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Chapter List
- 1-Part I: Tiger Claws
- 2-Part II: Tiger Eyes
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Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Cowboy Bebop in any sense, and simply
watch and write about it for my own pleasure and entertainment to hopefully
bring the same to others.

Tiger Eyes

By Crystal Delphina

Completed: October 22, 2006

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He gave a small smirk as he saw the victim of her bitterness sleeping next
to a discarded black marker. Poor dog would be stuck with the hideous black
brows until they got around to washing him later in the week - If they
got around to washing him later in the week. Washing the dog was typically last
on the Bebop crew�s list of priorities, and only rocketed to the top of the
list when the stench became unbearable. And he could say with confidence that
despite it being Faye�s handiwork, it would be the hyperactive red haired girl
that would be forced into cleaning up the mess.
He stepped past the vandalized canine to continue down the stairs of the
den, loud thuds echoing in the room as his boots struck the metal of the stairs
with each step. Ambling to the pale yellow couch that stood in the center of
the room, he leaned over the back of it to peer down at the other occupant of
the room. Sleeping beauty was stretched out on the musky couch, arms dangling
over the armrest that her head was propped up on and feet trying to dig into
the corner where the cushions met in attempts to keep out any chill. An opened
six-pack of black permanent markers happened to be on the coffee table, one
conveniently missing.
I have a story for you.
"You didn't actually love that boring and pathetic bag of flab did
you?" Disregarding the fact that she appeared to be sleeping, his deep
voice filled the room.
Eyes remained shut as she responded simply with, "Why do you
care?"
"I don't. I was just curious to know if you were so pathetic that you
could only hook up with a loser like him,� he answered with a snort.
A story of a young girl who was placed into a deep sleep after a nearly
fatal accident. A sleep that would last for fifty years. A sleep that would
change her forever.
He was slightly surprised when she slowly opened her eyes and peered up at
him through her dark eyelashes. Dark green pools, a darker green than he had
even seen in hazes of passion, stared at him� no they looked past him,
completely ignoring the man in front of her to dwell on the memory of another
man. He was unsure of what he saw in the emerald depths and didn't particularly
feel as if he really wanted to know. It unnerved him to think that he may be
seeing raw emotions in the eyes of the usually jaded and apathetic young woman.
"He was all I had...,� she said slowly, letting the words hang in the
air. Time passed without another word from either of them, gazes locked and
figures frozen in place. When it became apparent that he was unwilling to look
away or leave her be, she pulled herself up and off the couch in one fluid
movement. "He was the only one willing to care."
The young girl awoke fifty years later to find that she was now a young
woman in a much different world. And try as she might, the girl could not
remember the world she had lived in before.
She walked towards the door leading to the main cabins of the ship. A small
hiss accompanied its sliding open as she ducked down to make it through the low
doorway. Before she could fully step through, she mumbled bitter words that
were heard loud and clear by the other individual who still stood half way
across the room.
"He was the only one that has ever seemed to care..."
And he was upon her in a split second. She was unclear as to whether he had
run around the couch and coffee table, or had merely leapt over both, but
either way his speed had been ungodly.
"Don't start throwing yourself a damn pity party. So you ran into your
old boyfriend? So what?" he said harshly, managing to jerk her back into
the den by her elbow and giving her a small shake. Fingers tightly dug into the
soft flesh of her arm, and even after he had successfully halted her escape,
the grip did not loosen.
"I could care less that I saw him you jackass!� she snapped, trying to
break his hold on her by pulling her arm away. The movement proved useless as
his grasp only tightened and he used her own momentum from struggling to pull
her towards him. �What I care about is that one of my few leads is once
again a dead end!"
"What does it matter?"
Her eyes blazed in fury at his casual dismissal of her predicament, and she
gave a small snarl when he shrugged his shoulders.
She was not surrounded by loving friends and family in her home, but
instead awoke in a cold sterile castle where an evil scientist and his assistant
lived. They said the young woman owed them her life.
"Did you even bother to hear that quack of a doctor? He fucking
picked my name because he happened to like a song. Valentine is not even my own
name! I have no clue who I really am! Everything I've ever done since I left
that god-damned facility was working to pay off my debts and to figure out who
I really am!"
Her fists were balled at her sides, ready to punch him if necessary, and she
panted slightly from the exertion and frustration caused by shouting at the
bane of her existence. He, however, stood there calmly observing her. Although
she may have been too irate to notice, he caught site of the lone tear
gathering at the corner of her right eye and threatening to spill down upon her
cheek.
In the castle, she met a prince who said she was a princess � a princess
that he would save.
"And so what," he said coolly. "you figure out what happened.
What your name really is. What then? How does that change anything?"
Her glare only hardened as she spat out: "It changes everything."
�What does it change?� he repeated.
�I�ll know of my family-�
�Who are all most likely dead,� he interrupted smoothly.
�I�ll know where my home was-�
�Amongst the ruins of a destroyed Earth from the Gate explosion.�
�I may find a way to repay my debts-�
�Any money you find will go straight to the ponies. You won�t change.�
And Faye reached her breaking point with his sharp negations.
The gallant prince turned out instead to be a toad that disappeared and
left a curse upon the poor young woman. A curse she would never rid herself of
no matter how hard she tried.
He avoided the punch aimed for the side of his head with ease, along with
the white boot that tried to nail him in the stomach. She continued to blindly
throw punches, unconcerned with her sloppy form but driven by her desire to hit
something.
"You fucking jackass!! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND
ANYTHING!" she cried out, her vision beginning to rapidly blur due to
tears. It wasn�t until she tasted the salt upon her lips that she really
grasped the fact that she was crying. She continued to attack her comrade
regardless.
When her fist flung out again for what might have been his shoulder she
found herself caught by him again. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist and
back pinning her to him, as the other held the still clenched fist, almost as
if they were about to dance.
"You can't change," he said calmly into her ear.
"LET ME GO!!" She struggled but he merely increased his grip
around her.
"You shouldn't change who you are."
"STOP TELLING ME THIS! I NEED TO KNOW!" Her eyes were closed in
attempt to keep any further tears at bay. She didn't want to cry. Not here. Not
now. Not with him.
"We don't-" he paused, unsure of what he wanted to disclose to the
resistant woman in his arms."...I don't want you to change. So stop it.
You're acting like a child."
And all movement ceased.
When her form went limp against his own, he let the trapped hand go, and
instead shifted his free hand to the middle of her back to hold her against
him.
The princess managed to escape the cold white castle eventually. However,
she found herself alone again...
Slowly...her hands came up to tentatively rest upon his shoulder blades as
her head dropped to his chest. She could feel the soft cloth of his shirt
against her cheek; smell sweat, musk, and his cologne mixed together in his own
unique scent; she could hear his dull heart beat, muffled by the layers of
muscles, skin and his shirt. She almost could allow herself a momentary feeling
of safety and comfort in the arms of her � for lack of a better word - rival.
Although she made no sound, he felt what he assumed to be tears begin to
accumulate upon his shirt and seek to reach his skin.
"You don't need to know what happened. It isn't necessary. And you're
fine as the person you are now."
The princess could not allow herself to trust anyone else from that point
forward. The princess did not need a prince, just a way to remove the curse. So
she joined forces with a traveling band of knights who were after their own
treasures and goals. She fit right in.
He gradually let his hold on her diminish, until she finally decided to pull
away from him, trying to ignore the fact that her face and eyes were most
likely red and that his shirt had a rather large wet spot on the front of it
now. Refusing to meet his eyes, she simply stared down at the metal floor of
the ship. Unwilling to stand for that, he reached out and took hold of her
chin, tipping it up to meet his gaze.
"Since you seem so damned concerned about this, I'll help." He
smirked at her, but she showed no facial expression of gratitude nor detest. He
frowned slightly at the neutrality, but continued anyways. "But, I still
don't think you should care so deeply about your past."
His eyes flickered a dark brown in consideration of the situation. Finally,
he leaned down and brushed his lips against her temple softly, and then down
across her cheek, until he gave her a very soft and gentle kiss to her lips. It
was tender affection he had never displayed for her, and made her breath hitch
ever so slightly in surprise. He pulled away and dropped his hand from her
chin, instead deciding to shove it in his pants pocket as he began walking
towards the door, headed for the ship�s interior.
The princess and one knight in particular developed a peculiar
relationship. They annoyed each other but ultimately, relied on each other in
tight situations.
"Oh, and don't ever cry over a guy. They're not worth your tears.
Especially not that loser," he laughed softly, deciding it was best to
leave her to her own devices.
But the princess had vowed to never trust anyone again.
"Not even you?"
And the knight was not interested in a companion. He still had a dragon
to defeat.
He turned to look towards the purple haired vixen, a feeling of mild
surprise causing his eyebrows to rise slightly. Her tears had dried, and her
eyes sparkled as she stood before him with her hand on her hip, and a coy smile
in place. The old Faye had resumed confidant control again, and that mysterious
raw emotion he feared earlier, was completely gone � or suppressed. He
contemplated her question.
�Especially not me.�
She made a clicking noise with her tongue and then sauntered right past him
giving a small laugh.
�Good, because I wouldn�t waste my time or my tears on you anyway lunkhead.�
This caused him to grab his chest and double over in mock despair and pain.
�I�m hurt Faye. You cry over that fucking Witney guy, but you wouldn�t even
shed a tear for me?� He promptly straightened himself. �Perfect, because I
wouldn�t want your lousy tears anyway you cheat,� he teased with a rather smug
grin.
But sometimes I wonder�
And as she walked through the doorway, in what seemed to be a moment of d�j�
vu, �Just don�t do anything stupid enough that would give me a reason to cry
Spike.�
If I should kill the dragon first�
And the door finally slid shut with a deafening hiss in the silent room.
Or try and release the princess from the curse.
But this time, he had made no attempt to stop her.
But no�that�s her story to complete. And I have my own story to finish. I
don�t have time to wake sleeping beauty.

Always Part II: Tiger Eyes is based upon Episode 15 of
Cowboy Bebop: My Funny Valentine.
Two parts remain for the cowboy.
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