Mark Of Tsubasa
Chapter VIII
-221B Baker Street (8 Weeks Later)-
Weeks have gone by and yet the child had not awoken from her sleep. Both of her dogs stayed by her side the whole time she stayed asleep. John would literally have to bring their meals to them since they wouldn't budge from the room. As well as drag them for a simple walk. Meanwhile since Sherlock let her stay in his room he would sometimes sleep on the sofa, which he didn't mind (Or just go all an nighter).
Each day either him or John would change her bandages and place medicine on her wounds. Each time Sherlock changed her bandages he would always look at a bird mark on her right arm, wondering how it got there.
On some days Sherlock would hear Sakura cry in her sleep. He was not sure why, but she did. Sherlock awoke with a yawn on the sofa, letting the sun get in his eyes. He sat up only to find a bunch of books and all over the floor.
That's right, he remembered he fell asleep while doing research on her relatives; God how he hated putting his brain into recharge. He got off up the sofa, put on his blue silk robe, and went to make himself coffee. He than heard a knock on the door of his flat.
He gave out a sigh and went to go see whom it was. Going down the stairs he answered the door, only to see that it was Korra Sagami. "Morning Sherlock." She said with a smile, "How are you doing?" "Fine." He answered, "What are you doing here?" "I was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by." She said, "I got a present for Sakura."
Out of a brown paper bag, she pulled out a little bear wit a long tail. It was a yellow orange, like the sun; it had tiny little black eyes, nose, and mouth that was a three but laid on it's back. It had wings on it's back, and in the middle of the wings it had little swirls.
S.H: "What the hell is that?"
K.S: "I found it on Amazon 3 weeks ago. The characters name is Kero I think. I just thought it would be the perfect thing for Sakura."
S.H: "Why?"
K.S: "Cause it's cute!" Little girls like her love cute things like this. They just go head over heels for things like Kero, or a puppy."
S.H: "Oh God."
K.S: "Hey you're not a girl so you wouldn't understand. Do you mind if I come in?"
S.H: "No, of course not."
Sherlock lead Korra inside the flat. The moment she entered the upstairs room she sat herself down on the sofa, while Sherlock got his coffee. "I heard the good news from John!" Korra said, "So she'll finally come back to the waking world huh? I can't to start working with her!" Sherlock gave Korra a quizzical look on his face. "What?" she said confused, "Didn't Alice tell you?" "Tell me what?" Sherlock asked her.
K.S: "That I would help Sakura out."
S.H: "With what?"
K.S: "Well she can't control her powers just yet."
S.H: "Really?"
K.S: "Really. Her powers can sometimes be based on her emotions. Like if she's scared or angry, that's when things get ugly."
S.H: "What are you supposed to help her out with?"
K.S: "The four elements."
S.H: "You have that talent?"
K.S: "Yeah. Watch this."
Korra turned to a nearby fruit bowl on the coffee table. With the movement from her hand she had created a small tornado out of thin air. The twister went towards the bowl of fruit and literally made an apple float.
The small twister soon began to dissolve letting the apple floated back down and landed back in the bowl. "See?" she said with a satisfied smile. "No wonder you were taken to Baskerville." Sherlock said, "Yeah, God how I hated it." She replied.
S.H: "How are you going to help her when I made a deal to Alice?"
K.S: "Already taken care of. She and I both agreed to stay over at her place. She already convinced her Landlord to let my dog Naga stay so long as she doesn't cause a lot of trouble."
S.H: "That's fine."
K.S: "Any luck on her relatives death?"
S.H: "Yes. Actually last night I found out two of her other relatives died."
K.S: "Really? How?"
S.H: "First relative her Great Uncle from her father's side of the family, third victim of her family. In 2005 Kinomoto Taichi died of a rare disease known as the plague, found dead in his own apartment. A year later in 2006 from her mothers side of the family, her Great Aunt Ayami Asuna died getting shot in the back of the head while watching an opera performance. No one knows who the shooter was or what bullet it was since it was custom."
K.S: "No luck on her parents huh?"
S.H: "No."
K.S: "What about this Hell Butterfly? Did find out who he his?"
S.H: "I have no idea who the person is or why he is trying to help me."
K.S: "Ah, I see."
S.H: "Speaking of which, any luck on finding Shadow?"
K.S: "Well that's another reason why I'm here. Jeremy was able to find out where he was last seen, and we found this."
Korra pulled out from her pocket an iPhone and a sliver and black pearls and a small flower that has the word "Hope" in the middle. Sherlock took the phone and bracelet from Korra. "And these belong to him?" the detective asked, "Yup." She answered, "There's no doubt about it. His phone is still on but it's password protected." Sherlock put his phone off of sleep mode and saw that it was similar to what Irene* had on her phone. The only that it said was "My Little _"
"If he has a password like that, than he must have something important in there." Korra said. Sherlock placed the phone and bracelet on top of his laptop than turned to Korra. "Yes, your right." Sherlock said.
"The only question is, what?"
-End Of Chapter VIII-
