Yeah I'm back. Still swamped with work, but I just wanna relax!!! Hmm....I can't seem to get the song Dream from Kare Kano out of my head. Ah well...It's a nice song. It's better then Surf from The Ka'au Crater Boys. You know it goes like 'surf! oooh aooo surf everybody go surf!' That's the beginning of it..It's kind of a pain in the butt to playing it on the Ukulele...Well I guess it would be, if I hadn't touched one for nearly six years...Except the horribly off tuned ones at Hilo Hatties.....Please R&R. Thanks.
Also..Please please tell me what you think. Like if I need to fix it or something like that.
Here's James's profile. Enjoy.
Full name: James Osiris (Hawkings) Malin
Nationality: British/ Egyptian. (he takes after his father's side in looks)
Age: 30
Interests: visiting the local pub for a drink of ale, acting, fencing, keeping Cyric on his toes.
Hobbies: Has a bit of a soft spot for Shakespeare and literature.
James is an ex-pirate captain, or was more likely marooned by his own crew; (no character similarities to Captain Jack Sparrow). His manor sometimes makes him appear to be cocky at first hand, but he's a good person. He's also a master fencer and in looks has often been mistaken for Basil of Baker Street in disguise. One reason why he's sometimes on the recieving end of Ratigan's wrath.
He was also one of the first of Ratigan's goons to take pity on Cyric, Saori and Hikaru and considers them like his own children, more or less. He got the name Hawkings as a joke from his crew members, since his life style was like of Jim Hawkings from Treasure Island before he became a pirate. Well since Jim or Jimmy is a short term for James.
James was born into a high class family on his fathers side. His father was an explorer and married his mother a Egyptian servant girl. Because of his mother's class he had been expected much of at a young age. His father then died leaving him and his mother to the cruel hands of his father's family, who shunned both of them entirely.
The constant torment of his father's family caused his mother to commit suicide, leaving him alone at age 13. James ran away from home and became set in determination to become a different person, and forget his previous life. So he became a cabin boy on the ship The Nautical owned by the pirate captain Stonewall. The captain was like a second father to James and taught him everything he knew.
(A/N: Hehe...Well...It seems that I'm telling the whole story of Jame's past..ah well.)
"ACHOO!"
"Shh! James you're going to give our position away!"
"Oh stuff it matey! It's not my fault these blasted bank ceilings haven't been cleaned in ages."
James stifled another sneeze and began to remove a cobweb from his head. He was a tall mouse for his species with long spiky black hair that was pulled into a low ponytail. He had tan fur, a simple gold hoop on his left ear, a goatee on his chin and green eyes. If anybody saw him with short hair, and without a goatee and earring he could've been Basil of Baker street's twin. But with black hair mind you.
Cyric ignored his friend's comment and continued to watch the policeman, (through a pair of binoculars) place a sack of money into a vault.
"I still can't believe the damn rat wanted us to stake out the bank. Why couldn't he have someone else do it?"
James shrugged.
"Who knows. Let's just hope Chang finishes his job. The sooner the better." Cyric gave his friend a unsure look.
"But don't you think taking his revenge out on that judge's wife is going a bit too far. I mean, yeah his dad's killer wasn't caught but that doesn't mean to take it out on the woman."
"True, but if he manages to atleast get arrested then it'll be one step closer for Saori coming back." James ran a hand through his dark hair before continuing. "By the way. Did you tell her yet?"
"Tell who what?" Asked the gypsy off handedly. James raised an eyebrow.
"Cyric being naieve isn't going to cut it. You know damn well what I mean. You know..The incident."
Cyric's ears lowered slightly as he gripped the binoculars in a tight grasp
"No..I haven't."
James sighed in irritation. "Why n-"
"Because I'm worried that the shock would be too much. The night of the murder Saori didn't cry..Hikaru was only five and probably didn't understand, but she was crying...But not Saori. I was worried that she would've gone insane from what happened, if I told her. I wouldn't blame her for not remembering, especially if you saw your entire family murdered before your eyes.
I'm also worried about Hikaru. She's a strong kid, but she still has nightmares. It's only been five years after all...I just don't think I should tell her now..."
The ex-pirate squeezed Cyric's shoulder in sympathy.
"Aye..I hear ya...But why didn't you go to Mouseland Yard?"
Cyric's expression darkened.
"If those murderers knew we were still alive they would've have gotten us before Mouseland yard could do anything about it. That's how ruthless they are. On top of that our lives would've been much worse then it is now...I've heard stories. They would take familiy's daughters and sons as ransom if they owed money they couldn't pay. The children would end up dead or even worse sometimes...That's why we lived in hiding before we came to work for the rat."
Scilence followed and a grin grew on James's mouth.
"So did you tell her yet."
Cyric glared at James.
"I just told you I ca-"
The ex-pirate shook his head.
"No, not that! I meant your confessions."
Cyric blushed.
"W-what confessions?" James almost burst out laughing The kid was completely in denial.
"What confessions? Are you going to make me guess all day? You know, your confessions that you love her. And don't try to back yourself out of this matey. I know the looks you give her, and how you defend her if the rat goes to far..."
Cyric blushed darker.
"Well...I haven't...Um...Not yet, actually. I've been trying to find a good time to tell her...and..Wait a sec. Why the hell am I telling you this? JAMES YOU BETTER NOT BE TRYING TO PLAY MATCH MAKER!"
The people below stopped what they were doing and looked around in confusion. Shrugging they continued with their tasks.
James nearly fell off the beam he was sitting on and clapped a hand over Cyric's mouth.
"Shhh! Keep it down, you want us to get spotted? And there's no need to play match maker, since I've learned my lesson from Thomas and Percilia. I still got the lumps from it. But besides that. The girl likes you."
Cyric looked like he was going to faint.
"She does?" James grinned like a chesire cat, but before he could respond he snatched the binoculars from the gypsy's hands and watched the policeman place the combination on the vaults locks.
"The bugger's put in the combination. We can go now. Finally! My legs were starting to fall asleep."
James stood up and walked toward the air vent they came in from; leaving Cyric to run after him.
"Wait a sec James. How did you know what she said? Hey!"
Toby raced through the streets of London, with Basil and Dawson hanging on the the dog's fur. Basil raised his voice above the howling wind that passed around them.
"A few years a murder took place. A man by the name of Li Chang was murdered on his way home from a local pub. He left behind a son and a wife. Unfortunately there was no evidence left behind and the only suspect that could've been involved was set free. The case was never solved.
I believe that Mr. Jordan, or should I say Mr. Chang is seeking revenge for his father's death. And the reason why his target is Mrs. Stein is because her late husband was the Judge of that case. And to clear up the question as to why, I believe that the trial somehow was sabatoged."
Basil and Dawson reached Mrs. Stein's home, and after a few seconds of getting the basset hound to stay put the two made their way the front door. Calmly Basil rang the door bell and the door opened to reveal the house keeper.
"Yes? May I help you?"
"Yes I'm Basil of Baker Street and this is my associate Dr. Dawson. If I may ask where is Mrs. Stein?"
"She's in the tea room, down the hall, but..Wait where are you going?"
The two said a quick appology for entering without permission, before Basil threw a sentence over his shoulder to the house keeper.
"Miss, please call Mouseland yard. Mrs. Stein is in mortal danger!"
Basil and Dawson ran down the hallway and into a furnished room, where a middle aged woman in a simple gown sat drinking tea on a coushined chair. Surprised by their entrance she nearly dropped the cup.
"Mr. Basil. Dr. Dawson. May I ask what you two are doing here? Did you find out who's sending me these horrible letters?" The detective gently grasped the woman's shoulders.
"Mrs. Stein you have to get out of here. Mr-"
BAM!
Mrs. Stein screamed as a gunshot sounded in the entrance way. The three mice turned to see a young man of 20 holding a pistol. He was tall with a slender build. His brown eyes were dark and angry underneath his brows.
"This is no concern of yours detective. I suggest you leave. Now."
"Mr. Chang I know you're angry about what happened with your father's trial, but this doesn't mean you should take it out on the Judge's wife."
The young man shot another bullet, shattering a ming vase by the fireplace. Again the woman screamed.
"Don't you dare tell me how the bloody trial went. I saw her husband being paid by my father's murdrer! He bribed him to let him go! She also knew of it and didn't say anything. She's just as responsible as her husband!!"
Dawson reached in his coat for his revolver, but stopped when the young man aimed the pistol at him.
"I wouldn't do that Doctor...Not unless you want to die."
"Mr. Chang...I'm sorry that I didn't say anything...My husband refused me to...But you also must understand we too were being threatened by Mr. Jones..We had no choice. I know what I say might not mean anything, but would your father be happy of what you've become when you cook such wonderful food?" Said the middle aged woman sympatheticly.
The young man blinked in surprise. For the past five years he had been angry and thirsty for revenge. But now when he had finally reached what he wanted to do, he only felt empty inside. Anger then surged through his veins, he turned around to flee from the room, just as Mouseland Yard burst in. The group arrested the young man, and was charged with attempted murder and murder of Isaac Jones, the murderer of his father.
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Later that morning at Baker Street. Basil sat in his favorite red chair, smoking his pipe and staring into the flames deep in thought. His mind had wandered back to the events that happened a few hours earlier. It seemed too easy, that the young man gave up his years of revenge. It also seemed that he was also somewhat happy being arrested.
'There's something else going on here.' The detective thought. 'Something that is more then meets the eye, but I can't put my finger on it.'
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Upstairs Saori read the letter she recieved from one of Ratigan's goons. The first part of the plan had gone well. Ian had been arrested, and Basil figured out the case just as quickly as Ratigan predicted. Now it was up to her to hold out her part of the deal.
Quickly she burned the letter with the oil lamp by her bed and placed it in the trash can. She watched the last remaining embers die down as she continued to remake the bed.
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In the Tower of London, Ian Chang paced his cell. He was glad that he didn't kill the woman, yet at the same he felt angry that he didn't do it. All those years of plotting and he didn't have the guts to get his revenge. He then remembered what his father told him, the day he died.
" Son. In times of our lives; death cannot be revenged nor stopped, but more likely accepted. You may not understand it now but someday you will. And when you do; you must grasp it and never forget."
Ian rummaged in his shirt and produced a small pistol. In a hoarse voice he whispered halfly to himself and halfly to no one.
"I understand what you've said dad...I understand those words of wisdom. And no matter where I go..I will not forget."
From outside the tower the gaurd on duty jolted awake from the sound of a pistol being fired.
Like it? Hate it? YES I'M ON A ROLL. No more writers block. Well maybe cause I don't really have to wory about tests for a few weeks or so. I don't know. Please R&R.
Haha..ano ne...Sorry if it was kinda serious...I don't know what's wrong with me.
Adventures of Gothkitty.
Gothkitty: Well everyone we're at chapter 7. Wow. Where's Ratigan you ask? Well..I don't know since I had to hide from him, because he kinda went on a rampage, I guess he was teased as a child so he's suffering from childhood trauma. At least it's better then being dropped on your head.
Basil: Your story is turning into a drama...
Gothkitty: I know...'sobs' Hopefully it'll turn out okay.
Ratigan: 'passes by reading Gothkitty's Japanese text book.' Hajimemashite. Watashi wa Ratigan desu. Dozo yoroshiku. Senkoo wa bungaku desu.
A/N: He said hello. my name is Ratigan nice to meet you. My major is literature.
Gothkitty: Wow...He must be bored...
Dawson: Excuse me..But what does baka chibi neko mean?
Gothkitty: stupid small ca-....'vein pops on her head' Oh he's just asking for it isn't he?! 'grabs kendo stick and smiles sweetly' Oh Professor James Ratigan. Can you help me with an art question please?
In the background you can hear fighting'
Dawson: Er...Do you think we should stop them Basil?
Basil: Hmm...To take on a mountain lion is like asking for a painful death. In otherwords..Let's just leave them to fight this out. Besides it's high time that fiend gets what he deserves.