Updated and significantly changed fanfiction.
A while ago I wrote a fanfiction for an anime called Pet Shop of Horrors. The first draft however, was crap. So I decided to go back to it and I think it came out better now. As a note: all views expressed are purely the character's views and not my own. I also do not claim to own the characters or the franchise Pet Shop of Horrors.
Title:Fated
Rating:Pg-13..I think, though it might be PG.
Fandom:Petshop of Horrors
Word Count:2,239
He could not place where he had seen this all before, but somehow he knew he had, and he knew he had to stop it. It was Monday night and Detective Leon Orcot was running through a strange apartment trying to stop a teenager from being murdered.
It all started out innocent enough. Jake had just broken up with his girlfriend and was down in the dumps, as usual, and one of his friends suggested that he go to see a fortune teller.
"After all, it sure beats sitting around the house for another night."his friend had joked, "I'll even go with you." If only he hadn't listened then perhaps he would be hanging off the edge of building right now, hoping that...that thing wouldn't find him.
So he had gone to the fortune teller with his friend, entering the silk covered place and seeing the weird old woman sitting on the floor. "You're Jake," she had said pointing at him with her eyes closed, "and this must be Marcus." she said opening her eyes and looking at them both.
"Y-Yeah." he stuttered. How had she known his name?
"Well take a seat," she said, motioning to the pillows.
He did and as the colors began to swirl in her crystal ball he felt himself slip into a dream-like state. What she did while he was in this state, he knew not, but when he came into conciousness next he was standing outside a pet shop in another part of Chinatown.
"How did I get here?" Jake asked himself, turning his brown head to look up and down the alley. This didn't look familiar at all."I guess I might as well go in. The owner has to at least have a map so I can find my way back to Main Street."
So Jake walked into the store, noticing the words "Count D’s Pet Shop" written in gold paint on the front of one of the windows, immediately noticing the strong smell of incense floating about the room. He looked around and saw nobody.
"Hello?" Jake yelled, finding no response.
"Great, just great." Jake muttered to himself. He stooped down to look at a strange gold lion statue, to distract himself.
“How may I help you?” said a soft voice from behind him.
Jake jumped. Where had that man come from? He turned around to face the Chinese man, who was dressed in a scarlet kimono with orange pheonixes on it, standing behind him.
“I just need to know where I am. I got lost and need to find my way out of Chinatown. “ Jake said, once he had taken in the man's rather colorful appearance.
The Count nodded his head, positioning his arms so they pointed the way to the backroom, “Follow me to my back room, I believe I have a map somewhere back there.”
Jake hesitated. He was in strange place and nobody knew he was there. For all he knew this man could a psychopath. The front doors slammed open again and a blonde haired American wearing jeans and a T-shirt with some annoying slogan on it came in.
“Good evening, Detective Orcot.” Count D said, bowing in greeting.
“Hey D…” the Detective said loudly before he noticed Jake, “Who’s the kid?”
“He is a potential customer.” D said, brightly walking towards the back room.
Orcot and Jake followed. If a detective was here nothing bad could happen, or so Jake thought.
“I’ll make some tea; you can take a seat.” The Count said, motioning towards the couch before walking through some heavy purple curtains.
Jake awkwardly took a seat on the couch in the ornately decorated room, quite the contrast to Leon who took a chair and propped his feet up on the table like he was at home. A neon green bird fluttered over to Jake, looking at him with curious eyes. He extended a hand and began to pet it, while admiring its rich green plumage. Deciding that he was friendly the bird fluttered over to Jake’s shoulder, pushing it's head up against him in a loving manner.
Then D returned with three cups of tea on a silver tray. He smiled calmly,“Please enjoy some tea, Jake, while I search for a map.” He stopped in his tracks as he was about to leave.
"Detective Orcot, would you please remove your feet from the place where I eat." his voice sounded coldly, making the sentance sound like an order. Grumbling about the Count being uptight, Leon obeyed. D's eyes lingered for a bit longer on the bird on Jake's shoulder before he actually left the room and went searching for a map.
Jake slowly took his tea and tasted it. His tastebuds promptly screamed at the amount of sugar in tea. Politely he put the tea back on the tray and sat in silence while Leon thumbed through the Count's newspaper. Jake's head turned towards the curtains when he heard D return with the map. As D illustrated the way out, he kept one eye on the bird.
Jake was about to leave when Count D spoke up,“It seems she has gotten attached to you. You could keep her if you want.”
Jake looked at the bird, just remembering that she was still on his shoulder and smiled ; perhaps a pet was just what he needed to get over Jennifer. He reached to pet the bird's head, “How much is she?”
“Take her as my gift.” Count D smiled.
The smile sent a shiver through Jake's body."Why? You barely know me and a tiny shop like this can't really afford to be giving pets away like this. What's the catch?"
Count D spoke smoothly, still keeping that eerie smile on his face, "Catch? There is no catch. That bird has just been terribly distraught since her first owner died. I have been having a hard time finding anyone who she will stay around for more than a few minutes."
Jake looked the Count in the eyes, trying to decide whether he was lying or not. Quickly he made up his mind, as the smell of insense was beginning to make his head hurt.
By the time Jake went out of the store he was whistling happily, not knowing that he had just made the biggest mistake of his tragically short life.
As Jake left the phone rang, D picked it up. “He just left....As you predicted Maria chose him….I know....I just hope you made the right choice."
“Who was that?” Orcot asked, glaring suspiciously at the Count.
“A friend.” Count D said nonchalantly.
Suddenly the Detective got a very bad feeling. "Listen D, if you're participating in any illegal activity I'll catch you and throw you right in the slammer!" he was yelling now.
"Detective, might I remind you that I am entitled to my right to keep friends other than you." D's voice was raised irritably.
"Hey! I'm not your friend!" Leon yelled back. The animals seemed to sigh as they witnessed the scene. The Detective and the Count always argued like cats and dogs.
Upon coming home, Jake immediately fell asleep. When he awoke he found a naked, winged girl with long green hair staring at him.
He pushed himself away from the beautiful woman and pressed himself against the wall,
“Who are you?”
The girl smiled, brightly, “I’m Maria, you bought me home yesterday. You even petted me.”
“Woah lady, I most certainly did not 'pet you'! All I brought home was a bird yesterday! Are you...Are you an angel?" Jake's eyes were wide as he stared at her wings and lurid hair color.
The woman leaned forward, crawling over the bed towards Jake, “I can take whatever form pleases you; I just thought that it might ease the pain of losing your girlfriend if you saw a human female…”
He glared at her, trying not to notice the pleasing way she moved, “How do you know about Jennifer?”
“I know because I can feel your loss. Please let me easy that pain.” The girl said, pleading. She pressed herself against him, pressing her hands over his heart and looking into his green eyes with her liquid brown ones.
“O-Okay.” He said, still shaken and trying to draw the lines between this girl and a cute little bird. “But if you follow me around you’ll have to cover up your wings and put some clothes on.” When Maria took her weight off of him, Jake breathed a sigh of relief. Maria smiled and did as he had asked her to.
At work he was surprised to see how little people noticed that a green haired girl was following him around. He had thought for sure he would've gotten a hundred comments about her during the first hour of work, but instead it was like they didn’t even see Maria. He saw Jennifer that day and a familiar empty pang went through him.
“Does she cause you pain, master?” the bird asked.
“Yes.” Jake replied absently, his eyes focused on Jennifer
A look of determination went over Maria's face.
The next day Jennifer had a few scratches on her face. Another day and more scratches appeared and Jake’s pain grew at seeing her hurt. Then five days after the first scratches appeared an article appeared in the newspaper. Girl Dead, Apparently Brutally Beaten to Death. Further reading revealed that the girl was Jake's ex-girlfriend Jennifer.
Jake stared at the paper, his mouth going slack and his eyes starting to burn with tears.
“Does this please you, master?” Maria asked from across the table, in her human form now.
“You did this?” Jake said incredulously, raising his eyes from the paper to look at her.
“Yes, she caused you pain. I had to ease your pain.” Maria smiled as if hearing that she had just killed a woman was perfectly normal news.
Tears overflowed from Jake’s stinging eyes. Her death was all his fault. Jennifer was dead and it was all because he couldn't get over his selfish desire to be with her. The boy made to walk away from the table but his legs gave way beneath him. He curled up on the ground and howled.
“What’s the matter master? Why are you in pain?” Maria screamed, clutching at his shoulders, trying to see his face.
“My fault, it’s all my fault!” he screamed in mourning, knowing in his heart that it was true.
“You…cause yourself pain, master?” A confused look came over her face, “But that means she wasn’t the cause of pain, you are.” A determined look came over her face. “I must ease your pain.”
“No! Get away from me!” he screamed, pushing himself away from her.
“But master, I must ease your pain.” Her woman form began to change into a mass of muscle covered in feathers. Jake tried to flee in terror but Maria blocked the door. Jake ran for the balcony while a loud knocking sounded on his door. A man yelled something but he couldn’t hear it over the sound of his own screams. Jake dived over the balcony, barely catching himself when he came to his senses mid-dive. He heard the sound of his door being kicked in. Suddenly his whole view of the world was blocked out by a twisted face, like a mixture between a woman and a bird's.
“Death shall bring you release from all pain, master,” said as she scratched at his fingers with her claws.
"Maria, please, no!" Jake screamed, as he felt one hand clawed off the railing.
"But...I have to. I want you to be happy." she said, smiling serenly at her logic.
It seemed to Jake that he fell through water as he fell six stories to his death. All he could see was Maria's smiling face transforming, the image was burned into his brain. He thought he saw someone else on his balcony, but the image of Maria's transformation quickly replaced that image. "Why," he whispered as he hit the ground.
“We couldn’t do anything," Detective Orcot held his face in his hands as he sat once more in Count d's tea room. "By the time we reached the balcony the kid, Jake, had jumped and whoever, or whatever, had killed him had fled."
Orcot stood up and grabbed D by the collar of his kimono, “You knew this would happen, didn’t you? Why didn’t you stop it?!”
"Unhand me, Detective! I knew nothing of the sort!" D yelled, striking Orcot with claw-like nails across the face.
Leon came to his senses and let the Count go. "Why?"the Detective paced in front of D,"Why, couldn't we save him?."
The Count stared reflectively at Orcot, “Because Detective, you cannot save someone from themselves. He went to see a fortune teller friend of mine the day he came to my shop. She told me that he was quite upset by his girlfriend breaking up with him. Such destructive internal emotions made him a ticking time bomb."
The blonde haired detective stared angrily at his black haired companion, "You knew he was unstable and you didn't tell someone!" He looked as if he was thinking of strangling D, but the fresh scratches on his face reminded him not to.
"What could we have done?" D said seriously, staring at the Detective, "It was in his cards and you can’t fight fate.”
Title:Fated
Rating:Pg-13..I think, though it might be PG.
Fandom:Petshop of Horrors
Word Count:2,239
He could not place where he had seen this all before, but somehow he knew he had, and he knew he had to stop it. It was Monday night and Detective Leon Orcot was running through a strange apartment trying to stop a teenager from being murdered.
It all started out innocent enough. Jake had just broken up with his girlfriend and was down in the dumps, as usual, and one of his friends suggested that he go to see a fortune teller.
"After all, it sure beats sitting around the house for another night."his friend had joked, "I'll even go with you." If only he hadn't listened then perhaps he would be hanging off the edge of building right now, hoping that...that thing wouldn't find him.
So he had gone to the fortune teller with his friend, entering the silk covered place and seeing the weird old woman sitting on the floor. "You're Jake," she had said pointing at him with her eyes closed, "and this must be Marcus." she said opening her eyes and looking at them both.
"Y-Yeah." he stuttered. How had she known his name?
"Well take a seat," she said, motioning to the pillows.
He did and as the colors began to swirl in her crystal ball he felt himself slip into a dream-like state. What she did while he was in this state, he knew not, but when he came into conciousness next he was standing outside a pet shop in another part of Chinatown.
"How did I get here?" Jake asked himself, turning his brown head to look up and down the alley. This didn't look familiar at all."I guess I might as well go in. The owner has to at least have a map so I can find my way back to Main Street."
So Jake walked into the store, noticing the words "Count D’s Pet Shop" written in gold paint on the front of one of the windows, immediately noticing the strong smell of incense floating about the room. He looked around and saw nobody.
"Hello?" Jake yelled, finding no response.
"Great, just great." Jake muttered to himself. He stooped down to look at a strange gold lion statue, to distract himself.
“How may I help you?” said a soft voice from behind him.
Jake jumped. Where had that man come from? He turned around to face the Chinese man, who was dressed in a scarlet kimono with orange pheonixes on it, standing behind him.
“I just need to know where I am. I got lost and need to find my way out of Chinatown. “ Jake said, once he had taken in the man's rather colorful appearance.
The Count nodded his head, positioning his arms so they pointed the way to the backroom, “Follow me to my back room, I believe I have a map somewhere back there.”
Jake hesitated. He was in strange place and nobody knew he was there. For all he knew this man could a psychopath. The front doors slammed open again and a blonde haired American wearing jeans and a T-shirt with some annoying slogan on it came in.
“Good evening, Detective Orcot.” Count D said, bowing in greeting.
“Hey D…” the Detective said loudly before he noticed Jake, “Who’s the kid?”
“He is a potential customer.” D said, brightly walking towards the back room.
Orcot and Jake followed. If a detective was here nothing bad could happen, or so Jake thought.
“I’ll make some tea; you can take a seat.” The Count said, motioning towards the couch before walking through some heavy purple curtains.
Jake awkwardly took a seat on the couch in the ornately decorated room, quite the contrast to Leon who took a chair and propped his feet up on the table like he was at home. A neon green bird fluttered over to Jake, looking at him with curious eyes. He extended a hand and began to pet it, while admiring its rich green plumage. Deciding that he was friendly the bird fluttered over to Jake’s shoulder, pushing it's head up against him in a loving manner.
Then D returned with three cups of tea on a silver tray. He smiled calmly,“Please enjoy some tea, Jake, while I search for a map.” He stopped in his tracks as he was about to leave.
"Detective Orcot, would you please remove your feet from the place where I eat." his voice sounded coldly, making the sentance sound like an order. Grumbling about the Count being uptight, Leon obeyed. D's eyes lingered for a bit longer on the bird on Jake's shoulder before he actually left the room and went searching for a map.
Jake slowly took his tea and tasted it. His tastebuds promptly screamed at the amount of sugar in tea. Politely he put the tea back on the tray and sat in silence while Leon thumbed through the Count's newspaper. Jake's head turned towards the curtains when he heard D return with the map. As D illustrated the way out, he kept one eye on the bird.
Jake was about to leave when Count D spoke up,“It seems she has gotten attached to you. You could keep her if you want.”
Jake looked at the bird, just remembering that she was still on his shoulder and smiled ; perhaps a pet was just what he needed to get over Jennifer. He reached to pet the bird's head, “How much is she?”
“Take her as my gift.” Count D smiled.
The smile sent a shiver through Jake's body."Why? You barely know me and a tiny shop like this can't really afford to be giving pets away like this. What's the catch?"
Count D spoke smoothly, still keeping that eerie smile on his face, "Catch? There is no catch. That bird has just been terribly distraught since her first owner died. I have been having a hard time finding anyone who she will stay around for more than a few minutes."
Jake looked the Count in the eyes, trying to decide whether he was lying or not. Quickly he made up his mind, as the smell of insense was beginning to make his head hurt.
By the time Jake went out of the store he was whistling happily, not knowing that he had just made the biggest mistake of his tragically short life.
As Jake left the phone rang, D picked it up. “He just left....As you predicted Maria chose him….I know....I just hope you made the right choice."
“Who was that?” Orcot asked, glaring suspiciously at the Count.
“A friend.” Count D said nonchalantly.
Suddenly the Detective got a very bad feeling. "Listen D, if you're participating in any illegal activity I'll catch you and throw you right in the slammer!" he was yelling now.
"Detective, might I remind you that I am entitled to my right to keep friends other than you." D's voice was raised irritably.
"Hey! I'm not your friend!" Leon yelled back. The animals seemed to sigh as they witnessed the scene. The Detective and the Count always argued like cats and dogs.
Upon coming home, Jake immediately fell asleep. When he awoke he found a naked, winged girl with long green hair staring at him.
He pushed himself away from the beautiful woman and pressed himself against the wall,
“Who are you?”
The girl smiled, brightly, “I’m Maria, you bought me home yesterday. You even petted me.”
“Woah lady, I most certainly did not 'pet you'! All I brought home was a bird yesterday! Are you...Are you an angel?" Jake's eyes were wide as he stared at her wings and lurid hair color.
The woman leaned forward, crawling over the bed towards Jake, “I can take whatever form pleases you; I just thought that it might ease the pain of losing your girlfriend if you saw a human female…”
He glared at her, trying not to notice the pleasing way she moved, “How do you know about Jennifer?”
“I know because I can feel your loss. Please let me easy that pain.” The girl said, pleading. She pressed herself against him, pressing her hands over his heart and looking into his green eyes with her liquid brown ones.
“O-Okay.” He said, still shaken and trying to draw the lines between this girl and a cute little bird. “But if you follow me around you’ll have to cover up your wings and put some clothes on.” When Maria took her weight off of him, Jake breathed a sigh of relief. Maria smiled and did as he had asked her to.
At work he was surprised to see how little people noticed that a green haired girl was following him around. He had thought for sure he would've gotten a hundred comments about her during the first hour of work, but instead it was like they didn’t even see Maria. He saw Jennifer that day and a familiar empty pang went through him.
“Does she cause you pain, master?” the bird asked.
“Yes.” Jake replied absently, his eyes focused on Jennifer
A look of determination went over Maria's face.
The next day Jennifer had a few scratches on her face. Another day and more scratches appeared and Jake’s pain grew at seeing her hurt. Then five days after the first scratches appeared an article appeared in the newspaper. Girl Dead, Apparently Brutally Beaten to Death. Further reading revealed that the girl was Jake's ex-girlfriend Jennifer.
Jake stared at the paper, his mouth going slack and his eyes starting to burn with tears.
“Does this please you, master?” Maria asked from across the table, in her human form now.
“You did this?” Jake said incredulously, raising his eyes from the paper to look at her.
“Yes, she caused you pain. I had to ease your pain.” Maria smiled as if hearing that she had just killed a woman was perfectly normal news.
Tears overflowed from Jake’s stinging eyes. Her death was all his fault. Jennifer was dead and it was all because he couldn't get over his selfish desire to be with her. The boy made to walk away from the table but his legs gave way beneath him. He curled up on the ground and howled.
“What’s the matter master? Why are you in pain?” Maria screamed, clutching at his shoulders, trying to see his face.
“My fault, it’s all my fault!” he screamed in mourning, knowing in his heart that it was true.
“You…cause yourself pain, master?” A confused look came over her face, “But that means she wasn’t the cause of pain, you are.” A determined look came over her face. “I must ease your pain.”
“No! Get away from me!” he screamed, pushing himself away from her.
“But master, I must ease your pain.” Her woman form began to change into a mass of muscle covered in feathers. Jake tried to flee in terror but Maria blocked the door. Jake ran for the balcony while a loud knocking sounded on his door. A man yelled something but he couldn’t hear it over the sound of his own screams. Jake dived over the balcony, barely catching himself when he came to his senses mid-dive. He heard the sound of his door being kicked in. Suddenly his whole view of the world was blocked out by a twisted face, like a mixture between a woman and a bird's.
“Death shall bring you release from all pain, master,” said as she scratched at his fingers with her claws.
"Maria, please, no!" Jake screamed, as he felt one hand clawed off the railing.
"But...I have to. I want you to be happy." she said, smiling serenly at her logic.
It seemed to Jake that he fell through water as he fell six stories to his death. All he could see was Maria's smiling face transforming, the image was burned into his brain. He thought he saw someone else on his balcony, but the image of Maria's transformation quickly replaced that image. "Why," he whispered as he hit the ground.
“We couldn’t do anything," Detective Orcot held his face in his hands as he sat once more in Count d's tea room. "By the time we reached the balcony the kid, Jake, had jumped and whoever, or whatever, had killed him had fled."
Orcot stood up and grabbed D by the collar of his kimono, “You knew this would happen, didn’t you? Why didn’t you stop it?!”
"Unhand me, Detective! I knew nothing of the sort!" D yelled, striking Orcot with claw-like nails across the face.
Leon came to his senses and let the Count go. "Why?"the Detective paced in front of D,"Why, couldn't we save him?."
The Count stared reflectively at Orcot, “Because Detective, you cannot save someone from themselves. He went to see a fortune teller friend of mine the day he came to my shop. She told me that he was quite upset by his girlfriend breaking up with him. Such destructive internal emotions made him a ticking time bomb."
The blonde haired detective stared angrily at his black haired companion, "You knew he was unstable and you didn't tell someone!" He looked as if he was thinking of strangling D, but the fresh scratches on his face reminded him not to.
"What could we have done?" D said seriously, staring at the Detective, "It was in his cards and you can’t fight fate.”