Alright I haven't seen the first movie from what my friend told me of it Baron had a female counterpart made by Baron's creator. Baron's creator in this story has already passed away but Baron is still very much alive.

The old lady in the story is the creators love/lover and the two of them were separated (I think during World War 2 if not this will be semi AU-ish and be changed to that fact)

Thanks for all your lovely reviews and I will reply to the ones who asked me questions or things they want

chibi-readfreak: thanks ya I admit I left it pretty dry and un-detailed. I am still trying to get used to this fandom of writing honestly. However I will try and add much more detail in this chapter and make it longer.

Ellenlome: Thanks I try to stand out there (I am a drama queen)

The long awaited Chapter two:

Reality

Just as the women was about to speak the words, she was thrown into a coughing fit. The young granddaughter rushed into the room as it started to echo down the halls. Quickly addressing the old woman's needs the younger woman turned to Haru and spoke.

"Please miss wait in the living room." Then without a second glance she turned back thegrandmother.

'No! I have come so close!' Her childish mind screamed out but did what was asked. Haru Paced in the living room her eyebrows furrowed together. Brown strands of hairstuck out wildily from the messy bun ontop of Haru's hair.'Another lead that will turn to a dead end!' The writers mind cursed. 'Why can't I get a break!' With a sigh Haru turned back to see the young woman return.

"How is she?"

"… Not well…but she needs to rest if you could…come back tomorrow? she can not handle visitors today." The grandchild had her hands neatly folded in her front and tried to muster up a kind smile.

"…Alright… Tomorrow." Haru could only say those words meekly and gathered up her things. 'Tomorrow I will have my answers….'

As the young woman stepped out of the small British home, her deep brown eyes could only glance upward to the gloomy sky. 'It's going to rain isn't it?'

Haru sat in her rental car and watched the rain fall from the sky in sheets. Misplaced sun kissed brown locks fell sloppily from the bun held together by a pen. The teal blue and gray work suit showed evidences that the rain storm hit before Haru reached the dry safety of the rental car.
"Guh I hate driving in the rain more so in England." She retorted the empty car. On the passenger side was a small hand bag. In the hand bag was a note pad, pen, and a small wallet that held some spending money. The dash bored of the car was pretty bare after all it was a rental car.

As Haru brushed some of the damp bangs out of her eyes, the other a pale hand reached for the keys to start the car. Once the soft hum of the English car echoed back to the Japanese girl's ears Haru pulled out and started to drive towards the Hotel.

'I wonder…if she has the female version of Baron still….' This thought ran through the girl's mind over and over again. The dream was now a reality and her insanity was now sane it was an odd feeling after all. Pale fingers drummed on the wheel deep in thought and let her subconscious drive the car to the chosen destination.

'If that is the case…it would be like having true love….or finding it right?' That thought made Haru's heart cringe. However she couldn't figure out why after all look at the facts; he is a cat, not just any cat a living statue of a cat, they live in very two different worlds, he is going to live for a very long time- statue? He is a charmer; he could have any girl with just one glance. Her to become anything to him was to say the saying 'when pigs become the next super race and take over the world'

"It's hopeless." The words fell out easily between the thin pink lips. Skillfully Haru parked the car and climbed out into the icy rain. Some how Haru manage not to slip in her high heeled shoes and up the steps to the hotel and with a smile she greeted the door man there.

Now in drenched clothing the young Japanese girl walked to the elevator. While she waited for it to open, Haru sworn in the back of her mind there was a pair of eyes on her. 'Now you're just being paranoid, what they cat king is going to kidnap you again?' But she nearly jumped when the clang of the electronic doors of the elevator opened. 'yes you are being paranoid.'

With a step inside of the dimly light box deep chocolate colored eyes closed. As they doors shut heeled feet took a few steps and chilled fingers pressed the one of many floor buttons. As to make good use of the provided railing Haru leaned against it and watched the countered to the elevator rise to each new floor.

Her teal blue suit was not ruined it had soaked into much water and now plastered itself to the fair skin woman. The pen was lost long ago in the rush to enter the hotel and the now almost black colored strands of hair stuck to the back and sides of her neck. Haru's was a deathly pale expect for the slight blushing red on her cheeks and then at the finger tips.

There was some sort of an annoyance that played a crossed Haru's brown eyes and as she tapped her heeled right foot. "Come on hurry up…." She muttered to herself. "..One more floor to go…..there!" The woman pushed herself off of the railing and waited for the doors to open. As soon as they did Haru was out of there like a ball of lightening.

As if the King of Cats was on her tail once again Haru made her way to the given hotel room. With a flick of her wrist the room key was out and unlocked the door. Then in an even quicker display the ruined suit fell to the ground in a heap and the water for a hot bath started.

A crossed the world, in a place where dreams become real, in a little house located in this place, and within the study of the house sat the orange cat named Baron. He sat behind a grand oak desk scattered with papers and books. Within his hands was a simple piece of paper and typed words on it surface. Orange ears twitched and flattened in frustration as his yellow tinted eyes became narrow slits. It was the newest case they might take on and it seemed just a tad queer. With a tap of a gloved hand Baron studied the piece of paper once again.

Normally a person would come to his door step and ask for help not to send a letter- how a human got a letter here was a question to be asked at a later time. None the less Baron was not one to reject help if it was asked for. Still the request was just strange however now his mind was deiced he would take on this task. He would travel to England.