Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ The Sunset Risin' in Your Eyes ❯ Ribbons of Pain ( Chapter 1 )

The Sunset Risin' in Your Eyes by Stuntcat

Chapter two for those many people who reviewed...

"SPIKE!?!" Faye stared at this man that looked exactly like Spike and had a very Spike-like grin plastered to his face, but it couldn't be Spike, Spike was dead. She was surprised she wasn't hysterical at this point, considering the man that she thought she had loved those months ago and thought was dead was standing right in front of her.

She had spent the past few months forgetting all about Spike and now here he was, standing in front of her again. Why was he here? She had spent months that felt like years getting over this man, and now he appears again.

"SHIT!" She shouted, in a voice about ten decibels louder then her normal shouting voice. Spike winced and she wondered if it was because this was her secondary reaction, or if it just hurt his head. She cringed as she realized how much it hurt HER, I mean it hurt to breathe and so if she screamed it only stood to reason it hurt like a mother fucking bitch. Spike opened his almond eyes and looked at her dryly.

"Could you tone it down a bit Faye, I had a little bit too much to drink last night and the fact you're screaming in my ear doesn't help my throbbing head." She grinned and then frowned. Wondering why she wasn't in screaming hysterics, or at least feeling because of the fact the man that had ruined her life with his death was actually alive, or perhaps the fact that he had ruined the pathetic little shell of a life she had created as protection, maybe she was in shock, she mused.

Faye was so caught up in her thoughts she didn't realize he had left the room until he came back in, toting the first-aid kit she kept in her bathroom. She stood up and made for the kitchen, deciding she needed a glass of water, and she DIDN'T need him putting antiseptic that stung like bloody hell on the the horrible cuts on her face.

"Don't move an inch Faye, you need medical attention and I'm just going to have to do until tomorrow, when you are going to a hospital." His actions were a contrast to his harsh words as he gently grabbed her wrist and started examining how bad it was. She stared at the floor, scuffing the puffs of fuzz which were sitting in clumps on the carpet with her bare heel.

"I don't have enough money." She sighed out, in a defeated voice.

"You let someone do THIS to you and you STILL don't have enough money?" She glared at the carpet now, about to angrily pull her wrist from his callused grip before she sighed again, this time deeper. He frowned at her and she wondered for the umpteenth time why he cared at all.

"I'm paying off my debts." She frowned, her plan was to pay off all her debts and then get out of this hell that passed as her life.

"Why?"

"I'm getting out of here."

"Where are you going?" She groaned and pulled away from Spike, he might be a callused space cowboy but he really didn't seem to get quite how deep in depression she was. She stumbled her way across the carpet, heading toward the kitchen for a glass of water. She frowned as he followed her.

"Why are you even here at all, Spike? You're alive, so maybe Julia is alive too." She thought she saw a flash of something in those brown eyes, but she wasn't sure if it was regret or sorrow. She waited patiently for his answer, maneuvering around him in the tiny kitchen.

"I'm here to offer you a job." Her small frown turned into a full-blown scowl at this statement. Her, why would he offer HER a job?

"What? You have Jet, I'm not good at bounty hunting anyway, if I ever was, I've lost a lot of muscle tone and I'm no longer as comfortable with guns. In fact I'm probably out of date on most of the new bounties, drugs and weapons on the market." Mostly because it seemed recently all the guns she saw were pointed at her.

"It's not really bounty-hunting." She turned and trotted back towards the living room.

"I'm retired, and besides that I already have a job." She let the lie slip easily from her lips. Hoping she hadn't been drunk enough to tell Spike last night what she did for a living. She would never get that drunk, would she? He snorted.

"You're not good as a whore, too ugly. You know you could do so much more with your life. Come on Faye, it'll be fun." He said with an easy-going grin. Then his face turned grim and he motioned to her wounds. "And you won't have to deal with men like that."

"That's were you're wrong, Spike I'm good for being nothing BUT a whore. I'm not qualified enough to go legal, and even I know I was never THAT good at bounty hunting." She sighed as she flopped over onto the couch, wincing as the scratchy upholstery hit sensitive spots of skin. Then she muttered quietly,

"Besides this man would track me too the end of the universe." Spike obviously didn't hear this part of her comment, mostly because of how quiet she said it.

"That's not true..." She rolled her eyes and started making gestures for him to leave. She really didn't need this shit right now.

"Faye, take the job." She got angry, he died and now he was waltzing back in her life, telling her what to do? Fuck him! She felt the nice cool feeling she had been enjoying while talking to him snap away and reveal a swell of anger she couldn't suppress.

"Leave me alone Spike, I don't know what the fuck you think you're pulling but I don't care. You die, you ruin my life and the rest of the Bebop crew's lives then you all of a sudden waltz back into the new life I created, and expect me to just drop everything and leave with you? Fuck that and fuck you." She slapped him with her good hand as he stood there for a second, shocked. She pushed her out of her apartment, which would have been impossible, if he had still been in shock and she hadn't been running almost purely on adrenaline and emotions.

She slammed the door after him and locked it, knowing it wouldn't keep him out if he really wanted to get back in.

"Come on Faye, you don't want to stay here! You could be so much more then a whore Faye! Fuck, you can't stay here, it's killing you Faye!" Spike's angry voice penetrated through the thin door easily, tearing directly into Faye's heart.

"Why the hell do you care Spike? I'm a whore! I'm going to live the rest of my pathetic little existence fairly quickly and if you'd just leave me alone I could do it fairly peacefully too!" She turned away from the door. She waited for a couple of minutes then she heard him stomp away.

She then turned and leaned against the door. She put all her weight against the door, leaning her back on the wood as she attempted to organize her chaotic thoughts. And slowly a few scarce tears fled down her cheeks, then the floodgates opened and she slid to the floor, sobbing her heart out to the empty apartment.

And that would be Chapter 2, Review please. Uhm...I don't really like it so far so I dunno if I want to continue *shrug* oh well....Ja ne.