Sorry. I made a tiny misprint. The last chapter was chapter 7, and I said it was chapter 6..Sorry. And to Mouse Avenger, neko means cat.
Current music line up: Denwa shite Darling (adventures of the mini-goddess), Another World (Gackt), Rage your dreams (move), and Nee ( Aya Matsuura)
Hikaru had traveled through the dank hallway for nearly 20 minutes and shivered slightly, wishing she had brought the cloak with her. Soon a small stream of ligh was seen and voices were heard on the otherside of the tunnel. Quietly she made her way towards the small hole that the light was coming through and peeked inside.
After her viision cleared she saw that the room was richly furnished. Deep red curtains lined the walls, expensive chairs and table made of mahogany wood sat in the middle of the large area and a bed with white sheets and wine colored comforter was at one side, that sat upon a elegent black chinese style rug. In other words this was Ratigan's room.
(a/n: Haha...I'm sorry, but I would think the guy had expensive taste for furnishings.)
The Napoleon of Crime's large, towering figure came in to view as he stood by the expensive table with a happy look on his face. She also noticed both Cyric and James were there.
"Excellent...The plan is now set in motion. Tonight we rob the London Bank...Hehehe..That'll get that second rate detective's attention! He'll never suspect a thing, until it's too late. Oh revenge will be sweet."
Gleefully he rubbed his hands together. Cyric coughed softly,
"Sir if you don't need us anymore, can we leave?"
"Yes, yes of course. The two of you will be here tonight, doing your job of watching Hiragawa's 'adorible' little cousin. And if I find out that the two of you are devising a plan to escape, you'll know what will happen." Said the Professor in a slightly dangerous tone.
The two bowed slightly and walked out of the room.
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From behind the wall Hikaru grinned and ran back to her cell, eager to show the pirate and gypsy her new discovery.
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After leaving the Napoleon of Crime's room the two friends made their way to the dungeons, with James seething and muttering dark things under his breath.
"Smug rat, thinks he can threaten a pirate captain. If I still had my pistol I'd have done away with him a long time ago.."
"You mean ex-captain" reminded Cyric in a optomistic tone. James glared at his friend.
"You're not making my blood pressure any better mate. " Cyric grinned, while James looked like he was going to slug the gypsy.
"Ah I give up. Can't tell if you're messing with my head or if you're enjoying my pain. Wait a minute. Where are you going? You're not going to leave me alone with a pyromaniac delinquent all day are you?" Asked the pirate as Cyric began to walk towards the drain grid.
"Of course not. If I did she'd have hog tied you to the cell bars before you could finish singing 'God Save the Queen'. I'm just going to give Hikaru's letter to Saori. It shouldn't take me more then a few hours."
James grinned, and Cyric decended into the drain.
"Make sure you tell her how you feel!" The gypsy gave the pirate a look before closing the grid with a snap.
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Saori, Dawson and Basil walked through the market area of London. Mrs. Judson had sent out the spy to do some grocery shopping, since she had to leave that day for Sussex to visit a sick relative and wouldn't be returning until the following week. Dawson and Basil, however were on a mission to find a birthday gift for Oliva Flaversham.
After the the incident with the doll, Dawson steered away from the idea of buying the precocious child one, and was clear out of ideas; as well as Basil. And since the spy was going out Dawson thought of the idea of asking her to go shopping with them in order to get a girl's opinion on a gift.
"So what is Olivia like?" Asked Saori as she inspected a apple slice from a fruit cart.
"She's a very sweet child. Brave when need be, and out going." Replied Dawson. Basil grinned.
"And don't forget a high sense of curiosity. As I recall Ms. Flaversham almost got us killed in that toy shop."
Saori nearly dropped the apple piece she was handing to the cart owner. She knew the girl's name sounded familar.
When Ratigan held Hiram Flaversham hostage, she felt sorry for the inventor and brought him a snack the night before the Jubilee.
"She sounds like a handful."
Basil laughed. "Indeed she is. But she's a good girl."
Saori was about to pay for the apple piece when a cloaked figure bumped into her, snatching the purse out her hands and bolting into the crowded street.
"Hey my purse! Come back here!"
Forgetting her role as a housemaid she ran after the culprit in hot pursuit leaving the two friends in slight shock. Basil who was first to recover, shook his head and chuckled. The doctor was slightly taken back by his friend's action.
"Basil I don't see what's so funny about this. Ms. Fitzpatrick's purse has just been stolen and we're letting her go after the fiend alone." The detective smilled.
"Ah but you forget my dear Dawson. She's martial artist and if I'm correct, a highly skilled one at that. We better track her down, before the fiend gets more then a black eye."
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"Stop! Give me back my purse you jerk!"
Saori tiredlessly ran after the pickpocket shouting at him to stop, mud was now splattered on the hem of her skirt from running through puddles. She chased him into a secluded part of the market and lost him in the maze of buildings. Soundlessly she slowly walked through an alley way and strained her ears for a sound of footsteps. And without warning she was grabbed from behind.
Out of sheer reflex the slammed her elbow into her attacker's gut and flipped him over her back, earning a groan from the now winded mouse. Saori immediately snatched her purse out of the mouse's hands and yanked the hood off of it's head to reveal Cyric who had a mixture of pain and humor on his face. Saori's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"Oh my god. Cyric you..You!" The gypsy burst out laughing, all the while clutching his stomach.
"Hahahahaha! You should've seen the look on your face. You were so determined to track me down! I can't believe you fell for it!" Cyric continued to laugh as he tried to stand up. Saori angrily smacked him on the shoulder.
"I can't believe you did that. You damn baka yaro!"
"Oh come on. It wasn't that bad. It could've been worse. I could've gone to Baker Street and recite bad poetry under your window sill. Anyway...Hikaru says 'hi', and here is one of your weekly letters."
Cyric handed the spy the letter. Opening it she read it to herself and giggled slightly, all anger forgotten.
"I see that Hikaru's going to be the death of the rat. I just hope she doesn't go too far...I mean in making him upset."
"Don't worry...James and I will make sure she doesn't" Said the gypsy reasuringly. Saori snorted.
"Sure...The last time that happened she mangaed to lure you guys into the wine cellar."
Cyric put on a look of mock defense.
" It wasn't our fault! She's just too fast."
Saori raised an eyebrow. "Says the 19 year old who is blaming it on a 10 year old."
Cyric rolled his eyes.
"The Professor, is planning to break into the London Bank tonight. Lucky for James and I we're staying behind to watch Hikaru. The rat's hoping that this would attract the detective's attention."
"And if it doesn't?"
" I'm guessing he'll do some other meaningless crime. I think his mind is not there as it used to be." Mused the gypsy.
"His mind always wasn't there. That's why people thinks he's psycho." Said Saori in a matter of fact type of voice.
Cyric laughed softly, his expression warm.
"Saori...You don't have to do this you know? It's not too late for us to leave. You, me, Hikaru and James. We can leave tonight and live somewhere else."
She gave him a look of slight frustration.
"Cy-."
"No. Listen. If we leave and disappear, he wouldn't be able to find us. We would be able to live our lives without fear." He gently grasped her shoulders.
"For how long? Cyric he has connections probably all over the world, where would we be safe? I don't want us to run in fear all our lives." Said the spy with a tinge of sadness in her voice. The gypsy hugged her in reasurance.
" I know...I just can't stand seeing you sad anymore. This job is eating you up inside..And don't try to deny it. Hikaru told me so.."
The spy laughed slightly. Her cousin had a knack for understanding people's feelings. She returned the hug.
Cyric remembered James's words and took a deep breath. Once again he grasped the girl by the shoulders and looked at her.
"Saori..."
"Yes?" The gypsy began to blush.
"There's something I gotta tell you.."
She nodded in response. Cyric took another deep breath.
"I lo-"
"Ms. Fitzpatrick!"
Cyric nearly jumped out of his skin. Thinking of a good excuse he ruffled her hair, said 'see you later' and took off into alleyway. Basil and Dawson entered the small area to find the spy staring into space with a look of confusion on her face.
"My dear are you alright?" Saori noticed Dawson, who had a hand on her shoulder. Smiling she nodded.
"I'm fine. I got my purse back. Sorry if I worried you two, but I don't think that pickpocket will be hurting anyone for a long time..Um..Why don't we finish the groceries later and find Oliva her gift. Okay?"
Quickly she walked out of the area, leaving Dawson wondering if he had said something wrong. Basil on the other hand took her quick reply into thought. The girl was acting very peculiar, as if she were hiding something important. The detective remembered the crime that had happened earlier that morning. Some how the pieces of the puzzle were coming together. And it seemed that the young house maid was somehow connected with Mr. Ian Chang's crime.
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At a local pub near the docks Cyric sipped a mug of rum. He was angry with himself that he couldn't tell her. He knew already that she liked him, but he wanted to hear it for himself. A figure sat infront of him.
The heafty female mouse who's husband ran the bar gave the gypsy a odd look.
(A/N: you know the female mouse who gave Basil and Dawson the drugged drinks? Yep.)
"Hey Ric you look like a mouse who just lost everything he had. What's bugging you love?"
Cyric looked up from his mug.
"Hey Heather....I'm just loathing in self pity, don't mind me.....I'm trying to find a way to tell Saori how I feel about her...yet I'm just to nervous to tell her...Then there's the issue of you know who finding out and making our lives more miserable."
Heather grimiced slightly.
"Well love...I can tell you one thing. We women like poetry...(A/N: I don't care what people say about that being a sterotypical thing. If the guy I liked recited poetry to me, heck I'd be happy.).I've met the girl and she seems like a sweet person. .As for you know who I wouldn't dare give information..You know more about him then me...And careful with that rum. You're still a minor and I don't want you making a mess in my bar, you hear me?"
Cyric raised a hand slightly.
"Loud and clear."
"Good. You take care of yourself and those two girls now." The bar maid patted the gypsy on the shoulder and went back to the bar counter to retrieve more drinks for the other customers.
Cyric began to feel the bitterness cut into his tastebuds, as well as the affects of the alcohol and set the mug down. Placing a few coins on the table he put his cloak around him and left the bar.
Like it hate it? Yes...It's kinda becoming a drama...Which is scaring me. I'm falling asleep at the keyboard...ZZZZZ. Tell me what you think. Please R&R
Adventures of Gothkitty
Ratigan: 'Sitting on the couch with a ice pack on his head.' I will get you for this...
Gothkitty: Why are you mad? You're the one that started it. Which reminds me. Someone else is sharing the name 'The Napoleon of Crime."
Ratigan: Who?
Gothkitty: Macavity...A cat..Here read the poem. 'hands him the 'T.S Elliot's book for practical cats.'
Ratigan: So?
Gothkitty: 'Shrugs' Don't know I thought you'd be interested. Oh and by the way...Macavity could probably give you a run for your money. Literally. Ja. 'hums a tune and walks out of the room.'
Ratigan: Hmm...'starts to read the poem.'
Gothkitty: And knowing him ladies and gents, he'll watch the video. Hmmm...Isn't literature fun?