Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ THE MOZEIK BOX SERENADES ❯ ONLY THE LONLEY ( Chapter 1 )

title: THE MOZEIK BOX SERENADES

chapter one: ONLY THE LONELY

by: JUNOSTAR

disclaimer: I don not own cowboy bebop.----- PLEASE READ AND REVIEW.

I woke up to find a posit note has been slapped to my forehead, 'how nice.' Sarcasm is rolling my head right at this moment. Angrily I ripped it off with a slight sting. Rubbing my skin to get the sticky felling to go away.

"I am getting really sick of this little game!" Spike said with an anode tone through his teeth. Jet does this to me every time I sleep, I know he's just trying to help by putting little saying everywhere and stupid haikus taped to my freaking forehead. But it just pisses me off. The only benefit of it is that I don't get the light gleaming in my eyes when I wake up. But enough with it already. 'ERRRR!'

'To day is the first day to the rest of your life.'

"HA, HA!" Spike expended his gratitude to Jet loudly through the bebop with no touch of real hummer at all in his voice.

A rustling came from the kitchen pots and pans clanging together and Jets voice said huskily "You like that one than Spike-o, I think you should start taking my advice some day, maybe even appreciate it."

Jet has been getting quite upset with Spike. For the past five months he has done nothing but sit on that couch, you would think he would be sick of it. But not Spike no 'lazy ass' .I don't even remember the last time he's gone on a bounty hunt and the fact that Faye left to find her so called routes or something. It's just me busting my hump to get the bills paid. "Damb it." Jet burnt his finger trying to toss the food around in his wok.

"So you going to get off the god offal couch to day" Jet said with a rising voice that's pulling at his vocal strings to keep from leaving his anger to take over.

Just than Jet heard a muffled sound coming from Spikes direction, poking his head around the corner from the kitchen only to see spike writing on a peace of paper than putting a peace of tape on it. Spike glanced over at Jet with a half smirk on his face and cold eyes aimed toured him.

"What yeah got their Spike?" Jet said with a concerned notion in his voice and wrinkles on his forehead. Squinting trying to read the writing on the peace of paper.

Spikes quickly stud up, grabbed his cote and went to the kitchen slapping the object smack dab in the middle of Jets forehead. And left the bebop. Making loud huff noises with his boots and a slammed door to show his aggravated appreciation.

Jets tour the tape off his head. Looking at what spike had written while rubbing his chin in thought.

'Trying is the first step toured failure.'

"Smart Ass" was the only words to leave Jets mouth in a whisper wile looking around to see that spike was gone.

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Spike stood outside the bebop searching his coot for his smokes. Finding them he saw he only had one left, now looking in his other pocket to get his liter. Lifting it up to the cancer stick in his hand and inhaling deeply and exhaling with a plesherable mone.

"You're always there for me." Spike noted as he looked at his cigarette longingly. 'I guess I better get another pack.' so he decided to walk into town to find a vender.

It was a little dreary outside. Gray and a slight chill in the air. Walking along the sidewalk Spikes trench coot waved in an odd gust of wind that seemed to have cot his attention. Looking up and to his left, he saw he was standing in front of an old pub.

"The Irish Soul, only the lonely welcome" Spick read the neon sign outside with a whisper so only he himself can hear how it would sound. "Well I'm not Irish, but I guess the lonely thing can count" 'and the green hair' Spike noted to himself.

Spike opened the door with a rush of worm air soothing his chilled skin. The place smelled of whisky and clove. It looked like your typical small oak wood bar, with a mirror behind the roses of liquor.

A small middle aged man walked up to Spike form behind the bar as he sat downs and asked in a deep scratchy voice. "What would the lonely like to order today?"

"Two fingers of Wild Turkey and a Draft of your cheapest" Spike thought that should hit the spot quite well.

"Sounds like you're in the right place, with a nice drink order like that" the bartender said while turning around to poor his fix of alcohol.

Spike was watching his order being filled when the he herd the bells on the door chime from some one walking in, he didn't look up or turn to see who it was. Not like he would know them or care for any matter. But he did stiffen and close his eyes when he smelled the sweet perfume that wafted by 'smells like Julia' and then stepped past him, sitting four stools down. A purring sexy woman's voice rung through the air. "Charlie do you think you could get me my regular." Charlie the bartender looked up with a smug smile on his face and huffed a laugh as he realized what her order was and spoke up turning tortes the lady. "I guess you've met your match today Isabel this gentleman to the left of you must have the same death wish as you always do, he order the same thing"

She cocked her head and her glanced peered to the left of her, and with her monotone voice still smooth as can be" I guess you've died a few times before to than. Huh"

Spike than opened his eyes and slightly jerking shocked at the statement she maid. "Seems that's been going around." He said with no emotion in his voice. Taking a sip of his beer that was now placed in front of him. When he finally glanced over to see this woman. He found that the smell and voice fit that sexy profile.

A lady about in her mid twenties, hair pulled in to a loose bun, natural beauty and dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a black tank top.

She slammed down her whisky with out even a single twitch than right afterward her beer.

With that being done she stood up put the right amount of money on the counter equal to the bill, walking to the door she paused glancing at spike for a moment. Than staring forward with her hand pushing on the door. And said "don't get to caught up in this dream." And than she was gone.

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NEXT CHAPTER: WHAT'S A LITTLE Q. AND A.

Preview:

"All right than..." Spike said quicker than he meant to than passed with a blank face, bringing his pointer finger to the side of his face and than swinging it down pointing at his smokes. "What do you do to get money for bozz and smokes" Spike said just to get the ball rolling? Watching her as she decided to move and seat herself next to him.

"Kill." She said nonchalantly. Swinging her hand and gesturing with it as if it were a gun, pointing directly at Spikes left temple. Their eyes in a dead lock.

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Junostar - hope you liked the first chapter because their is more to come. and if you read this when it was just called The Mozeik saga don't worry I fixed all the spelling mistakes and revised it.

Well review and tell me what you think I would love to hear. By for now.

J.S.