Title: Broken Rules.
Author: YarnSpinner ( the_yarn_spinner @hotmail.com)
Archive: Fanfiction.net, If pigs fly and anybody wants to, just send notification please ^_^
Disclaimer: Petshop of Horrors does not belong to me, but to its respective owners. I just like to manipulate. Hee hee.
Warnings, Pairings, etc.: very mild language.. No pairings really, possibly shonen-ai towards the ending, should there be one.
Notes: I figured I should store my Petshop of Horrors fics somewhere so others can read them and maybe even like them. ^^;; We'll see. Still figuring out how to upload these stories, so bear with me if they seem a little out-of-order and misconfigured. And here we go.
// Blah // – thoughts.
* Blah *– emphasis.
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Leon blew out an exasperated breath as he walked down the street. This new case of his was going nowhere, and for once, didn't involve the Count.
// Strange, // Leon thought, // D's usually in most of my strange cases....//
He went over the case facts again in his mind. Rin Haruta, a man in his early thirties, was found dead in his home. Cause of death, excessive bleeding from what looked like multiple furrows made by sharp claws, or at least something very sharp and serrated. Leon had gone through all of his records, no transactions of any kind having to do with a certain Petshop.
Leon stopped walking. He looked at where he had arrived. The Count's Petshop. Leon sighed.
// Even when I don't need to see him I end up at his Petshop. //
He walked down to the doors and swung one open. Inside, the front room was empty. "Count?"
A figure clad in a white and blue oriental-style dress with a long blue scarf wound loosely around its neck entered. Black hair shone in the low lighting and oddly tinted eyes glittered. "Why, hello there Detective." The Count greeted him, teacup in hand.
"Hey Count," Leon greeted. "How's business?" It was the best excuse Leon could come up with.
//And the lamest, // he berated himself.
The Count smiled. "Good as usual, Detective. I hope one of my pets isn't misbehaving."
Leon shook his head. "Not so far, but knowing you and this place.."
"Detective, you know we're in the business of selling dreams and happiness." D answered, sitting down upon a chair. He took a cookie from a plate on the table in front of him. "Please, do stay for tea, Detective."
Leon was debating with himself on whether to stay when he heard a loud noise, almost like a high screech.. His hands clapped over his ears and his eyebrows drew inward in puzzlement. "What's that noise? It sounds like a screeching parrot."
The Count gave a small smile and set his cookie and teacup down upon the table. "No Detective. Not a parrot but a small bird. It came back to me startlingly soon after I sold it. I was very surprised the contract was broken in such a short time." D went through a door and came back with a cage. In it was a small green bird. It peered at Leon through the cage bars.
Leon inspected it closely. He recognized that bird. His mind flashed back to when he'd arrived at the Petshop for the first time. He was walking down the steps and bumped into a little girl. Then, he had pulled up the cover and had seen that very same bird. Leon's stomach twisted into a hard knot. He knew the outcome of D's clients.... It couldn't have happened to that little girl....
"D," Leon said shakily, "tell me that's not the same bird you sold to that little girl and her father..."
The Count seemed to think for a moment, and slowly nodded. "I believe it is, Detective. But to double-check, I will retrieve the contract." He disappeared behind the long curtain at the back and emerged with a pile of papers. He began scanning each one. "No, it is not this one." He threw the contract at his feet.
"This one either," again, the discarded the contract fell carelessly to the floor.
Leon tapped his foot. // How can someone who keeps an impeccable petshop be so messy with paperwork? //
The Count scanned another and stopped. "Ah, here it is, Detective." D handed a sheet of paper to Leon, a green border around it. Leon looked to the bottom. It was signed by a Mr. George Brandy. Leon made a mental note of the name and scanned the contract. His gaze fell upon the first of three rules.
** #1: No one else may see it. **
Leon's heart sank as he read the rule. He had broken it immediately after the little girl had walked out of the petshop.
Leon handed the contract back to D. "Count, I'm going to do a little research..... I'll be back later." With that, Leon exited the petshop, leaving a befuddled D behind.
The Count turned his head to Q-chan, who was sitting on a cookie. "I don't think we've done anything wrong this time, have we?"
Q-chan squeaked and bit the cookie. D smiled and picked up his teacup. "I suppose this time we must wait and see what the Detective has in store."
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Leon quickly drove down to the station and rushed to his desk. He pushed aside empty coffee cups and papers to reveal his computer. He ran a search for any cases involving a George Brandy.
There was only one. George Brandy had died in his home, the cause: stabbing with what seemed to be a long, sharp object. His daughter, Ashley, who had also been injured, had been taken to the downtown General Hospital, and was being treated by a Dr. Perry Rollins.
Leon looked for a follow-up, but there was none. He couldn't find any next of kin, so he decided to go to the General Hospital and find out any information on Ashley's whereabouts. He clicked off his computer and headed out.
The Captain stuck his head out of his office. "Leon? Leon! Where do you think you're going? You have a bunch of paperwork on your desk!"
"Yeah, yeah, Captain, it'll get done," Leon muttered. The Captain scowled and went back in his office. Leon added, "But first I do real police work."
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Leon entered the double doors to the Hospital entrance and looked around. Everything was stark white, and quiet. There didn't seem to be many people around. Leon pulled out his badge and went up to the front desk where a nurse sat. "Excuse me," Leon said, "I'm looking for Dr. Rollins."
The nurse looked up at him. He inspected Leon's badge and pointed down the hall. "Dr. Rollins is on break, but only for another five minutes, so ya better hurry up. He's in his office. Down that hall," he jerked a thumb to the right, "tenth door."
Leon walked down the hall until he reached a door marked Rollins. He knocked on the door.
A bespectacled man in his forties opened the door. "Yes?"
Out of habit Leon stuck his boot inconspicuously in the doorway. It was always a good tactic if a suspect wanted to slam the door in his face. Leon flashed his badge. "I'm with the police. I believe you can answer some questions I have."
The doctor frowned. "Come in and sit, Detective, and I'll see what I can do for you."
Leon entered the doctor's office and sat in a threadbare red chair that he assumed had seen better days.
Leon rested his chin in one hand. "So," Leon began, "any bells go off when I say Ashley or George Brandy?"
The doctor thought for a moment. "No, nothing comes to mind right away, but let me check." He got up and walked to an old gray file cabinet. He opened a drawer marked A-J and opened a fairly thick file. Dr. Rollins set it down on the desk and opened it. "Ah... yes, George Brandy and his daughter...such a sad child."
Leon jumped in his seat. "What happened to the little girl?"
Dr. Rollins shook his head. "Well, the father, George, didn't survive. Quite a peculiar death, to this day no one on my team could identify the cause.... Of course, Ashley was able to stay around a bit longer, but...."he trailed off.
"Please," Leon said, fearing the worst, "tell me where she is."
The doctor looked through his report. He scribbled an address down. "You'll find her here, Detective."
Leon took the scrap of paper and walked quickly to the doorway. He turned. "Thanks, doctor."
As Leon ran down the hallway, the doctor closed the file and rose. He slowly shook his head. "No thanks needed, Detective. None at all."
*~*~*~
Leon raced to his car and got in. Starting it, we wove his way through the heavy traffic. He glanced down at the directions. 254 Kingston street. Leon had been there once before.... For an old case, a woman had killed her husband after fifteen years of abuse, then turned a gun on herself. As Leon turned a corner, he tried to remember what was on Kingston St..
// Just some old houses... maybe she lives with a relative. //
He then saw a street sign. Kingston. // What am I going to do when I find her? Just see if she's okay? Yeah, that's it.. //
Leon turned onto Kingston and searched for 254. At 245 the houses ended and gave way to a small graveyard. //Oh, shit.... Not the graveyard... //
Leon parked illegally and hopped out. He ran to the entrance and read the number on the opened gate. 254. Leon ran into the graveyard and searched frantically amid the rows of stones. Finally, he came upon a small black headstone carved into the shape of a dove. It read:
** Ashley Brandy
Rest now, our beloved child,
May you rest on the wings of a dove, **
The headstone gave her birth and death date. Leon crouched in front of the headstone. He saw a cluster of dried flowers at the base. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Too late, and all his fault. Or....was it really?
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END of PT.1 ^_^
So...what do you think? Should I post the next part? I kind of like Ch.2, but I'd like reviews first ^^ please R&R?
Author: YarnSpinner ( the_yarn_spinner @hotmail.com)
Archive: Fanfiction.net, If pigs fly and anybody wants to, just send notification please ^_^
Disclaimer: Petshop of Horrors does not belong to me, but to its respective owners. I just like to manipulate. Hee hee.
Warnings, Pairings, etc.: very mild language.. No pairings really, possibly shonen-ai towards the ending, should there be one.
Notes: I figured I should store my Petshop of Horrors fics somewhere so others can read them and maybe even like them. ^^;; We'll see. Still figuring out how to upload these stories, so bear with me if they seem a little out-of-order and misconfigured. And here we go.
// Blah // – thoughts.
* Blah *– emphasis.
____________________________
Leon blew out an exasperated breath as he walked down the street. This new case of his was going nowhere, and for once, didn't involve the Count.
// Strange, // Leon thought, // D's usually in most of my strange cases....//
He went over the case facts again in his mind. Rin Haruta, a man in his early thirties, was found dead in his home. Cause of death, excessive bleeding from what looked like multiple furrows made by sharp claws, or at least something very sharp and serrated. Leon had gone through all of his records, no transactions of any kind having to do with a certain Petshop.
Leon stopped walking. He looked at where he had arrived. The Count's Petshop. Leon sighed.
// Even when I don't need to see him I end up at his Petshop. //
He walked down to the doors and swung one open. Inside, the front room was empty. "Count?"
A figure clad in a white and blue oriental-style dress with a long blue scarf wound loosely around its neck entered. Black hair shone in the low lighting and oddly tinted eyes glittered. "Why, hello there Detective." The Count greeted him, teacup in hand.
"Hey Count," Leon greeted. "How's business?" It was the best excuse Leon could come up with.
//And the lamest, // he berated himself.
The Count smiled. "Good as usual, Detective. I hope one of my pets isn't misbehaving."
Leon shook his head. "Not so far, but knowing you and this place.."
"Detective, you know we're in the business of selling dreams and happiness." D answered, sitting down upon a chair. He took a cookie from a plate on the table in front of him. "Please, do stay for tea, Detective."
Leon was debating with himself on whether to stay when he heard a loud noise, almost like a high screech.. His hands clapped over his ears and his eyebrows drew inward in puzzlement. "What's that noise? It sounds like a screeching parrot."
The Count gave a small smile and set his cookie and teacup down upon the table. "No Detective. Not a parrot but a small bird. It came back to me startlingly soon after I sold it. I was very surprised the contract was broken in such a short time." D went through a door and came back with a cage. In it was a small green bird. It peered at Leon through the cage bars.
Leon inspected it closely. He recognized that bird. His mind flashed back to when he'd arrived at the Petshop for the first time. He was walking down the steps and bumped into a little girl. Then, he had pulled up the cover and had seen that very same bird. Leon's stomach twisted into a hard knot. He knew the outcome of D's clients.... It couldn't have happened to that little girl....
"D," Leon said shakily, "tell me that's not the same bird you sold to that little girl and her father..."
The Count seemed to think for a moment, and slowly nodded. "I believe it is, Detective. But to double-check, I will retrieve the contract." He disappeared behind the long curtain at the back and emerged with a pile of papers. He began scanning each one. "No, it is not this one." He threw the contract at his feet.
"This one either," again, the discarded the contract fell carelessly to the floor.
Leon tapped his foot. // How can someone who keeps an impeccable petshop be so messy with paperwork? //
The Count scanned another and stopped. "Ah, here it is, Detective." D handed a sheet of paper to Leon, a green border around it. Leon looked to the bottom. It was signed by a Mr. George Brandy. Leon made a mental note of the name and scanned the contract. His gaze fell upon the first of three rules.
** #1: No one else may see it. **
Leon's heart sank as he read the rule. He had broken it immediately after the little girl had walked out of the petshop.
Leon handed the contract back to D. "Count, I'm going to do a little research..... I'll be back later." With that, Leon exited the petshop, leaving a befuddled D behind.
The Count turned his head to Q-chan, who was sitting on a cookie. "I don't think we've done anything wrong this time, have we?"
Q-chan squeaked and bit the cookie. D smiled and picked up his teacup. "I suppose this time we must wait and see what the Detective has in store."
__________
Leon quickly drove down to the station and rushed to his desk. He pushed aside empty coffee cups and papers to reveal his computer. He ran a search for any cases involving a George Brandy.
There was only one. George Brandy had died in his home, the cause: stabbing with what seemed to be a long, sharp object. His daughter, Ashley, who had also been injured, had been taken to the downtown General Hospital, and was being treated by a Dr. Perry Rollins.
Leon looked for a follow-up, but there was none. He couldn't find any next of kin, so he decided to go to the General Hospital and find out any information on Ashley's whereabouts. He clicked off his computer and headed out.
The Captain stuck his head out of his office. "Leon? Leon! Where do you think you're going? You have a bunch of paperwork on your desk!"
"Yeah, yeah, Captain, it'll get done," Leon muttered. The Captain scowled and went back in his office. Leon added, "But first I do real police work."
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Leon entered the double doors to the Hospital entrance and looked around. Everything was stark white, and quiet. There didn't seem to be many people around. Leon pulled out his badge and went up to the front desk where a nurse sat. "Excuse me," Leon said, "I'm looking for Dr. Rollins."
The nurse looked up at him. He inspected Leon's badge and pointed down the hall. "Dr. Rollins is on break, but only for another five minutes, so ya better hurry up. He's in his office. Down that hall," he jerked a thumb to the right, "tenth door."
Leon walked down the hall until he reached a door marked Rollins. He knocked on the door.
A bespectacled man in his forties opened the door. "Yes?"
Out of habit Leon stuck his boot inconspicuously in the doorway. It was always a good tactic if a suspect wanted to slam the door in his face. Leon flashed his badge. "I'm with the police. I believe you can answer some questions I have."
The doctor frowned. "Come in and sit, Detective, and I'll see what I can do for you."
Leon entered the doctor's office and sat in a threadbare red chair that he assumed had seen better days.
Leon rested his chin in one hand. "So," Leon began, "any bells go off when I say Ashley or George Brandy?"
The doctor thought for a moment. "No, nothing comes to mind right away, but let me check." He got up and walked to an old gray file cabinet. He opened a drawer marked A-J and opened a fairly thick file. Dr. Rollins set it down on the desk and opened it. "Ah... yes, George Brandy and his daughter...such a sad child."
Leon jumped in his seat. "What happened to the little girl?"
Dr. Rollins shook his head. "Well, the father, George, didn't survive. Quite a peculiar death, to this day no one on my team could identify the cause.... Of course, Ashley was able to stay around a bit longer, but...."he trailed off.
"Please," Leon said, fearing the worst, "tell me where she is."
The doctor looked through his report. He scribbled an address down. "You'll find her here, Detective."
Leon took the scrap of paper and walked quickly to the doorway. He turned. "Thanks, doctor."
As Leon ran down the hallway, the doctor closed the file and rose. He slowly shook his head. "No thanks needed, Detective. None at all."
*~*~*~
Leon raced to his car and got in. Starting it, we wove his way through the heavy traffic. He glanced down at the directions. 254 Kingston street. Leon had been there once before.... For an old case, a woman had killed her husband after fifteen years of abuse, then turned a gun on herself. As Leon turned a corner, he tried to remember what was on Kingston St..
// Just some old houses... maybe she lives with a relative. //
He then saw a street sign. Kingston. // What am I going to do when I find her? Just see if she's okay? Yeah, that's it.. //
Leon turned onto Kingston and searched for 254. At 245 the houses ended and gave way to a small graveyard. //Oh, shit.... Not the graveyard... //
Leon parked illegally and hopped out. He ran to the entrance and read the number on the opened gate. 254. Leon ran into the graveyard and searched frantically amid the rows of stones. Finally, he came upon a small black headstone carved into the shape of a dove. It read:
** Ashley Brandy
Rest now, our beloved child,
May you rest on the wings of a dove, **
The headstone gave her birth and death date. Leon crouched in front of the headstone. He saw a cluster of dried flowers at the base. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Too late, and all his fault. Or....was it really?
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END of PT.1 ^_^
So...what do you think? Should I post the next part? I kind of like Ch.2, but I'd like reviews first ^^ please R&R?