Rath- Hello! Rath Set-Seraph here!
Set- Yes, we are. We just typed this on a whim, but have fun any way. *bows*
Rath- Enjoy. *bows*
We don't happen to own Pet Shop of Horrors-"Dammit, I hate this. Why is it so hot in April?" Leon asked himself, tossing around his bottle of water. He hated how his jeans clung to his skin in the heat and how his hair refused to behave and stay in its ponytail. A frown was sewn on his tanned face that has beaded sweat decorating it. He stopped for a moment to drink his water, rather enjoying the tasteless liquid that filled his mouth, but then he stopped to glance at it. It looked too inviting to just let it remain in the bottle. With a quick sweeping movement of his arm, he poured the contents onto his head, letting it drip down his face and neck, soon making its way to his blue t-shirt. It felt refreshing at first, but the heat from the sun warmed it all to fast and soon enough he was back to feeling as miserable as ever. He grumbled and continued to trudge on down the sidewalk.
His mood brightened slightly as a sign reading "Count D" came into sight. Though he himself was one not too fond of Count D himself (if that was his true name), his shop always meant a drink, food and some interesting conversation. Perhaps sometimes even a case that would a. earn him some extra cash to solve it and b. put that strange Asian man where he deserved to be; in prison.
"He'd better not go nuts on me, again." Leon thought, recalling how the heat last affected D. " I swear I will never figure out why the hell he was talking about turtles being saved and partying all night with women. He doesn't seem like the type, but who knows." He mumbled aloud, shrugging, which did reward him with a few odd stares from by-standers.
He paused before opening the door, putting his head by it to see if he could hear any suspicious voices. Silence, well, that was a good sign… Mostly… Leon opened the door, and then came in, announcing his arrival.
" Hello? D? Where are yaw? Its firkin' hot as hell out there!" Count D's voice was not to be heard. He looked around the room and saw no one. Nothing at all, not even the flying rabbit. He walked around to the front of the sofa where he saw the teacups and tea ready for two quests. He took another step and heard a crunch beneath his foot. He looked down to see a broken teacup and several shards of porcelain stuck to the sole of his shoe.
He held the still-intact-cup on that stood on the table and stuck his finger in, the tea was cold. What ever had happened, it happened probably a few hours ago. Leon looked around then stopped and strained his ears for any sound he could pick up with no avail. He watched the room for a moment than decided he'd better go look for any sign of life that could be there. He walked behind the screen and saw nothing. The numerous doors that led away from the room caught his eye suddenly.
"Let's see what's behind this one!" He snapped open the door and saw nothing but a few brooms. He tried the next door. Cat food. And the next and the next and the next and the next. There was nothing worth his while behind any of them. He growled in his frustration. He had one more door before he had to try the hallways… Hell that would take a while.
He swiftly opened the door and felt a blast of unexpected cool air. Strange… He thought. Where would the air come from? There was no visable vents or windows. Only a few kimonos and an aou dai. He walked into the closet and rapped on the walls, checking and checking until he came to a small switch.
"Aha, you little bastard you…" He smiled to himself. He flipped it and waited for a miraculous trap door to open up, but then the light came on. He yelled and slammed his fist against the wall and stomped his foot as hard as he could. He suddenly yelped as the floor gave way and the wall in front of him slid to show another room.
That was impossible he thought. He stepped out of the closet and looked at where the room should be, but instead of a wall, there was a hallway. That was impossible. There should be some sign that there was another room there.
He walked back into the closet and ran into the room, eyes darting around for danger. It was cool inside the room with a black-framed window and white bed with drapery surrounding it. Pale tan tiles ran across the floor. A large red chair sat besides a dark wood Asian style vanity. The walls held a large tapestry of Count D in a traditional Chinese Emporer's clothing. Leon took a step to further inspect it.
" D must make more money than I thought to have something as gaudy as this…" He stopped and looked out the windows. There was an abundant garden outside with a cool breeze. He was shocked. There could be no such thing in China town… An incense burner caught his attention. That was it. That was why he was seeing things! He went over and took a light whiff but caught nothing from the jade incense burner. A darkness with in the bed was seen through the corner of his eye… It had to be a person.
Who was this person though? Perhaps D could be charged with kidnapping, yes, then his shop would most certainly be closed down. Nodded Leon. Without hesitation he jerked apart the curtain.
It was Count D. He lay there unmoving, not breathing. His mis-matched eyes were wide open as he lay there. D was always pale so it mattered not to look at is skin to see if he bore the lightness of death… Leon slowly put his finger on D's neck to try and feel a pulse. There was none.
Rath- Okay, well you'll have to find out the rest in the next chap! Thank you for reading and have a nice day. Ja ne.
Set- Indeed. Later.