Disclaimer: Simply put - Petshop of Horrors belongs to Mari Akino.
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A/N: Once again I'd like to thank Whit...because after 24 hours without sleep more spelling errors than just for the word "incense" pop up...
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"I can't believe you sold a pet to this guy," Leon said as he continued to search the house for any possible clue.
"It would seem that I was decieved by Mr. Robinson."
"So, how was the contract broken anyways?"
"Mr. Robinson was instructed to burn a special incense at sunrise and sunset every day for the animal," D exlained in a calm manner as he looked around at Rebecca's room. "It was not burned."
"What do you mean?" Leon asked, peering at a bookshelf. "Someone burned some incense, two sticks. I've got the holders and ashes right here on this shelf."
Count D smiled, a bit sorrowfully. "It was not the specified incense."
"Ri-ight," Leon said slowly. "So what, did the dog turn into a half-human monster or something?"
"Not at all, Detective," D responded mildly.
"Well, we'll leave the rest of this to the lab for now. I'll be asking you some more questions later."
"As you wish," D answered quietly. He and Leon exited the premisis. While the detective walked quickly towards his car, D moved at a slower, calmer pace down the hallway, and as he did, he was stopped by an older woman two doors down.
"That man could charm the devil himself out of a stolen soul," the woman said to D in a hushed tone. "Poor girl. She just wanted a friend to love her, but that father of hers keeps a tight-fisted leash on her."
"Why did you not tell this to the police?" D asked.
"Because we're all too afraid of that bastard and what he'd do to our families," the woman stated. "He's dangerous! But listen, if you're trying to find the dog you sold them, I have a general idea of where that girl might have gone to. Her mother had a place out in the country, a cabin in the middle of a nice span of woods. I bet you that's where you'll find her and your animal. I can give you directions if you'd like."
"Thank you. I appreciate your assistance."
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"Here we are, China," Rebecca panted as she finally came to a little cabin set well into a large expanse of woods. "We'll get you fixed up in no time. And the winter weather'll set in soon and no one will be able to come after us. It'll just be you and me."
China whined from her place inside the duffel bag, and Rebecca wasted no time getting inside and lighting fire in the cabin's main room. She set herself to heating some water and finding every bit of cloth she could find to use as a bandage. In the end, she wound up cutting a sheet down into useable strips. Once the water was done, Rebecca cleaned and bandaged China's wounds, then filled a bowl she found in the cupboard with some fresh water. Once that was done she lit some incense for the dog, then began to tend to her own wounds.
The cuts on her hands and legs were easy to tend to, but the welts on Rebecca's back were impossible to reach with no one to help. With no way of being able to tend to her wounds, the girl just gritted her teeth and moved onto the next task of taking stock on what supplies they had. Rebecca's mother had often kept a supply of dried meats, fruits, and certain vegetables, as well as some other non-perishable food items in the cabin, in case the family got stuck on an outing. The weather could become dangerous in the spring and fall, especially with rains and high winds, so the cabin was prepared in case of an emergency.
"And we have the well to supply us with water, it's just a matter of heating most of it. I'm going to need to get some more wood." Her beaten body protested at the thought, but it was a chore of necessity. Rebecca went to it, though she stopped for frequent breaks, to rest and to check on China, whose condition was improving. When the young teen could haul no more wood, she collapsed next to the nest of blankets she'd made for her canine companion, panting heavily.
"I'm so sorry that you had to go through all that," Rebecca panted. "I'm sure if your previous master had known what my dad was like then you wouldn't have been sold to us." China lifted her head and watched the girl with a surprising amount of intelligence. "Well," Rebecca continued. "I guess we're just a couple of bruised, ugly ol' broads now, huh?" China barked as if to protest. "Okay, okay," Rebecca laughed. "You aren't ugly at any rate." The canine whined, then licked Rebecca's face. "Does that mean you're not mad at me... or that you're hungry? We have some smoked ham... I think that would make a nice supper. Then I'll change your bandages. It's just a shame you couldn't do the same for me. I feel like I'm one giant bruise!"
China barked a couple of times, and with a slight chuckle, Rebecca went back to work.
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"Where do you think you're going?" Leon asked Count D as the detective entered the pet shop to see the oriental man getting ready to depart.
"I am leaving to find China," Count D answered.
"Well, I can tell you that," Leon replied smartly. "Just take a boat across the ocean-"
"My missing canine friend, Detective," D interrupted, but with a tiny smile twitching at his delicate lips.
"You named the dog China?"
"Miss Robinson gave the dog that name."
"Ah, and what do you know of Miss Rebecca Robinson?" Leon asked.
"She came into my shop three days ago to buy some incense," D answered dutifully.
"And let me guess, that was it," Leon remarked sarcastically.
"Yes, that was it," D confirmed.
"Well, I guess you would be interested to know that the majority of the blood leading from the kitchen to the back bedroom is Rebecca Robinson."
"Really?" D asked quietly. "It's a shame to hear so."
"Yeah, well, I'm not done," Leon growled. "You were there, so I'm sure you remembered that big puddle of blood next to the sink. That belonged to an animal, more specifically, a dog. And we both know that a dog couldn't have lost that much blood without being seriously injured."
"So what are you saying, Detective?" D inquired coyly, staring thoughtfully at Leon.
"That an injured animal on the loose is dangerous!" Leon shouted, resisting the urge to grab the Count by his neck and throttle the strange Chinaman. "So if you know anything about Rebecca, the dog, or their location, then you'd better talk!"
"Please, calm yourself, Detective," D requested serenely. "I am simply going out to look for my animal. Any information you need for the girl's location would be best sought after by questioning her neighbors, don't you agree?" Leon grumbled, but he couldn't argue the Count's point. "Now, if you would please excuse me, I must conduct my search."
"I'll be seeing you later," Leon growled, his words as much a threat as they were a promise.
"I'm sure you will," D replied with a tiny smile. "I'm sure you will."
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A/N: Once again I'd like to thank Whit...because after 24 hours without sleep more spelling errors than just for the word "incense" pop up...
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"I can't believe you sold a pet to this guy," Leon said as he continued to search the house for any possible clue.
"It would seem that I was decieved by Mr. Robinson."
"So, how was the contract broken anyways?"
"Mr. Robinson was instructed to burn a special incense at sunrise and sunset every day for the animal," D exlained in a calm manner as he looked around at Rebecca's room. "It was not burned."
"What do you mean?" Leon asked, peering at a bookshelf. "Someone burned some incense, two sticks. I've got the holders and ashes right here on this shelf."
Count D smiled, a bit sorrowfully. "It was not the specified incense."
"Ri-ight," Leon said slowly. "So what, did the dog turn into a half-human monster or something?"
"Not at all, Detective," D responded mildly.
"Well, we'll leave the rest of this to the lab for now. I'll be asking you some more questions later."
"As you wish," D answered quietly. He and Leon exited the premisis. While the detective walked quickly towards his car, D moved at a slower, calmer pace down the hallway, and as he did, he was stopped by an older woman two doors down.
"That man could charm the devil himself out of a stolen soul," the woman said to D in a hushed tone. "Poor girl. She just wanted a friend to love her, but that father of hers keeps a tight-fisted leash on her."
"Why did you not tell this to the police?" D asked.
"Because we're all too afraid of that bastard and what he'd do to our families," the woman stated. "He's dangerous! But listen, if you're trying to find the dog you sold them, I have a general idea of where that girl might have gone to. Her mother had a place out in the country, a cabin in the middle of a nice span of woods. I bet you that's where you'll find her and your animal. I can give you directions if you'd like."
"Thank you. I appreciate your assistance."
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"Here we are, China," Rebecca panted as she finally came to a little cabin set well into a large expanse of woods. "We'll get you fixed up in no time. And the winter weather'll set in soon and no one will be able to come after us. It'll just be you and me."
China whined from her place inside the duffel bag, and Rebecca wasted no time getting inside and lighting fire in the cabin's main room. She set herself to heating some water and finding every bit of cloth she could find to use as a bandage. In the end, she wound up cutting a sheet down into useable strips. Once the water was done, Rebecca cleaned and bandaged China's wounds, then filled a bowl she found in the cupboard with some fresh water. Once that was done she lit some incense for the dog, then began to tend to her own wounds.
The cuts on her hands and legs were easy to tend to, but the welts on Rebecca's back were impossible to reach with no one to help. With no way of being able to tend to her wounds, the girl just gritted her teeth and moved onto the next task of taking stock on what supplies they had. Rebecca's mother had often kept a supply of dried meats, fruits, and certain vegetables, as well as some other non-perishable food items in the cabin, in case the family got stuck on an outing. The weather could become dangerous in the spring and fall, especially with rains and high winds, so the cabin was prepared in case of an emergency.
"And we have the well to supply us with water, it's just a matter of heating most of it. I'm going to need to get some more wood." Her beaten body protested at the thought, but it was a chore of necessity. Rebecca went to it, though she stopped for frequent breaks, to rest and to check on China, whose condition was improving. When the young teen could haul no more wood, she collapsed next to the nest of blankets she'd made for her canine companion, panting heavily.
"I'm so sorry that you had to go through all that," Rebecca panted. "I'm sure if your previous master had known what my dad was like then you wouldn't have been sold to us." China lifted her head and watched the girl with a surprising amount of intelligence. "Well," Rebecca continued. "I guess we're just a couple of bruised, ugly ol' broads now, huh?" China barked as if to protest. "Okay, okay," Rebecca laughed. "You aren't ugly at any rate." The canine whined, then licked Rebecca's face. "Does that mean you're not mad at me... or that you're hungry? We have some smoked ham... I think that would make a nice supper. Then I'll change your bandages. It's just a shame you couldn't do the same for me. I feel like I'm one giant bruise!"
China barked a couple of times, and with a slight chuckle, Rebecca went back to work.
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"Where do you think you're going?" Leon asked Count D as the detective entered the pet shop to see the oriental man getting ready to depart.
"I am leaving to find China," Count D answered.
"Well, I can tell you that," Leon replied smartly. "Just take a boat across the ocean-"
"My missing canine friend, Detective," D interrupted, but with a tiny smile twitching at his delicate lips.
"You named the dog China?"
"Miss Robinson gave the dog that name."
"Ah, and what do you know of Miss Rebecca Robinson?" Leon asked.
"She came into my shop three days ago to buy some incense," D answered dutifully.
"And let me guess, that was it," Leon remarked sarcastically.
"Yes, that was it," D confirmed.
"Well, I guess you would be interested to know that the majority of the blood leading from the kitchen to the back bedroom is Rebecca Robinson."
"Really?" D asked quietly. "It's a shame to hear so."
"Yeah, well, I'm not done," Leon growled. "You were there, so I'm sure you remembered that big puddle of blood next to the sink. That belonged to an animal, more specifically, a dog. And we both know that a dog couldn't have lost that much blood without being seriously injured."
"So what are you saying, Detective?" D inquired coyly, staring thoughtfully at Leon.
"That an injured animal on the loose is dangerous!" Leon shouted, resisting the urge to grab the Count by his neck and throttle the strange Chinaman. "So if you know anything about Rebecca, the dog, or their location, then you'd better talk!"
"Please, calm yourself, Detective," D requested serenely. "I am simply going out to look for my animal. Any information you need for the girl's location would be best sought after by questioning her neighbors, don't you agree?" Leon grumbled, but he couldn't argue the Count's point. "Now, if you would please excuse me, I must conduct my search."
"I'll be seeing you later," Leon growled, his words as much a threat as they were a promise.
"I'm sure you will," D replied with a tiny smile. "I'm sure you will."
