The group entered the pub and walked into the smoky and noisy din. Basil scanned the area and spotted Ratigan with a few members of the mafia. Each playing a game of poker and drinking fine ale. Grinning he glanced slightly at his friends. "It seems that Ratigan is here tonight, as well as a few of the Yakuza.." Basil gestured to a table near the stage.
Nodding to the others they separated into a group of two. A few of the customers stared at them, suspiciously. Some slyly. Dawson, Saori and Cyric were about to reach their table when a drunk grabbed the spy's hand and pulled her towards him.
"Hey shweetie...Wanna ditch these blokes and have a drink with me and my friendsh?" He slurred. The only response he got was her smiling sweetly, then kneeing him in the groin. The drunk groaned in pain and slumped to the floor, while his friends not too far away laughed uproariously.
Saori turned to Dawson and Cyric still smiling. Dawson looked surprised and Cyric snickered quietly. Again, they walked further into the pub when a voice called them from Ratigan's table.
"Oi, new comers, how about having a drink with us!" The trio walked over to the table where Ratigan, and bunch of cruel looking mice sat. Saori noticed that one who spoke to them was the same mouse who murdered her family. One hand clenched into a fist, while the other reached for the dagger she hid in her skirt pocket.
Cyric noticed and placed a restraining hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with a questioning glare. He responded with firm look that said: ' don't loose your wits'. Saori nodded slightly when he released her shoulder.
"So gypsy, where have you and your friends come from? You three don't seem to be from around here ." Said a suspicious Ratigan to Dawson.
Dawson was about to respond when Cyric cut him off.
"Sorry. He's a mute.." The gypsy noticed Dawson's look of surprise before continuing. "We just arrived from Paris..Thought we fare off better here..." He said, with odd accent. He grasped Saori's hand from under the table.
Kouji; the mafia leader, who was toying with a dagger glanced at Saori in a roguish manner.
"Who's the onna?"
Cyric blinked. Pretending to be surprised.
"I beg your pardon."
"Who's the woman." Said Kouji grinning. The other members also grinned in a sly fashion.
The gypsy tightened his grasp on the spy's hand.
"She's my fiance" Ratigan raised an eyebrow.
"Fiance? So what's your name my dear?"
"Ema" She said in a slightly shaky voice, also oddly accented. Her voice trembled more then she wanted it to, and prayed that Yakuza leader, or Ratigan didn't notice. Unfortunatly they did.
Ratigan smiled a smug smile. He leaned closer to her.
"Do I frighten you Ema?" Saori shook her head.
"No, you don't." He gave her a suspicious glance.
"Then why is your voice trembling?"
"I-" Cyric cut her off.
"She's been ill recently and is still weak." The rat's eyes narrowed slightly.
" I was talking to her, not you...What is your name anyway.?" Cyric grinned a vampire like grin. He was going to enjoy messing with the rat's head.
"Dracul." Was all he said. Ratigan raised an eyebrow.
"Dracul huh? And the old man? Who's he?" Said the rat in annoyance.
"He's Arcas. Ema's uncle on her father's side." The gypsy replied. Ratigan glared at him, and Cyric glared right back.
One of the younger members of the Yakuza then piped up breaking the tension between the two.
" You're gypsys right? Any of you tell fortunes?" The other members at the table glared at the younger mouse who shrugged. "What? I'm just asking."
"I do. I can do palm readings." Said Saori quietly. She seemed to like the younger mouse. He didn't seem as cruel as the others.
The young mouse extended his hands in a excited manner. Saori took them and examined the palm's lines.
"What's your name?" She asked kindly.
" Heiji." Said the mouse, as he watched her examine his palms.
"Well Heiji..From what I can tell...You are to live a long happy life. You are to be married and have two children. Your work line says that somewhere in the near future you are to help someone. I don't know who possibly someone you know."
Heiji grinned.
"Wow...I'm going to get married? Sugoi!!!" The other members just rolled their eyes, and Kouji laid his hands on the table. Saori took them hesitantly and shuddered slightly.
"Your life line says you are to have a short life...No marriage I'm afraid, nor any children. You are to make many accomplishments in the near future, though for good or for bad I can't tell."
Kouji just laughed.
"I'll have a short life eh? Then I guess we better liven things up." He glanced around and spotted a young female mouse carrying a tray of drinks. "Bar maid bring some ale for my friends here and another round for the rest of us!"
Cyric inwardly groaned. He had made a solomn vow that he'd never touch the stuff again. He was about to protest when the bar maid returned and placed a frothy pint of ale infront of him, Saori and Dawson. The three hesitantly sipped from their glasses as the yakuza drank their drinks.
"So you know about us. Who are you guys?" Said Cyric, who looked over his glass at them.
A mouse with a cruel looking scar over his eye smirked drunkedly. The affects of the alcohal already in his system.
"We are the members of the Kyoto Yakuza." Kouji sipped his drink and eyed his comrade, making sure he didn't say the wrong things.
"Really?" Said Cyric in surprised interest. "Have you ever killed anyone?"
The mouse grinned and chortled in his drunken stupor. Cyric noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the leader's pocket.
"Are you kidding me? I've killed many people...Jush last week I killed this old guy who owed us lot o' money...Remember that one boss? Heh..But our boss Kouji here has killed more then all of us together. Well not as much as Mr. Ratigan, but you get my drift. Ey boss, remember that family you killed? Still looking for the lil brats aren't we? Heh...All I know is that when I get my hands on those lil' brats I'm gonna-"
'ENOUGH!' Snapped Kouji in Japanese; who had jumped to his feet and wrenched his dagger underneath the younger mouse's neck. 'Fool!! If you utter one more word of our plans I will personally slice open your stomach, brother or not!!' He hissed, not caring that nearly everyone in the pub was staring at them.
Cyric made his move and snatched the paper from the pocket, once everyone's attention lay on the two brothers.
When the room fell silent, Ratigan noticed people were still staring. He calmly set down his drink and casted everyone in the room a maniac like glare.
"What are you looking at?!!" He snapped. Fearing for their lives everyone in the room went back to what they were doing.
From the other side of the bar Basil and James asked a few of the other customers about the Yakuza. Basil kept a cautious eye on the trio.
"Barkeeper. What do ye know about the foreign group with the large mouse?" Asked Basil in a pirate's accent.
The barkeeper glanced around and whispered quietly. "I've heard that their members of the Japanese Mafia working for Ratigan. I don't know the reason, but I reckon it has to do with have been spreading that their asking people around town if they've seen two young men with a young woman and child. I pity the poor souls of who that monster is looking for...There's also another rumour going around that the Mafia leader has a personal row to pick with the two of the four..Why do you ask?"
Basil shook his head.
"No reason. I just heard it around town and wanted to get at the bottom of it."
The bar keeper only nodded and went back to wiping glasses.
James walked over to Basil's table and sat down.
"Any information?" Basil nodded.
"The mafia leader has a grudge against two of the four of you. I'm guessing Saori and her cousin...And from the sounds of the leader's brother they don't know that the two are at Baker Street."
James grinned in a grim fashion.
"So Ratigan is playing them as fools. Only giving information unless he gets what he wants....Just like the bastard to do such a thing." He said bitterly. "If you ask me I've heard enough rumors and stories to give me a headache!" Basil nodded in agreement.
"I agree. I think it's time we end this charade and leave." A loud crash suddenly emitted from the other side of the room, followed by an arrange of cursing words. "What in the..What the duce is going on now?"
James winced slightly at the loud yells of Japanese and squeals of pain.
"I don't know detective..All I know is that if looks could kill the leader would've slaughtered his entire crew by now...."
The two saw what look like Kouji angrily beating up his brother while throwing punches at any of his crew who dared to stop him. Ratigan stood there on the side with a shocked looking Saori, Dawson, and Cyric. The rat took a long drag from his freshly lit cigarrette, not looking very pleased.
After the leader seemed to cool down he turned his angry gaze at the three new comers and adressed them with his dagger.
"You dare tell a another living soul what you just heard and I'll murder you. Understand?"
The three nodded.
"Arcas, Ema..When I give the signal run, got it?" Whispered Cyric with a grin. Saori gave him a confused look.
"What are you going to do?" His grin grew wider. "You'll see. Now start walking."
Dawson and Saori did as they were told and walked towards the entrance near where James and Basil sat. Cyric nodded again to the still seething leader.
"Don't worry sir. You secret is safe with us." He dropped his odd accent and switched to Japanese. ' That is..If you can catch us! ' He returned his voice to it's normal tone, removed his bandana and bowed gracefully. "I bid thee a good night. You murderous scumbag!"
The Yakuza, including Ratigan stared at the gypsy thunderstruck. Before they could react he produced a smoke capsule from his shirt and threw it to the ground. It exploded on impact causing smoke fill the small area. Hidden behind the smoke screen Cyric ran, grabbed a shocked Dawson and Saori and rushed out the door followed by Basil and James.
Once the smoke cleared, and Ratigan had found his voice; he began to angrily shout orders at the mafia, as well as Kouji who made orders of his own.
Adventures of Gothkitty
Gothkitty: Hello again. Well...It seems that the weather is finally turning chilly...FINALLY!! Before that we had muggy southern winds..Or what we call here..Kona weather. Yeah, warm breezes 80 something degees...Ah the joys of living in the pacific.....Which reminds me...How can you wear long sleeves in 80 something degrees?
Ratigan: Would it be better if I wore a normal shirt?
Gothkitty: 'imagines him in a tank top and board shorts lying on a beach towl at Waikiki Beach sipping iced tea' HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Ratigan: What?
Gothkitty: You wearing a tank top and board shorts 'snort' HAHAHA!!!
Ratigan: Why would I wear such things?
Gothkitty: Don't know. It'll be interesting if you started talking pidgen...like 'Eh Brah! I'm gonna cockaroach one pencil. Okay?' Or something like that. On second that I better shut up or I'll get major bachi...
(A/N: Hehehe...It means I'm going to borrow a pencil. Bachi is like karma. Like if you do something smartaleck and it comes back to haunt you. That happened to my mom. We were watching Snow White, and mom was baking cookies. She began to sing 'I'm wishing' and the cookies burned because she forgot about them.. That's bachi. LOL!)