So. I best disclaimer, huh?
Sherlock- She doesn't own anyone, or anything. They all belong to their respectful owners. Whom are not Chaos.
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I looked at the three bodies before me. They may be excellent detectives, but it was easy to sneak up on them. Once I had established their trust, all I had to do was make sure they were into their conversation.
I probably didn't need to knock out Basil. He already knew of the powers I had. Because we blend into the worlds we visit, he was changed into a human. This was for the best, thought. How could they do business with a mouse?
If they were to get my mystery solved, they would have to prove themselves.
Now, I didn't want to spend forever on a boat, or whatever they used in this world. I mean, I was stuck wearing a top hat. And my red hair was attracting all sorts of attention.
It might have been smarter to wait until we actually got to France before opening a gateway. But the facts where we needed to get to another world. And why waste time when you can place memories in someone's head?
Kill two heartless with one stroke.
(AN: I always say that when I play Kingdom Hearts.)
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I awoke with an aching head. Axel was waking the rest of us. We had arrived in France, and the coach was arriving at the opera house we were to examine. It was strange, as I had not remembered falling asleep. Perhaps it was the effects of the long journey.
Axel wasn't one to wait around. Once the coach had stopped he ushered us off it, and into the opera house. He didn't even give me time to look around and make my normal observations.
Once inside we were instantly greeted by two haggard looking managers. They had been under a great deal of stress, and were greatly excited to see us. You didn't even need my skills of deduction to see that.
"Are you the detectives, monsieur?"
"I am just an escort. But, these are the detectives."
"Cain." He looked somewhat bored.
"Sherlock." I said, tipping my hat.
"Basil." He looked around the opera house in awe.
"Good, good. Very good. Now. I suppose you'll be wanting all the points of the case?"
"That would be entirely desirable." I glanced to the other detectives. Cain had rolled his eyes.
"Right. You see, ever since we took over the opera house we've heard rumors about a ghost. At first we didn't believe a word of it. We thought it was something the young girls had come up with just to frighten everyone.
But before long we started receiving notes from this 'ghost'. Demanding money. And now, Joseph Buquet has been hanged. The police have deemed it suicide, but we want to put an end to the Opera Ghost once and for all!"
"Are there any singular points of interest?"
"Well. It seems the ghost has taken an interest in a young girl named Christine Diaae."
Cain grinned, not entirely innocently, "May we see her?"
The mangers looked to one another, "Yes. Certainly."
They returned a few moments later with a very pretty girl. I could see why this Phantom would take an interest in her.
"Hello. I'm Christine Diaae."
Cain took over at this point, "Hello there, Miss. Diaae. We're here from London to work on the case of the Opera Ghost. Now, if you'll tell us what you know..."
Cain reached forward for her hand, heaven knows why, but she pulled back.
"Monsieur! You musn't get involved with the Opera Ghost! It's to dangerous!"
We were all surpized by the sudden change in the girl. She was trembling, all because he'd mention the Opera Ghost.
"Danger is why we took the case." Basil spoke up.
. "No. You must go back to London. Now!"
With that she turned, and left, ignoring are shouts to come back.
I smirked, "This should be interesting."
We looked around a while longer, but nothing struck us as odd except for the girl's behavior. We decided to head to a hotel.
"Well, at least the girl is pretty." Cain said somewhat lazily.
"You thought so? What's that have to do with the case?"
Cain practically tripped, "What?"
"Well, her looks don't have much baring on the case."
"The..Case? Shouldn't you enjoy seeing a pretty girl every once and awhile?"
"No. That would interfere with the case."
And I left Cain look rather dumbfounded.
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I know. I know. It was short. Dx