BIG OL' NOTE: This fic is different, in that it would be told through the eyes of 5 different characters as if they were the main one in the story. And different characters in the story will mean variations and endings, so bear with me. I'll start with Sion's story...
I sleep, leaning against the brick wall of the bar, nothing haunting my mind in the form of subtle dreams. But deep within the fissures of the human mind I ponder the dilemma that has plagued his consciousness for a week, slowly devouring his sanity and composure. The void that was once filled with my source of joy and love stands in the doorway of my brain, blocking my senses.
Dominique was missing. Gone without a trace for one whole week.
I wake with a start. What am I doing? I think. I have a job to do. I look around at the silent Dog Street, gloomy with lack of human activity. Strange for a weekend, when shoppers would walk their way to the nearby mall and revelers would seek out a place for beer and downright fun. Dog Street was sinking its black teeth into my mind, until I hear a bark.
A whine. Then a whimper.
I turn my head toward the source of the sound. A few yards away I glimpse a brown coat of fur, caked with dust and a few specks of dirt. White paws tap the ground, the floppy ears turning every which way as the puppy searched with caution and attention. His eyes, full of playful tears, shine and glitter in the streetlight's glow.
"Angelo?" The puppy perks up its ears at the sudden question, then trots to me. I reach out my gloved hand. "What are you doing here?" I rub the puppy's brown, soft, furry head.
Angelo looks at the human in front of him with the same admiration that Dominique would give to him. It was only two months ago that Dominique had snuck him into Fate by stuffing him into her yellow raincoat. A hungry bark was all that revealed his presence in the building, where pets were not allowed. With a sheepish smile, Dominique took out the struggling animal and showed it to everyone in the bar, talking excitingly about how she found it wandering about the street near her apartment, starving and searching for a morsel of nourishment. Eventually, the dog was allowed to romp around the bar however he pleased, sniffing and panting with glee at every object he found interesting, absorbed in his petite explorations.
On his neck he wears a bone-shaped metal tag, with his name and address imprinted on the back. On the front is a basic bone design that shines with every twist in every kind of light. I now study the tag, my brows wrinkled with trouble. Where can she be?
Suddenly Angelo looks at a different direction and sniffs, picking up traces of a familiar scent. He sprints off.
"Wait! Angelo!" I take off after the runaway dog, shouting for him to stop. From afar, I hear other people shouting, but I disregard them. I continues on, chasing Angelo.
For what seemed like forever, the brown blur of fur turns, stops, sniffs, and runs down numerous streets, across the Central Plaza and into the Central Train Station. Finally, he halts, sitting down by a wide gap where a train would travel along. He pants and carries a smiling expression as I and two other men catches up.
"What... is... it... Angelo?" I inquire while gasping for breath.
"Was gonna ask you the same thing, Sion." I turn.
Kou clasps his knees as he asks, "What's the matter with the dog? Got something to show us?" Behind him stands Volt, towering over the tired, black-haired bouncer who was bent over with fatigue. His piercings gleam as he asks, "Why are we here?"
"Oh Jesus." Kou looks around. "Not this place again."
Angelo sits still near the train tracks, with a grin on his face.
"I think..." I hesitate. "I think... he has a clue on where Dominique is."
Volt stares at Sion with disbelief. "You really think he knows?"
I gulp down the saliva collecting in my mouth. "Yeah."
"Well... why do we just... board the train and see for ourselves, eh?" Kou grins. "Of course, I'll do anything to avoid this again..."
"Well..." Volt shoves him through an open door. "Tough luck."
"What? HEY!" CRASH! BONK! "OOWW! Watch it!" Volt and I step through. Kou's eyes fill with fear. "You don't really mean it, do you?!"
"You said it," comes the curt reply.
Kou rubs his tattooed forehead, where a bruise was developing. "You know, I was just joking."
"So you were, so you were..."
"Maybe you weren't paying attention to the logo on the side of this train..."
Inside the train is no different than what we have seen one night on our way to Mikado Corporation headquarters. The feeling of dread once again fills our minds as we realize that Dominique may be in Mikado's hands. Who was behind this scheme, however, no one knows.
The train door closes. We shift our footing as the train starts with a jerk and gradually increases in speed...
I sleep, leaning against the brick wall of the bar, nothing haunting my mind in the form of subtle dreams. But deep within the fissures of the human mind I ponder the dilemma that has plagued his consciousness for a week, slowly devouring his sanity and composure. The void that was once filled with my source of joy and love stands in the doorway of my brain, blocking my senses.
Dominique was missing. Gone without a trace for one whole week.
I wake with a start. What am I doing? I think. I have a job to do. I look around at the silent Dog Street, gloomy with lack of human activity. Strange for a weekend, when shoppers would walk their way to the nearby mall and revelers would seek out a place for beer and downright fun. Dog Street was sinking its black teeth into my mind, until I hear a bark.
A whine. Then a whimper.
I turn my head toward the source of the sound. A few yards away I glimpse a brown coat of fur, caked with dust and a few specks of dirt. White paws tap the ground, the floppy ears turning every which way as the puppy searched with caution and attention. His eyes, full of playful tears, shine and glitter in the streetlight's glow.
"Angelo?" The puppy perks up its ears at the sudden question, then trots to me. I reach out my gloved hand. "What are you doing here?" I rub the puppy's brown, soft, furry head.
Angelo looks at the human in front of him with the same admiration that Dominique would give to him. It was only two months ago that Dominique had snuck him into Fate by stuffing him into her yellow raincoat. A hungry bark was all that revealed his presence in the building, where pets were not allowed. With a sheepish smile, Dominique took out the struggling animal and showed it to everyone in the bar, talking excitingly about how she found it wandering about the street near her apartment, starving and searching for a morsel of nourishment. Eventually, the dog was allowed to romp around the bar however he pleased, sniffing and panting with glee at every object he found interesting, absorbed in his petite explorations.
On his neck he wears a bone-shaped metal tag, with his name and address imprinted on the back. On the front is a basic bone design that shines with every twist in every kind of light. I now study the tag, my brows wrinkled with trouble. Where can she be?
Suddenly Angelo looks at a different direction and sniffs, picking up traces of a familiar scent. He sprints off.
"Wait! Angelo!" I take off after the runaway dog, shouting for him to stop. From afar, I hear other people shouting, but I disregard them. I continues on, chasing Angelo.
For what seemed like forever, the brown blur of fur turns, stops, sniffs, and runs down numerous streets, across the Central Plaza and into the Central Train Station. Finally, he halts, sitting down by a wide gap where a train would travel along. He pants and carries a smiling expression as I and two other men catches up.
"What... is... it... Angelo?" I inquire while gasping for breath.
"Was gonna ask you the same thing, Sion." I turn.
Kou clasps his knees as he asks, "What's the matter with the dog? Got something to show us?" Behind him stands Volt, towering over the tired, black-haired bouncer who was bent over with fatigue. His piercings gleam as he asks, "Why are we here?"
"Oh Jesus." Kou looks around. "Not this place again."
Angelo sits still near the train tracks, with a grin on his face.
"I think..." I hesitate. "I think... he has a clue on where Dominique is."
Volt stares at Sion with disbelief. "You really think he knows?"
I gulp down the saliva collecting in my mouth. "Yeah."
"Well... why do we just... board the train and see for ourselves, eh?" Kou grins. "Of course, I'll do anything to avoid this again..."
"Well..." Volt shoves him through an open door. "Tough luck."
"What? HEY!" CRASH! BONK! "OOWW! Watch it!" Volt and I step through. Kou's eyes fill with fear. "You don't really mean it, do you?!"
"You said it," comes the curt reply.
Kou rubs his tattooed forehead, where a bruise was developing. "You know, I was just joking."
"So you were, so you were..."
"Maybe you weren't paying attention to the logo on the side of this train..."
Inside the train is no different than what we have seen one night on our way to Mikado Corporation headquarters. The feeling of dread once again fills our minds as we realize that Dominique may be in Mikado's hands. Who was behind this scheme, however, no one knows.
The train door closes. We shift our footing as the train starts with a jerk and gradually increases in speed...