Hello Fellow Readers!

Remember this old fanfiction?

Well I guess I'm back for the time being.

The reason I'm starting this story over is because I'm preparing to step up my game further. I cleaned up most on my DA account to draw a new set of work (the gmd profiles are still there for the time being).

I have deleted my other stories, to rewrite in the future or replace.

So prepare to see a lot of changes in this one.

Overall, I hope you enjoy!

P.s. I own my ocs only. Disney and Eve Titus own the GMD movie and it's characters.

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July 17th, 1923

9:00 a.m. sharp

A repugnant smell swifted through the charcoal sky, as he took a whiff and scowled. As of everything in the world, today felt unweary and mucky. Most days, the skies were blue, with a slight breeze blowing down the streets. But down in the harbors of london, he was below the feets of london citizens, out of sight as he watches the group of fishermen carrying the net full of fish. He always hated that stench,he would never dare to walk through there. Too much fish were to be brought to and sold from meat markets. But who was he to judge? He was a lizard, among the millions of rodents. He didn't like fish, he tasted it once years back and puked.

Bill felt like the only reptile in the whole, wide world. Alas, he didn't care for anything anymore. Why should he? Why should he even bother with anyone? He faced too much complications in his life to be gayful and celebrate in remembrance of it all. No friends of him were even in England or alive to be by him anymore. There was no mother, nor father he had in the first place. All he had was his beloved sister, who died in the hands of a ruthful monster two years prior. From then on out, he had no one to talk to. Bill wished he could say "I'm fine", and brush his problems off his shoulders. All he could do though, is regret and stray from other outcast of upper Mousedom social classes. The one thing that made him at ease was a small, fine cigarette in his claws and lighting it up to the height of the streets. Who bothered about the weather? Nor him and no one else. The same set of clothes he wore for years didn't make him hot in summers, nor cold in winters.

Strolling down through the dock and to the street, he swinged the match to the waters and inhaled the sweet taste of tobacco. Exhaling, he felt relaxed, brushing the frisky facial hairs around his cheeks and lips. Everything felt as bland and unbalanced as he became the last official member of Ratigan's notorious gang, to stick around since a year ago. Who did he hear this from? The broke vagrant, low-key criminals of the underworld that still existed. There lasted a five percent of them since their master died a year ago, to the hands of the law.

It surprises me that they're still here..

Bill chuckled to himself as he walked along.

But, they didn't know the real Master.

The boss Bill knew was far more intelligent, twice as scary, and can bend anyone in a knot if they failed to complete his tasks. No, he wouldn't agree on lending a second chance to them. He expected perfection and everything to be done in his way. If not so, you would hear him ring his small, golden bell, signaling his cat, Felicia for a little snack.

But she was far gone too.

After the Professor's imprisonment, she was found and taken in by a wealthy family of humans. Her mischievous ways charmed the mother of the household to take her in, but the father was concerned about the cats weight and tried to reason with her. In which it failed, Felicia stayed with the family until she couldn't walk or see.

At least she lived a happy life near the end.

Pulling his pocket watch out of his pockets, Bill checked the time and looked around for a quick moment. He hasn't ate breakfast yet, and his stomach is growling to the point where mice a far distant away could hear him. But does he have enough cash until his next payday? Bill pulls out his wallet and counts. The factory he worked at payed him a decent amount enough, which pleased him to have a small, scrawny home at least. Counting the pounds, he pulls out some cash and looks up again.

Barney's store sells some good food for a change.

Even if it's a simple cheese shop.

Bill looked around the street and walked across.

…

Ding! Ding!

The small jingle bells attached to his store rang as Barney, the sole owner, looked up and smiled at a familiar face. Barney was a English-Italian mid-gray rat, with black hair and a mustache. In his shop clothes, he hated his pants rubbing against his left wooden peg leg, in which he lost in Mousedom's WWI a couple years back. He was a loyal soldier to his majesty, and raised among the ranks to almost take charge. But a cursed bomb so took it away from him, preventing him to be promoted. From that day forth, Barney had to look for help from his ill-tempered wife and his lazy son, Marcus.

"È vero?! Bill where have you been among us?!"

The shop's interior inside was crafted and structured out of wood carvings. Teal paint sealed the hideous, splintered wood. Not as colorful, but dure and lightly statured, the decorations of signs and photographs matched it well. A framed photo of Barney stood above the back door to the kitchen. Shelves of various cheeses were stocked well, and sorted alphabetically. Barney was a picky and a typical retail seller, and never sold cheeses to those who never please his fine foods. Besides cheese, Barney sold the best bread in the neighborhood, right in his display cases, near the register. Thimbles and thread spools were repainted and used as tables and chairs for customers. Of course, Barney expected happy customers to sit and relax, chat with one another for countless minutes. He didn't mind if one sat from opening till closing time.

Tommy looked up, uneased as he looked at the reptile. As his trusted employee, Tommy was the only one in the place that never got yelled at. He knew the owner for too long, since they were younglings. The black, silky fur he had shined from the lamp. He was a simple house mouse with combed back curls and a beard. Robin, his son, and Marcus stood in the doorway and giggled, running again to the back as Barney glared back. Tommy brushed off his apron and clothes, preparing to make a morning meal for Barney's favorite customer.

"Ah...you know...wandering around on my day off!"

"As I see myself!...Your stomach is crying again! Want the usual?"

"Bread and swiss always hits the ol' spot!"

Counting the change from Bill and opening the register, Tommy begins as Bill sighs.

"It always feels nice comin' here and seeing you bloaks again!"

"Of course!...things around here have been too quiet lately!"

Bill nods, as Tommy hands him his food.

"Here you are!"

"Have you talked to Floyd in a while?"

"Not recently...he's been busy helping a sick client."

"The bloody bloak needs a gal by him."

"Ah I told him." Barney nodded "...He said that he's not comfortable around women yet and swore to never fall for one-!"

"-As they all say-"

"But I did hear that Randolph is meeting another dame from the office."

"Doesn't he always meet dames here and there?"

Barney shakes his head sadly, slowly and sighs.

"...Not since...his-"

"(Gasp)..Right...his love and kid were-"

"He hasn't date numerous does since he married his former wife! Ever since they passed-...h-he hasn't…he hasn't gave himself in to other women. He swore it off and on that he wouldn't marry again...tried talking to the ratto once…But you know...the Grim Reaper will alway drag him out of dark times...better than I-"

Barney took a silent moment and smiled.

"Bloody Rat!..." Barney chuckles "Haven't seen him in a while…"

Bill stayed silent.

"...When's the last time you seen the lass?"

"..Huh? M-me?" Bill began eating, as he sat in the closest chair.

"...yeah!..Me and several others had a guys night out one night-"

"That bloody bloak didn't his fathers footsteps...but...it has been SOME years since we talked-"

"You're still angry at him?"

"His fathers in prison and he didn't take a single dime to bust him out."

"..Huh...thought he would be executed by now…"

"Wonder what's the hold up…." Bill sadly muttered

"...I mean...you have to forgive and forget signore! It has been years!...It's his choice! His job and pride!"

Bill shrugged.

"Who's in jail papa?" Marcus asked

"Wha- Oh...no one you know of really."

Robin sat at the table and tilted his head.

"You two lasses should be overhearing us...why weren't you two upstairs?"

"We're bored and don't want to chores…"

Barney frowned.

stupidi ... ragazzi stupidi!

"Well...I'm going to give you some now or go upstairs and play!" Tommy declares

"Why?"

"BECAUSE.." Barney glares furiously, holding a knife in one paw, as his other pointed to the back door."

"Alright! Alright!" Marcus muttered "Giocherò per una volta!"

Kids weren't Bill's favorite, but seeing their emotions and one's self learning were amusing to him. Rubbing the edge of his bread, he took a moment to look outside. Drops of rain were finally hitting on the windshield for a change. The lights were dimmer outside, strong winds outside couldn't reach him at all. He was pleased at this moment.

"(sigh)...Speaking of which…."Bill heard Barney began

"I heard Jason's birthday is today! Olivia and Adara called and told me that they were stopping by to get a few squares of cheese for tonight!" Tommy claimed

"Jason's birthday is today?! I almost forgot! How old is he turning?"

"Can't believe you don't remember! He's turning Thirty-Seven today!"

Bill smiled.

He remembered him...all those years back.

"She's bringing her eight-month old with her...haven't seen her since a few months ago!"

"Aye! She and Jason had a fourth kid!" Barney laughed

Of course!...I remember him…

Bill shuts his eyes for a moment, listening to the thunder outside.

I remember then...I remember that moment…

I remember how it all began….

Twenty-six years ago...