But the chances of Spike being in heaven was like Jet ever growing hair back on his head. But Spike didn't care... for he was dreaming a beautiful dream.

Did you ever wake up as kid, go outside and wait for the bus after it rained the night before? You'd walk outside and this smell would hit you. You can't describe it but you just sit there and breath that smell in. And you, this wide eyed child, who thoughts don't go past the next day, sit there in awe. For this smell is so innocent, so clean, so pure, that no matter what happened the day before, it doesn't matter.

Well that's what Spike smelled and it reminded him of that one person who's name he could only whisper on his lips

"Julia..."

He missed her so bad. Her hair, those eyes of hers, and that melancholy aura all floated through his memories. Not only did he love her, but she represented his dreams so that if he let go of her, his dreams would shatter like a fragile peace of glass. If he could only see that porcelain face one more time...

And then she appeared...

Spike couldn't believe his eyes, her face, her love... it was all in front of him.

"Spike...I love you," she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a sweet embrace.

Suddenly Spike knew he was dead...for how could he feel this if he was alive.

Spike hugged her back and closed his eyes, repeating the only words knew, "Julia, Julia...JULIA!!!"

Suddenly the rain quickened its pace, wrapping the two lovers in a sheets of tears. Julia was now on the ground, her life pooling around her. Her eyes glazed over as she looked skyward. Her soft voice whispered the last few words he would ever hear from her crimson lips.

"It's all a dream."

Spike felt the rain drive harder, his world crumbling as ground fell before him. His body fell so fast in to the black hell and he heard a vixen's words...

"She's like an angel from hell, or a devil from paradise..."

I want to linger

a little longer

a little here with you.

It's such a perfect life.

It doesn't seem quite right

This is so long but not good bye.

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I'm really sorry it was so short and really bad. Please stick with the story , many twists are still to come!!!!

Yours Truly Insane,

Sir Edward Baka Sama