Gah! sorry guys for not updating sooner, I've had a few things that needed to be done. Here's the second chapter of this crossover!
Don't own Pet Shop of Horrors or any recognisable characters, places or objects.
The silence stretched tightly between Leon, the Count and Chris. Leon suddenly burst out laughing.
"Oh ho ho ho! That's rich, hahaha! I thought you were wack D, but this takes the cake!" He clutched his belly in his mirth.
"I'm not kidding Leon…Shangren!" with a majestic sweep of his wand, he had Leon dangling seven feet in the air. Chris yelped in surprise and Leon shouted more startled obscenity.
"Get me down! Agghhhh! Holy wack, what the fuck am I doing up here?" Leon tried to untangle himself from a non-existent rope, writhing his whole body to free himself. Chris yelped in horror as D laughed pleasantly and gently placed Leon back onto the sedan.
"Do you believe me now, Leon?" Leon looked up at him with huge terrified eyes.
"What the hell did you put in the tea, D?" Leon gasped.
"The Count didn't put anything in big bro, I made the tea!" Chris cried, squeezing Pon-Chan hard. Leon looked at the young boy and the struggling racoon back to the androgynous Chinese man.
"I can't find this easy to believe…though it explains a lot." He frowned, "c'mere, give me that stick." He pointed to D's wand. D looked alarmed for a second and then handed it over to the police officer.
"Don't break it." D warned. Leon shrugged, turning the stick over in his hands. Raising it over his head he yelled.
"ALLAKAZAM!" and pointed it at a bookcase. Nothing happed except one small spark flew out the end, "hey look, I did magic." Leon grinned. D looked very worried.
"It's amazing how you managed to take magic so casually."
"Yeah, I guess it comes with my job; not acting so surprised…I mean a lesbian is put into the clink because she shot her gay husband who was sleeping with the one-tit man down the street…I can accept you have some spooky things up your sleeve," he shrugged again, as Chris came to sit beside him, "so this thing ain't no acupuncture needle."
"No. Each wand is special and unique. My wand for example is Ebony, 10 inches, Kirin hair…mind you this isn't my first wand." D mused.
"Gah! There are others! How many wands do you have?" Leon cried.
"Only one. As I said, I had one before," said D, watching Chris pick up the wand. The boy waved it silently and jabbed it at a teacup which blew up to a massive size. Chris yelped and the wand clattered to the floor, "It seems your brother has the potential to become a wizard…" D smiled, picking up the ebony wand. The blonde cop had turned a ghostly white.
"Oooohhrr," he groaned, "I don't think I can handle much more of this. I bet one of your friends is going to hurtle through the door with a bang, telling you to grab that wand of yours and hop over to England to talk to Merlin, and only you can stop The Dreaded Dragon of Kentucky Fried Chicken."
The Count Just smiled at him sadly. Then, quite gently a great sad music hummed throughout the room, and tears caught in the eyes of the detective quite suddenly. Chris looked up and saw a great glowing light pass through the doors and rest on the Count's waiting arm. From both Leon and Chris' perspective a lovely gold and red bird with silvery tears in its eyes, until there was a flash of white light and a red-haired youth in red and gold robes stood in his place, with a look of despair etched across his beautiful features.
"Count D" the man bowed.
"No need to bow to me, I am not the Count. My grandfather is on a trip around the world looking for more animals."
"Then I hope, young master, that you are familiar with who I am?" the man said.
"Yes, Fawkes." The count sighed as the two blonde humans looked over bewildered.
To be continued!