Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Past/Present/Future ❯ The Exotic Bird and the Black Dog ( Chapter 5 )
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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: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 322 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Romance / | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.28.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 322 | Status: Completed
The Exotic Bird and the Black Dog
Faye and Spike went off along their sperate ways, Ed decided to stay by my side. She would stop every now and then, looking at things people where selling on the street. It was crowded, cars, motorcycles and bikes lined the street. People was walking around, trying to sale me hot* merchandise. We had walked a few blocks, until I noticed the gathering clouds up above my head. Rain drops dripped down from the sky, just a few at a time. Until it started to sprinkle. People in the streets just carried on, until thunder ripped across the sky, tore the seams off the clouds and caused rain to come pouring down in sheets. Me and Ed was drenched bout time we found shelter. My jumpsuit stuck to me like a second skin and Edward's head looked somewhat like a red shiny mop. I wondered for a split second if Faye and Spike had gotten caught in the storm too. The whole time I was worrying, Ed had wondered off. Luckily, with her bright hair, she was easy to spot over the crowd. That was when I realized we had found shelter in a club. Lazy piano music floated and mixed in the air with the smoke of cigarette and lingering smell of liquor. Girls with painted faces, short shirts and dipping neck lines winked and giggled at me. As if I was QB of some damn highschool football team and they where cheer leaders.
"Hey," a voice purred into my ear. I felt heat rush over me as the words rumbled in my eardrum. Wasting no time, I turned around, becoming face to face with a woman who I'd never seen anything like. I guess the closet thing to describing her would to call her an exotic bird. Something fragile from a far away place that didn't belong there. Her hair was either cut extremely short, or pulled back. Black and shiny, long bangs curled and framed her face and swung in her violet eyes. She wore a black hat with a pale purple ribbon around it, titled to the left, with a white feather sticking out. An open oversized button down shirt hung off her slender body, letting the world see her black satin bra. The woman smiled and stuck her hands in her baggy black pants with the suspenders hanging around her legs. she had on black satin boxers underneath. "Are you just gonna stare at me," she said, cocking her head to the side "Or buy me a drink?" The other girls pouted and stomped off, which made her grin even more.
"I can't right now. I'm looking for a girl," I replied and turned around.
"Oh, you mean the red head?" she questioned stepping up beside me, matching my long strides. I glanced down at her face, peaking from under the hat.
"Yeah?"
"Tommy gave her a towel and sent her to the bar," she said, grabbing my metal hand and guiding me back through the crowd like a lost little boy. I was truly shocked that she went for that hand and not my real one. She didn't even think twice, most women I knew was afraid of it. Afraid that if they touched it, it would bring up bad memories for me, to scared to ask what happened. I would catch them sneaking peaks and wondering to themselves if I needed to oil it like a car engine or something like that. Hell, even Alisa would give it an uneasy glance when I would touch her with it...
"Hey Margo!" the screaming brought me back to my senses, she had let go of my hand. She had led me to the bar, which was lined with bottles of alcohol, empty glasses and spills. She leaned on the bar and shouted the name louder. A woman rushed out of the back with towels and spray bottles. She had bright curly red hair that came to her shoulders, a green shirt and loose fitting blue jeans. She also had a bit of extra weight on her, but she was nonetheless pretty. The girl smiled and leaned on the bar with her elbows, "aww, iz ya workin' to hard?" she laughed out. The woman shot her a glance and throw a rag at her face.
"I wouldn't be so stressed if someone would help OUT!" she grunted, wiping up the spills and putting the glasses away at the other end.
"For your information, I am helping out. I'm helping this nice gentleman right here," she stated patting my shoulder.
The woman she called Margo glanced my way and walked over. Her eyes was a fierce green, but was warm and smiling. She grinned and gave me a polite nod.
"How can I help you?" she asked.
"He's looking for his kid," the girl piped in.
"Did I ask you?" Margo said in a motherly tone, making the girl roll her eyes.
"She's got red hair, tall, lanky," I described. Margo thought for a moment, looking up at the lights.
"Big bright amber eyes? Black spandex shorts? White tank top?"
"Yeah that's her," I replied.
"There she is right over there," she said pointing over my shoulder. Ed came trotting up beside me and sat down on the stool. She had a towel draped over her head.
"Where have you been?" I asked slightly amused. She looked at me from under the towel.
"Ed's been helping out on the bounty, but then I remembered something."
"What?"
"Edward doesn't know the name." I rolled my eyes in frustration, the girl and Margo cracked up into laughter.
"She's a character ain't she?" Margo said wiping up a spot on the bar. "Can I get you two something?" she asked. Ed shook her head. I asked for a glass of beer and red wine.
"You drink beer and wine together?" the young woman asked in disgust. I smiled as Margo placed the drinks in front of us.
"the wine is for you. you asked for a drink remember?" this made her smile and she took a seat next to me. After a minute in silence she asked, "Are you really a bounty hunter? I mean a professional one." I thought about it for a moment.
"Depends on your definition of 'professional'"
"Well, some people just do it for thrills. Some people just do it to have a little extra money on the side, some people do it for a living. That's a professional, because they have to be really good to base their whole income on something like bounty hunting."
"Since you want to put it that way, then yes, I'm a pro," I said arrogantly. She smiled.
"Who are you two trying to catch?"
"A man named Rink Van Hoosen. He's wanted for fraud. Managed to get millions of dollars in fake banking accounts. He would hack into the bank's system, and then he would type up some phony account. He's a damn genius." As soon as the words left my mouth, I turned to check on Ed. Who was contentedly sitting there, quietly tapping her foot to the music against the bar. I write myself a mental note to buy her some shoes before I turn back around. The girl is taking a long slow sip of her drink as she thinks.
"Rink Van Hoosen..man. We went out in 8th grade," she mused to herself.
"Really?" I asked amazed.
"Yeah," she fixed her hat, "he was a terrible boyfriend. Caught him kissing one of my friends in the girls locker room. Who woulda known he'd turn into criminal..hmm," she trailed off and took another gulp.
"So-so you know where he is?" I asked getting excited, this might be the easiest 300,000,000 woolongs I ever made."
"Please Mister, I haven't seen the guy in years." My hopes burn and crash like a over-loaded plane.
"You can't get in contact with him or anything?"
"You suggesting I set him up?" she said smiling at me, swirling the dark wine in her glass.
"No, just get some information on where he could me. I wouldn't ask you to set up your friend."
"He's not my friend. He hasn't been since he kissed my friend. If I do set him up, I want some of the proceeds."
"How much?" I eyed her. "i have to split it with 3 other people."
"Well, then, just give me 5% of your half."she suggested. I quickly done the math in my head and estimated that I'll probably end up with 749,999,99 woolongs.
"Fine. Sounds reasonable," I said holding out my real hand to shake. She smiled and shook it firmly. "By the way-"
"It's Song. And yours?" she said completely reading my mind.
"Jet Black."
"Well, Mr. Jet Black. Looks like we're in business together."
Faye and Spike went off along their sperate ways, Ed decided to stay by my side. She would stop every now and then, looking at things people where selling on the street. It was crowded, cars, motorcycles and bikes lined the street. People was walking around, trying to sale me hot* merchandise. We had walked a few blocks, until I noticed the gathering clouds up above my head. Rain drops dripped down from the sky, just a few at a time. Until it started to sprinkle. People in the streets just carried on, until thunder ripped across the sky, tore the seams off the clouds and caused rain to come pouring down in sheets. Me and Ed was drenched bout time we found shelter. My jumpsuit stuck to me like a second skin and Edward's head looked somewhat like a red shiny mop. I wondered for a split second if Faye and Spike had gotten caught in the storm too. The whole time I was worrying, Ed had wondered off. Luckily, with her bright hair, she was easy to spot over the crowd. That was when I realized we had found shelter in a club. Lazy piano music floated and mixed in the air with the smoke of cigarette and lingering smell of liquor. Girls with painted faces, short shirts and dipping neck lines winked and giggled at me. As if I was QB of some damn highschool football team and they where cheer leaders.
"Hey," a voice purred into my ear. I felt heat rush over me as the words rumbled in my eardrum. Wasting no time, I turned around, becoming face to face with a woman who I'd never seen anything like. I guess the closet thing to describing her would to call her an exotic bird. Something fragile from a far away place that didn't belong there. Her hair was either cut extremely short, or pulled back. Black and shiny, long bangs curled and framed her face and swung in her violet eyes. She wore a black hat with a pale purple ribbon around it, titled to the left, with a white feather sticking out. An open oversized button down shirt hung off her slender body, letting the world see her black satin bra. The woman smiled and stuck her hands in her baggy black pants with the suspenders hanging around her legs. she had on black satin boxers underneath. "Are you just gonna stare at me," she said, cocking her head to the side "Or buy me a drink?" The other girls pouted and stomped off, which made her grin even more.
"I can't right now. I'm looking for a girl," I replied and turned around.
"Oh, you mean the red head?" she questioned stepping up beside me, matching my long strides. I glanced down at her face, peaking from under the hat.
"Yeah?"
"Tommy gave her a towel and sent her to the bar," she said, grabbing my metal hand and guiding me back through the crowd like a lost little boy. I was truly shocked that she went for that hand and not my real one. She didn't even think twice, most women I knew was afraid of it. Afraid that if they touched it, it would bring up bad memories for me, to scared to ask what happened. I would catch them sneaking peaks and wondering to themselves if I needed to oil it like a car engine or something like that. Hell, even Alisa would give it an uneasy glance when I would touch her with it...
"Hey Margo!" the screaming brought me back to my senses, she had let go of my hand. She had led me to the bar, which was lined with bottles of alcohol, empty glasses and spills. She leaned on the bar and shouted the name louder. A woman rushed out of the back with towels and spray bottles. She had bright curly red hair that came to her shoulders, a green shirt and loose fitting blue jeans. She also had a bit of extra weight on her, but she was nonetheless pretty. The girl smiled and leaned on the bar with her elbows, "aww, iz ya workin' to hard?" she laughed out. The woman shot her a glance and throw a rag at her face.
"I wouldn't be so stressed if someone would help OUT!" she grunted, wiping up the spills and putting the glasses away at the other end.
"For your information, I am helping out. I'm helping this nice gentleman right here," she stated patting my shoulder.
The woman she called Margo glanced my way and walked over. Her eyes was a fierce green, but was warm and smiling. She grinned and gave me a polite nod.
"How can I help you?" she asked.
"He's looking for his kid," the girl piped in.
"Did I ask you?" Margo said in a motherly tone, making the girl roll her eyes.
"She's got red hair, tall, lanky," I described. Margo thought for a moment, looking up at the lights.
"Big bright amber eyes? Black spandex shorts? White tank top?"
"Yeah that's her," I replied.
"There she is right over there," she said pointing over my shoulder. Ed came trotting up beside me and sat down on the stool. She had a towel draped over her head.
"Where have you been?" I asked slightly amused. She looked at me from under the towel.
"Ed's been helping out on the bounty, but then I remembered something."
"What?"
"Edward doesn't know the name." I rolled my eyes in frustration, the girl and Margo cracked up into laughter.
"She's a character ain't she?" Margo said wiping up a spot on the bar. "Can I get you two something?" she asked. Ed shook her head. I asked for a glass of beer and red wine.
"You drink beer and wine together?" the young woman asked in disgust. I smiled as Margo placed the drinks in front of us.
"the wine is for you. you asked for a drink remember?" this made her smile and she took a seat next to me. After a minute in silence she asked, "Are you really a bounty hunter? I mean a professional one." I thought about it for a moment.
"Depends on your definition of 'professional'"
"Well, some people just do it for thrills. Some people just do it to have a little extra money on the side, some people do it for a living. That's a professional, because they have to be really good to base their whole income on something like bounty hunting."
"Since you want to put it that way, then yes, I'm a pro," I said arrogantly. She smiled.
"Who are you two trying to catch?"
"A man named Rink Van Hoosen. He's wanted for fraud. Managed to get millions of dollars in fake banking accounts. He would hack into the bank's system, and then he would type up some phony account. He's a damn genius." As soon as the words left my mouth, I turned to check on Ed. Who was contentedly sitting there, quietly tapping her foot to the music against the bar. I write myself a mental note to buy her some shoes before I turn back around. The girl is taking a long slow sip of her drink as she thinks.
"Rink Van Hoosen..man. We went out in 8th grade," she mused to herself.
"Really?" I asked amazed.
"Yeah," she fixed her hat, "he was a terrible boyfriend. Caught him kissing one of my friends in the girls locker room. Who woulda known he'd turn into criminal..hmm," she trailed off and took another gulp.
"So-so you know where he is?" I asked getting excited, this might be the easiest 300,000,000 woolongs I ever made."
"Please Mister, I haven't seen the guy in years." My hopes burn and crash like a over-loaded plane.
"You can't get in contact with him or anything?"
"You suggesting I set him up?" she said smiling at me, swirling the dark wine in her glass.
"No, just get some information on where he could me. I wouldn't ask you to set up your friend."
"He's not my friend. He hasn't been since he kissed my friend. If I do set him up, I want some of the proceeds."
"How much?" I eyed her. "i have to split it with 3 other people."
"Well, then, just give me 5% of your half."she suggested. I quickly done the math in my head and estimated that I'll probably end up with 749,999,99 woolongs.
"Fine. Sounds reasonable," I said holding out my real hand to shake. She smiled and shook it firmly. "By the way-"
"It's Song. And yours?" she said completely reading my mind.
"Jet Black."
"Well, Mr. Jet Black. Looks like we're in business together."