I'm currently listening to Perfect Blue: Dream and Memory; Hitomi Furuya: huma-rhythm. Both are good Jpop bands and I wanna glomp my friend who introduced me to them. But I can't cause I might freak him out. LOL! I love the song samurai drive from Hitomi Furuya. As promised I've written down the made up characters information. For now it's only the three main people being introduced so far.
Full name: Saori Aine Hiragawa
Age: 17
Nationality: Irish/Japanese
Interests: Keeping Hikaru out of trouble, Martial Arts, cooking Japanese food, sleeping (when she has the time)
hobby: fortune telling.
Though she's only 17 she's acts much older for her age, due to the fact that she had to take care of Hikaru at a young age. She may seem confident at times, but inside she's unsure and scared of what others would think. Kind hearted and self-spoken, she usually ends up being a counselor for her friends and some of the goons of Ratigan's lair. She also sometimes is a tad naive.
Full Name: Hikaru Madeline Pearson
Age: 10
Nationality: Japanese/ British
Interests: Pushing annoying people's buttons (mostly Ratigan's), The Paranormal, playing with fire, Has a high interest in kickboxing, spending time with Cyric and Saori.
Hobbies: Seeing how far she can piss off Ratigan, reading fantasy novels.
A pyromaniac at lenghthed extent, she also enjoys inventing things. At points she's cocky, sarcastic and considered a tomboy, but has a very sweet, sometimes naive and innocent side. She considers Saori as a big sister and Cyric as a big brother and fears that she'll be left alone for the rest of her life.
Full Name: Cyric Artani Durril
Age: 19
Nationality: Irish Romany/ British
Interests: Kenjitsu (form of Japanese sword play), the paranormal (he's somewhat of a Mulder from The X-files)
Hobbies: Reading mystery novels, making sure Hikaru doesn't do anything stupid.
A born gypsy, he lost his mother at a young age due to Chlorrea, and was taken in by Saori's family. Fun loving and usually always optimistic he also has a more serious side; one that can take an ugly turn if he's pushed too far. Cyric also has a secret crush on Saori, since he was a child and would do anything to keep her and Hikaru from harm.
A/N: Wow...when I started this character design I didn't realize how difficult writing it would be. Finding middle names that went along with the first and last names were difficult, then figuring out what their interests and hobbies were..
Other things that will appear in the story is of Saori's older brother and how Dr. Dawson knew him. I had a rather hard time in finding information about the protectorate after the 2nd Afghanistan war in 1880-1921. I figured that since Watson entered service in 1878 just when the 2nd war stared so did Dawson. I did some math and made Dawson 32 in 1878. Then added 19 years of the 2nd war and the time he returns to England as well as a another year to add up to the story line, he would have to be 52. I could be wrong, but Dawson does look like he's in his fifties.
I also questioned that since the British made a protectorate/treaty with the Afganistans in 1880-1921 there could have been the possibility that some disagreed to sharing their country with foreigners and could have revolted. That there then brings up the subject of Saori's older brother who had to be at least ten years older then her. So Saori was 8 when her brother (who has to be 18) joined the British Military and was transferred to Afghanistan...Or something like that....Hopefully when that part is written It'll be more understandable. So if Saori is now 17 her brother has to be 27.
Also the rating might go up in later chapters.
The dimly lit oil lamps that hung on the damp, moss stained walls of the prison cells. Saori shivered slightly at damped air as the sound of water dripping bounced off the hall's. She picked up her pace and softly called out her cousin's name.
Saori was about to take a step the right when a sound of muffled laughter caught her attention. On her left hand side sitting in a damp, moss lined cage was none other then Fidget the bat. This shocked her, since rumors that had spread from the British underworld that Fidget died in the Thames River the night of Ratigan's fight with Basil ontop of Big Ben. It also shocked her that she didn't notice when he was thrown in to the cell.
She immediately felt sympathy for the creature as he rocked back and forth laughing and muttering unknowledgable words. Fidget wasn't that bad of a character. Just easily mislead. Saori forced herself to continue down the hallway until she heard the sound of laughter and the booming of voices.
Getting closer she noticed a handsome young mouse with messy wine colored hair and dark mahogany eyes sitting on a small wooden stool infront of a cell. Saori smiled, approached the mouse and coughed to get his attention. The mouse looked up and gave her a crooked grin.
"Hey Saori. About time you got back." Said the mouse with a slight Irish accent.
"Sa-neechan!!"
A flash of black and red flew out of the cell and clung itself on to Saori; nearly bowling the spy down. The spy looked down to see Hikaru clinging on to her as if her life depended on it. Smiling softly she returned the hug.
"Gomen ne Ru-chan...I didn't mean to be gone that long...You don't have to worry, I convinced Basil-san and I got the job." Quoxed the spy with a tinge of bitterness in her voice.
The young mouse cocked an eyebrow in a apprehensive look.
"So you're really going through with this Saori? I mean we don't really have a choice but-" Saori immediately interrupted him.
"Cyric there's no choice. Period. You should have been there...The landlady Mrs. Judson was so nice to me..I feel absolutely terrible that I'm tricking her trust and acceptance of her kind and generous nature...Damn that busu nezumi!!"
Saori laughed at her comment and turned her attention to her cousin, who still had her in a tight bear hug. Gently she untangled herself from the child.
"The phsyco told me you broke out of your other cell.." Hikaru scowled.
"He wouldn't shut up..He kept on going on and on how he was going to destory the detective guy. So I told him that if he was so obsessed with the guy then he should marry him. The rat then got really quiet, and his face then turned bright red. Then he started to shout at me with threats about disemboweling me, feeding me to catzilla and having me thrown into Thames River. After a while he stopped ranting and raving, then left. Not before calling me an uncultured brat. Seriously if I was uncultured then how did I manage to create small bombs out of nitroglycerin and destroy some of his things?"
Cyric started to laugh at the very thought of The Napoleon of Crime being talked down by a 10 year old girl.
"You should've seen his face! He started to twitch all over. The bugger must've turned at least three shades of red in two seconds!!" Saori wanted to laugh at the mental image but stopped herself and squatted down to meet Hikaru at eye level. She gently stroked the child's hair. Her expression serious.
"Hikaru, you really shouldn't mess with the rat's head so much. I don't know how long I'm going to be gone, and he's already threatened to harm you if you ever pulled a stunt like that again, though I would've given my left ear to see the look on his face." Saori grinned at the thought before continuing.
" Hikaru, I love you very much and so does Cyric, but you need to promise me one thing. Please don't do anything crazy or stupid while I'm away. I know Cyric is also looking out for you, but he might not be there all the time, so please..."
Hikaru looked at her feet sadly. Her answer was muffled.
Saori looked at the child in confusion. "What was that?"
"The rat said that you were going to skip the country and leave me...You're not going to leave me are you?" Asked Hikaru, with tears now in her eyes. The spy grabbed the girl and hugged her tight.
"Of course not! I would never leave you here..Don't listen to what that baka says. I'm not leaving you here, never!"
Cyric smiled at the scene and placed a on the distraught child's head.
"And if she does leave, we'll follow her to the ends of the earth and annoy her so much that she'll break down and come back." Hikaru giggled slightly and wiped a tear away.
"Sa-neechan. I promise I won't do anything stupid while you're gone. But you'll write me. Right?"
Saori grinned. "Of course I'll write, what kind of cousin would I be if I didn't let my little sis know what's happening?" The spy noticed the girl shiver, took off her cloak and placed it over the child's shoulders. Hikaru began to protest.
"Demo..You're going to get cold." Saori shook her head.
" I have a spare, so don't worry. Okay?" The spy scowled and rummaged through her skirt's pocket and produced a cheese crumpit she swiped eariler. "I bet the jerks upstairs didn't even feed you. Here you go."
Hikaru accepted the crumpit happily and wolfed down the pastery in three bites. The gypsy and the spy stared at the child wide eyed.
"Jesus Hikaru! Where the heck do put all of that? I just gave you dinner not even twenty minutes ago and you're eating as if you've been deprived of food for two years straight!" Exclaimed Cyric jokingly. Hikaru stuck her tounge out at him.
"I'm a growing kid what do you expect?" Cyric laughed at Hikaru's comment.
Saori knelt down and hugged her cousin. "You better get some sleep, it's late. I'll see you tomorrow okay?" She then kissed the child on the forehead and stood outside of the cell's doors. Cyric ruffled the child's hair and grinned.
"See ya tomorrow squirt. Night." Hikaru grinned and waved.
"Night. Night Sa-neechan."
"Night Hikaru. Sleep tight."
"Hai."
The two waved to the child and Cyric closed the cell's iron bar doors. With a final wave the they walked back up the hallway. Once out of hearing Cyric broke the scilence.
"Saori, don't worry about Hikaru. I'll be gaurding her until you return, and if I ever need to leave James is going to take my place." Saori gave her the gypsy a quetioning look.
"How did you convince Ratigan to let you?" Cyric grinned smuggly.
"I didn't. You see Phil and Bernard were originally placed as her guards, but James said that if they didn't switch with me and him, James would tell Ratigan that they were the ones responsible for the cave in..And of course being the spineless bastards they are, they obliged in switching."
Saori laughed and shook her head. " Jame's words of persuation never ceases to amaze me. And what did you do to persuade them?"
Cyric's grin grew wider and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"That I'd show all of the British underworld something that'll embarass them for the rest of their lives."
"And what's that?" Saori whispered back.
"I don't know..Can I trust you with this?" Saori gave him a glare that clearly said 'cut the crap and just tell me already'. Cyric sighed dramatically and whispered again in her ear. "I told them that I'd show the British underworld the picture of them sleeping together. And if nobody believes me I have this."
Cyric pulled out of his pocket a picture of two male mice sleeping peacefully in eachother's embrace.
Saori grinned and remembered that the photo was taken last Christmas. Ratigan had left his goons to their Christmas celebration with fine champaine and cheese. Obviously he had been in a good mood that day. The two mice Phil and Bernard (who by fault were the biggest jerks in Ratigan's group) obviously had too much to drink and collapsed unconcious next to eachother.
And unknowing to them they started to cuddle up to eachother. It took them a while to regain conciousness, and when they relised their position both literally freaked out and threatened anyone witness that they'll murder them in their sleep if a word was ever said outside of the lair. Obviously they were scared for their lives, since both were one of Ratigan's best goons.
"Wow. This is amazing. You're actually blackmailing someone...Cyric..To tell you the truth...I think you've been spending too much time with James." Said Saori who laughed when Cyric put on a look of mock surprise.
"Moi like James? I don't think so...." Cyric paused for a moment rubbed the back of his head. "Okay I admit it. I'm starting to think like the idiot, but at least I haven't started saying perverted things you didn't want to know about."
"True" Answered Saori, who had a slightly disturbed look on her face.
The two were almost to the entrance when she stopped and looked at Cyric with a warm look on her face.
"Hey Cyric." The gypsy turned and blushed when he saw the look on her face.
"Um..Yeah?"
Saori then hugged him, her head coming up to his chest. "I just want to thank you for everything you've done for us...Hikaru and me...I don't know what I'd do if you weren't with us..."
Cyric's was caught of gaurd by the innocent gesture and blushed darker. Akwardly he wrapped his arms around her and returned the hug.
"Y-you're welcome...." Saori looked up and noticed his flushed face.
"Ano...Cyric are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?" Worriedly she reached up on tip toes and felt his forehead. Cyric gently pulled her hand away. Saori blushed slightly.
"I'm fine, don't worry...Um.....I think we better go it's late..." The spy nodded in agreement.
"Yeah...It's getting late."
Cyric opened the dungen door and walked back into the lair's main room with Saori followng. Outside the noise level rose as she heard Ratigan give a speech to the goons that were still concious cheered uproariously at their leader's words.
Cyric noticed Saori's ears droop and gently grasped her shoulders from behind and steered her past the throne room's door, not before making eye contact with the Napoleon of Crime by giving him a hard glare of silent rage. Ratigan on the other hand returned the look with a smug grin.
Once out of sight, he continued to steer her until they reached their room. With a sigh he opened the door and walked inside with Saori.
The room was small and plain with two straw beds, two oil lamps that hung on both ends of the room, a small chest that lay by one of the beds, a table for two with a pitcher of water on the top, a small wood burning stove, and a small cabinet that had three plates, three cups, a few utensils, a small pot, frying pan and spatula. The room was seperated with a sheet. As one side was Cyric's and the other was Saori and Hikaru's.
Cyric silently went to the table and poured himself a cup of water, gluped it down and ran a hand through his head. Turning around he noticed that Saori had already kicked off her shoes and was fast asleep on the bed she shared with her cousin. Sighing for the second time that night he grabbed the cloak from one of the chairs and draped it over her. He looked down at her sadly and brushed a strand of hair way from her face. Again he sighed and retreated to his own bed.
Removing his shoes and shirt he climbed in and stared at the ceiling wide awake. Small torents of anger clenched his heart, at the thought of The Napoleon of Crime forcing the one he cared for the most to commit something she didn't want to do. The worst was putting a mere child into the cross fire by having her life and happiness as the prize.
Unconciously his hand brushed the thin scar on his side, from a wound he recieved many years ago. Suddenly a flood of memories he had mentally locked away returned. The voices of screaming, yelling, pleading filled his head. Along with the image of blood. The bright red substance was everywhere. The screaming grew louder and the images of a two men; one young one old, and two women dying in agony by a sword. Another image entered his mind this time of young man. The only feature he could see were cold brown eyes and the gleam of a blood stained sword as it swung down in a deadly arch towards him.
Cyric jolted up in bed, panting. With shaking hands he wiped sweat from his brow and rubbed his eyes. The screaming vibrated though his head and he gritted his teeth and forced himself to forget about it. After a while feeling exauhsted mentally and physically flopped down on to the bed once more and fell asleep; deaming a dreamless dream.
A/N: Wow...Hahaha...Sorry if it's turned extremely serious so quickly...More about Cyric's dream will appear later on. Yeah, about Cyric he is usually a happy postive person, but he does has his depressive moments. I really didn't expect the fic to turn this serious so fast...Gomen! LOL yeah, Cyric does like Saori, but doesn't have the courage to tell her.
The mini-adventures of Gothkitty with guest Ratigan. (I just love messing with his mind. LOL)
Gothkitty: (watching the X-files. Episode about the Jeine in the rug): hahahaha! Wow, Scully is really brush happy.
Ratigan: Again with this parinormal rubbish. No wonder your mind is slow.
Gothkitty: (ignores him)
Ratigan: You do relise your new chapter will shock a lot of people who expected this to be a pg fic...
Gothkitty: Well I could've made it to be R rated, but then I'd also have to do other unappropriate things which truly don't want to do..Just thinking about it I'm blushing..Besides, I enjoy making you a heartless bastard. Though I'm sure you just have your phsyco issues. (glomps him)
Ratigan: .........
Please R&R.