Back at the lair Cyric sneezed and woke up. Immediately he jumped off the cot he was lying on and began to panic.
"Oh crap. Where the hell am I? W-wait a sec..I'm back at the lair..When the hell did I get back?"
He immediately regretted standing up as a pounding headache and nausea hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Ow..What the hell happened..."
"Welcome to the land of the living Sleeping Beauty."
The gypsy turned around to see James leaning against the cell's bars with Hikaru peaking from behind him.
"What happened?"
The pirate looked surprised.
"You don't remember what happened?"
Cyric laid back down and put a hand over his eyes.
"Do I want to know?" He asked in a worried tone.
"Lets just say you had one too many and did the impossible...You don't remember do you?"
"Remember that I have a pounding headache? I remember giving Saori the letter..I tried to confess, but the detective showed up before I could..He didn't see me so don't worry..Ah..I got sad/ pissed at myself went to the pub by the docks and had a mug of rum..The rest is kind of blurry...Wait a minute...I remember..I went to Baker Street..and.."
The gypsy bolted up and went wide eyed. James grinned.
"Oh crap..Oh...Damn the hells to alcohol!! She is going to kill me! Knowing her and knowing me she probably took it as a joke!"
James patted Cyric on the shoulder.
"Don't worry mate...Atleast you did tell her in..some way of confession..."
"From what I told you and....Wait...What exactly happened when you found me?"
The pirate put on a chesire cat like smile and chuckled.
"Well let's see..It's nearly seven at night now...Around two Hikaru and I got worried that something happened to you..So I went around town and asked if they saw a mouse wearing a dark cloak...Then I found you lying in a alley way singing 'The Parting Glass' in a voice that could've raised the dead....
'Flashback'
James walked through the back alleyways. He felt slightly uncomfortable being around the high classed memebers of society, who were on outings with family or shopping. His clothes also didn't help him. He was dressed in a old long sleeved shirt, dark maroon slacks and soft brown leather boots.
The pirate forced himself to ignore his uneasyness and asked a few of the outers. None had seen such a mouse. No sooner did he ask the last person, when loud, slurred singing came from behind a bunch of human crates.
James looked around the large boxes of wood and was greeted with the sight of Cyric siting against the wall singing his heart out.
Oh, all the money that 'ere I spent
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that 'ere I did
alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
to memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass,
good night and joy be with you all!
The pirate stared incrediously at the young gypsy.
"What in the name all things holy happened to you?!"
Cyric looked up and grinned, his eyes slightly unfocused.
"What're yoush talking about James? I'm fiiiine....Hehehe....I went to shee Shaori a while back...I told her and kissed her. Hehehe you owe me Mr. Pink elephant...What do you mean you don't exshisht?! You're standing right there..." Demanded the gypsy who began to grope at the air infront of him.
James meanwhile seemed slightly freaked out by the younger mouse's manner. Sighing he walked over to his friend and put the mouse's arm over his shoulder to brace the gypsy.
"Okay mate, you're obviously smashed beyond comprehension, so I'm taking you back to the lair."
"Whatsh? Already? James why don't you shing with me? Oh, all the money that 'ere I spe-" James smacked the youner mouse over the head with his free paw.
"If you sing as much as one more syllable I'm going to punch you. Savvy?" The gypsy giggled at this.
"Aww comeon..My shinging ain't that bad...Jush one shong?" Begged a drunk Cyric.
"No."
Cyric was about to say something when the affects of the alcohol took over his brain, rendering him unconcious.
The pirate groan in anguish.
"Great...Just great. You're lucky you're so light mate!" With that James slung the gypsy over his shoulder and hopped into a open drain.
End of Flashback
Cyric turned bright red with embarassment.
"I see....James, remind me never ever to drink anything with alchohal in it...Okay?"
"Ahem."
A figure then appeared out of the gloom of the dungeon. Ratigan walked towards the trio, with a unhappy look.
"Your little girlfriend has just sent me a note saying that that idiot detective re-opened your and that little imp's case!"
"He what?" Said Cyric shocked. "Wait a sec. Girlfriend? Saori isn't my girlfriend."
Ratigan grinned smuggly.
"From what I've heard you made a fool of yourself, by barging into her room...She probably thinks of you as a idiotic moron by now." Cyric's features darkened.
"How did you know that? How far have you've been spying on her?!"
Ratigan seemed unfased by the mouse's sudden personality change.
"Far enough to know that she isn't an idiot to not follow directions." Cyric clenched his paws into fists.
"You sick-" James placed a restraining hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Have I hit a nerve Durril?"Asked The Napoleon of Crime mockingly. The gypsy's paws clenched harder until he felt warm blood flow from his palm.
"No? Then I bid the three of you goodnight...."
Ratigan walked back up the dim hallway, all the while smirking to himself. After the criminal master mind was fully out of the dungeon, Cyric yanked his shoulder away from the pirate's grasp and angrily stalked up the passage way.
"Oi! Where are you going?" Asked James, worried about his friend's attitude.
"I'm going to apologize. And mangle whoever is giving the rat his information! And don't you dare tell about the consequences! I'll be back in a few hours."
Hikaru, who was still hiding behind James looked at the gypsy's retreating figure worriedly. James placed a gentle hand on her head
"It'll be alright. He just needs to blow off some steam."
Adventures of Gothkitty
A/N: Dear minna. I have decided to make the adventures of gothkitty in regular format, so I don't have my site terminated. I have no idea how many warnings you get, but to be on the safe side this is what's going to happen. Sorry for the inconvinience.
New York
Ratigan got off the taxi infront of the theater that CATS played.
A/N: Dear minna...Unfortunately I have never been to that theater in New York...So forgive me if it's not correct.
The Napoleon of Crime walks in and towards the front desk. The desk clerk nearly fainted at the sight of a 6 and a half foot rat walking towards her.
"May I help you sir?" Ask the scared desk lady.
The rat smiled.
"Yes. I would like to talk to Mr. Macavity."
The woman behind the desk gave him a perturbed look.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I-"
Ratigan was immediately grabbed by the tail, causing him to be dragged backwards.
"I'm sorry miss. He's uh...My imaginary friend. Yeah..That's it..Hehe..'whispers' He kinda has a early alzimers disease..Sad ne? Sorry for the trouble."
"What are you doing?!" Demanded Ratigan as he was being dragged out of the theater.
"Okay first of all I didn't explain to you that Macavity is a fictional book character. Secondly the charater Macavity is played by various different guys in furry leotard suits and wigs! Thirdly I thought you'd have figured that out, since your the freaken criminal genius!! And finally! You are going to pay back all the money that you took out of my bank account. Okay?"
Ratigan tugged his tail back and stared down at her.
"And if I don't?"
The little cat girl only gave him a wide grin. In more terms a wide evil grin.
"AWWW IT'S SOOO CUTE! I want a puppy like that..." Squealed Amber as the three girls and one large rat watched Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.
Gothkitty laughed as Mr. Herriman freaked out at the sight of dog hair on the window sill couch. Ratigan glared at the screen vehmenently.
Sara looked up at Ratigan who was sitting next to her.
"What's wrong rat man? Annoyed of the puppy's cuteness?" Ratigan turned a deep pink.
"For the thousandth time! I am NOT a rat!!" Sara raised a eyebrow.
"But your name has rat in it..." Ratigan clenched his hands as if he was going to strangle her.
"Ahem." Gothkitty cleared her throat and held up a cd.
Ratigan angrily folded his arms and glared at the tv screen. Sara on the other hand grinned.
A/N: Yeah...that's it. Amber and Sara are characters from the fic Nani aka what the beep is going on and why mondays are evil and the computer from hell. Please R&R. Hehe. The episode mentioned here is the latest one 'Who let the dogs in' I want to make a shirt with Perrito on it...if only I can find a picture..On the cd is of Ratigan singing along to the card captor sakura opening "catch you, catch me" Hehehehe.
Please R&R