In Which My Writing Journal is Used for Writing, Time the First
Title: Basil and the Cat Business Office
Fandom: The Cat Returns & The Great Mouse Detective
Pairing: Baron Humbert von Gikkingen x Basil of Baker Street
Rating: G (for the chapter; overall PG-13 for the “book”)
Summary: A string of mousy murders is being perpetrated by a cat... and another cat shows up to put a stop to them; then, Baron and detective work together against a plot being hatched by poisonous snakes.
Disclaimer: Basil of Baker Street belongs to Eve Titus and Disney, and the Baron belongs to Aoi Hiiragi and Studio Ghibli. I don't own anything but the story, and even that ran away from me...
Author Notes: This is the start of what will very shortly be a very strange series, and probably the strangest pairing I've ever thought up, much less written. It doesn't entirely make sense, and I've had to shuffle times and sizes around: so that Sherlock Holmes and Basil are bumped up closer to the current time, and the Baron and the Cat Office were bumped back slightly, and so that Basil would reach up to the Baron's shoulder and not, you know, his waist. This is either laziness or artistic license, call it what you will.
And, in summary: first chapter, first draft, needs some a lot of work. Blech.
(I feel as if I'm inventing an entirely new fandom, or at least a new, albeit crossover OTP - an “OTP WTF,” if you will - and it's a strange, intimidating feeling. *laughs* Here's hoping the idea isn't too strange to catch on, a little at least.)
The mice had been killed by a cat; not hunted down, not eaten, but murdered.
That much was certain. What cat, and where it was hiding, and why, were questions yet to be answered; but Basil of Baker Street knew how to find answers better than any mouse, living or dead, and he would solve this case, like he did every other case put before him.
“You see the lacerations on the back, side, and arms,” Basil half-murmured, raising the dead mouse's arm almost fastidiously by the wrist. “He tried to defend himself. He'd been backed into a corner, and it struck... and the way his neck was broken, it must have picked him up and shaken him...”
“Basil, please,” Dawson admonished, looking slightly ill. Doctor or not, there was a world of difference between surgery and autopsy.
“This is important, Dawson,” Basil insisted. “Where was I, I was just getting to... Ah, yes. You see where the cat's claws rended, and you see the fatal blow... and that's it. Not one other action was taken against this mouse, once he was dead. He was not prey, doctor. This was no hunt. It was a murder.”
“Surely not?”
“There is no other explanation.” Basil straightened up, leaving the corpse and beginning to pace the room. “It was like this with all the bodies. No, Dawson, this cat, wherever it is and whatever its motives, isn't merely a predator - it's a true killer, a murderer... It isn't killing for food; it isn't even killing for the thrill of the hunt, or it would have continued toying with the corpse. It's just killing to kill. It wanted these mice dead, for whatever reason.”
“What reason could a cat possibly have just to murder mice?”
“Ah, that's the question! Well, one of them, at any rate.” His pacing took him back within range of the corpse, and he swooped down suddenly, plucking something from the dead mouse's hands. He held up a strand of fur for Dawson to see. “You see? He resisted. Good mouse.” He gave the body a regretful look, then slipped the fur into a baggie and shoved it into his pocket with a sigh.
“You'll get him,” Dawson said encouragingly, for he could sense his friend's mood beginning to plummet.
“I don't doubt it,” Basil said darkly. “But after how long, and how many more will have to die before I do?”
* * * * *
Three more deaths, three more bodies, and no real leads; Basil was becoming discouraged. But when they went to investigate the fourth new murder, they found that someone had gotten there first.
Basil entered firs
Fandom: The Cat Returns & The Great Mouse Detective
Pairing: Baron Humbert von Gikkingen x Basil of Baker Street
Rating: G (for the chapter; overall PG-13 for the “book”)
Summary: A string of mousy murders is being perpetrated by a cat... and another cat shows up to put a stop to them; then, Baron and detective work together against a plot being hatched by poisonous snakes.
Disclaimer: Basil of Baker Street belongs to Eve Titus and Disney, and the Baron belongs to Aoi Hiiragi and Studio Ghibli. I don't own anything but the story, and even that ran away from me...
Author Notes: This is the start of what will very shortly be a very strange series, and probably the strangest pairing I've ever thought up, much less written. It doesn't entirely make sense, and I've had to shuffle times and sizes around: so that Sherlock Holmes and Basil are bumped up closer to the current time, and the Baron and the Cat Office were bumped back slightly, and so that Basil would reach up to the Baron's shoulder and not, you know, his waist. This is either laziness or artistic license, call it what you will.
And, in summary: first chapter, first draft, needs some a lot of work. Blech.
(I feel as if I'm inventing an entirely new fandom, or at least a new, albeit crossover OTP - an “OTP WTF,” if you will - and it's a strange, intimidating feeling. *laughs* Here's hoping the idea isn't too strange to catch on, a little at least.)
The mice had been killed by a cat; not hunted down, not eaten, but murdered.
That much was certain. What cat, and where it was hiding, and why, were questions yet to be answered; but Basil of Baker Street knew how to find answers better than any mouse, living or dead, and he would solve this case, like he did every other case put before him.
“You see the lacerations on the back, side, and arms,” Basil half-murmured, raising the dead mouse's arm almost fastidiously by the wrist. “He tried to defend himself. He'd been backed into a corner, and it struck... and the way his neck was broken, it must have picked him up and shaken him...”
“Basil, please,” Dawson admonished, looking slightly ill. Doctor or not, there was a world of difference between surgery and autopsy.
“This is important, Dawson,” Basil insisted. “Where was I, I was just getting to... Ah, yes. You see where the cat's claws rended, and you see the fatal blow... and that's it. Not one other action was taken against this mouse, once he was dead. He was not prey, doctor. This was no hunt. It was a murder.”
“Surely not?”
“There is no other explanation.” Basil straightened up, leaving the corpse and beginning to pace the room. “It was like this with all the bodies. No, Dawson, this cat, wherever it is and whatever its motives, isn't merely a predator - it's a true killer, a murderer... It isn't killing for food; it isn't even killing for the thrill of the hunt, or it would have continued toying with the corpse. It's just killing to kill. It wanted these mice dead, for whatever reason.”
“What reason could a cat possibly have just to murder mice?”
“Ah, that's the question! Well, one of them, at any rate.” His pacing took him back within range of the corpse, and he swooped down suddenly, plucking something from the dead mouse's hands. He held up a strand of fur for Dawson to see. “You see? He resisted. Good mouse.” He gave the body a regretful look, then slipped the fur into a baggie and shoved it into his pocket with a sigh.
“You'll get him,” Dawson said encouragingly, for he could sense his friend's mood beginning to plummet.
“I don't doubt it,” Basil said darkly. “But after how long, and how many more will have to die before I do?”
* * * * *
Three more deaths, three more bodies, and no real leads; Basil was becoming discouraged. But when they went to investigate the fourth new murder, they found that someone had gotten there first.
Basil entered firs