Death

Part III

"Wow! It's...."

"Beautiful? I know."

Mikinoa looked at the creature in awe. It was humanoid, with bushels of fur around the forearms and calves. Faded pink hair was cut at a sharp angle, and lovely brown eyes stared back at Mikinoa.

"Her name is Mikina. She's a French Poodle."

Mikinoa gasped. "No way. This is a human. Are you selling slaves or something?" Mikinoa looked at D suspiciously.

"Good heavens, no! She is a dog, I assure you. Would you like her? She seems to like you."

"Mikina....How much do you want for her?"

"Nothing much. Just a box of Madame Brii's chocolates."

"But I only have one left! I'll have to send for more from home." She raised an eyebrow. "Do you travel often?"

"No, but my grandfather does. He sends back all kinds of delicious sweets. Well, all you need to do is sign here. She may eat whatever she likes, but she must have fresh water every day. Don't neglect her, play with her often. And whatever you do, don't show her to anyone."

"I promise, sir." Mikinoa signed the paper and beckoned Mikina to her.

Leon Orcot dragged his little brother, Chris, towards Count D's shop. He watched as a young girl walked out of the store, talking conversationally with a French Poodle. He blinked several times, then nudged Chris into the shop.

"Orcot! I am not a daycare!"

"Please, D! Just this once?"

"Last time I was stuck for him a week! Nothing against you, Chris, but your brother-"

"What about me, D? C'mon, it wouldn't hurt...."