Hey guys. Not much is going on...
Information non-related to the fic...I'm sooo freaken scyched about this upcoming April. Hawaii is finally having it's first ever anime con. The Kawaii-kon. I'm also going to cosplay as Sakura from card captor sakura. It's the winter uniform. 'dances around with joy'
I'm now listening to Andrew Lloyd Webber's the Phantom of the Opera. God I love that CD!! I wish we'd get more broadway plays here...Guess I'll have to wait till Dec when the movie comes out...
Later on I'll put up information about Saori's brother....That is when he's introduced. Hehehehe.
Cyric hopped off a carriage as it passed by 221 Baker Street. The gypsy kept a low profile and silently stalked to the back of the building where a large oak tree stood. Above him he heard someone sneeze slightly. Looking up be saw a mouse wearing a dark cloak; sitting on a lower branch that over looked the bedrooms.
"Well well...Who'd have thought the rat would be getting his information from a peeping tom..." Mused Cyric, who started to climb the tree.
Stealthly he used the bark's grooves to help him up, and silently hid behind the culprit.
"Don't you know spying into people's windows is a crime?"
The mouse jumped in surprise and nearly fell off the branch he was sitting on. Cyric grabbed the culprit by the back of his cloak and forcefully led him down the tree. Once on soft ground Cyric slammed the mouse against the hard bark causing the cloak's hood to faulter.
"I should have known it was you Bernard! So you're the one who's been giving Ratigan his information! Why are you spying on Saori?!"
"The professor sent me here, to make sure your little girlfriend didn't screw up and warn the detective! And of course tell him other things, that she might have 'forgotten' to say!" Said Bernard almost mockingly. Cyric's eyes narrowed.
"Then why send her at all if he doesn't trust her?! Why couldn't he have just send some assassin to capture him?! Tell me!"
Bernard narrowed his eyes. "Why should I tell you?"'
Without a word the gypsy produced a dagger from his belt and placed it against the mouse's ear.
"If you don't you'll loose a ear." Replied Cyric in a dangerous tone.
Bernard noticed that he wasn't kidding and stayed calm, eventhough he started to sweat bullets.
"You really don't get it do you? Have you ever wondered why he is really doing this in the first place? Why he so willingly took the three of you in?"
"He's doing this to get back at the detective over some incident." Bernard smirked.
"It's not as simple as it seems gypsy...Don't worry you'll know soon enough.."
Cyric responded to the comment by putting pressure on the knife that was pressed against Bernards ear.
"Enough with your guesses...Just tell me why he's doing this!" Growled the gypsy through gritted teeth.
Bernard's smirk dropped when he felt a small tricle of blood fall down his cheek. Immediately he began to bawl like a baby.
(A/N: What a idiotic sped. Ne? Thank you Megana. You taught me a new word...Which is kinda sad...I'm almost 20 and I don't know many bad words...ah well...Yes I'm almost 20 and I write fanfiction and watch cartoons....Geeze I need a life...)
"OW! STOP! Okay I'll tell you! Just stop you're killing me ear!!!!!!!" Bernard's voice screamed in a shrilly high pitched voice. "Th-The Professor he-he has friends from out of country..I don't know who, but they're a powerful group!!!"
"What does this have to do with Saori?" Asked Cyric non too gently. Bernard let loose a girly like scream when the knife pressed harder.
"E-everything! This group wanted something of her family's! They would've gone for her brother, but he was already dead in Afganastan before they could get to him!!!"
Inside 221 1/2 Baker street Saori looked up from washing the dishes, she swore she heard someone scream. Shrugging she continued her chore when the sound was heard again.
Saori wiped her hand on the apron she wore, took the spare key from the broom closet, grabbed a broom for protection and cautiously went outside. She shivered slightly in the cool breeze and made her way to the back of the building. Voices were immediately heard.
When she got closer she noticed two figures. The spy's eyes nearly popped out of her head, when she noticed the mouse being pressed against the tree with a knife to his ear was Bernard. Rolling her eyes she gripped the broom handle tighter and moved slowly towards the two ready to clobber the crying mouse's assalant, that is until she heard his voice.
"What are you saying? That Ratigan is friends with the Japanese mafia?!"
Saori's eyes narrowed and she grinned.
"Oh Cyric..."
Cyric froze and slowly looked behind him. He nearly peed in his pants at the sight of a very pissed off Saori weilding a broom.
"Saori...It's not what you thi- OW!!" The gypsy placed a paw on the lump that formed between his ears.
Bernard found the opportune moment to make a run for it and let loose a very high pitched girly scream when a dagger whiz passed his wounded ear.
"Damn I missed." Seethed Cyric, before he was dealted another blow, this time to the shoulder.
"Saori knock it off! Listen I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or mess with your head on purpose. I was drunk and not in my right mind! Whatever I said to you I ment truthfully!!"
The spy stopped in midswing with a look of surprise on her face.
"What?"
Cyric placed a hand on the back of his neck in embarassment. "I wanted to tell you but I couldn't find the courage...I didn't mean for it to be like that....I'm sorry.."
Saori looked at the ground ashamed.
"No I should be the one appologising...After all the years we've known eachother I jumped to conclusions..I should have known better that you'd never joke around with such a subject." She looked up at the gypsy with a hopeful look. "So you really like me?"
Cyric gave her a look.
"Of course! Do you really think I'd have put a dagger to Bernard's ear if I didn't? Though the jerk deserves the treatment anyway..."
Saori laughed slightly and blushed. "Actually..I like you too."
Cyric grinned widely.
"Really?" She nodded shyly.
The gypsy gave a loud whoop and scooped the surprised girl, (who had dropped the broom a wihle back) into his arms and twirled her around. (A/N: Hmmm..That sounds a bit odd.)
. A moment later he gently set her down and looked into her eyes. Stroking her cheek lightly with his thumb, he leaned down and kissed her.
(A/N: GAH! I get really embarassed when I have to write these romance secnes....Can't stop grinning for some strange reason...Hopefully no one will look at me weird....)
The distant sound of Basil and Dawson talking interrrupted their moment. Saori glanced behind her for a second and gently removed herself from Cyric's embrace. He gave her a look of slight dissapointment.
"I have to go...I'll see you later on..." Said Saori, who returned the look.
Cyric nodded and bowed.
"Adieu, for another time sweet maid."
The spy giggled as he bowed again and took off into the dimmly lighted street. Sighing she picked up the broom from the ground and quietly walked back into the kitchen. From the room she heard Basil and Dawson discussing the files they recently got from Mouseland Yard.
"The files say exactly what I've told you Dawson. It may have been impossible five years ago to crack this case, but we have an advantage."
Basil produced a sheathed katana and a small wooden tube from the grandfather clock.
" Are those the items, Mrs. Lancer gave you?" Basil opened the tube and handed the scroll to Dawson.
"Indeed they are. She said they were Mr. Hiragawa's father's last sword he ever made, and the scroll is the directions to make it..The family had four children. Two of them were their own. The eldest was a boy and the youngest was a girl. The other two were a friend's and the other was Mr. Hirigawa's second youngest sister's...I say Dawson are you feeling alright? You look rather pale."
Dawson whose paws were shaking, removed his glasses.
"A son did you say?" Basil nodded slowly, a confused expression on his face.
"Did you know them Dawson?" The doctor shook his head.
"No I didn't, but while I was in Afganastan I did treat a young man with the same last name...Tell me what was the boy's name?"
Basil glanced at the files.
"...His name was Aidan." Dawson gave his friend a shocked look. "Dawson...Is there something you're not telling me?"
"As I said before I treated a young man by the name of Aidan Hirigawa...You see Basil...He was striving to be a doctor like myself...He was a bright lad, and a kind hearted one at that. One night our camp was ambushed by some of the locals who were angry at us for invading their home, most were the relatives of the people killed during the war...Anyway the boy helped many of the other soilders to safety, never thinking once of his own...The boy took a bullet to the chest and lower hip...I treated him as well as I could, unfortunately he died from his wounds...Before he died he gave me this and his address."
Dawson reached into his pocket and produced a small silver ring on a chain.
"He said if I ever returned to England, to give it to his younger sister Saori....I don't know what it's significance..But he said it was an extremely important item. After the incident with Ratigan I went to the address he gave me and found out that the family was murdered. But never in a million years would I have matched the murder to this one...."
Inside the kitchen Saori silently sobbed on floor. Her family was never notified of her brother's death, because of the incident that occured. Shakily she picked herself off the floor and went up stairs. When she reached her room she flopped herself onto the bed and curled up into a ball.
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"Basil? Basil!"
"Hmm? What is it Dawson?" Said Basil who's attention was on the kitchen door.
"Is anything the matter? You've been looking at the door for a while now."
The detective looked at his friend, an odd expression on his face.
"Dawson...Have you ever thought that Ms Fitzpatrick is not telling the whole truth of who she is?"
Dawson thought for a moment before shrugging.
"Not really. But now that you mention it she was acting rather odd today..."
"Yes I've noticed that too...For example, when we caught up to her after she got her purse back from that thief she seemed...How do you say..Rather nervous..As if she was hiding something. There's another thing that strikes me odd.."
"What's that?" Asked Dawson who poured himself a cold cup of tea.
"When Mrs. Lancer came by she said that Ms. Fitzpatrick reminded her a lot of Saori Hiragawa...I didn't believe her a first but then she gave me this picture."
Basil handed Dawson the old photograph.
"They look similar...Basil you're not suggesting that Ms. Fitzpatrick is taking into hiding here are you?"
"It could be a possibility Dawson....You see Saori's mother's name is the same as Ms. Fitzpatrick, and of course the girl looks exactly like the one in the photograph." Dawson placed the photo onto the tea table.
"So what you're saying is that Ms. Fitzpatrick is really Saori Hiragawa...But what about the other two children?"
"Maybe we should ask Ms. Hirigawa about that...And if possible she could probably tell us what happened the night of her family's death." Replied Basil as he stood up from his chair.
"You're not going to question the poor girl now are you?" Asked Dawson worriedly. Basil shook his head.
"Of course not. She's probably asleep by now..Maybe tomorrow. Good night Dawson." Said the detective as he walked toward's the kitchen.
The doctor smiled at his friend. "Night Basil."
Well...Another end to another chapter...Yes the plot is getting there...Slowly but getting there...Please R&R. Oh and please tell me what you think....Domo Arigatou Gozaimasu!