A detective at work
I don't own fruits basket or any other character you might recognize.
Sadly our way must change from Kyos group and focus on that of the airport and the trouble that was caused there. The police had arrived and begun taking evidence. The inspector scratched his head. "I don't understand it. What could have made these claw marks?" Richard Moore spoke then. "Well it had to be some sort of carnivore. Maybe a bear." The inspector shook his head. "But there've been no reports of missing exotic animals." The two continued to chat as a boy looked at both the markings and prints on the ground. "Hm that's odd if this things a mammal then it's missing its third claw." The boy was known as Conan, but his real name was jimmy. 'It's bleeding too. But how can I get the inspector and that fool to notice it. I hate been a kid, they never listen to me.' Conan sighed then as he continued to look around. 'Wait something's different about these two prints. Their getting smaller, and the claws are now gone. They look like human hands now.' Conan started to look at the various people waiting. 'Does this mean it was a man and not an animal?'
Marco Polovf was waiting for his flight. He sat at a terminal where a 747 would take him to Los Angeles in America. "I wish they would hurry up and let the flights resume." He said to no one in particular. "So do I, so do I." A man in a black trench coat and hat said right next to him, Marco noticed that his right hand was bandaged with a ragged piece of cloth. "Can I speak to you in private sir?" The man asked Marco. "Depends." Marco said. "Well the fact that I have a gun on you will make you move." Marco then noticed the large bulge in the mans pocket. "So let's chat in the restroom. Maybe you'll get out of this alive." Marco got up and went to the men's area. "Ok what do you want?" He asked as he faced the man. "Your wallet and that ticket, now." Marco handed them over with out a fuss. "One other thing, turn around." Marco barely got a small yelp as his neck snapped from the man in the black coat. "You humans break far too easily." He then left the body in a urinal with the occupied locked. "And now to continue my hunt." As he opened the door with his wrapped up hand he bumped into a small boy. "Out of the way kid."
Conan noticed it instantly. 'His hand. It's gotta be him!' The intercom spoke then. "Flight 173 nonstop to Los Angeles is now boarding." The man smiled and Conan noticed the change in the mans face. It was quick but he saw the face change into that of another man. 'I need to follow this guy and quick.' Conan thought as he followed the man. He walked quickly and saw the man board the plane. "I need to get on there, but how?" Conan snapped his fingers then as he saw the way in. It was a group a kids, but what caught his attention was that their guardian was the one with the tickets. 'He, I can sneak in with them. It worked to as the holder quickly counted the tickets and went to the next people. Conan was on the plane; the only problem was that it was now taxing for take off. 'Too late to stop it now, I hope I'll be able to alert the authorities when we land.'
The man smirked at how easily the humans had let him pass. "Soon fox and cat you two and a few more and then the real fun will happen." He let out a chuckle then as the plane left Japan. Meanwhile Rachael was looking for Conan. "Oh where can he be?" She asked as she looked around. "I better tell dad, I'm getting worried." It was at that time that the plane took off with Conan and the man in it.
Two hours later Rachael reported Conan missing and the bulletin went out. On the plane a picture was shown of Conan and he was found out. The stewardess grabbed Conan and brought him to the cabin. "Wait I'm not Conan, I'm jimmy Kudo." The stewardess smirked at that. "Oh really, then why does your picture look exactly the same?" She then spoke to the pilots. "We have to turn around and go back, I found the boy." The pilots complied and started to turn the plane. Conan tried one final time to warn them of the danger. "There's a killer on board this plane, I was following him to catch him." Both pilots laughed at this. "It's true!"
When Conan was found and the plane started to turn the man in the black hat frowned. 'Why are we heading back?' He got up from his seat then and started to move when an announcement was heard. "Sorry folks but we need t head back to the airport. It appears a stole way is onboard and we need to return him home." The man frowned at this and moved towards the area but a stewardess stood in his path. "Excuse me sir, but you need to return to your seat." He growled at her. "No, you will come with me or else." As he said this, his hand clamped on to her arm and he pushed her forward. "Help me!" She cried out as he continued to push and plow his way to the cabin.
The door was closed and locked when the plots heard the pounding on the door, the copilot turned and went to answer it, that was until the dent appeared in the door. Three more appeared as the pilot backed away. "Radio back, we got trouble, major trouble!" The door smashed open then and the man that Conan had been following stepped forward. "Go back to where we are heading or" he then shoved the girl in front of him. "Or she and everyone on this plane dies."
At that moment somewhere in old Scotland at a dank torch lit dungeon a pair of wooden doors close shut. A moment later they open again for no apparent reason.
"Who are you to threaten us?" The pilot yelled at the man. At this the mans eyes seemed to glow red. "Something even what you fear fears in their worst dreams. Now turn around or die." The pilot continued to fly the plane in the wrong direction. "Fine." The girl barely got time to squeak as the mans mouth enlarged and razor sharp teeth bit over 2/3rds of her neck, blood flew from the severed vessels then as she dropped from the mans hand. "Shall I start to eat more?" The man asked grinning bloody teeth at the pilot. The pilot looked at him slack jawed and finally replied. "Alright you win. I'll take you just don't kill anyone else." The pilot turned back towards the states.
The plane flew on and no more disturbances happened until they refueled in Hawaii. The plane landed without a hitch as the man watched the pilot land he saw what was waiting at the end of the run way, police and a lot of squad cars. At this the man smirked. "So the mortals wish to try their luck against me." He then started to laugh. "Refuel the plane while I take care of those blue men. When I come back and it's not and you've fled, remember, their blood will be on your hands." With that said he left the cabin and opened the door to the outside.
"Drop your weapons and come quietly." A loud voice from a mega horn bellowed at the man as he hopped out and to the ground. Guns of all sorts were pointed at him as he walked to the cars. "Freeze, put your hands on your head." The man laughed manically, both opening and closing his fists. "Please amuse me." The coat changed then into two giant bat light wings as the man ran at the police, claws leaving deep marks in the pavement as it grabbed a cop by the front and smashed the body in and through a hood of the nearest squad car. The rest of the police opened fire as the thing came at them. most of them got our a shot or three but nothing seemed to hurt the thing as arms were pulled and ripped from their sockets and things destroyed beyond recognition, that would later only be identified through dental records.
Yet almost as quickly as it had begun, it was over, the last mans head crushed and devoured in the mans hand. "You mortals are far too soft and squishy. Still you made me feel good for a brief moment." He then broke into a hideous laugh as he walked back to the refueling plane. With one brief hop he landed onto the wing and then with another leap he jumped to the open door. He went to the cabin then and looked at the pilot. "I do trust we're ready to go." The pilot spoke quickly and fearfully. "Yes sir, please don't kill us." He trembled when he felt claws slowly scrape across his chin. "Oh, but I have a use for you, you had best hope that you remain useful."
The plane took off from the runway then and flew onward toward the states; all the while Conan was thinking and planning on how to get out of this mess.