Strange endeavours
Sat in Leaves house, was fairly charming, his old English décor lit up the room and gave it a lot of characteristic. As charming as the house was it couldn't remove the one lingering thought; who is Leaves, as that surely could not be his real name, 'So, if you are to stay here, in this flat, with ME, you have to be compatible' he said this with one eyebrow raised while sipping his cup of tea. 'Errrm compatible?' Lemon asked nervously, 'Yes, I need to know if you will agree to my terms. Leaves then stood up taking his cup with him and walked out of the room, knowing he had just left his guest without the slightest idea of what he was about to do he walked back into the doorframe. 'By the way, do you want some tea, I quite like tea myself' asked Leaves before he started to babble about random social and political topics. 'I would love some tea, yes please', retorted Lemon. The boys then spent the next hour sat with a cup of tea in front of the burning log fire writing down what they liked and hated. By the end of the hour the boys discussed many things such as eating habits, shower times and humour; they had also went through about twelve sheets of paper and a bottle of ink, including one pen as Leaves got mad at Lemon's love for dogs. However the boys finally decided that they might be able to tolerate each other but they would have to live under certain terms. The weird Leaves then offered his long bony hand to Lemon and loudly proclaimed 'You may stay … but never ask me about my work', Lemon simply shuck his hand and beamed a huge smile, for this was the best thing that had happened to him since he met the mysterious Maria Taylor. Leaves then courteously showed Lemon the door, handed him his top hat and cane while handing over one shiny, silver key.
Walking back down through the streets, Lemon peered in many shop windows, curious as to who would shop at this late time of night. There were a few girls clearly defying the rules, still spending all their money on silly girly things like shoes and handbags. On his walk he passed a new unusual looking pub, The Jolly Arms, almost in a comical form Lemon watched the pub intently and found himself pacing backwards to the door of the pub, 'A small drink won't hurt, surely', he whispered to himself with desire in his eyes. As Lemon walked through the door the atmosphere hit him like a thousand bullets, only they did not hurt but simply tease him to walk further into the pub. As he strolled towards the bar he found he did not recognize any faces, nonetheless he was not put off but wandered towards the bar. The bar was being manned by a small, thin man with a shabby beard. He was cleaning a few glasses when Lemon arrived and on noticing his appearance he stopped cleaning, 'What do you want' he asked harshly eyes still fixed on Lemon, 'A drink pleased' replied Lemon unsure of the correct answer wanted from the bartender, 'Is that meant to be some kind of joke, I don't know what kind of pub you think I'm running, but I don't like smart folks', the man snapped his fingers, and whistled twice as if he was calling some kind of giant two headed dog. Footsteps were heard echoing from behind the bar, for all Lemon knew his imagination could be right, there may be a giant dog. Bursting through the door came three burley, British men, who immediately caused Lemon to tilt his head and swallow hard. 'Well big boys' Lemon said cockily, 'Let's play a little game'. Lemon then clenched his fists and held them up at his chest; he then winked at the men encouraging them to take him on.
The first of the three men then fluently hopped over the bar, gesturing to Lemon to fulfil his promise. As instructed Lemon ran towards the man, he ducked under the man's right hook, while firing a left jab at the mans' ribs causing him to buckle slightly. Taking advantage of this Lemon grabbed his right arm, forcing it behind his back, then pushing the man forward, causing him to collide with a few tables. One down, two to go. Not taking any more chances, Lemon then showed off his talents. He jumped onto the bar, threw a fierce kick at one of the other men, causing him to collapse and fall in a heap on the dirty bar floor. With two men down the third already showed a sign of apprehension when faced with the nimble doctor, in fact the third man was so startled by the Doctors violent actions he immediately began walking towards the door. 'Come back … I'm not done with you lot yet' screamed Lemon, who ran after the escaping man. Once Lemon caught up with man he threw his knee so it hit the man's ribs, causing a few ribs to break, following this he laid a punch also to the man ribs, leaving him in agony. 'Now I believe I'm done' said Lemon cockily before pushing the man through the door. With all eyes on Lemon he decided to wander over to the bar pour himself a drink, of which he quickly downed as centre of attention was never his strong point, and left the pub. On his way out the bartender who Lemon can now determine as the pub owner shouted 'Never return to this pub'.
As Lemon walked out of the door he made a mental note to never return, as he wandered once again down the path to Kennedys flat. As Lemon reached Kennedy's flat he only opened the door before he was met by an worried Kennedy. 'Where've you been; oh wait don't answer I heard all about it' scolded Kennedy, 'Fighting in the pub …. What were you doing there anywhere, you know those poeple hate men in suits, they always cause trouble for them' Kennedy instructed in a fatherlymanner, this caused lemon to slightly bow his head in acknowledgement 'I understand, shame those boys couldn't put up a bit more of a fight', Lemon replied cockily. Kennedy once satisfied he had put his point across he made his way for the door 'I am going to bed' exclaimed Kennedy just as he walked through the door. This left Lemon alone in the sitting room, after thinking for a while about the events that had only happened an hour before he regretted them all. Shaking himself from his daydream he started rushing about, packing some of his things into a bag so he could have one peaceful night in his new flat. That night Lemon slept in his bed at 221b baker Street, the peaceful night was not however as peaceful as he wished, dogs were barking, the rain was thundering down onto the roof, but loudest of all was Leaves for his snoring was like thunder in the stormy night.
Lemon woke to the sound of posh Lords and Lady's talking, he swiftly dressed and went downstairs to investigate what event has brought all of these upper class people to his small flat. As he knocked on the sitting room door he was quickly met by a flustered looking Leaves, 'Ahh, you be a Lemon, you arrived late last night, I heard', this worried Lemon a little but he answered as respectively as he could, 'What is going on, and may on come in', this caused a small pleasurable smile to show on Leaves head, 'No, No you must not enter …. I am attending to important business …. In fact you must not enter this room all day', this news shocked lemon but Leaves point was made clear by the small piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket with the words, do not enter etched on. Knowing once again that he was not wanted he picked up his cane, top hat and jacket, without knowing where to go he made his way to the door hoping the wind would take him somewhere special.
Midday arrived on this dull, gloomy afternoon and after pacing the streets all day the only item in all of the shops that took his fancy was another, pinstripe, tweed suit this time in an earthy brown. Sat with his bag he was sipping tea in the National Café; the same place of which he had seen his angel a few days ago. This shop was the most expensive around but one thought often brought Lemon to the place; will he ever see Maria again. The thought looked bleak as many moments passed as well as a few cups of tea and a few cocktails but still no Maria. Lemon finally decided it would be a good time to give up when he heard a voice, this voice was stern but recognisable for it was the man with Maria that day, the older man that felt it fit to order her around like some form of dog. Nevertheless he knew that if he was to see Maria today he was his best chance. Lemon followed he voice until he reached a row of houses so posh that they seemed mismatched in this industrial part of London. Walking among the houses Lemon realised that there were solid gold plaques displaying the name of its inhabitant; seeing this Lemon couldn't help but think that Leaves was trying to compensate for something as he too had a plaque outside of his house. Sir Rondale, the Duke and Duchess of Westminster the names just kept getting more and more recognisable. Finally he saw the name he was hoping to find Lord and Lady Taylor.
Lemon did not know what to do, although he had dreamt many times of finding the house of the girl that stole his heart he never did he believe he would and know he has, what would he do. Lemon stood up tall and circled the area taking in his surroundings, he then sat on a nearby bench pulled out todays paper and began to read, hoping that some form of inspiration would pop out to him and inform him of what to do next. The Doctor had only been sat in that seat for a few minutes before the door opened, Lemon was cautious when he looked over to the house and when he finally did he seen the sight he had been waiting for. The lady that emerged from the door wore a sapphire dress, which was accompanied by a gold bag and many gold accessories. The woman's hair was neatly plaited and of course belonged to Maria. As she turned around her green eyes pieced the fog and her perfect smiled shone in Lemons direction. As the lady walked down the steps from her house her eyes never left Lemons; to Lemons surprise the posh girl was heading in his direction. 'Hello' she said in her perfectly angelic voice, 'Good evening madam' replied Lemon who was trying hard to sound and act upper class. Lemon then rose and took the ladies hand before pressing his lips carefully to it. 'The name is Dr. Lemon', after hearing the man's name the posh woman gave a small chuckle before regaining her posture once more. 'I am Lady Maria Taylor, my father is a respectable banker and my mother is the Baroness of Wakesfield.', 'Wow what a family' Lemon replied, this time his tone was slightly gloomier than before, as being an educated man he knew the statics of someone as upper class as her loving a middle class doctor was slim. 'If I was to ask you to dinner madam how would you respond' continued Lemon. This question cause Maria to think for a moment before answering with 'I do not often agree to dinner with men who sit and stalk me and my house … but yes as there is something peculiar about you Dr. Lemon'.
Morning once again arrived, the birds began to sing but unlike other days they did not wake Lemon for he was already awake, rethinking the conversation he had with Miss Taylor. 'Knock, Knock …. Whose their … Leaves thats who' called Leaves before bursting into Lemon room, 'I have brought you some breakfast' declared Leaves before laying the tray on a small table in Lemons room, 'If I am right you have many questions for me so just for your purpose I will be in the living room ….. Just messing around please come quick i have many plans for the day'. As soon as he had arrived leaves has disappeared leaving a tray filled with toast, eggs and bacon which lemon happily tucked into. While eating his breakfast however Lemon could not stop thinking about how his dinner with Maria may plan out and how he could possibly ask all he wished to know about Leaves in one morning.