Hiya folks! It's 4:30 in the morn! And I am high on sugar! I was feeling in
the mood so I wrote this! WHOOPLAH! I love some yoai couples, and It's
adorable! I love you all! Good night, and Goodbye!
On the edge of hell,
see my light,
bright burning light.
Singing alleluia ah.
Sing, sing like the birds.
Sing like the world may never know.
Bright, bright morning light.
Brightly, brightly shining.
Forgive my past,
my present,
and future.
And all that I can do.
For there's one certain thing.
One simple little thing.
The one thing is.
I.
Love.
You.
Count D looked over his shoulder, and sighed. His newest pet was sadly, depressing. "Ame-Chan, are you sure you don't want to go and play with the others?" the Count asked politely offering the door to the seemingly teenage female.
"I don't know Count. It's sure hot out there..." she stuttered, shying away from the sun.
"Come, Come now. It will be good for you! I'm sure you'll meet a friend or two!" the Count encouraged, pushing the female through the door.
"Alright...if you insist..." the woman said, and walked out, clutching her notebook to her chest.
"Finally..." wispered D, as he wiped his brow, and turned around, shutting the doors.
He looked up, and started to step towards the door in hopes of having a small tea cake before another event.
"Just what I need. A depressed Cat Wolf." he said, and plopped down on his sofa.
He lay there, thinking about the days sales, and laid down quietly. Hoping no one would come for a while, he closed his eyes softly, promising no more than 5 minutes.
Three Hours Later
Leon Orcot sat at his desk, chewing the back end of his pencil and frowned. He was having a tough time with work, and he just wanted to take off. Leon sat up, and started to shove things into his desk.
"Hey there Count Boy!" Jill expressed, walking up to Leon with a happy grin.
"Wadda you want?" Leon asked, grouphly showing his dislike to Jill's newest pet name.
"Well! I never! Tsk tsk tsk! I was just saying hello!" Jill said with mock anger, her eyes dancing with laughter.
"Go away. I wanna go home." Leon said, his eyes showing the emotion of tiredness.
"That's to bad, before the chief left, and bit ago, he said that you had to drop of some papers at the pet shop." Jill smirked evilly waving a manilla envelop in Leon's face.
"What!? Why can't you do it!" Leon screeched, but was interupted by a large yawn.
"Well....The count's pets don't like me...and...bye!" Jill threw the envelop at Leon, and skipped away laughing like a school girl.
"Grrrrrrrrrr...YOU WILL PAY JILL!" Leon shouted at her, through the empty building.
Clutching the envelop to him, he stomped downstairs, and into his old Toyota truck. Forcefully turning the engine on, and muttering to himself about stupid partners, and such. He stomped on the gas, and started to race through the night. Reaching China Town, he paused the car, and turned it completely off. Stepping outside of it, he locked it up, and shoved his hands into his pockets. Turning his face to the setting sun, he glared, and muttered again.
Quickly walking to the Pet Shop, he decided to stop for some tea. Might as well perk your self up a bit. Stopping by the old coffee shop that was in worse shape than it had been earlier that month, the detective went inside.
Frowning at the smiling waitress, he huffed out his order, and waited.
"DETECTIVE ORCOT!" A voice shouted over the dingyness of the store.
Having a heart attacke almost, he wirled around in his chair, and came face to face with one of Count D's friends.
"Hello! I haven't seen you lately Detective!" He said happily, coming, and sitting with the said detective.
"Hello..couldn't you have gotten my attention in a less loud way?" Leon said irritated, and his hand still covering his beating heart.
"Well...I could have! But I didn't! So...how are you?" the odd chinese man said.
Leon frowned, and sipped the coffee that was freshly brought from the kitchen's.
"Well! I was just talking to Count D earlier today, and I keep wondering...when will he invite you over for tea! It should be time soon." The odd man said, pondering, and fiddiling around.
"Um...dude? He's already had me over for tea....multiple times." Leon said, confused at the statement the man had said before.
"....He what?" whispered the man venomously.
Gulping, and pulling at his neck collar he replied, "He's had me over for tea, every time I stop by, which is almost every day..." Leon replied frightened somewhat.
"Aaah...he failed to mention that to me..." Mr. Yamodo said hissing slightly, his eyes slitting.
"Are you alright?" Leon asked, raising an eye brow.
"I'm fine. Say Detective. Would you come to my shop for a bit? I would like to speak with you." He said slowly, and evenly, but still obviously disturbed.
"Um...kay. Whatever." Leon replied, drinking the rest of his coffee. "Let's go now."
"Alright."
Mr Yamodo locked the door as he walked in, and whirled around to stare at Leon.
"So...Do you know any Chinese customs Detective?" Mr Yamodo said, looking like a viper.
"No, I'm sorry." Leon said, still confused, and worried.
"Well...For starters. A Chinese way to woo, or to 'date' in modern words is to have them over for tea." He said, staring at Leon for a reaction.
"Wait....what?" Leon said, not believing his ears.
"Okay....Let's make this easy for you. The Count, .....it seems he is 'dating' you, and you keep responding by bringing him chocolates. These sweets, they are making you 'date' the Count."
"...." Leon sat there with wide eyes, and shook his head. "You've got it all wrong man. That's to weird. I'm leaving. See ya." Leon got up, and left.
But before he did, Mr. Yamodo took his measurments, from eye, and grinned slightly.
'It's always nice to see such fine young love.' he said mentally to himself.
Leon raced across the street, shoving his hands back into his pockets, grumbling about crazy Chinese people, and there lunatic ideas.
Leon got to the front door of the petshop, and noticed that it still had it's open sign on. He furrowed his brows at this, but shrugged, and walked in.
Noticing that the animals, were all asleep, and didn't yowl at him when he walked in. He looked at them carefully as if they were going to jump up and attack him.
He noticed something move on the ornate couch, and jumped back. Seeing the count laying there, moaning in his sleep, and sweating, he sighed in relief.
'It's just the count stupid. No need to have a heart attack.' He walked slowly over to Count D, still watching the animals, and he paused above him.
"Um...Count? You asleep?" Leon asked, as he poked the count.
Moaning still, Count D turned over, to face the Detective, and Leon just started.
'Hm..maybe he's sick....I can't see the count getting sick, but who knows...' Leon touched the Count's shoulder, when D stiffened.
D's nostril's seemed to grow larger, as if scenting prey, and then a look of peace came over his pale face. D's lips turned up into a smile of satisfaction.
Faster than a blink of an eye, Leon was under Count D, and D was holding him in place. Curling on top of the detective, he sighed, and breathed in again. Snuffling his nose into Orcot's neck, he seemed to purr.
When this happened, Leon's heart started like a jack hammer. Watching the Count's eyes too see if he was awake, but they weren't. Watching his movements, he calmed himself down.
'Maybe he thinks, I'm one of his animals, yeah. That's it.' Leon tried to sit up, and push the Count of, but he just pinned Orcot down again.
'Okay....maybe I'm not going any where for now...' Leon said to himself, and his eyes roved the shop.
There was a gust of wind, and the door slammed shut, and he heard the sign turn over to, 'closed'.
'Well...that was convienent.' Leon said, shrugging.
Watching the count, he sighed.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked softly, as the count smiled again, and rubbed his face into Leon's hair.
Ame walked into the room, looking for the count. She wanted to read him her newest poem, when she saw that her master had company.
Looking at the strange man, she realized that the Count was asleep, and the stranger was awake. It looked as if the Count had pinned him, and she smiled.
"So...that silly Count of ours has chosen has he?" T-chan asked, walking up next to her.
"Yeah...He chose that guy...do you know who he is?" Ame asked, pulling on T- chan's sleeve.
"Yeah. That stupid american dude. I hate him, and long to eat him." T-chan replied growling.
"Oh! Don't do that! The count wouldn't approve!" Ame said, sniffling lightly.
"Whatever. Don't cry stupid." T-chan said, and pushed her lightly, walking away. "Yes T-chan." Ame replied, giggling at the way he tensed behind her.
"Don't call me that..." Growled lowly.
"Yes T-chan." Ame said happily, and scampered. Of.
WHOOPLAH! My first PSOH fic! I'm so happy! This one is going to be short, seductive, and fun to write! Ame is a person I made up for T-chan. I don't like how they make T-chan go with Chris, or Tet-chan. It's child molestion! It's wrong! So Ame here, is for him! If you don't like it......well that's to bad! Bai bai now!
Silver Ame, or Raining Fire
On the edge of hell,
see my light,
bright burning light.
Singing alleluia ah.
Sing, sing like the birds.
Sing like the world may never know.
Bright, bright morning light.
Brightly, brightly shining.
Forgive my past,
my present,
and future.
And all that I can do.
For there's one certain thing.
One simple little thing.
The one thing is.
I.
Love.
You.
Count D looked over his shoulder, and sighed. His newest pet was sadly, depressing. "Ame-Chan, are you sure you don't want to go and play with the others?" the Count asked politely offering the door to the seemingly teenage female.
"I don't know Count. It's sure hot out there..." she stuttered, shying away from the sun.
"Come, Come now. It will be good for you! I'm sure you'll meet a friend or two!" the Count encouraged, pushing the female through the door.
"Alright...if you insist..." the woman said, and walked out, clutching her notebook to her chest.
"Finally..." wispered D, as he wiped his brow, and turned around, shutting the doors.
He looked up, and started to step towards the door in hopes of having a small tea cake before another event.
"Just what I need. A depressed Cat Wolf." he said, and plopped down on his sofa.
He lay there, thinking about the days sales, and laid down quietly. Hoping no one would come for a while, he closed his eyes softly, promising no more than 5 minutes.
Three Hours Later
Leon Orcot sat at his desk, chewing the back end of his pencil and frowned. He was having a tough time with work, and he just wanted to take off. Leon sat up, and started to shove things into his desk.
"Hey there Count Boy!" Jill expressed, walking up to Leon with a happy grin.
"Wadda you want?" Leon asked, grouphly showing his dislike to Jill's newest pet name.
"Well! I never! Tsk tsk tsk! I was just saying hello!" Jill said with mock anger, her eyes dancing with laughter.
"Go away. I wanna go home." Leon said, his eyes showing the emotion of tiredness.
"That's to bad, before the chief left, and bit ago, he said that you had to drop of some papers at the pet shop." Jill smirked evilly waving a manilla envelop in Leon's face.
"What!? Why can't you do it!" Leon screeched, but was interupted by a large yawn.
"Well....The count's pets don't like me...and...bye!" Jill threw the envelop at Leon, and skipped away laughing like a school girl.
"Grrrrrrrrrr...YOU WILL PAY JILL!" Leon shouted at her, through the empty building.
Clutching the envelop to him, he stomped downstairs, and into his old Toyota truck. Forcefully turning the engine on, and muttering to himself about stupid partners, and such. He stomped on the gas, and started to race through the night. Reaching China Town, he paused the car, and turned it completely off. Stepping outside of it, he locked it up, and shoved his hands into his pockets. Turning his face to the setting sun, he glared, and muttered again.
Quickly walking to the Pet Shop, he decided to stop for some tea. Might as well perk your self up a bit. Stopping by the old coffee shop that was in worse shape than it had been earlier that month, the detective went inside.
Frowning at the smiling waitress, he huffed out his order, and waited.
"DETECTIVE ORCOT!" A voice shouted over the dingyness of the store.
Having a heart attacke almost, he wirled around in his chair, and came face to face with one of Count D's friends.
"Hello! I haven't seen you lately Detective!" He said happily, coming, and sitting with the said detective.
"Hello..couldn't you have gotten my attention in a less loud way?" Leon said irritated, and his hand still covering his beating heart.
"Well...I could have! But I didn't! So...how are you?" the odd chinese man said.
Leon frowned, and sipped the coffee that was freshly brought from the kitchen's.
"Well! I was just talking to Count D earlier today, and I keep wondering...when will he invite you over for tea! It should be time soon." The odd man said, pondering, and fiddiling around.
"Um...dude? He's already had me over for tea....multiple times." Leon said, confused at the statement the man had said before.
"....He what?" whispered the man venomously.
Gulping, and pulling at his neck collar he replied, "He's had me over for tea, every time I stop by, which is almost every day..." Leon replied frightened somewhat.
"Aaah...he failed to mention that to me..." Mr. Yamodo said hissing slightly, his eyes slitting.
"Are you alright?" Leon asked, raising an eye brow.
"I'm fine. Say Detective. Would you come to my shop for a bit? I would like to speak with you." He said slowly, and evenly, but still obviously disturbed.
"Um...kay. Whatever." Leon replied, drinking the rest of his coffee. "Let's go now."
"Alright."
Mr Yamodo locked the door as he walked in, and whirled around to stare at Leon.
"So...Do you know any Chinese customs Detective?" Mr Yamodo said, looking like a viper.
"No, I'm sorry." Leon said, still confused, and worried.
"Well...For starters. A Chinese way to woo, or to 'date' in modern words is to have them over for tea." He said, staring at Leon for a reaction.
"Wait....what?" Leon said, not believing his ears.
"Okay....Let's make this easy for you. The Count, .....it seems he is 'dating' you, and you keep responding by bringing him chocolates. These sweets, they are making you 'date' the Count."
"...." Leon sat there with wide eyes, and shook his head. "You've got it all wrong man. That's to weird. I'm leaving. See ya." Leon got up, and left.
But before he did, Mr. Yamodo took his measurments, from eye, and grinned slightly.
'It's always nice to see such fine young love.' he said mentally to himself.
Leon raced across the street, shoving his hands back into his pockets, grumbling about crazy Chinese people, and there lunatic ideas.
Leon got to the front door of the petshop, and noticed that it still had it's open sign on. He furrowed his brows at this, but shrugged, and walked in.
Noticing that the animals, were all asleep, and didn't yowl at him when he walked in. He looked at them carefully as if they were going to jump up and attack him.
He noticed something move on the ornate couch, and jumped back. Seeing the count laying there, moaning in his sleep, and sweating, he sighed in relief.
'It's just the count stupid. No need to have a heart attack.' He walked slowly over to Count D, still watching the animals, and he paused above him.
"Um...Count? You asleep?" Leon asked, as he poked the count.
Moaning still, Count D turned over, to face the Detective, and Leon just started.
'Hm..maybe he's sick....I can't see the count getting sick, but who knows...' Leon touched the Count's shoulder, when D stiffened.
D's nostril's seemed to grow larger, as if scenting prey, and then a look of peace came over his pale face. D's lips turned up into a smile of satisfaction.
Faster than a blink of an eye, Leon was under Count D, and D was holding him in place. Curling on top of the detective, he sighed, and breathed in again. Snuffling his nose into Orcot's neck, he seemed to purr.
When this happened, Leon's heart started like a jack hammer. Watching the Count's eyes too see if he was awake, but they weren't. Watching his movements, he calmed himself down.
'Maybe he thinks, I'm one of his animals, yeah. That's it.' Leon tried to sit up, and push the Count of, but he just pinned Orcot down again.
'Okay....maybe I'm not going any where for now...' Leon said to himself, and his eyes roved the shop.
There was a gust of wind, and the door slammed shut, and he heard the sign turn over to, 'closed'.
'Well...that was convienent.' Leon said, shrugging.
Watching the count, he sighed.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked softly, as the count smiled again, and rubbed his face into Leon's hair.
Ame walked into the room, looking for the count. She wanted to read him her newest poem, when she saw that her master had company.
Looking at the strange man, she realized that the Count was asleep, and the stranger was awake. It looked as if the Count had pinned him, and she smiled.
"So...that silly Count of ours has chosen has he?" T-chan asked, walking up next to her.
"Yeah...He chose that guy...do you know who he is?" Ame asked, pulling on T- chan's sleeve.
"Yeah. That stupid american dude. I hate him, and long to eat him." T-chan replied growling.
"Oh! Don't do that! The count wouldn't approve!" Ame said, sniffling lightly.
"Whatever. Don't cry stupid." T-chan said, and pushed her lightly, walking away. "Yes T-chan." Ame replied, giggling at the way he tensed behind her.
"Don't call me that..." Growled lowly.
"Yes T-chan." Ame said happily, and scampered. Of.
WHOOPLAH! My first PSOH fic! I'm so happy! This one is going to be short, seductive, and fun to write! Ame is a person I made up for T-chan. I don't like how they make T-chan go with Chris, or Tet-chan. It's child molestion! It's wrong! So Ame here, is for him! If you don't like it......well that's to bad! Bai bai now!
Silver Ame, or Raining Fire