The Calm
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Category:
+. to F › Cowboy Bebop
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
49
Views:
2,473
Reviews:
34
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Cowboy Bebop, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sympathetic
Disclaimer: Not owner of Bebop or Sith... just Amaya and all her previous personas.
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Artist: Seether
Song: Sympathetic
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The Calm
Chapter 10: Sympathetic
*And my words will be here when I’m gone
As I’m fading away against the wind
And the words you left me linger on
As I’m failing again now, never to change this *
“Where were you?” A weathered voice asked in the dark.
Marissa turned, she was fourteen, had been living with Mao for two years. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, dressed in ir oir of faded black jeans and a blue t-shirt as she stood there, her sneakers in hand. “Sorry, Mao, they kept me longer than expected.”
A light flickered on, Mao’s pug face looking at the girl with a raised eyebrow. “I see. Spike was asking about you today, about who you used to be.”
Marissa frowned. “Spike’s a nosy pain in the butt.”
Mao laughed, a rough but kind noise. “He can be. Go on to bed. I have something planned for the three of you tomorrow.”
Marissa smiled at her surrogate father and nodded, before rushing into her room.
~*~*~*~
*And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam*
“Where were you?” a dark voice asked as she closed the door behind herself.
“You sound like Mao,” she said in a deadpan voice.
Vicious moved like liquid lightning and pinned her against the wood of the door. “Where?”
Amaya grinned ferally and maneuvered him against the wall. “We gonna dance tonight?”
Vicious froze. “I was worried.”
Amaya laughed coldly. “If you must know, Vicious, dear, I was chained in a basement owned by the Black Wolves. Rodger betrayed me for money. He’s dead now.”
“If he weren’t, he would be by my hand.”
Amaya pressed close to the silver haired man, their faces a breath a part. “I know, but I already ripped him to pieces. I can take care of myself.”
“I can see that.... You’re bleeding.”
Amaya snarled and stormed into the bathroom. “I know,” she hissed as the door closed behind her.
~*~*~*~
*And it seems I’m alone here, hollow again
As I’m flailing again against the wind
And the scars I am left with swallow again
As I’m failing again now, never to change this *
The room rang with the song of bullets hitting their targets. Three teenagers stood in correct stance, in safety equipment, each hitting their target correctly; sma smallest, a girl, in the center hitting with the accuracy of a weathered professional, the tallest, a gangly looking boy with mossy green hair shot with a lazy precision while the silver haired boy hit with a cold, calculated accuracy. Mao watched with pride as his favored students impressed the others.
“Good, very good, Spike, please clean up your stance,” Mao scolded.
The gangly boy shot the pug man a withering look. “It’s easier to do it this way. Anyways, I’m still hitting the target.”
Marissa rolled her eyes and slapped the boy in the back of the head. “Idiot!”
~*~*~*~
*And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam *
The memories came unbidden now, as she stood underneath the nearly scalding water of the shower. She pressed her hands against the cool tile and let the water wash away the grime and blood of the past few days. ‘Still, I’m still a victim.’
~*~*~*~
*And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam *
He was dead, her blood was on her hands as she stood there. Her grey eyes becoming blank as she breathed heavy.
“Very good, Marissa,” a voice congratulated.
Marissa spun to her attendant. Fifteen was too young to be sullied with so much blood. “I’m not Marissa anymore, she was weak,” she whispered.
The attendant took a tentative step back. “Oh, and who are you?”
Marissa smiled proudly. “I’m a dragon, a Crimson Dragon. You can call me Eve.”
~*~*~*~
*The same old feelings are taking over
and I can’t seem to make them go away
And I can’t take all the pressure sober,
but I can’t seem to make it go away *
Amaya could remember the feel of cooling blood first touching her now caked hands. Marissa was too innocent to have blood on her. Marissa was the child. Eve was the teen, Eve was the killer, the whore. Amaya laughed coldly.am aam all those things: the maid, the whore, the mother, the crone.’
~*~*~*~
*The same old feelings are taking over
and I can’t seem to make them go away
And I can’t take all the pressure sober
(I can’t make it go away. I can’t make it go away) *
Eve gazed down at her sleeping companion; his bare skin, smooth under her fingertips. She drug her fingers up his lean chest, over his collarbone and brushing this throat before tracing his relaxed face before delving into his messy, moss colored locks. She watched his morbid curiosity as she brushed her fingers over his Addams apple. ‘I could kill you right now,’ she mused mentally.
“Eve?” his soft, smooth voice called.
Quickly, she caught his brown orbs with her grey ones; a lazy smile on his face as he caressed her smooth, bare shoulder. “Hey,” she greeted softly.
“Hey,” he shot back. “You okay?” he asked.
Eve smiled and nodded. “Yeah, of course, Spike,” she said as she lay her head on his shoulder.
“You sore?”
Eve nodded slowly. “Yeah, but it’s a nice kind of sore.”
“I wish you’d told me before…”
Eve chuckled warmly. “Would you have taken me if I had?” she asked as she lifted her head to his.
“Well…”
Eve rolled her eyes and lightly slapped him on his head. “Idiot.”
~*~*~*~
*And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam*
‘He was my first…’ she murmured mentally. ‘Then it was Vicious. They were mine and I was theirs. Then… Sith.’
~*~*~*~
*And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam *
“meanmean you never?” Eve asked.
Sith stared at her with a raised brow. “I don’t think so.”
Eve laughed as she drank down her shot of tequila and slapped the glass onto thble.ble. “Why not?”
“It’s not worth it.”
Eve laughed. “You’re kidding, right? There’s no better way to unwind, my friend. Just take Spike for the night, he’s quite fun… or do you want Vicious?”
Sith’s cheeks seemed to burn slightly as she looked away.
“Oh, I see. Vicious it is then!” Eve declared.
Sith glared at the grey eyed dragon.
Eve laughed again and slunk next to the straight backed assassin. “Loosen up, girl. I’m just playing with you,” she said softly into her ear.
Sith stiffened. “What are you-“
Eve straddled the shadowy girl’s hips and placed an arm on either side of her head. “We have on-lookers.”
Sith glanced momentarily to see rival syndicate members eyeing them with both lust and suspicion. “And?”
Eve chuckled as she moved her face a breath away from the other assassins’. “Let’s play with them a bit before we kill them. It’s easier if they’re off guard,” she whispered softly before pressing her lips to those of the other woman. Sith froze for a moment before relaxing into the other woman’s embrace and returning the kiss.
Eve sighed as she felt the other girl press back, her hands tightening around the red head’s neck. ‘I could kill you right now, but you could do the same to me, couldn’t you?’
~*~*~*~
*And I’m falling, falling, falling,*
Amaya laughed coldly at her reflection in the steamed up mirror. “What are you now, Amaya?” she asked softly to her reflection. “You aren’t a child, or a whore, or a mother… are you the crone?”
‘Of course, what else could I be?’ she asked herself as she balled up her fist and slamit iit into her cruel looking reflection, shattering the glass into a hail of sharpened silver on the dark floor.
She stared at her fractured reflection and smiled maliciously. “I’m broken.”
*falling, falling, falling, fallinAparApart again at the seam.*
~*~*~*~
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Artist: Seether
Song: Sympathetic
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The Calm
Chapter 10: Sympathetic
*And my words will be here when I’m gone
As I’m fading away against the wind
And the words you left me linger on
As I’m failing again now, never to change this *
“Where were you?” A weathered voice asked in the dark.
Marissa turned, she was fourteen, had been living with Mao for two years. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, dressed in ir oir of faded black jeans and a blue t-shirt as she stood there, her sneakers in hand. “Sorry, Mao, they kept me longer than expected.”
A light flickered on, Mao’s pug face looking at the girl with a raised eyebrow. “I see. Spike was asking about you today, about who you used to be.”
Marissa frowned. “Spike’s a nosy pain in the butt.”
Mao laughed, a rough but kind noise. “He can be. Go on to bed. I have something planned for the three of you tomorrow.”
Marissa smiled at her surrogate father and nodded, before rushing into her room.
~*~*~*~
*And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam*
“Where were you?” a dark voice asked as she closed the door behind herself.
“You sound like Mao,” she said in a deadpan voice.
Vicious moved like liquid lightning and pinned her against the wood of the door. “Where?”
Amaya grinned ferally and maneuvered him against the wall. “We gonna dance tonight?”
Vicious froze. “I was worried.”
Amaya laughed coldly. “If you must know, Vicious, dear, I was chained in a basement owned by the Black Wolves. Rodger betrayed me for money. He’s dead now.”
“If he weren’t, he would be by my hand.”
Amaya pressed close to the silver haired man, their faces a breath a part. “I know, but I already ripped him to pieces. I can take care of myself.”
“I can see that.... You’re bleeding.”
Amaya snarled and stormed into the bathroom. “I know,” she hissed as the door closed behind her.
~*~*~*~
*And it seems I’m alone here, hollow again
As I’m flailing again against the wind
And the scars I am left with swallow again
As I’m failing again now, never to change this *
The room rang with the song of bullets hitting their targets. Three teenagers stood in correct stance, in safety equipment, each hitting their target correctly; sma smallest, a girl, in the center hitting with the accuracy of a weathered professional, the tallest, a gangly looking boy with mossy green hair shot with a lazy precision while the silver haired boy hit with a cold, calculated accuracy. Mao watched with pride as his favored students impressed the others.
“Good, very good, Spike, please clean up your stance,” Mao scolded.
The gangly boy shot the pug man a withering look. “It’s easier to do it this way. Anyways, I’m still hitting the target.”
Marissa rolled her eyes and slapped the boy in the back of the head. “Idiot!”
~*~*~*~
*And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam *
The memories came unbidden now, as she stood underneath the nearly scalding water of the shower. She pressed her hands against the cool tile and let the water wash away the grime and blood of the past few days. ‘Still, I’m still a victim.’
~*~*~*~
*And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam *
He was dead, her blood was on her hands as she stood there. Her grey eyes becoming blank as she breathed heavy.
“Very good, Marissa,” a voice congratulated.
Marissa spun to her attendant. Fifteen was too young to be sullied with so much blood. “I’m not Marissa anymore, she was weak,” she whispered.
The attendant took a tentative step back. “Oh, and who are you?”
Marissa smiled proudly. “I’m a dragon, a Crimson Dragon. You can call me Eve.”
~*~*~*~
*The same old feelings are taking over
and I can’t seem to make them go away
And I can’t take all the pressure sober,
but I can’t seem to make it go away *
Amaya could remember the feel of cooling blood first touching her now caked hands. Marissa was too innocent to have blood on her. Marissa was the child. Eve was the teen, Eve was the killer, the whore. Amaya laughed coldly.am aam all those things: the maid, the whore, the mother, the crone.’
~*~*~*~
*The same old feelings are taking over
and I can’t seem to make them go away
And I can’t take all the pressure sober
(I can’t make it go away. I can’t make it go away) *
Eve gazed down at her sleeping companion; his bare skin, smooth under her fingertips. She drug her fingers up his lean chest, over his collarbone and brushing this throat before tracing his relaxed face before delving into his messy, moss colored locks. She watched his morbid curiosity as she brushed her fingers over his Addams apple. ‘I could kill you right now,’ she mused mentally.
“Eve?” his soft, smooth voice called.
Quickly, she caught his brown orbs with her grey ones; a lazy smile on his face as he caressed her smooth, bare shoulder. “Hey,” she greeted softly.
“Hey,” he shot back. “You okay?” he asked.
Eve smiled and nodded. “Yeah, of course, Spike,” she said as she lay her head on his shoulder.
“You sore?”
Eve nodded slowly. “Yeah, but it’s a nice kind of sore.”
“I wish you’d told me before…”
Eve chuckled warmly. “Would you have taken me if I had?” she asked as she lifted her head to his.
“Well…”
Eve rolled her eyes and lightly slapped him on his head. “Idiot.”
~*~*~*~
*And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam*
‘He was my first…’ she murmured mentally. ‘Then it was Vicious. They were mine and I was theirs. Then… Sith.’
~*~*~*~
*And I’m sympathetic,
never letting on I feel the way I do
As I’m falling apart again at the seam *
“meanmean you never?” Eve asked.
Sith stared at her with a raised brow. “I don’t think so.”
Eve laughed as she drank down her shot of tequila and slapped the glass onto thble.ble. “Why not?”
“It’s not worth it.”
Eve laughed. “You’re kidding, right? There’s no better way to unwind, my friend. Just take Spike for the night, he’s quite fun… or do you want Vicious?”
Sith’s cheeks seemed to burn slightly as she looked away.
“Oh, I see. Vicious it is then!” Eve declared.
Sith glared at the grey eyed dragon.
Eve laughed again and slunk next to the straight backed assassin. “Loosen up, girl. I’m just playing with you,” she said softly into her ear.
Sith stiffened. “What are you-“
Eve straddled the shadowy girl’s hips and placed an arm on either side of her head. “We have on-lookers.”
Sith glanced momentarily to see rival syndicate members eyeing them with both lust and suspicion. “And?”
Eve chuckled as she moved her face a breath away from the other assassins’. “Let’s play with them a bit before we kill them. It’s easier if they’re off guard,” she whispered softly before pressing her lips to those of the other woman. Sith froze for a moment before relaxing into the other woman’s embrace and returning the kiss.
Eve sighed as she felt the other girl press back, her hands tightening around the red head’s neck. ‘I could kill you right now, but you could do the same to me, couldn’t you?’
~*~*~*~
*And I’m falling, falling, falling,*
Amaya laughed coldly at her reflection in the steamed up mirror. “What are you now, Amaya?” she asked softly to her reflection. “You aren’t a child, or a whore, or a mother… are you the crone?”
‘Of course, what else could I be?’ she asked herself as she balled up her fist and slamit iit into her cruel looking reflection, shattering the glass into a hail of sharpened silver on the dark floor.
She stared at her fractured reflection and smiled maliciously. “I’m broken.”
*falling, falling, falling, fallinAparApart again at the seam.*
~*~*~*~