I bought the Case Closed vol 1 manga yesterday. It's good, so far. Though my only pet peeve is the name changes. Ah well....As a treat I'm making the chappie extra long...yeah..It's my way of ignoring my homework duites...I'm listening to Cruel Angel Thesis from Neon Genesis Evangelion. And this time...The story is in major paragraphs..Happy reading.
The next morning Saori, as promised said good bye to her cousin and gave her a hug and a kiss. She gave Cyric a quick hug, and promised to keep in touch at least twice a week. The entire affair of saying goodbye made her feel that she was going to be sent to the gallows.
In the lair's entry way Ratigan smirked as Saori turned to leave. But before she could take a step, his voice stopped her.
"Now, Miss Hirigawa, I trust you don't do anything stupid, remember what I told you..." Many of the other goon snickered as she opened the drain grid.
Saori raised a hand in response, shouldered her bag and jumped into the hole; all the while angrily muttering under her breath.
"You've told me that a thousand freaken times, damn freaken nezumi!"
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On the other side of town Basil and Dawson browsed through an old antique store. The shelves were lined with many items, some dating back to the late 1700's. The reason they were there: To look for couch pillows. The only problem was that no matter what shop they went to they didn't have the blasted things.
Dawson then spotted a doll on a table and picked it up. The adorible thing was made of porcelain, had long brown curly hair, big green eyes and a pretty eggshell blue dress on. Immediately the thought of the little girl Oliva popped into his head. Since her birthday would be coming up again soon he decided to give her the doll as a gift. But before he could find the sale's clerk; the sale's clerk found him and gave a little shriek of surprise.
"Sir, please put that doll down..." Dawson looked at the woman in surprise. "I beg your pardon? Ah I'm sorry I didn't relise it was so fragi-"
The woman shook her head fear in her eyes. "Oh no no...It's not fragile at all...It's evil..Pure unchecked evil..." Said the woman who now was inches away from Dawson. Dawson being a little freaked out by this immediately set the doll back on it's stand, while the woman continued her story.
"You see, the doll used to belong to a girl who was a minister's daughter. Because of this she was forced to be the perfect child. She never cried, and was always polite. Poor thing...Her family made her like that I'm afraid...Image I guess. But one night her father proclaimed that she'll be marrying a family friend. All this time she obeyed her father's wishes, but that one she refused. You see she was already in love and secretly engaged to her childhood friend. When her father heard that he was furious. He beat his daughter and made her beg for God's forgiveness for the sin she commited.
After that she became rebellious. She married her childhood friend and left the country. Sadly she died a few years aftewards in a freak accident. The minister grew angry with the news and refused to go to the funeral, saying that her death was a punishment for leaving him. The years went by and the mother divorced. But, it wasn't because of their child's death it was because of the doll. You see...a year after his daughter died, weird things started to happen. Unknown footsteps, things mysteriously breaking etc. The father knew it was coming from the doll and got fed up. So he threw it in the trash and didn't think anything more of it.
The next morning it returned and it had an angry look to it. He tried many things, even an exscorsiting, but nothing worked. So fed up he dumped the doll here. Many people like yourself has bought the thing and each time it would be returned, with a claim that the family would hear noises, etc and one even claimed that it caused her child to die of Chloerra. Even if I wanted to get rid of it I can't, many people have tried breaking it, but each time there would be hardly a scratch...I suspected it could have been the father's anger towards the daughter that's possessing it.but I don't want to find out."
Dawson gulped and slowly inched away from the doll, who now stared at him with scowling eyes. Basil who had over head the story snorted in annoyance.
"Honestly, a doll who is possessed. There's no such thing." The woman ruffled slightly.
"And how do you think I got that story? It's a true factual story. I've seen the cursed thing move with my own eyes!"
Basil who was unfased step toward the stand and picked the doll up from it's table. "I'll prove it to you." Immediately he started to look for a switch on the back that turns the doll on and off, but couldn't find any. In the mean time the shop keeper and Dawson were pale as they saw the doll's expression change into a mean look.
"Um..Basil I think you better..."
"Not now Dawson...Hmm..odd there isn't any switch...Perhaps it's- OW!" Basil dropped the doll and clutched his right hand. On the pointer finger was small teeth marks. The detective, who hardly ever is stunned by anything, now stared at his finger in surprise.
"H-How the duce..." Basil turned around and stared at the doll who had a mocking look on it's face. Now starting to believe the story, he quickly picked up the doll and placed it back on the table.
"Dawson. Perhaps we should go.." Relieved by those words Dawson tipped his hat to the woman and followed the now freaked out detective out of the shop. Once outside Dawson noticed that the detective was unnaturally quiet. Fearing that the shock of a doll coming to life had got to his friend the doctor put a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Basil..Are you alright?" The detective smiled a reasurring smile.
"I'm fine Dawson, nothing to worry about. It just astounds me how such a simple thing could have so much power." Dawson nodded in agreement and cleared his throat.
"There are others like this. I've heard stories that the Tower of London is haunted by the two princes that were murdered, among other tormented souls."
Basil and Dawson continued down the cobble stoned sidewalk, scanning for other antique shops in the area. Horse pulled carriages passed by and the two kept themselves to the tall building's sides in order to not to be trampled on by the humans on their daily outings.
Dawson then spotted another antique shop called 'Ingham's Antique Shop'. The doctor and detective walked inside, only to be met with shelves, tables and cabinets filled with items that were extremely old, some that could've actually been sold to the meuseum for a heafty price.
Dawson sneezed in the dusty room and blew his nose with a hankerchief. Basil on the other hand spotted the item or more like items they were searching for all morning. velvet couch pillows. Grinning he picked up a few and went to the cashier's desk and paid for them.
Afterwards the two made their way back to Baker Street. Basil gave the pillows to Mrs. Judson who thanked the detective who (out of character by the way) gave him a hug and proceeded to place the new yet old pillows on the chairs and couch. After setting the pillows in their places the good landlady disappeared into the kitchen.
The door bell then rang and Basil who hand now changed into his smoke jacket opened the door to reveal the young spy carrying a duffel bag/ draw string bad.
Adventures of Gothkitty: With guests Ratigan, Basil and Dawson.
Gothkitty: (wearing a tank top and shorts) Well...what do you think?
Dawson: This chapter really, doesn't match with the story..But it's interestng.
Ratigan: As I've said before...What's with all of this parinormal rubbish?
Dawson: You know he does have a point...Though I hate to admit it....
Gothkitty: I don't know..Once I write something it just seems only neat to have it on there.
Basil: But why a doll?
Gothkitty: Let's just say I hate dolls, and they're the only thing closest to us human beings that actually look alive...yes I hate the things. That and clowns...
Ratigan: Even though this chapter was worthless I think the part where BAZUL gets bitten is the best. May I mention a Jhonny the Homocidal Maniac plug?
Gothkitty: You would like that wouldn't you...
Basil: (Angrily) Ratiagan...Without a doubt you are the most vilest being on the face of the earth!
Ratigan: And you're nothing more then a second rate, goody two shoe detective.
Gothkitty: (sweat drop) Ano...
Both rivals continue to insult eachother.
Gothkitty: Um..Dawson...Can we stop them before this turns into a my horse is bigger then your horse that'll kick your ass debate..
Dawson: O.o;; Yes...Lets...
10 minutes later. Gothkitty and Dawson are sitting on the couch watching Case Closed.
Dawson: Do you think we should let them out?
Gothkitty: (taking a sip of ramune) Nah! Let's leave them there until they cool down a bit.
Dawson: You do realise that the fiend will probably want revenge.
Gothkitty: I know....Hehehe..But he can't hurt me cause if he does I'll expose him to the British underworld with the recording of him singing along to the Fushigi Yugi theme song. OHOHOHO!
Dawson: You're a devil you know that.
BAM! BAM! BAM! CRASH!
Off stage
Demeter: MACAVITY! (A/N: LOL! Sorry I couldn't resist. I'm a CATS fan.)
Gothkitty: That better not be what I think that was. (walks to her mom's bedroom and unlocks the door to find Ratigan sitting on the bed reading one of her mom's romance novels. She then notices the broken computer.)
Gothkitty: What in the name of the seven hells happened? My computer! Why my computer? WHY?!
Ratigan: Because now your inscisive writings can't torment me. And because you called me a psycho..
Gothkitty: (holds up mallet of doom)
Please R&R. Thanks.