The Calm
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Category:
+. to F › Cowboy Bebop
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
49
Views:
2,480
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.
Luck of the Devil
Disclaimer: Nope... not the owner of Bebop or Sith.... sigh.
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Song: Broken
Artist: Seether
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The Calm
Chapter 14: The Luck of the Devil
*I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away*
She couldn’t breathe, it hurt too much to breathe. She stared at her fractured reflection in the mirror and felt tears burn in her eyes. She could hear Aurora chatting happily to Vicious and Sith.
‘You’re not here, Marissa,’ a dark voice called in her head.
“I’m not Marissa,” she whispered. IT was still hurting to breathe.
‘You don’t belong out there, in the light,’ the dark voice said again.
She felt her chest tighten and she looked down to see blood coming from her side.
“Fuck!” she gasped as her vision blurred and she fell to the floor.
‘You’ll never belong out there,’ the voice said as she heard a high scream and faded completely into darkness. Her last thoughts a single name, ‘Aurora…’
*I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain*
~*~*~*~
*‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome*
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away*
“What the hell are you doing with that, bitch!” her father’s anger was clear.
Marissa looked up to the huge man and dropped the pistol, her legs boneless beneath her as blood seeped from a wound in her right thigh.
“Serves you right, you little gnat!” he snapped as he slapped her across the face.
He smelled of whiskey, he was drunk, his pain was being given to her through his fist. “I’m sorry Daddy,” she whispered meekly.
“Why? Why did you have to look like her? Why couldn’t you have been an ugly child?” he asked before his anger returned with renewed fervor. “I know how to fix that.”
Marissa watched with a curiosity as he pulled out a knife and opened it. The silver blade glinting in the light. “What are you doing Daddy?” she asked.
“Fixing it,” he grunted as he slashed her over the left eye with practiced precision. It wasn’t enough to take her eye, but enough to scar.
Marissa didn’t scream, didn’t cry, she only held onto her hurting eye as she watched him, she could feel her own blood on her hands as he walked away, grumbling about how useless she was and how he’d ‘fixed it.’ It was that day that she started to hate her father.
~*~*~*~
*You\'ve gone away, you don\'t feel me anymore*
She slowly awoke to someone caressing her scar, Vicious watched with a sympathetic curiosity as he touched her gently. “Did I wake you?” he asked.
Eve shook her head slowly, she could feel Spike curled up behind her, his leg over hers. He clung to her like a pup to its mother. “I was awake anyways.”
“Where’d you get that?” he asked softly.
Eve pulled the cold man to her chest and felt him relax into her arms as he too wrapped his nude form around her. “From the only person I ever hated, he’s dead now.”
Vicious nodded against her breasts and sighed as he drifted off to sleep. Eve smiled as she pet his silky, silver hair. ‘He only sleeps with us, when we’re laying her, entangled.’
~*~*~*~
*The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away*
The burnburned, her throat burned, she could hear murmered voices ar her her, like buzzing flies.
“What the hell happened to her?” Vicious.
“She had several broken ribs, a injury a lot older and seemed to be stitched up by a drunken child,” an unknown voice said.
“It doesn’t hurt so bad if I’m drunk,” she murmured in her sleep.
She could hear Vicious snort a laugh. “You got your answer. How is she going to be?”
“She’s got the luck of the devil, had she not blown the crappy stitches, she would probably be dead. Now, she’ll just be sore for a few days,” the other voice said, sounded like a doctor.
“Thanks, we’ll take care of her,” Vicious dismissed.
“No problem, sir.” Footsteps walked away from her room.
“You’re lucky Aurora found you and screamed. She was pretty scared she almost lost her mother.”
Amaya stiffened as she opened her eyes. “What?”
“She went rifling through your room, Amaya. She found out a few days ago.”
Amaya groaned. “Wonderful! All I need is lemon juice for you to pour in my wound so I can feel complete.”
*There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain*
~*~*~*~
*‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough*
“Are you okay, Mommy?” a small voice broke her from her stare down with the window.
Amaya looked down at the child in her lap and smiled. “I’m fine, sweetie.”
“No, you looked sad. What were you thinking about?” Aurora demanded, a defiant look in her eyes.
‘She gets that from Vicious… so damned nosy.’ “I was thinking of my mother. You would have liked her. She was very nice.”
“You sound like James when he talks about you,” Aurora giggled.
Amaya blushed. “J-James talks about me?”
Aurora nodded furiously. “But it’s a secret; don’t tell him I told you. James is afraid to tell you that he’s in love with you,” Aurora whispered, even though they were in the same room, her little fingers over her mouth in a shushing motion.
Amaya nodded and smiled. “I promise. Just as long as you don’t tell him that I… I love him too.”
Aurora smiled brightly. “Is he gonna marry you?” she asked.
Amaya sputtered as another furious blush came upon her cheeks.
“Aurora! Where are you?” Sith’s voice rang through the hall.
Aurora smiled and made a zipping motion with her fingers over her mouth before moving to hide under Amaya’s bed. Sith came in and looked around the room. “Have you seen that errant girl?” Amaya made a down motion with her fingers and a small giggle came from under her bed.
Sith’s eyes took on a new light as she made a innocent face, a face that Amaya had never seen on Sith before. ‘Leave it to a child to bring out the playful side in Sith.’
“Oh where oh where could Aurora be?” Sithed aed as she moved over to the bed.
Another muffled giggle danced through the air.
“I can’t seem to find her anywhere. But wait, I didn’t try here!” she teased as she dove her hands under the side of the bed and pulled out a wriggling, giggling girl. “Bath time, little one. Leave Amaya alone!”
Aurora giggled non-stop and smiled as Sith carried her out of the door, making that zipping motion with her fingers over her mouth to Amaya as she grinned at the dark haired asin.sin.
“Oh dear, I believe I created a monster,” Amaya sighed as she fell back onto her pillows.
* ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away*
~*~*~*~
*‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away*
Amaya sighed as she stood on the roof of Vicious’ apartment building. She watched as the bright colors of the sunset died and the darkness of the oncoming dark enveloped the world. She felt cold, alone, like she was the only in the world.
She stiffened slightly as warm arms wrapped around her from behind. She Then relaxed as the scent of smoke and dusty old books invaded her nostrils. “James,” she sighed.
“Hey, luv. Sith told me about what happened. Bizarre woman, she is. She gets all shy around me,” he said.
“Where were you?” Amaya asked, trying to change the subject from her eventual conversation with him about Sith being his sister.
“Ganymede. Old friend found a copy of a book I was looking for.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah, a good copy too. Pre-gate.”
Amaya smiled and snuggled into his embrace. “That so?”
*‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone*
“When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold violet past its prime,
And sable curls sil silver’d o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white aristristly beard;
Then of thy beauty do I question make
That thou amongst the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defense
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.”
Amaya turned around to face her blue eyed poet, a smile on her face. “That was very beautiful,” she said.
“Knew you would.” He then softly brushed her falling tears and smiled softly to her. “Your tears have fallen too many and too frequent, luv,” he whispered.
Amaya choked a laugh and threw herself into his embrace as she kissed him. James took a few stumbling steps back before returning the kiss back with equal passion. ‘Love you, Amaya. Love you so badly the heavens ’ he’ he sighed mentally.
* You\'ve gone away, you don\'t feel me anymore*
~*~*~*~
Levii: I dunno, I like it. FLuff can be useful. It also brings us closer to characters. I love this song, btw. I keep hearing the one with Amy Lee whenever I read this one. It works... eh, that\'s just me. Review and tell me your thoughts.
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Song: Broken
Artist: Seether
****
The Calm
Chapter 14: The Luck of the Devil
*I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away*
She couldn’t breathe, it hurt too much to breathe. She stared at her fractured reflection in the mirror and felt tears burn in her eyes. She could hear Aurora chatting happily to Vicious and Sith.
‘You’re not here, Marissa,’ a dark voice called in her head.
“I’m not Marissa,” she whispered. IT was still hurting to breathe.
‘You don’t belong out there, in the light,’ the dark voice said again.
She felt her chest tighten and she looked down to see blood coming from her side.
“Fuck!” she gasped as her vision blurred and she fell to the floor.
‘You’ll never belong out there,’ the voice said as she heard a high scream and faded completely into darkness. Her last thoughts a single name, ‘Aurora…’
*I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain*
~*~*~*~
*‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome*
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away*
“What the hell are you doing with that, bitch!” her father’s anger was clear.
Marissa looked up to the huge man and dropped the pistol, her legs boneless beneath her as blood seeped from a wound in her right thigh.
“Serves you right, you little gnat!” he snapped as he slapped her across the face.
He smelled of whiskey, he was drunk, his pain was being given to her through his fist. “I’m sorry Daddy,” she whispered meekly.
“Why? Why did you have to look like her? Why couldn’t you have been an ugly child?” he asked before his anger returned with renewed fervor. “I know how to fix that.”
Marissa watched with a curiosity as he pulled out a knife and opened it. The silver blade glinting in the light. “What are you doing Daddy?” she asked.
“Fixing it,” he grunted as he slashed her over the left eye with practiced precision. It wasn’t enough to take her eye, but enough to scar.
Marissa didn’t scream, didn’t cry, she only held onto her hurting eye as she watched him, she could feel her own blood on her hands as he walked away, grumbling about how useless she was and how he’d ‘fixed it.’ It was that day that she started to hate her father.
~*~*~*~
*You\'ve gone away, you don\'t feel me anymore*
She slowly awoke to someone caressing her scar, Vicious watched with a sympathetic curiosity as he touched her gently. “Did I wake you?” he asked.
Eve shook her head slowly, she could feel Spike curled up behind her, his leg over hers. He clung to her like a pup to its mother. “I was awake anyways.”
“Where’d you get that?” he asked softly.
Eve pulled the cold man to her chest and felt him relax into her arms as he too wrapped his nude form around her. “From the only person I ever hated, he’s dead now.”
Vicious nodded against her breasts and sighed as he drifted off to sleep. Eve smiled as she pet his silky, silver hair. ‘He only sleeps with us, when we’re laying her, entangled.’
~*~*~*~
*The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away*
The burnburned, her throat burned, she could hear murmered voices ar her her, like buzzing flies.
“What the hell happened to her?” Vicious.
“She had several broken ribs, a injury a lot older and seemed to be stitched up by a drunken child,” an unknown voice said.
“It doesn’t hurt so bad if I’m drunk,” she murmured in her sleep.
She could hear Vicious snort a laugh. “You got your answer. How is she going to be?”
“She’s got the luck of the devil, had she not blown the crappy stitches, she would probably be dead. Now, she’ll just be sore for a few days,” the other voice said, sounded like a doctor.
“Thanks, we’ll take care of her,” Vicious dismissed.
“No problem, sir.” Footsteps walked away from her room.
“You’re lucky Aurora found you and screamed. She was pretty scared she almost lost her mother.”
Amaya stiffened as she opened her eyes. “What?”
“She went rifling through your room, Amaya. She found out a few days ago.”
Amaya groaned. “Wonderful! All I need is lemon juice for you to pour in my wound so I can feel complete.”
*There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain*
~*~*~*~
*‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough*
“Are you okay, Mommy?” a small voice broke her from her stare down with the window.
Amaya looked down at the child in her lap and smiled. “I’m fine, sweetie.”
“No, you looked sad. What were you thinking about?” Aurora demanded, a defiant look in her eyes.
‘She gets that from Vicious… so damned nosy.’ “I was thinking of my mother. You would have liked her. She was very nice.”
“You sound like James when he talks about you,” Aurora giggled.
Amaya blushed. “J-James talks about me?”
Aurora nodded furiously. “But it’s a secret; don’t tell him I told you. James is afraid to tell you that he’s in love with you,” Aurora whispered, even though they were in the same room, her little fingers over her mouth in a shushing motion.
Amaya nodded and smiled. “I promise. Just as long as you don’t tell him that I… I love him too.”
Aurora smiled brightly. “Is he gonna marry you?” she asked.
Amaya sputtered as another furious blush came upon her cheeks.
“Aurora! Where are you?” Sith’s voice rang through the hall.
Aurora smiled and made a zipping motion with her fingers over her mouth before moving to hide under Amaya’s bed. Sith came in and looked around the room. “Have you seen that errant girl?” Amaya made a down motion with her fingers and a small giggle came from under her bed.
Sith’s eyes took on a new light as she made a innocent face, a face that Amaya had never seen on Sith before. ‘Leave it to a child to bring out the playful side in Sith.’
“Oh where oh where could Aurora be?” Sithed aed as she moved over to the bed.
Another muffled giggle danced through the air.
“I can’t seem to find her anywhere. But wait, I didn’t try here!” she teased as she dove her hands under the side of the bed and pulled out a wriggling, giggling girl. “Bath time, little one. Leave Amaya alone!”
Aurora giggled non-stop and smiled as Sith carried her out of the door, making that zipping motion with her fingers over her mouth to Amaya as she grinned at the dark haired asin.sin.
“Oh dear, I believe I created a monster,” Amaya sighed as she fell back onto her pillows.
* ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away*
~*~*~*~
*‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away*
Amaya sighed as she stood on the roof of Vicious’ apartment building. She watched as the bright colors of the sunset died and the darkness of the oncoming dark enveloped the world. She felt cold, alone, like she was the only in the world.
She stiffened slightly as warm arms wrapped around her from behind. She Then relaxed as the scent of smoke and dusty old books invaded her nostrils. “James,” she sighed.
“Hey, luv. Sith told me about what happened. Bizarre woman, she is. She gets all shy around me,” he said.
“Where were you?” Amaya asked, trying to change the subject from her eventual conversation with him about Sith being his sister.
“Ganymede. Old friend found a copy of a book I was looking for.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah, a good copy too. Pre-gate.”
Amaya smiled and snuggled into his embrace. “That so?”
*‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone*
“When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold violet past its prime,
And sable curls sil silver’d o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white aristristly beard;
Then of thy beauty do I question make
That thou amongst the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defense
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.”
Amaya turned around to face her blue eyed poet, a smile on her face. “That was very beautiful,” she said.
“Knew you would.” He then softly brushed her falling tears and smiled softly to her. “Your tears have fallen too many and too frequent, luv,” he whispered.
Amaya choked a laugh and threw herself into his embrace as she kissed him. James took a few stumbling steps back before returning the kiss back with equal passion. ‘Love you, Amaya. Love you so badly the heavens ’ he’ he sighed mentally.
* You\'ve gone away, you don\'t feel me anymore*
~*~*~*~
Levii: I dunno, I like it. FLuff can be useful. It also brings us closer to characters. I love this song, btw. I keep hearing the one with Amy Lee whenever I read this one. It works... eh, that\'s just me. Review and tell me your thoughts.