Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ To The Future ❯ Damn It! I Just Want To Go Home! ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Heart of Warrior 
Nicole's thoughts on the whole business - yup, you guessed it - She just wants to go home!
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 11.22.2004 | Updated On: 12.26.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 493 | Status: Completed
Nicole's thoughts on the whole business - yup, you guessed it - She just wants to go home!
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 11.22.2004 | Updated On: 12.26.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 493 | Status: Completed
To The Future
A Cowboy Bebop Self-Insertion Fic
By: S-chan
Chapter 2:
Damn It! I Just Want To Go Home!
When I woke up, I still wasn't home, but at least I was warm. I had been sleeping under what seemed to be a man's blue jacket. It smelled of cologne and had the less-than-pleasant tang of tobacco hanging on it. But it was soft and I was grateful for something to sleep under. I knew I hadn't gone to sleep with a pillow under my head, so I shifted to figure out where I was. It surprised me very much to learn that my head was pillowed on a man's lap!
"Kya!" I squeaked, sitting bolt upright and narrowly missing nailing his jaw with the top of my head. "What the---!?"
"Hold on! It's not what you think!" he said quickly. "You asked me to stay! I don't think you were fully aware of it but I was about to go find you a pillow. You told me to stay because you didn't want to be alone!"
I blushed.
"Oh..." I said quietly. "Well... thank you for staying..."
I settled down and realized that the man's hand was on my shoulder.
"I'm Nicole," I whispered. "What's your name?"
"Spike Spiegel," he replied.
My eyes widened and I shot up again, once more nearly nailing him in the jaw.
"No way!" I yelled. "This is effin' AWESOME! I'm in Cowboy Bebop! This is SOOOOOOO COOL!!!!!"
I continued my crazy fangirl-squealing until a large hand clamped firmly over my mouth.
"Damn it!" hollered Spike, wincing for the sake of his ears. "What the hell was that for!?"
"You're awesome!!" I screeched, clamping my arms around him, pressing my face to his chest.
Spike disentangled himself from my arms and held me off him.
"You're crazy," he said flatly, letting me fall on the couch and quickly rising to his feet.
"You didn't seem to mind a minute ago," I said softly.
He just glared at me.
"Well now I mind," he snapped.
That hurt. I bit my lip and my eyes filled with tears. I whimpered "Well fine!" , turned on my side facing the couch and curled up. I shrugged Spike's jacket away and buried my face in one of the old cushions. My tears leaked from my eyes and I began to sob. Yeah, I know I cry easily. And I hoped he felt like a cad for it.
"I didn't ask to be here," I mumbled sadly. "I'm scared and I want to go home... You don't have to be mean to me..."
Yeah, I know it's lame, but I sounded convincingly pathetic and helpless.
"I just like you, that's all," I whimpered.
That got him.
"Hey! Hey, don't cry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean it. Come on... Calm down..."
I just curled up and continued to cry. I barely noticed when Spike sat on the couch beside me. I froze when his fingers found the tie of my reddish-brown braid and worked it loose. Then I relaxed as he covered me with his jacket and took me in his arms.
"It's alright..." he whispered, letting me relax in his lap. "I didn't mean it. I know you're lost and maybe a little scared... That's ok..."
I smiled and snuggled up to him, laying my head on his shoulder.
"You're warm, Spike," I mumbled sleepily.
Somehow, he didn't seem so gruff anymore.
"Ah, don't mention it..." he said softly.
His voice gently pulled me back to reality and my eyes widened. Spike settled me by his side, still wrapped in his jacket. I looked up at him with tears forming in my eyes again, still scared of what might happen to me.
"What's going to happen to me?" I asked timidly.
Spike frowned for a second and shrugged.
"I dunno," he said after a moment. "But as long as you don't get in the way---"
"I can help with bounties!" I popped in, suddenly excited. "My cousin taught me to shoot!"
Spike just stared blankly at me.
"I'm a martial artist too!" I piped up. "I got my black belt in Tae Kwon Do! And I practice some kendo!"
I saw a sparkle of laughter in Spike's eyes and bristled at him.
*WHOMP*
The heel of my hand connected with the side of his head.
"YOW!" hollered Spike, pressing his hand to the side of his head. "What the fuck was that for!?!"
"Don't underestimate me," I said, revealing the mark of Chaos on my arm. "Don't forget that you're talking to Chaos here..."
Spike scowled at me and ran one hand through his wild hair.
"Well, tomorrow we'll be trying to bring in a nut by the name of Leo Grazzeri," he said, thinking out loud and looking me up and down. "And I think you might just be able to help me out on this one. Do you know what a lead-on is?"
I nodded, though all I knew was that it sounded like a small-game hunting term.
"Can you dance?" asked Spike.
"What!?! Why? What does that have to do with anything!?" I demanded suspiciously.
Spike glared at me.
"Just answer," he said. "Now can you dance or not?"
"I can," I replied challengingly.
He pushed himself up off the couch and held his hand out to me.
"Then let's see what you can do," he countered. "I can't have you go in there and blow it."
He pulled me up and turned me around so that my back was pressed against his chest. For a moment, I couldn't stand on my own. Spike's hands were on my sides, moving up and down as he ground his hips against me. He bowed his head to rest his chin on my shoulder, his mouth right by my ear so that his breath tickled my skin.
"So let's dance," he growled, trying to intimidate me.
He took the lead and guided me in the movements and rhythms I had only ever seen in the movies and on MTV. Soon, I was able to pick up and start moving my body against his, movements sensual and slow. Our dance grew more and more heated until Spike let out a loud groan and held me off him at arm's length.
"Alright," he ground out through clenched teeth. "I believe you. I'll let you help out..."
"Yay!" I squeaked, throwing my arms around him in a hyperactive whirlwind of a hug, though I really had no clue what I was getting into. "What all do I have to do?"
"Wait here," he replied.
He went to his room and came back with a small handgun. I tensed - I don't like guns, though my cousin indeed had taught me to shoot. - but he just stuck it in my hand and quirked an eyebrow at me. I looked up at him, my mouth open and about to ask him a question.
"This character is going to be at this club by the name of Strelitzia tomorrow," explained Spike. "You're just going to get him alone."
"How?" I asked curiously.
"Just do what you did to me," he said quietly. "Trust me, that'll get him..."
I turned the gun over in my hand, swallowed hard, and nodded. Spike looked down at me in my ratty jean shorts and Care Bears top, with a critical eye. I could feel him undressing me with his eyes and blushed, crossing my arms over my chest. Spike frowned.
"Faye'll let you borrow something," he said finally. "Probably black and red... Oh and one more thing..."
"What is it?" I asked nervously, a little disappointed that it seemed he actually wasn't looking at me and thinking I was pretty.
"Kiss me," he purred.
"WHAT!!??!!" I yelped, ready to whack him on the head.
"You'll lose his interest and screw the whole thing up if you aren't all over him," explained Spike. "Since Faye can't dance worth jack, it's up to you."
Somehow, I thought this sounded a little off.
"But why kiss you?" I demanded.
Spike pulled me close again, nuzzling my shoulder.
"It'll be easier for you to act if you know what you're doing. I want to see if you do," he said simply, sending shivers up my spine. "And don't worry about going in. I'll be backing you up the whole time and Jet's always close by."
"Oh... alright..." I said softly.
"Have you ever been kissed, Nicole?" asked Spike, leaning me back in his arms as if we had been engaged in a tango.
I shook my head and he smiled.
"Then here's your first," he whispered, leaning down close.
He held my gaze until his lips were almost on mine. I watched his eyes close and felt the smooth warmth of his lips pressing against my own. My eyes widened for a moment, then I let them fall closed. Spike had seemed so harsh and gruff when I first saw him. It amazed me to no end that a hardened man like him could have such soft lips and gentle touches. He held me in a tender, chaste kiss for a long moment, then lifted his lips from mine.
"Did you like that?" he asked, bringing me back up to stand on my own.
I nodded, wrapping my arms around his waist to try and steady myself.
"I have to warn you," he said quietly. "He won't be so gentle."
"He won't try to---?" I asked, afraid to finish the question. "Will he?"
"I won't let him try anything," Spike assured me. "If things get to where you can't handle it, you've got your gun."
I pressed my face close to his heart.
"If you're scared, you don't have to do this," he said gently, as if he were speaking to a lost child. "Faye usually does this kind of thing, so---"
*WHOMP*
I jumped and clonked him on the head again.
"OW!" yelped Spike.
He lifted me off the floor and held me tight against his chest.
"You've got to quit that," he growled in my ear.
"Don't underestimate me," I whispered fiercely. "I can do this!"
A Cowboy Bebop Self-Insertion Fic
By: S-chan
Chapter 2:
Damn It! I Just Want To Go Home!
When I woke up, I still wasn't home, but at least I was warm. I had been sleeping under what seemed to be a man's blue jacket. It smelled of cologne and had the less-than-pleasant tang of tobacco hanging on it. But it was soft and I was grateful for something to sleep under. I knew I hadn't gone to sleep with a pillow under my head, so I shifted to figure out where I was. It surprised me very much to learn that my head was pillowed on a man's lap!
"Kya!" I squeaked, sitting bolt upright and narrowly missing nailing his jaw with the top of my head. "What the---!?"
"Hold on! It's not what you think!" he said quickly. "You asked me to stay! I don't think you were fully aware of it but I was about to go find you a pillow. You told me to stay because you didn't want to be alone!"
I blushed.
"Oh..." I said quietly. "Well... thank you for staying..."
I settled down and realized that the man's hand was on my shoulder.
"I'm Nicole," I whispered. "What's your name?"
"Spike Spiegel," he replied.
My eyes widened and I shot up again, once more nearly nailing him in the jaw.
"No way!" I yelled. "This is effin' AWESOME! I'm in Cowboy Bebop! This is SOOOOOOO COOL!!!!!"
I continued my crazy fangirl-squealing until a large hand clamped firmly over my mouth.
"Damn it!" hollered Spike, wincing for the sake of his ears. "What the hell was that for!?"
"You're awesome!!" I screeched, clamping my arms around him, pressing my face to his chest.
Spike disentangled himself from my arms and held me off him.
"You're crazy," he said flatly, letting me fall on the couch and quickly rising to his feet.
"You didn't seem to mind a minute ago," I said softly.
He just glared at me.
"Well now I mind," he snapped.
That hurt. I bit my lip and my eyes filled with tears. I whimpered "Well fine!" , turned on my side facing the couch and curled up. I shrugged Spike's jacket away and buried my face in one of the old cushions. My tears leaked from my eyes and I began to sob. Yeah, I know I cry easily. And I hoped he felt like a cad for it.
"I didn't ask to be here," I mumbled sadly. "I'm scared and I want to go home... You don't have to be mean to me..."
Yeah, I know it's lame, but I sounded convincingly pathetic and helpless.
"I just like you, that's all," I whimpered.
That got him.
"Hey! Hey, don't cry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean it. Come on... Calm down..."
I just curled up and continued to cry. I barely noticed when Spike sat on the couch beside me. I froze when his fingers found the tie of my reddish-brown braid and worked it loose. Then I relaxed as he covered me with his jacket and took me in his arms.
"It's alright..." he whispered, letting me relax in his lap. "I didn't mean it. I know you're lost and maybe a little scared... That's ok..."
I smiled and snuggled up to him, laying my head on his shoulder.
"You're warm, Spike," I mumbled sleepily.
Somehow, he didn't seem so gruff anymore.
"Ah, don't mention it..." he said softly.
His voice gently pulled me back to reality and my eyes widened. Spike settled me by his side, still wrapped in his jacket. I looked up at him with tears forming in my eyes again, still scared of what might happen to me.
"What's going to happen to me?" I asked timidly.
Spike frowned for a second and shrugged.
"I dunno," he said after a moment. "But as long as you don't get in the way---"
"I can help with bounties!" I popped in, suddenly excited. "My cousin taught me to shoot!"
Spike just stared blankly at me.
"I'm a martial artist too!" I piped up. "I got my black belt in Tae Kwon Do! And I practice some kendo!"
I saw a sparkle of laughter in Spike's eyes and bristled at him.
*WHOMP*
The heel of my hand connected with the side of his head.
"YOW!" hollered Spike, pressing his hand to the side of his head. "What the fuck was that for!?!"
"Don't underestimate me," I said, revealing the mark of Chaos on my arm. "Don't forget that you're talking to Chaos here..."
Spike scowled at me and ran one hand through his wild hair.
"Well, tomorrow we'll be trying to bring in a nut by the name of Leo Grazzeri," he said, thinking out loud and looking me up and down. "And I think you might just be able to help me out on this one. Do you know what a lead-on is?"
I nodded, though all I knew was that it sounded like a small-game hunting term.
"Can you dance?" asked Spike.
"What!?! Why? What does that have to do with anything!?" I demanded suspiciously.
Spike glared at me.
"Just answer," he said. "Now can you dance or not?"
"I can," I replied challengingly.
He pushed himself up off the couch and held his hand out to me.
"Then let's see what you can do," he countered. "I can't have you go in there and blow it."
He pulled me up and turned me around so that my back was pressed against his chest. For a moment, I couldn't stand on my own. Spike's hands were on my sides, moving up and down as he ground his hips against me. He bowed his head to rest his chin on my shoulder, his mouth right by my ear so that his breath tickled my skin.
"So let's dance," he growled, trying to intimidate me.
He took the lead and guided me in the movements and rhythms I had only ever seen in the movies and on MTV. Soon, I was able to pick up and start moving my body against his, movements sensual and slow. Our dance grew more and more heated until Spike let out a loud groan and held me off him at arm's length.
"Alright," he ground out through clenched teeth. "I believe you. I'll let you help out..."
"Yay!" I squeaked, throwing my arms around him in a hyperactive whirlwind of a hug, though I really had no clue what I was getting into. "What all do I have to do?"
"Wait here," he replied.
He went to his room and came back with a small handgun. I tensed - I don't like guns, though my cousin indeed had taught me to shoot. - but he just stuck it in my hand and quirked an eyebrow at me. I looked up at him, my mouth open and about to ask him a question.
"This character is going to be at this club by the name of Strelitzia tomorrow," explained Spike. "You're just going to get him alone."
"How?" I asked curiously.
"Just do what you did to me," he said quietly. "Trust me, that'll get him..."
I turned the gun over in my hand, swallowed hard, and nodded. Spike looked down at me in my ratty jean shorts and Care Bears top, with a critical eye. I could feel him undressing me with his eyes and blushed, crossing my arms over my chest. Spike frowned.
"Faye'll let you borrow something," he said finally. "Probably black and red... Oh and one more thing..."
"What is it?" I asked nervously, a little disappointed that it seemed he actually wasn't looking at me and thinking I was pretty.
"Kiss me," he purred.
"WHAT!!??!!" I yelped, ready to whack him on the head.
"You'll lose his interest and screw the whole thing up if you aren't all over him," explained Spike. "Since Faye can't dance worth jack, it's up to you."
Somehow, I thought this sounded a little off.
"But why kiss you?" I demanded.
Spike pulled me close again, nuzzling my shoulder.
"It'll be easier for you to act if you know what you're doing. I want to see if you do," he said simply, sending shivers up my spine. "And don't worry about going in. I'll be backing you up the whole time and Jet's always close by."
"Oh... alright..." I said softly.
"Have you ever been kissed, Nicole?" asked Spike, leaning me back in his arms as if we had been engaged in a tango.
I shook my head and he smiled.
"Then here's your first," he whispered, leaning down close.
He held my gaze until his lips were almost on mine. I watched his eyes close and felt the smooth warmth of his lips pressing against my own. My eyes widened for a moment, then I let them fall closed. Spike had seemed so harsh and gruff when I first saw him. It amazed me to no end that a hardened man like him could have such soft lips and gentle touches. He held me in a tender, chaste kiss for a long moment, then lifted his lips from mine.
"Did you like that?" he asked, bringing me back up to stand on my own.
I nodded, wrapping my arms around his waist to try and steady myself.
"I have to warn you," he said quietly. "He won't be so gentle."
"He won't try to---?" I asked, afraid to finish the question. "Will he?"
"I won't let him try anything," Spike assured me. "If things get to where you can't handle it, you've got your gun."
I pressed my face close to his heart.
"If you're scared, you don't have to do this," he said gently, as if he were speaking to a lost child. "Faye usually does this kind of thing, so---"
*WHOMP*
I jumped and clonked him on the head again.
"OW!" yelped Spike.
He lifted me off the floor and held me tight against his chest.
"You've got to quit that," he growled in my ear.
"Don't underestimate me," I whispered fiercely. "I can do this!"