Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Sleepless in Space

   100 years ago, space travel was a thing of the future, an idea that mankind could only dream of. Now in the year 2070, space travel is just the commute to work. Things have changed since then, with spaceships becoming as common as cars, and flying to other planets as driving to different states. But one thing that hasn't changed was the level of crime. Matter of fact, it increased. A lot.

With new weapons and drugs popping up on nearly every planet, bounty hunters multiplied. It could be a good paying job, traveling into space, meeting different people, exposure to different cultures, and gaining experience. But to every job, there are cons. With this job, literally. Some periods of time, some bounty hunters can go a while before they catch someone. And with so many bounty hunters in space, its understandable to not wanting to share.

You laid in your ship, just awoken from a sleepless night. Whatever rest you got didn't do much, and you so desperately wanted to drift in a blissful slumber. Some years ago, you decided to leave what was left of...home, and actually do something with your life. Growing up around crime, hell, even committing some crimes, was getting tiring and it made you feel horrible. So you decided to change that. You definitely made more money, but it had its moments.

You groaned in frustration. I need to do something, you thought. Maybe if I do something, I'll feel sleepy and finally my ass can get some shut eye. You got out of your bed and headed to the mainframe of the ship. You turned on your monitor and swiped through the vast list of criminals that popped up on your feed. You just took care of one two weeks ago, but money runs out fast nowadays. Fuel and toll fees took the majority of it, with a little left over for the other necessities. Like deodorant. It was a string of petty crimes, shoplifting and burglary. Quick cash, but not too bad.

Your eyes felt a little droopy. Oh, finally. You yawned, relieved that you felt tired enough to sleep again. You got up, ready to shut off the monitor when all of a sudden, it pinged. You looked back on the screen and saw a new name was added to the list.

You opened the profile. The picture showed a slender woman with a purple bob, shades on and leaning against a wall. The name read "Faye Valentine". Lemme guess, you thought, shoplifting? No, prostitution. No doubt, she was beautiful. But that couldn't fool you one bit. You read the description.

Age: 77 years old.

Typo or she just looks really good for her age. The wonders of plastic surgery and modern technology. You scoffed. You read on, still in disbelief that this girl is 77 years old and still kicking it.

Wanted for: Grand Theft [300,000,000 woolong]

Your eyes widen in shock. How? Who let this little old lady get away with that amount of money? You laughed to yourself. But the laughter stopped when you looked at the bounty head.

Bounty: [6,000,000 woolong]

You suddenly weren't tired anymore.