Authoress: Michelle C.
Date: August 1, 2003
Series: Cowboy Bebop
Disclaimers: Read my other bloody fics!
*****Important*****Note*****: Yes. Faye is purposely made OOC, just in case
you were wondering. You'll see why. And the parentheses are not notes
unless I say otherwise or it's a bracket instead of parentheses.
A Place Where I Belong
The past two months-maybe it was only two weeks?-were more like a
dream to me than a reality. Wait, it might have been two years. But what
does it matter. I don't know anymore.
The only thing I do know is that I woke up two (let's just say)
months ago in a soft bed in a tiny room. (It's not what you think-
honestly!) When I awoke, I found that I didn't remember anything. It was so
strange. I didn't know a thing.
That was strange enough by itself, but when a man walked into the
room and I tried to sit up, my head completely spun. He rushed over to me
and helped me lay back down. With a worried face, he said to me, "Faye, are
you all right?"
"Faye?" I managed to say that with my eyes closed. "Is that what my
name is?" I smiled. "It's nice. I. I li.like." I said before I fell asleep
When I opened my eyes again, the stranger was gone. It was like he
took my headache with him, though, so for the moment, I just relished my
not-ringing or heavy head.
The first time I woke, it seemed around dusk, or maybe early dawn,
but this time, I awoke because of the sunlight streaming it. It touched the
deep green comforter that was on top of me as well as the large, white
shirt I was dressed in. Do you ever notice how the sunlight seems to always
be dirty with small particles of powdery fuzz? Well, I saw the fuzz and the
sunbeams danced with it. The dust twirled within the light, seemingly
enjoying the floating sensation. I watched the duet, fascinated.
Slowly, I sat up and found my headache not just toned down, it was
completely gone, save a slight echoing, empty feeling up there. That's when
Mr. Stranger walked back in.
"Faye, you're awake again." It was a statement, not a question, but I
nodded anyways. "How are you feeling?" His eyes bore into my own.
'How odd,' I thought. 'His. his eyes are. No, it can't be. It's just
the light. How can one eye be darker than the other? That's not possible.'
I had just managed to convince myself of that when he came closer to me,
proving that, indeed, his eyes were two different shades of amber.
He looked at me kind of oddly so I quickly answered his question.
"I'm. I'm all right, though I'd be lying if I said I'm totally feeling
well. I'm a bit. stiff," I answered truthfully. I smiled up at him. He was
For a man like him, his hair was quite strange, but oddly enough, I
wanted to touch just a lock of it all the same. A blush the color of a pink
tinted sakura blossom touched my cheeks because of that strange thought and
I looked at my hands in my lap.
Taking my blush as a sign of a fever or something, he put his
slender, pale hand on my forehead, causing me to blush further. "I believe
you have a slight fever, Faye," he said in a low tone. "So you feel a bit
stiff?" he asked me.
He smiled at me and I blushed again. "Well, that's no surprise,
Faye." I loved the way he said my name. It was like I was a princess in a
fairytale and he was prince or I was Juliet and he was my Romeo, calling
out, "Juliet, Juliet, wherefore art thou Juliet."
"You've been asleep for a week and a half. Then you woke up," he said
and paused as he saw that I remembered that. "Then you woke up and slept
another 3 days." He looked me straight in the eyes again as he said, "What
do you remember?"
I was so mesmerized by his eyes and voice that I didn't see how that
question could have been strange. We were just talking about how I felt and
then all of a sudden, he asked me what I remembered. Well, I told him,
"Nothing. Not really. I know the things here," and I gestured at the room,
"but I don't remember anything else."
"Do you remember what happened to you? Do you remember know anyone I
can. contact?" He had said that so smoothly except for the second sentence,
but I soon forgot how he stumbled around the words as if he were making it
up as he went because he shot me another of his beautiful smiles.
I also forgot about the urgency in his voice or the strange feeling I
received when he asked about he people I knew. I did know some people. but
were they real, or from the dreams that I had during the last two weeks
sleeping? 'That must be it,' I thought, satisfied that I wasn't imagining I
knew people I really didn't except in my dreams. 'I probably just remember
people from my dreams. My dream companions. It just had to be it. I mean,
honestly, what kind of redheaded 13-year-old girl wears her hair in an afro
and bounces around like a maniac? And what kind of bald guy talked to his
bonsai trees? It was insane! And the strangest, yet most intriguing of my
"dream companions" is a guy named. Oh, what was his name? He had the
strangest hair. Green. In an afro. and he was Caucasian. I think he said he
was from Mars and was in love with an angel-devil.' I shook my head. "No,"
I said slowly, averting my eyes from his carefully. "I don't remember
anyone or anything about myself. I don't remember anything except for.
well, things. I know this is this is a telephone and there's a TV," I said
and pointed to each thing in turn.
The man laughed. "I believe you when you say you don't believe
anything because this," he said and went over to the telephone and picked
it up, "is a thermometer." The thing extended and popped into my mouth. It
made a beep and then came out of my mouth. "Well, we know your
temperature's normal now," he said and chuckled. "And this," he said as the
television started beeping too, "is a laundry machine." What I took for the
screen of the TV popped forward and a small bundle of clothes burst out of
I stared in shock at everything. "But. but." I stuttered.
Then the man asked me a strange question. "What year is it, Faye?"
I answered his question with another question, "What kind of question
"Just answer the question, Faye," he said roughly. Then, just as
sudden as his attitude changed, it bounced back. "Please?" He smiled again.
"Nineteen-ninety-one," I said, confused.
I heard him say something like, "It worked," under his breath so I
asked what it was he said.
He grinned at me and said, "Nothing. It's not important. All you need
to do is focus on getting better now." He said it so sweetly I just had to
smile. "Now get some rest. After 2 weeks of not moving, you'll be feeling
tired after this."
I nodded, though I was by no means tired and he walked out the door.
"Wait," I called after him. He paused by the doorway and looked back in.
"What's your name?"
He said in his low voice, "Just call my Gren."
Haha. I so evil! Cliffy *grinz* I can't believe that I posted this already,
though! I just posted the other chapter about. 10 hours ago O.o; That's
bizarre, even for me. Especially for me Lolz. Well, I hope I don't get any
complaints. I updated 2 chaps in 2 days. I can post one more chapter
tomorrow (maybe) but that'll be all my ideas at the moment. (No, I didn't
wrote 2 whole chaps in 2 days. I had ideas for them already. An outline, if
you will. ) And I'm babbling. Alright. I'll shut it now Lolz. It's about
3am and I am TIRED! So ja ne, all! ^ ^