Chapter Two
Death Part II
Mikinoa jumped at the sound. A shadowed figure walked from behind a wall. One of his eyes was covered with noir hair (noir = black) and the other was purple and blue. He had long fingernails painted a deep blood rouge (red), which perfectly contrasted black robes. Well, Mikinoa supposed they were robes, although it more resembled a dress.
"Er, yes, sure. Is this...."
"Count D's Petshop? Yes, yes it is. Here, sit down."
Mikinoa obeyed, sitting on a plush green armchair. The tall figure poured tea into two cups and sat on a couch across from her.
Totetsu pouted on one end of the couch.
"Um, sir?"
D looked up. "Yes?"
"Pardon my asking, but what the hell did you put into this tea!?" Mikinoa gagged and coughed.
"It's herbal. I added some suger. Don't you like it?"
Mikinoa confirmed it. This guy was a nutcase.
"Sir, may I please just get a pet and go? You see, My sister says I'm too shy, and that I need a pet. She's moving out soon and she gave me some money to buy a pet." Mikinoa blushed. "Maybe a pet dog. I miss home."
"Oh? Why does a dog remind you of home, young girl?" D sipped his tea conversationally.
"Back in France, I had a dog named Mikina. She died the day after we left home; we called my uncle and he told us the bad news. He was taking care of her." Mikinoa fought back a few rebellious tears.
"I think I have just the thing...Follow me."
Death Part II
Mikinoa jumped at the sound. A shadowed figure walked from behind a wall. One of his eyes was covered with noir hair (noir = black) and the other was purple and blue. He had long fingernails painted a deep blood rouge (red), which perfectly contrasted black robes. Well, Mikinoa supposed they were robes, although it more resembled a dress.
"Er, yes, sure. Is this...."
"Count D's Petshop? Yes, yes it is. Here, sit down."
Mikinoa obeyed, sitting on a plush green armchair. The tall figure poured tea into two cups and sat on a couch across from her.
Totetsu pouted on one end of the couch.
"Um, sir?"
D looked up. "Yes?"
"Pardon my asking, but what the hell did you put into this tea!?" Mikinoa gagged and coughed.
"It's herbal. I added some suger. Don't you like it?"
Mikinoa confirmed it. This guy was a nutcase.
"Sir, may I please just get a pet and go? You see, My sister says I'm too shy, and that I need a pet. She's moving out soon and she gave me some money to buy a pet." Mikinoa blushed. "Maybe a pet dog. I miss home."
"Oh? Why does a dog remind you of home, young girl?" D sipped his tea conversationally.
"Back in France, I had a dog named Mikina. She died the day after we left home; we called my uncle and he told us the bad news. He was taking care of her." Mikinoa fought back a few rebellious tears.
"I think I have just the thing...Follow me."