A friend of mine wants me to draw anime better...But drawing furries are so much easier then people, which annoys the hell out of him, since he hate furries...Ah well...I mean my drawings aren't that bad..One day when I have the money for a scanner I'll get a DeviantART account...
Also I'm kind of bad with sophisticated British language..If I have any errors please let me know and I'll try to fix it. This chapter was written along with the music from the Japanese band TWO-MIX and Ayumi Hamasaki.
Sorry that I didn't update for a while. As a treat I'll make the chapter a bit longer. Please R&R. PLEASE. "gives puppy dog eyes" A/N: Think Puss N' Boots.
thoughts: thoughts
japanese: "'japanese'"
Her paws shook just as she slowly reached for the picture to turn it over when the front door slammed open.
Saori let out a small shriek of surprise and whirled around to see a young mouse with piercing green eyes wearing a blue trench coat, pants, and cap. Her eyes widened as she recognised him. A year ago, the night Ratigan supposedly plummeted to his death ontop of Big Ben, that mouse walked into the bar and proclaimed he was a friend of the rat.
She then noticed the older chubby man that was with him. The same guy who was drunk and ended up dancing with the girl's on stage. She also noted that he was the one who started the fight in the bar, well scratch that it was more likely the piano player.
Saori was about to make a run for it when the captain spotted her and smiled warmly.
"Ah, you must be the girl asking about the job ad." Said the captain before removing his hat and coat. He then noticed Saori's shocked expression. "Forgive me if we startled you. I didn't intend to open the door that hard. It's just that the dratted thing always was difficult to open from the outside."
Saori stood there staring at the mouse; surprised. His rough sailor accent was gone and was replaced with a proper British one.
"Ano...Are you Basil of Baker Street?" Asked Saori nervously.
"I am. And this;" He said gesturing to the older chubby mouse beside him. "Is my trusted associate, Dr. David Q. Dawson. To whom I do all my cases with."
The associate "Dr. Dawson" smiled kindly and tipped his bowler hat.
"A pleasure to meet your aquantince, and you are my dear?"
The spy smiled back and did a small curtsy.
"Cathleen Fitzpatrick sirs." Saori raised a nervous eyebrow as the detective looked at her.
"Ms. Fitzpatrick, you are a martial artist and despite your appearance you are a few years older. Am I correct?" Basil concluded almost in slight smugness. (A/N): Does that even make sense?
"Wha? H-how did you know that?" Said a astounded Saori. Basil grinned.
"Elementry Ms. Fitzpatrick. Your posture and feet stance gives away that you have an excellent sense of balance and I admit that in this day and age not many girls under twenty choose to become live in maids."
Saori looked at the detective in complete surprise. When Ratigan gave her the information about Basil, well most of it, (she thought mentally), was vents about how annoying he was. She didn't know the detective was this good, and it amazed her even more that he barely looked at her and was able to deduce two main things about herself.
Mrs. Judson then walked in with a teapot, three cups and a plate of fresh cheese crumpits. She placed the dishes on a near by table and gave a smile to the spy.
"Thank you Mrs. Judson, I appreciate you baking these delicious crumpits for us." Said Basil who smiled warmly at the landlady. Mrs. Judson thanked Basil and smiled back.
Saori heard someone snicker. She noticed that Dawson looked as if he was going to burst out laughing. The spy gave the doctor a questioning look before her attention turned back to the landlady.
Mrs. Judson was about to leave the room when she looked to her right, reached behind the grandfather clock and gasped. Saori saw that Basil's composed figure ever so slightly winced. Dawson on the other hand snickered quietly.
From behind the clock Mrs. Judson produced what looked like a mutilated couch pillow. The holly red fabric was heavily stained and mottled yellow and white, probably from a strong chemical. Goose down was visible from the many large rips and tears, as well from the occasional bullet holes.
The landlady glared daggers at Basil and shook a hand that held the ruined pillow at him.
"Mr. Basil I've told you countless times not to use my pillows as part of your experiments! Do you know how many years I've had these? Fifty years, as a wedding gift from my sister!" Mrs. Judson continued to sternly lecture Basil as if scolding a child.
"I am dreadfully sorry Mrs. Judson. I promise I won't use your pillows as part of my experiments again. As a make up, I'll replace any of the pillows that I've destroyed." Basil said, with a look of guilt.
After a few minutes of reassuring the good landlady, she left the room and Basil let out a sigh and tried to look composed. This caused Dawson to chuckle and shake his head. Basil cleared his throat and gave the doctor a quick glare before turning his attention once more to the spy.
"Now, Ms. Fitzpatrick, if I may, I am going to ask you a few questions." Basil motioned for her to sit down on the couch, before taking a seat of his own in a large red chair. Dawson also sat down in a chair opposite of te detective and poured each of them a cup of tea. "First of all, if I may ask how old are you?"
"Seventeen sir. I'll be turning eighteen in four months." Replied Saori proudly.
Dawson was slightly surprised and remembered Basil's words. Ususally a girl her age would've been in an engagement from her parents. Inwardly he scoffed. He didn't believe that a girl so young should be forced into marriage, yet let alone only be reduced to cooking and cleaning.
"Have you any criminal history Ms. Fitzpatrick?" Asked Basil seriously. Saori mentally gulped.
"No sir. Well..None that I didn't know of..."
Parents. The word echoed in Dawson's head. Surely her parents might be worried about her he thought. Unless..
"My dear, if I may ask, where are your parents?" Saori smiled softly and looked at her hands.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up the sub-"
"No...It's okay..You didn't know..Ano..It's odd...I remember my parents, yet...I can't ..It's just like they were an illusioun, like something that was there, but really wasn't...I'm sorry..." a tear fell down her cheek, which she quickly wiped away. Dawson immediately felt more guilty for bringing up the subject.
Basil felt sympathy towards the girl and stood up. "Ms. Fitzpatrick. I thank you for your time. If possible can you please be here at ten O' clock tomorrow morning and I'll show you around the flat."
Saori's face was a mixture of confusion and surprise. "I have the job?"
"Yes Ms. Fitzpatrick, you have the job.." Said Basil humorously.
Saori grinned and quickly shook the detective's hand. "Thank you sir. I'll be here at 10."
Before Dawson or Basil could say anything she was out of the door within seconds.
The doctor let out a sigh, and Basil put a hand on his companion's shoulder.
"Don't feel so bad, old chap...You didn't know about her parents.." Dawson smiled lightly. Basil charged and lit his pipe before continuing.
"It bothers me though...Theres' something that girl is hiding...I just can't put my finger on it...And when she said that she couldn't remember her parents...It's either that she is orphaned or that she is suffering from slight amnessia...But that would be impossible...Ah..But that's the least of my worries right now old fellow..What's more important now is where the duce am I going to find antique velvet pillows..."
At this Dawson chuckled lightly.
A/N: In the words of Monty Python's Flying Circus. Now for something entirely different
The mini- adventures of Gothkitty, with guest Ratigan; Again.
Gothkitty: 'In Nightmare Before Christmas shirt and black shorts.' Like it hate it? Sorry if Basil and Dawson are a bit ot of character. I looked up information about women of the Victorian Era, and supposedly at age 17 and 18 they would enter into society then later the marriage market which I'm guessing that women look for husbands...though I'm not sure...I figured that Dawson wouldn't really approve of women marrying at age 17 or 18 in order to be only house wives, considering that women in those times had raw deals. But that's my opinion. Sorry if it's boring..It seems that my writing skills suck as I get older.
Ratigan: Then why continue to torment us with your fictional writing?
Gothkitty: Because since I don't own a PS2 to play DDR to take stress out on I have to rely on writing...and no I don't go to fun factory...because there are crazies in the area!
Ratigan: And you call your auburn streaked hair not crazy?
Gothkitty: It's not auburn it's or was fushia! So there. 'sticks tounge out'
Ratigan: Says the girl who made arm warms in the summer...My dear you are weird.
Gothkitty: And what's wrong with being weird, Mr. I'm so smug yet psychotic!
Ratigan: For the last time I'm not a psycho! I'm a criminal genius..
Gothkitty: So's Artemis Fowl...At least he becomes sympathtic in the end.
Ratigan: I consider not feeding you to Felicia sympathetic..But Artemis get's his memory cleared in the end.
Gothkitty: You for got one thing...I have catnip. Yes good times..good times..ahem...
Ratigan: 'gives the look'
Gothkitty: Well actually it's a packet of oregano...But I got you right?
Ratigan: No..
Gothkitty: Damn...Wait a sec you read the book?
Ratigan: Yes I have...And it was interesting...
Gothkitty: 'stunned scilence'
Ratigan: What? Can't a criminal genius enjoy an easy book once in a while?
Gothkitty: You read Artemis Fowl, you the person who read the full edition of Les Miserables in one freaken week?!
Ratigan: Yes...I have and-
Gothkitty: And I'd do it again if it weren't for those pesky kids and their dog. Sorry, couldn't resist.
Ratigan: AND I also rummaged through your room and those Redwall books are interesting...Though I resent all rats, and vermin considered evil...Also your Cardcaptor Sakura videos are interesting...
Gothkitty: Wow...You have actually read Redwall...and..watched Cardcaptor Sakura?! What else are you going to surprise me with? Harry Potter? The Tamora Pierce series? ' starts to laugh hysterically'
Ratigan: WHAT?
Gothkitty: I just had the funniest image..of you singing along to the theme song of CardCaptor Sakura you, know Catch you Catch me! What else did you watch? Rurouni Kenshin? Fushigi Yugi?
Ratigan: Nakago I admire...
Gothkitty: O.O YOU WATCHED FUSHIGI YUGI? A GIRL'S ANIME?...So...Did you like it? huh?
Ratigan: It was okay...I remember the episode that person Nuriko died. It was a bit dramatic...
Gothkitty: Hey I cried at that part. I liked Nuri-chan...
Ratigan: 'smugly' I noticed you written it here...'holds up a black notepad book with a purple fairy on it.'
Gothkitty: O.O you read my diary! Give it back! 'tries to get it back. Ratigan is obviously much taller then her.'
Ratigan: March 3rd: Time: 10:15pm. Today I watched the 33rd episode of Fushigi Yugi. Nuriko died and I cried for the rest of the episode. Also 'holds book out of reach' Tasuki is cool!
Gothkitty: Hey! 'Ratigan trips her causing her to fall off stage.' Ow...Damn bloody rat...
A/N: Yeah..that's all for now...The diary entry isn't real..But I did cry at the episode Nuriko died, and Chiriko's. Please R&R.