Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Past/Present/Future ❯ Introducing the Legendary Christina J. Walker ( Chapter 6 )
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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: 2.1K | Visits: 275 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Romance / | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.28.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 275 | Status: Completed
Introducing the Legendary Christina J. Walker
My feet where killing me in those white boots. I had absolutely no information on that guy what so ever! And the few people who did know something, wouldn't spill one word. They would just look at me wide eyed, as if I asked for directions to the road to Hell.
"Get out of here little girl. You don't know what your getting yourself into," is what one man said to me. I turned around and left from the building and decided to get me something to eat. It was still a little damp from the rain, but it was real hot. There was a nice little ice-cream shop just a block up, so I decided to treat myself to an ice-cream cone. Chocolate mint. I always liked it, for some odd reason. Normal people liked chocolate, or vanilla. Me? Give me chocolate mint any time of day.
So there I was, eating my chocolate mint ice-cream cone on a bench right outside the shop. Kids and adults where all around. A couple of dried up old ladies gave me the 'up and down' because of my yellow vinyl outfit. I smiled innocently and waved. Some hormone driven teenage boys honked their horns at me and made some real nasty gestures with their hands and tongues. So I did what any self respecting young lady would have done. I flipped them the bird and told them to kiss my ass. They left me alone afterwards.
Wondering what to do about the bounty, I looked up at the clouds. Out of all the planets I have traveled too, I would say I like Earth's sky the best. Because it looks like the sea, and I've always liked the sea. While Mars sky looks like God just dumped a bucket of blood on the sky, and Venus's looks like toxic fumes...which it is. But that's not the point. The point is, I like the water and that's what the sky reminds me off. And then I start to wonder why I like water, and if it has anything to do about the past life I once lived. I remember the video tape, of the younger girl, which is me. How happy I was standing by the ocean. And I see the small scenes of my life so long ago. The high school classroom with my friends, who are now either dead or old women. My huge beautiful home, which is now nothing but a vacant lot of dirt and rocks. My trip in outer space, and the horrible accident... Where the hell was I going? Would I be dead or wrinkled and dried up if I had survived? Would i I have met Ed, and Jet and Ein and Spike? Spike...that asshole... All I could think about his how he used me. How he probably felt some kind of sick enjoyment of hearing me say I loved him. Using me, Faye Valentine as a pillow to lay his head on after Julia had tired him out so much. If we had met and had the same argument in the past, when I had everything, would I go for that? Would I stand around and mope about something that's done and over with? Probably not, I would have a new guy on my arm the next morning. But I'm not in the past, I'm here right now. A woman who's seen the eyes of evil and betrayal, a woman who's got blood on her hands and weight on her shoulders. Tarnished, and confused, without anyone in the world to take care of me or love me but myself...
"Excuse me miss," the words brought be back to Earth. My vision focused from blurry to sharp, and I felt something wet and cold sliding down my thigh "Miss. Are you okay?" My eyes looked down to see a tiny little girl starring back at me with the biggest green eyes and purple hair. A mini Faye. She wore a pink tube-top dress with a bow in the back and her hair in pigtails. She had a stack of napkins in her tiny hand. "Do you not feel well? Once when I ate chocolate in the sun, it made me kinda' sick too," she said in a voice that was too grown up for her age. She unfolded a napkin and started to wipe melted ice-cream off my fingers. The little girl took the cone away and continued to clean my hand. It was so adorably cute, I wondered where she had come from. Maybe it was myself from the past, come to answer questions for me. A little angel of hope.
"I can do it," I told her, taking the napkins and wiping up the green liquid from my thigh and arm. "Thank you."
"Your welcome," she placed her hands be hind her back.
"I didn't even see you walk up, where did you come from?"
"You must have been daydreamin' or somethin'. I work right there," she said pointing to the ice cream shop. I smiled and laughed a little unbelievingly.
"Uh...your a little young to be working aren't you? How old are you anyway? 7? 8 years old maybe?"
"I'm 9 years old," she corrected, a little mad. "And for your information I am the manager of that place." She put her hands on her hips. I raised an eyebrow and sat back up.
"Oh really now?"
"You don't believe me? Come on in then, I'll prove it." She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the glass doors of the store. The walls where painted ice blue, and the floor was black and white. A few tables where scattered here and there, and there was jars of candy beside the cash register and up on shelves. She opened one of the jars and pulled out some crystallized candy. She handed me one and I popped it in my mouth. "James Taylor Walker! You are not supposed to leave the cash register unattended!" She shouted, walking behind the long counter and through a door. I heard her complain again and she came walking out with a young man with blonde hair and eyes just as green as hers. He smiled at the little girl, enduring her bossy attitude.
"Please Chrissy. I was looking out. Who's your friend?" He asked turning to me. It was kinda strange to receive a genuine smile for a man, if he wasn't checking me out and/or looking down my shirt.
"This is Faye," the girl said standing by my side again. I glanced at her, she was licking the candy, making her lips and fingers turn a bright red.
"How'd you know my name?" I asked suspiciously.
"I have a talent for these kind of things," she said tapping her temple with her hand that wasn't holding the candy.
"You aren't from 'round here," James said, taking a rag and wiping off the germ proof shields covering the ice-cream on display.
"How'd you guess?"
"Well, for one, girls from here don't dress that way...not that its a bad thing or nothin'. In fact, I think more girls should feel so comfortable with their body that they should where yellow hot pants. And, for two, you don't know my sister, Christina Walker. She's damn near famous around here."
"Watch your mouth James!" Chrissy corrected. "I'll be back," she said to me, before disappearing through another door which had a staircase behind it. James turned back to me smiling and shaking his head.
"She means well," he said walking from around the counter and taking his apron off. He wore a baseball jersey and some jeans. He was a real cutely, with his blonde locks hanging in his face, sparkling eyes, warm grin and dimples. I figured he was definitely a ladies man. "ever since our Dad died not to long ago, she just feels she has to take care of the place. so I deemed her assistant manager." He sat down at one of the tables. I joined him.
"I'm sorry to hear about that," i emphasized.
"It's all right. What's your name cutey?" he asked. despite the term of words, he didn't sound one bit flirtatious.
"Faye Valentine," I said smiling, enjoying all this positive attention for a boy I barley knew. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and I started to play with the cup of straws next to the napkins and menu.
"That's a movie star name. I knew you was famous," he grinned, sunlight catching in his green eyes.
"Nah. I'm not famous. Infamous maybe, but not famous," I pounded the straw on the table to release it from the paper wrapper.
"Infamous? Infamous for what?" he asked, moving his chair a little closer to hear me better. The table was already little, about 2 or 3 feet in diameter.
"Can't say," I said looking at him.
"For being so beautiful?" he commented. I smiled harder and shook my head. "Aww com' on!"
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." I said jokingly. I really didn't wanna spoil his image of me. Which was the mysterious, beautiful girl with the movie star name. Chrissy came back downstairs holding a shopping bag. I raised an eyebrow as she handed it to me and looked at her brother.
"Stop pinchin' woo on the job!" she said, grabbing his apron and throwing it at him. "Besides, Faye is way to sophisticated to be interested in you," she said, not really pronouncing "sophisticated" correctly. The bag she handed me had pink and silver swirls all around it. If the bag was this pretty, I couldn't wait to see what was inside, but why had she gave this to me? "I can't have you runnin all over town dressed that way, it'll draw to much attention. There's some different things in there for you," she said reading my mind.
"Too much attention?" I repeated, feeling a little insulted.
"Yeah. James has some friends coming over.." she said looking at the boy. I really didn't like the way she said 'friends'. James got up out of his chair, pushing hair behind his ear.
"It's okay, I have to go anyway." I said getting up as well, picking up the bag.
"It's been nice meeting you Ms. Valentine." James said.
"Just Faye."
"Well, Ms.'Just Faye.' I hope when we run into each other, you'll tell me your big secret," he kissed my hand lightly and dismissed himself through the door behind the counter. Christina took my hand lightly in her own and took me outside. She looked around momentarily before turning to me.
"I don't like my brother's friends," she told me, looking me straight in the eyes. "If your planning on coming back here, call me first and let me know all right?"
"What's wrong with his friends? Why don't you like him?"
"I just don't okay?" She said harshly. The tone in her young voice told me not to stay on the subject.
"Why'd you give me this bag?"
"Oh there's just some things your might gonna need," she said looking past me for a split moment. "I'll see ya." Without another word said, she went inside the ice-cream shop. I wanted to ask how she knew my name, and what she meant by 'things I'm gonna need.' But I had a feeling she didn't feel like talking anymore, so I headed towards the Bebop. All that thinking had wore me out. I needed some rest.
My feet where killing me in those white boots. I had absolutely no information on that guy what so ever! And the few people who did know something, wouldn't spill one word. They would just look at me wide eyed, as if I asked for directions to the road to Hell.
"Get out of here little girl. You don't know what your getting yourself into," is what one man said to me. I turned around and left from the building and decided to get me something to eat. It was still a little damp from the rain, but it was real hot. There was a nice little ice-cream shop just a block up, so I decided to treat myself to an ice-cream cone. Chocolate mint. I always liked it, for some odd reason. Normal people liked chocolate, or vanilla. Me? Give me chocolate mint any time of day.
So there I was, eating my chocolate mint ice-cream cone on a bench right outside the shop. Kids and adults where all around. A couple of dried up old ladies gave me the 'up and down' because of my yellow vinyl outfit. I smiled innocently and waved. Some hormone driven teenage boys honked their horns at me and made some real nasty gestures with their hands and tongues. So I did what any self respecting young lady would have done. I flipped them the bird and told them to kiss my ass. They left me alone afterwards.
Wondering what to do about the bounty, I looked up at the clouds. Out of all the planets I have traveled too, I would say I like Earth's sky the best. Because it looks like the sea, and I've always liked the sea. While Mars sky looks like God just dumped a bucket of blood on the sky, and Venus's looks like toxic fumes...which it is. But that's not the point. The point is, I like the water and that's what the sky reminds me off. And then I start to wonder why I like water, and if it has anything to do about the past life I once lived. I remember the video tape, of the younger girl, which is me. How happy I was standing by the ocean. And I see the small scenes of my life so long ago. The high school classroom with my friends, who are now either dead or old women. My huge beautiful home, which is now nothing but a vacant lot of dirt and rocks. My trip in outer space, and the horrible accident... Where the hell was I going? Would I be dead or wrinkled and dried up if I had survived? Would i I have met Ed, and Jet and Ein and Spike? Spike...that asshole... All I could think about his how he used me. How he probably felt some kind of sick enjoyment of hearing me say I loved him. Using me, Faye Valentine as a pillow to lay his head on after Julia had tired him out so much. If we had met and had the same argument in the past, when I had everything, would I go for that? Would I stand around and mope about something that's done and over with? Probably not, I would have a new guy on my arm the next morning. But I'm not in the past, I'm here right now. A woman who's seen the eyes of evil and betrayal, a woman who's got blood on her hands and weight on her shoulders. Tarnished, and confused, without anyone in the world to take care of me or love me but myself...
"Excuse me miss," the words brought be back to Earth. My vision focused from blurry to sharp, and I felt something wet and cold sliding down my thigh "Miss. Are you okay?" My eyes looked down to see a tiny little girl starring back at me with the biggest green eyes and purple hair. A mini Faye. She wore a pink tube-top dress with a bow in the back and her hair in pigtails. She had a stack of napkins in her tiny hand. "Do you not feel well? Once when I ate chocolate in the sun, it made me kinda' sick too," she said in a voice that was too grown up for her age. She unfolded a napkin and started to wipe melted ice-cream off my fingers. The little girl took the cone away and continued to clean my hand. It was so adorably cute, I wondered where she had come from. Maybe it was myself from the past, come to answer questions for me. A little angel of hope.
"I can do it," I told her, taking the napkins and wiping up the green liquid from my thigh and arm. "Thank you."
"Your welcome," she placed her hands be hind her back.
"I didn't even see you walk up, where did you come from?"
"You must have been daydreamin' or somethin'. I work right there," she said pointing to the ice cream shop. I smiled and laughed a little unbelievingly.
"Uh...your a little young to be working aren't you? How old are you anyway? 7? 8 years old maybe?"
"I'm 9 years old," she corrected, a little mad. "And for your information I am the manager of that place." She put her hands on her hips. I raised an eyebrow and sat back up.
"Oh really now?"
"You don't believe me? Come on in then, I'll prove it." She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the glass doors of the store. The walls where painted ice blue, and the floor was black and white. A few tables where scattered here and there, and there was jars of candy beside the cash register and up on shelves. She opened one of the jars and pulled out some crystallized candy. She handed me one and I popped it in my mouth. "James Taylor Walker! You are not supposed to leave the cash register unattended!" She shouted, walking behind the long counter and through a door. I heard her complain again and she came walking out with a young man with blonde hair and eyes just as green as hers. He smiled at the little girl, enduring her bossy attitude.
"Please Chrissy. I was looking out. Who's your friend?" He asked turning to me. It was kinda strange to receive a genuine smile for a man, if he wasn't checking me out and/or looking down my shirt.
"This is Faye," the girl said standing by my side again. I glanced at her, she was licking the candy, making her lips and fingers turn a bright red.
"How'd you know my name?" I asked suspiciously.
"I have a talent for these kind of things," she said tapping her temple with her hand that wasn't holding the candy.
"You aren't from 'round here," James said, taking a rag and wiping off the germ proof shields covering the ice-cream on display.
"How'd you guess?"
"Well, for one, girls from here don't dress that way...not that its a bad thing or nothin'. In fact, I think more girls should feel so comfortable with their body that they should where yellow hot pants. And, for two, you don't know my sister, Christina Walker. She's damn near famous around here."
"Watch your mouth James!" Chrissy corrected. "I'll be back," she said to me, before disappearing through another door which had a staircase behind it. James turned back to me smiling and shaking his head.
"She means well," he said walking from around the counter and taking his apron off. He wore a baseball jersey and some jeans. He was a real cutely, with his blonde locks hanging in his face, sparkling eyes, warm grin and dimples. I figured he was definitely a ladies man. "ever since our Dad died not to long ago, she just feels she has to take care of the place. so I deemed her assistant manager." He sat down at one of the tables. I joined him.
"I'm sorry to hear about that," i emphasized.
"It's all right. What's your name cutey?" he asked. despite the term of words, he didn't sound one bit flirtatious.
"Faye Valentine," I said smiling, enjoying all this positive attention for a boy I barley knew. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and I started to play with the cup of straws next to the napkins and menu.
"That's a movie star name. I knew you was famous," he grinned, sunlight catching in his green eyes.
"Nah. I'm not famous. Infamous maybe, but not famous," I pounded the straw on the table to release it from the paper wrapper.
"Infamous? Infamous for what?" he asked, moving his chair a little closer to hear me better. The table was already little, about 2 or 3 feet in diameter.
"Can't say," I said looking at him.
"For being so beautiful?" he commented. I smiled harder and shook my head. "Aww com' on!"
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." I said jokingly. I really didn't wanna spoil his image of me. Which was the mysterious, beautiful girl with the movie star name. Chrissy came back downstairs holding a shopping bag. I raised an eyebrow as she handed it to me and looked at her brother.
"Stop pinchin' woo on the job!" she said, grabbing his apron and throwing it at him. "Besides, Faye is way to sophisticated to be interested in you," she said, not really pronouncing "sophisticated" correctly. The bag she handed me had pink and silver swirls all around it. If the bag was this pretty, I couldn't wait to see what was inside, but why had she gave this to me? "I can't have you runnin all over town dressed that way, it'll draw to much attention. There's some different things in there for you," she said reading my mind.
"Too much attention?" I repeated, feeling a little insulted.
"Yeah. James has some friends coming over.." she said looking at the boy. I really didn't like the way she said 'friends'. James got up out of his chair, pushing hair behind his ear.
"It's okay, I have to go anyway." I said getting up as well, picking up the bag.
"It's been nice meeting you Ms. Valentine." James said.
"Just Faye."
"Well, Ms.'Just Faye.' I hope when we run into each other, you'll tell me your big secret," he kissed my hand lightly and dismissed himself through the door behind the counter. Christina took my hand lightly in her own and took me outside. She looked around momentarily before turning to me.
"I don't like my brother's friends," she told me, looking me straight in the eyes. "If your planning on coming back here, call me first and let me know all right?"
"What's wrong with his friends? Why don't you like him?"
"I just don't okay?" She said harshly. The tone in her young voice told me not to stay on the subject.
"Why'd you give me this bag?"
"Oh there's just some things your might gonna need," she said looking past me for a split moment. "I'll see ya." Without another word said, she went inside the ice-cream shop. I wanted to ask how she knew my name, and what she meant by 'things I'm gonna need.' But I had a feeling she didn't feel like talking anymore, so I headed towards the Bebop. All that thinking had wore me out. I needed some rest.