Yes, I know...I have tons of fanfics unfinished...But it's too good to pass up an idea!!!! If any of you hav read my other fics, I know they suck and one day I'll redo them...or finish them. But being a college student takes up a lot of time and energy...Especially math..I'd rather draw then do math...Anyway...I'm hoping this turns out okay. Please R&R.
Also I don't own any of the characters except Saori and other original fictional characters that will show up. The other characters belong to Eve Titus author of the book series "Basil of Baker Street" based on the movie "The Great Mouse Detective".
P.S: Has anyone but me realized that Disney seems to be running out of ideas?
thoughts: thoughts
japanese: "'japanese'"
It was a dark night in the streets of London, as the incoming fog erased the moon's light from the sky. The few couples out on strolls and the occasional horse and carrige illuminated eerie shadows from the dim lanterns. From the illuminated fog a lone figure walked silently at a rather fast pace for a mouse her size.
Saori Hiragawa had long black hair that was kept in a braid, and intellegent, yet keen dark blue eyes; that was hidden from view under the hood of her cloak. Her pace quicked; in set determination on her mission: To spy on Basil of Baker Street. Yes that was her job, a spy.
Saori mentally rolled her eyes. It wasn't really spying more like blending in. And if she had a choice in this game she was going to play she'd rather throw herself into a pit of hungry cats then obey her "boss". Ha! Her boss that was a laugh. The Napoleon of Crime aka Professor Ratigan aka to her phsycopath in two seconds was hardly what she'd call a boss. Infact she wouldn't even be caught dead working for him if he didn't have her cousin as a hostage.
Mentally she forced the thought away and continued down the street towards the flat numbered 221 1/2 Baker Street. Saori allowed herself a small smile when the sound of an upbeat tune being played on a violin drifted from the famous human detective; Sherlock Holmes's apartment.
Quietly she let down her hood, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Okay...stay calm, think about Hikaru..Just keep that in mind...You're doing nothing illegal...Ah bloody hell I am!" Saori angrily whispered to herself.
The door opened to reveal a plump middle aged female mouse wearing a maid's outfit. Questionably she looked at the young mouse before her and smiled.
"Yes? May I help you?"
"Hi. I'm Cathleen Fitzpatrick..I saw your ad in the newspaper about the live in maid job?" Said Saori who nervously pulled back a strand of hair from her face.
The elderly mouse's face lightened in recognition and motioned for the girl to follow.
"Come in, come in. Ah, Mr. Basil is on a case at the moment, but please sit in the living room and make yourself comfortable until he returns. If you don't mind me asking, but...Aren't you a bit young to be working as a live in maid?" Questioned Mrs. Judson, who began to organise a few papers that were strewned about the floor.
Saori smiled at the comment and laughed.
"Don't worry. I get that a lot. To tell you the truth I'm seventeen."
"Seventeen? My goodness...If you didn't say anything I'd have thought you were no more then a day older then fifteen. Ah..where are my manners..Would you like cup of tea and cheese crumpits?" Asked the house maid.
"No, thank you, I'm fine, but thanks for the offer."
Mrs. Judson smiled and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Once she was alone. Saori let out a sigh of relief; followed by a slight pang of guilt that clenched her heart. She immediately hated herself for doing this. Gaining the trust of the kind elderly woman, then in the end having to break it into a thousand pieces. Regretfully she pushed the thought away and walked around the room.
At one part of the small area was a table covered with a huge and complex looking chemistry set that boiled and simmered dangerous looking chemicals inside it's glass beakers and tubes. Some of the walls were littered with maps and charts of London that were poked with many small holes.
She continued to roam around the room until she came to a stop infront of the fire place. On the mantel was a picture of her victim's enemy Professor Ratigan. Even though he wasn't here in person the sly smirk and yellow eyes that hid a calm yet phsycotic rage sent a chill down her spine.
"Geeze..Even if he isn't here he still gives me the creeps..."
Her paws shook just as she slowly reached for the picture to turn it over when the front door slammed open.
Like it? Hate it? haha..yeah let me know how it is...Please R&R.
Gothkitty: So what do you think?
Ratigan: My dear, I'm not a psycho...I just have a fast temper....'grins suavely'
Gothkitty: Uhuh..sure...I remember when I was six watching your "Basil massacre scene" I think that scared me...
Ratigan: So did the opening of the Little Mermaid.
Gothkitty: Shut up I was four...Or was I five? But anyway, loud noises scared me back then. And how did you know that?
Ratigan: 'looks at fingernails' I have my ways...
Gothkitty: 'Underbreath' Hah yeah right more like "over mutilative persusation"..
Ratigan: ......
A/N: Yeah...It's true I admit it..the Little Mermaid opening scared the crap out of me when I was four I think....Well nobody expected the loud boom...