Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Past/Present/Future ❯ Ugly Truth, Beautiful Lies ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Opium_Princess 
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Romance / | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.28.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 377 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Romance / | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.28.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 377 | Status: Completed
The Ugly Truth, beautiful Lies
I had fell asleep in the corner I curled up yesterday. I had cried myself to sleep. The scene between me and him just continued to play in my dreams like a broken record, or maybe some busted up film projector that repeated itself. Things started off as a normal day. I had taken a long hot shower and slipped on some red spandex capris and a black oversized shirt I found in Jet's room. Ed was locked up in her room. I could hear her tapping at the keys furiously every time I walked pasted. Jet was making some soup. The smell alone was so delicious that my stomach got full just sniffing it. But he shooed me out of the kitchen like some little girl. He knew exactly what he was doing, because he told me to go outside and play with the other children. I played along with it, but only so I could get some food later on.
So anyway, I was bored out of my mind and went back to my little bedroom. Everything is so dark and gray, expect my red, soft blanket. I fell backwards onto my tiny twin bed and closed my eyes, rubbing my fingers over the fabric, inhaling the scent. My eyes darted open and I pressed the blanket to my nose, it didn't smell like me. Shampoo, perfume and cigarettes. It smelled like...him. Like cologne and sweat.. I rolled onto my side and felt something firm press against me. I jumped out of bed, wondering how I could miss the body under the covers. His feet even hang down off the edge of the bed. In somewhat of a rage, I snatched the blanket off him. He's in a fetal position, my pillows are tossed about the bed, the sheets are all twisted up around his sleeping form.
"Get out of my bed you pervert!" I shouted. He didn't budge. I tried kicking his foot, still nothing worked. Finally, feeling devilish and glad it came down to this, I grabbed a delicate sheer scarf from my dresser and dangled it right inside his ear. It twitched at first, just like a dog would do. I slowly climbed on the bed so I could look down on him. The scarf continued to tickle his ear, he swatted at twice, getting angry. I couldn't help but to press a hand to my mouth to keep from laughing. Spike finally opened his eyes, and I doubled over in laughter. Rolling on the bed, holding my stomach. When I finally began to clam down, my head was dangling from the bottom of the bed.
"You think that's funny huh?" I hear his deep voice say. Without another word he had my foot in a death grip and was tickling the hell out of me. I kicked and screamed and laughed. He was really getting kick out of it. Somehow, I managed to be in his arms as he tried to hold me down for another tickle session. It didn't really hit me until I realized the warm engulfing my body, and his lean muscles pressing against his back. I was sitting between Spike Speigals legs. Spike was holding me from be hind. The air caught in my throat, my heart thumped on the roof of my mouth. I stiffened in his arms, and he must have felt it because I was rigid like a stone. He just scouted up a little more, erasing the gap of air between our bodies. he loosened his hold on me, and nudged his chin on the crook of my neck. Rubbing his nose along my flesh, making goose bumps along the trail of heat. Shivers rolled down my spine and I was wondering how I could get chills when I was feeling so hot. He inhaled and exhaled, his cool breath rinsing over my bare shoulder and spilling onto my chest. I reached to pull the shirt back over the exposed shoulder, but he caught my hand with his own.
"Don't move," he said, his voice rumbling like soft thunder. "Don't move," he repeated and lowered my hand, his fingers leaving more trails of heat along the skin. "Let's make this moment last forever," he shifted and I felt his eyelashes give me butterfly kisses along my jaw line and neck as he struggled to keep his eyes opened. "You look pretty when you smile."
I never would have believed it, if someone had told me in advance. That Spike would fall asleep with me in his arms. I finally gave into the feeling and leaned back a little. Minutes floated by that felt like blissful hours. Spike moaned against my skin, I could feel his throat vibrate on the back of my shoulder. His name trailed out of my mouth in a sleepy whisper, I was really starting to get drowsy too. I rolled my head back and said it again.
"Spike.."
"Julia..." he purred affectionately. My eyes shot open. The heat around me became cold. He nudge against my head. "I missed you so bad." An ice icicle directly through my heart. I suddenly found myself snarling like some alley cat ready to fight. Spike wasn't even aware that he had done, since he was between the stages of dreaming and reality. But I felt as if he done it purposely. To try and hurt me. I saw red and I jumped out of his warm embrace. He fell back and woke up in a start.
"What the hell happened?" He said rubbing his head.
"Oh I don't know. Why don't you ask JULIA?" I said overly sweetly, but spitting out the name as it left a bad taste in my mouth. Spike pressed his lips together. His two-toned eyes darted around the room as if it suddenly dawned on him.
"Oh man," he said laying back onto the bed, propping himself on his elbows and starring into the ceiling.
"Spike. What the hell is this?" I shouted. Not caring if Jet heard or not.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, turning to me and looking dead into my eyes.
"THAT! WHAT WE JUST HAD! What am I to you? Just a cushion to break your fall from Julia? Your precious angel," I said mockingly. I saw lightening flash in his eyes, but I keep going. "How can you hold me in your arms and call me by HER name? How dare you call me THAT!? I'm not just just.. Just some kind of thing to comfort you when your feeling down and can be thrown away!"
"First of all, she's not a THAT. She has a name," he growls at me, standing up to his full lanky height.
"Ohhhh she's a 'that' all right," I said standing in front of him, crossing my arms and putting all my weight on my right leg. "That THING, cared only for herself. She just left you and went on with her life. Then she comes back and picks you up. Like some kind of puppy left out on the streets. And all you do is bitch and cry over her. You spend all your time thinking about her, when she wasn't even thinking about about you. And that THING almost got you killed. Did you forget that. TWICE!"
"Don't you talk about things you don't know!" He roared in my face. It caught me completely off guard and I stumbled back a little. "You don't know the first THING bout me and Julia! You're not even half the woman she is. In fact, your not EVEN a woman! You talk about how selfish Julia is? Lets talk about how selfish you are. How you go off on days on end, not letting anyone know where you are. How you expect to be cut in on bounties even if you don't bother to help. How you eat up every Go*damn thing in the fridge and never bother to pitch in money. Lets talk about that! Let's talk about how your always thinking about how YOU'RE gonna get yours, no matter the cost.
Julia has a heart. She was a good person and she loves me, the first person to ever show me love. And I love her. That's one thing you'll never know, Faye Valentine. You'll never know what love is. Hell, you don't even know what it's like to past. Maybe you should stop and work on trying to figure yourself out before you start to try and figure out other people," he says and turns to head for the door. It frightens me a little that he doesn't even know he's talking about her in present tense.
"SHE'S DEAD SPIKE! WHEN WILL YOU COME AND REALIZE IT! SHE'S GONE AND SHE'S NEVER COMING BACK! WHEN WILL YOU MOVE ON!"
"NO SHE'S NOT!" I guess he's aware of his own sentence. He stops and turns around, wiping a small drop of pit from the corner of his mouth. Then he says in a real calm voice, so calm it scares me. "Your so fucking jealous of what me and Julia had. You know you will never have the same thing. You don't even have a heart to love with. " he finishes and stares me done. My arms unfold themselves and I find myself tumbling backwards to the wall. His words just continued to stab into me like a thousand daggers. I draw up a shaky breath and look him in the eye, just as he done me.
"Your wrong Spike!!" I screamed, pressing my palms flat on the cold metal wall. "I do know what love is, because I love you!" My confession stuns him just as much as it shocks me. Silence just drops like a curtain over us. Tears is running down my face and I slid down the wall, curling up into a ball of purple, black and red. He turns on his heel and marches down the hall to his room. Sob rack through my body, I'm crying so hard I can't even catch my breath. I heard some heavy footsteps approaching my door and I quickly make sure it's lucked before going back to my corner. I know its Jet because of the metal clinking. It stops and he goes back to the kitchen.
I never meant to say all those things about Julia. She really was a good woman, I could tell by just looking at her. But still, I hated her. Because not only did she have the one thing that I wanted, she had broke him too.
I had fell asleep in the corner I curled up yesterday. I had cried myself to sleep. The scene between me and him just continued to play in my dreams like a broken record, or maybe some busted up film projector that repeated itself. Things started off as a normal day. I had taken a long hot shower and slipped on some red spandex capris and a black oversized shirt I found in Jet's room. Ed was locked up in her room. I could hear her tapping at the keys furiously every time I walked pasted. Jet was making some soup. The smell alone was so delicious that my stomach got full just sniffing it. But he shooed me out of the kitchen like some little girl. He knew exactly what he was doing, because he told me to go outside and play with the other children. I played along with it, but only so I could get some food later on.
So anyway, I was bored out of my mind and went back to my little bedroom. Everything is so dark and gray, expect my red, soft blanket. I fell backwards onto my tiny twin bed and closed my eyes, rubbing my fingers over the fabric, inhaling the scent. My eyes darted open and I pressed the blanket to my nose, it didn't smell like me. Shampoo, perfume and cigarettes. It smelled like...him. Like cologne and sweat.. I rolled onto my side and felt something firm press against me. I jumped out of bed, wondering how I could miss the body under the covers. His feet even hang down off the edge of the bed. In somewhat of a rage, I snatched the blanket off him. He's in a fetal position, my pillows are tossed about the bed, the sheets are all twisted up around his sleeping form.
"Get out of my bed you pervert!" I shouted. He didn't budge. I tried kicking his foot, still nothing worked. Finally, feeling devilish and glad it came down to this, I grabbed a delicate sheer scarf from my dresser and dangled it right inside his ear. It twitched at first, just like a dog would do. I slowly climbed on the bed so I could look down on him. The scarf continued to tickle his ear, he swatted at twice, getting angry. I couldn't help but to press a hand to my mouth to keep from laughing. Spike finally opened his eyes, and I doubled over in laughter. Rolling on the bed, holding my stomach. When I finally began to clam down, my head was dangling from the bottom of the bed.
"You think that's funny huh?" I hear his deep voice say. Without another word he had my foot in a death grip and was tickling the hell out of me. I kicked and screamed and laughed. He was really getting kick out of it. Somehow, I managed to be in his arms as he tried to hold me down for another tickle session. It didn't really hit me until I realized the warm engulfing my body, and his lean muscles pressing against his back. I was sitting between Spike Speigals legs. Spike was holding me from be hind. The air caught in my throat, my heart thumped on the roof of my mouth. I stiffened in his arms, and he must have felt it because I was rigid like a stone. He just scouted up a little more, erasing the gap of air between our bodies. he loosened his hold on me, and nudged his chin on the crook of my neck. Rubbing his nose along my flesh, making goose bumps along the trail of heat. Shivers rolled down my spine and I was wondering how I could get chills when I was feeling so hot. He inhaled and exhaled, his cool breath rinsing over my bare shoulder and spilling onto my chest. I reached to pull the shirt back over the exposed shoulder, but he caught my hand with his own.
"Don't move," he said, his voice rumbling like soft thunder. "Don't move," he repeated and lowered my hand, his fingers leaving more trails of heat along the skin. "Let's make this moment last forever," he shifted and I felt his eyelashes give me butterfly kisses along my jaw line and neck as he struggled to keep his eyes opened. "You look pretty when you smile."
I never would have believed it, if someone had told me in advance. That Spike would fall asleep with me in his arms. I finally gave into the feeling and leaned back a little. Minutes floated by that felt like blissful hours. Spike moaned against my skin, I could feel his throat vibrate on the back of my shoulder. His name trailed out of my mouth in a sleepy whisper, I was really starting to get drowsy too. I rolled my head back and said it again.
"Spike.."
"Julia..." he purred affectionately. My eyes shot open. The heat around me became cold. He nudge against my head. "I missed you so bad." An ice icicle directly through my heart. I suddenly found myself snarling like some alley cat ready to fight. Spike wasn't even aware that he had done, since he was between the stages of dreaming and reality. But I felt as if he done it purposely. To try and hurt me. I saw red and I jumped out of his warm embrace. He fell back and woke up in a start.
"What the hell happened?" He said rubbing his head.
"Oh I don't know. Why don't you ask JULIA?" I said overly sweetly, but spitting out the name as it left a bad taste in my mouth. Spike pressed his lips together. His two-toned eyes darted around the room as if it suddenly dawned on him.
"Oh man," he said laying back onto the bed, propping himself on his elbows and starring into the ceiling.
"Spike. What the hell is this?" I shouted. Not caring if Jet heard or not.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, turning to me and looking dead into my eyes.
"THAT! WHAT WE JUST HAD! What am I to you? Just a cushion to break your fall from Julia? Your precious angel," I said mockingly. I saw lightening flash in his eyes, but I keep going. "How can you hold me in your arms and call me by HER name? How dare you call me THAT!? I'm not just just.. Just some kind of thing to comfort you when your feeling down and can be thrown away!"
"First of all, she's not a THAT. She has a name," he growls at me, standing up to his full lanky height.
"Ohhhh she's a 'that' all right," I said standing in front of him, crossing my arms and putting all my weight on my right leg. "That THING, cared only for herself. She just left you and went on with her life. Then she comes back and picks you up. Like some kind of puppy left out on the streets. And all you do is bitch and cry over her. You spend all your time thinking about her, when she wasn't even thinking about about you. And that THING almost got you killed. Did you forget that. TWICE!"
"Don't you talk about things you don't know!" He roared in my face. It caught me completely off guard and I stumbled back a little. "You don't know the first THING bout me and Julia! You're not even half the woman she is. In fact, your not EVEN a woman! You talk about how selfish Julia is? Lets talk about how selfish you are. How you go off on days on end, not letting anyone know where you are. How you expect to be cut in on bounties even if you don't bother to help. How you eat up every Go*damn thing in the fridge and never bother to pitch in money. Lets talk about that! Let's talk about how your always thinking about how YOU'RE gonna get yours, no matter the cost.
Julia has a heart. She was a good person and she loves me, the first person to ever show me love. And I love her. That's one thing you'll never know, Faye Valentine. You'll never know what love is. Hell, you don't even know what it's like to past. Maybe you should stop and work on trying to figure yourself out before you start to try and figure out other people," he says and turns to head for the door. It frightens me a little that he doesn't even know he's talking about her in present tense.
"SHE'S DEAD SPIKE! WHEN WILL YOU COME AND REALIZE IT! SHE'S GONE AND SHE'S NEVER COMING BACK! WHEN WILL YOU MOVE ON!"
"NO SHE'S NOT!" I guess he's aware of his own sentence. He stops and turns around, wiping a small drop of pit from the corner of his mouth. Then he says in a real calm voice, so calm it scares me. "Your so fucking jealous of what me and Julia had. You know you will never have the same thing. You don't even have a heart to love with. " he finishes and stares me done. My arms unfold themselves and I find myself tumbling backwards to the wall. His words just continued to stab into me like a thousand daggers. I draw up a shaky breath and look him in the eye, just as he done me.
"Your wrong Spike!!" I screamed, pressing my palms flat on the cold metal wall. "I do know what love is, because I love you!" My confession stuns him just as much as it shocks me. Silence just drops like a curtain over us. Tears is running down my face and I slid down the wall, curling up into a ball of purple, black and red. He turns on his heel and marches down the hall to his room. Sob rack through my body, I'm crying so hard I can't even catch my breath. I heard some heavy footsteps approaching my door and I quickly make sure it's lucked before going back to my corner. I know its Jet because of the metal clinking. It stops and he goes back to the kitchen.
I never meant to say all those things about Julia. She really was a good woman, I could tell by just looking at her. But still, I hated her. Because not only did she have the one thing that I wanted, she had broke him too.