Ode To Joy
A Bebop New
Year. F/S.. what more is there to know?
FayesEmeraldEyes
Rated: PG
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They say you can always tell a girl
by what she drinks. If that was so, then
Faye Valentine was one lonely Martini closer to being branded. It was now an hour closer to midnight, one hour
closer to the reminder that she would always be alone. It was only that morning that Jet had sent
her and Spike out for the latest big bounty.
Jet’s good friend, Bob, had sent the bebop a message about a big hit on
Mars worth 2 million woo longs. Originally,
both had been assigned to the hit but Spike found his own bounty at the last
moment to catch, leaving Faye alone to whisk her way into another male bounties
arms. Late at 7, he would show, ready to
swing dance his way into the New Year.
She was there at 7:30, her dress red as a nervous girls blush. Swaying at the end as if she had just
parachuted from the clouds. Her dress,
cut just low in the shape of a V, enough that the hint of cleavage tore away at
his mind, making him long for her. Spinning
her over his head one last time before the song turned slow. Taking her hand, he enlaced his fingers with
hers. She smiled up at him, strands of
hair falling freely to the shape of her face from its tight position on her
head. Watching him with those teary
emerald eyes, he was indeed handsome in his black suit with white tie, his
black and white hat made to match with his black and white swing shoes. She was happy and was unsure why. Maybe from the way he held her close and
moved her just right to the beats of the music that played behind them. But all good things must always come to an
end, and this story was no ever after.
Nibbling softly on his earlobes just enough to taunt him to the bathroom
of the unpacked building. It was now
9:00, and if she worked her magic now, she’d be home by 10, enough time to
crawl up on the couch and her drink her way to a bliss
on the approaching new year. But this
man was no fool. Average Joes don’t just
get bounties placed on their heads for killing 26 women, well, soon to be 27
and counting. Making their way towards
the back, hormones raging as the two allowed their tongues to meet. Amidst of the kiss, Faye smiled while placing
her gun to the temple of his head.
Killing this man would be easy but capturing him would be a
blessing. 2 million woo longs closer to
leaving the bebop for good, closer to start over- away from Spike. But he had different thoughts. Switching the tables up a bit, he grabbed her
wrist making the gun fly from her hands. He smiled down at her and couldn’t
help but laugh. Earlier during the
dance, he had felt the gun brush against him from its spot tied to her upper
thigh. Laughing he kissed Faye on her
pale lips and grunted into her mouth.
Who knows what happened afterwards.
All was a blur except for moments later this man was no longer breathing
and Faye was no longer clean of wounds.
Bleeding from a fresh head wound, her face bruised from pain emotionally
and physically. Glancing at her watch,
now 9:54, just enough time to get to the bar she saw before entering the
club. And that was where she now sat,
now 30 minutes closer to the New Year. 6
Martinis later and 2 shots closer to eternal loneliness, she was sure that she
could make it. It was always easier to
wish for something then to reach out and grab it. How could she have let this things end up
this way? Perhaps, she was really no
good at this bounty hunter thing like Jet and Spike had always told her. Maybe once the ball dropped and the streets
weren’t as crowded, she would kidnap Ed and the two of them could run
away. She didn’t want to be lonely
anymore and at least with Ed she wasn’t.
But there, as always, was something keeping her from leaving for
good. Spike. No no, he wasn’t the one keeping her from leaving;
she only stayed because without the bebop she was homeless. She now found herself watching the lanky man
wander his way into the empty bar. She
grinned and turned around to order another shot when his hand was placed on top
of hers.
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“You’ve had enough Faye”.
Turning she watched as he scooped her up and carried her over to an
empty booth in the back of the bar.
Sitting them both down he poked at her once bleeding head wound and
dabbed a napkin in an untouched glass of water and began to wipe away the dried
blood. Her eyes glazed over with tears
as she watched him, longing to kiss his lips.
He looked so right for her, so relaxing.
He could quite possibly be the one she was meant to spend her whole life
with... in her eyes anyway. Noticing her
stare, he moved his hand away and cocked a smile. “You didn’t catch your bounty either, huh?” Faye nodded as her fingers traced a thin line
of blood from his left shoulder. The
drinks in her system made her vision start to blur as she laid her head down on
his good shoulder. “We should get back
to the Bebop and let Jet take a look at that.”
She looked up again, only to see Spike staring at the television. “We could, but I've never actually seen the
ball drop.” He turned his attention back
to her. “Its funny, they’ve done this
for centuries now but I’ve never had enough time just to watch it.” Faye turned his head back to the television
set as the two watched it fall. ‘3-2-1
HAPPY NEW YEAR!’ could be heard coming from the crowds of people on the
television set. Spike brought his hand
to hers and held it there for a good while before turning back to face
her. Faye watched as the couples on the
television set had there New Year traditional kisses. It was all she could do
not to just run from him. He was so
close to her but yet so far away. Tears
of fright fell from her eyes as he moved his hand from hers and to the crevice
of her face. Allowing their eyes to
meet, Spike let out a tiny smile as his lips touched hers willingly. Seconds
flew like rose pedals in the wind as Faye let herself go. When it was broken, she pulled herself closer
to his body. Her chests met as he
breathed into her neck. People on the
television set were now starting to fade from the screen as well as the
remaining people in the bar. He sat up,
completely, and allowed himself to really look at her. “I didn’t go off on a bounty Faye, I went for
a dream.” Glancing at him, she pressed
her lips back to his for one more chance at happiness. “I don’t need to know Spike; I just need to
know if this is right. Are we leading
somewhere?” “Why, does it mat-” “-Please,
I just need to know.” How could one
reply? You always know what happened in
the past but how are you suppose to know what will unfold in the future. “Faye, I've never been so sure in my life...That
this was right.” He smiled, kissing her cheek. “Mmm...hm” Faye and Spike turned around to see Jet
looking down at them as he chuckled. “Happy
New Year guys, lets go on home.”
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A/N: Happy New Year from FayesEmeraldEyes. May your year be lived to its fullest.
