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Title: Unforgotten Lost
Author: MysticRice
Type: Chapter/Part 1
Rating: PG-13 (for language - Chris ain't a morning person)
Characters: Chris, Leon, Totetsu, and eventually Count D
Notes: Okay the part 1 is an introduction. Setting is after 12 years after the
manga ends, inspired by Spirited Away and Petshop of Horrors: December.
Part1
I scream, no I howl. The sound I make shouldn’t even be considered human. How
could emotions be so overwhelming that they would bubble up inside and feel like physical
pain caged in my chest, my heart? And this pain, this sentient thing that possesses me,
runs up my throat into my mind. Everything blurs and I howl to try and release it. This
never works but it releases the pressure. There is pounding and it all finally begins to
subside. Realization returns enough for me to gather that the pounding is coming from the
walls, that infuriating woman with the cats who can’t seem to mind her own damn
business. And with that odd out of place thought, the room returns to me. It hasn’t left
me though, the pain. It still spins about inside, I just allowed some steam to escape. I
can’t remember when the pain hasn’t been there.
No, that’s not quite true.
I unfold myself from the pillow and blankets that I had been trying to suffocate.
There’s enough room here to sleep and do homework, a small bathroom and even smaller
kitchen. I wanted to save as much money as possible while attending college and the off
campus apartment allowed that, never know when you might have an emergency after all,
and it did also allow for my car expenses. The apartment did posses a balcony strangely
enough. I step outside to embrace the brisk autumn air.
I think the weather brought on the fit. That and I know it had happened on an
evening exactly like this. Whatever had happened to Leon and me, whatever it is that
haunts Leon still, this is how that night had felt. It was on this night 12 years ago. It
happened and I can’t even remember what it was.
That first year I came to live with Leon I can bearly remember, everything about it
is misty. The pain started after that, that year was important but I can’t get at those
memories. I think that’s why I hurt. Leon remembers though, I’m sure of it. It hurts him
too. He won’t talk much about it. Perhaps he thinks it’s easier on me not to know.
I have some theories of course. A combination of observations of my brother’s
behavior and the environment he surrounds himself with, my own reactions to things and
looking at my own thoughts, and of course my intuition. Ah the old Orcot gut instincts, I
wonder if mother or even my father had possesed them, perhaps it was one of our
grandparents? A constant source of strife for both of us, I know its gotten Leon into
worlds of trouble, but it was also one of his greatest strengths as a detective and now, as a
captain.
For me, since the missing time from my childhood that intuition has lead me from,
and ideally to...I don’t know what to call it. From wanting to become a detective like my
brother...to working towards a degree in Liberal Arts, specializing in Asian arts and
mythologly. I remember the look Leon gave me when I told him what I had changed my
degree to. He didn’t say what he had been thinking, I know that we had had that
disscussion before. He asked me what kind of work I’d get with a degree like that. Don’t
quite know myself yet but the the old Eastern stories just reach out and comfort me in
ways I don’t understand.
So I follow them, and in turn I gain this romantic story in my mind of how Leon
and I had been swept away by the spirits of these stories. Couldn’t be true of course, but
with that missing year from when I first came to live with Leon...I can’t be sure. It seems
to be a common theme, childern are drawn into these magical realms and must be returned
quickly or lost forever. And once the childern return to the real world they forget all of
their adventures but are forever moved by them. God, I’m too much of a romantic.
Reason and rational thinking tells me its not true but the pain...the never ceasing
pain of knowing I have lost something precious wants me to believe. Odd theory huh?
More like a childish dream.
***
”Tet-chan stop teasing him!” A girl, her hair in ringlets. Golden blonde.
“It’s not my fault that he’s such a crybaby.” His hair like fire with spiraled gold
horns. His eyes are a brillant sun color...there is fire in those eyes.
“I’m going to tell the Count!” The blonde girl in the pink doll dress runs off.
“Damn tattletale. And you kid, you really need to stick up for yourself, for crying
out loud! Get mad! If you’re being picked on, snap back!”
But...but I can’t, it would be mean...to snap at a friend.
Rrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg
“If they’re being mean to you they’re not really your friends are they?”
But Tet-chan, I thought you were my friend.
His fierce experssion falls.
Rrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg
“Fuck.” **Bang, Bang.** Ow, that hurt. Damn alarm clock.
Rrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg
“Oh, it’s the phone.”
Rrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg
“ ’ello? Leon? What’s up?”
“Chris, could you come by the station after your classes?”
“Um...Sure bro.”
“Great. I get off at six, I thought I was going to miss you, I was sure your first
class was at nine but it was hopping in here as soon as I got here.”
“Nine? Wait, what? Oh crap!” *Crash*
“Chris, it’s 11:30...”
“Sorry! What? The floor came at me really fast. I got to go, its already 11:30,
bye!” *click*
Oh crap I’m late, I’m so late, I’m so freakin’ late! *Bang!* OWWWWW!!!
Fucking dresser! Shit! Screw it! Sweat pants and t-shirt it is! Bookbag, bookbag... AH
there it is! *Trips* FUCK! Ok, ok, let’s go! *Slams door, catches shirt.* “DAMNIT!”
*Releases shirt, slams door, runs down the stairs* *Runs back up* PAPER!! Fuck
where’s my PAPER?! *Rifles through mountains of notes on the counter.* PAPER!
PAPER! MILK?!...Nooo, no...milk goes in fridge... *Opens fridge with milk in his hand,
spots paper on top of last nights pizza.* Oh, there it is! Alright, now I can go! *Runs out
again. Is four doors down before running back.* SHOES! *Grabs them, runs out again.
gets two doors down before coming back.* Keys...keys, ah bookbag, right! *Locks door.*
God, I wish I just unplugged the phone last night!
***That night***
I should have accepted Leon’s ride. The car wouldn’t start this morning and I
didn’t have time to fiddle with it, but I caught the bus thankfully. The disadvantage to
living off campus. At least I don’t have to run home like I’ve been running everywhere
else today. Stupid alarm clock.
Too bad the sky decided to open up. But I don’t mind the rain too much, it’s just
that heavy, steady rain that comes fast enough to soak you in a few minutes.
Classes were harsh and the visit with Leon was odd, but it usually has in the past this time of year. I think Leon is making his yearly stop in Chinatown. We’ll have dinner before, and Leon does this odd, wanting to comfort me but really comforting himself thing. This oddity is a ritual of sorts, usually we get a long fine. I’m too tired to tail him to China Town this time though, I'm sure he'd spot me following. But at least there was some breaks from uncomfortable silence this time.
“Chris...”
“Uhh...why are you looking at me like that?”
“What’s with your hands?”
“Nothing.”
“Do you have a manicure?”
“Uh...Well you see...I know a girl in cosmo and she needed a few people to
practice on...”
“Never mind.”
"Okay.""Chris it's just... Try not to do anything weird okay, college is different from high school but..."
"People can still be asses and torment others, don't be a target, I know. I you were popular in school and I got kick me signs, but I know how to see trouble coming up to me now Leon. Anyway just cause I have a manicure and its not a "masculine thing" doesn't mean I'm going to have a gang assume I'm gay and beat me up. And no crime statics please telling me I'm wrong please. People leave me alone for the most part now."
"Speaking of the gay thing..."
"I'm not." I just give the impression I am, Leon and I've had this discussion a hundred times before.
"I wasn't assuming anything Chris, just, well I wouldn't be to surprised if we don't get invited back east for thanksgiving this year."
Leon and I just look at each other for a moment. I know the 'not now but later' look when I get it.
"So... anything interesting going on in homicide these days?"
It sounds like there is going to be a real good family fight brewing but I'll have to wait a few days for Leon to get out of his own 'weird' mode to find out. But this morning is still bothering me in retrospect, I hate it when I get woken out of a dream though, I can’t recall what I was dreaming about except that it had really weird people in it. At least I don’t have any homework due tomorrow so I can get to enjoy a hot shower and get to bed.
I catch something out of the corner of my eye and pause. Oh no. Please don’t let
that be a dog, let it just be a rag that didn’t make it into the dumpster. I go back to the alleyway. No, that looks like a dog in really bad shape. Poor thing, I can’t just leave it out here in the rain in such bad shape, maybe the poor thing is already gone. Mr. Paifas is going to kill me if he catches me trying to smuggle anymore strays in. I reach over and pick the thing up, thank the gods it’s still breathing. I hold it close, trying to keep it warm and I get poked by something sharp. It has...horns? “What the..." This isn’t a dog...
Author: MysticRice
Type: Chapter/Part 1
Rating: PG-13 (for language - Chris ain't a morning person)
Characters: Chris, Leon, Totetsu, and eventually Count D
Notes: Okay the part 1 is an introduction. Setting is after 12 years after the
manga ends, inspired by Spirited Away and Petshop of Horrors: December.
Part1
I scream, no I howl. The sound I make shouldn’t even be considered human. How
could emotions be so overwhelming that they would bubble up inside and feel like physical
pain caged in my chest, my heart? And this pain, this sentient thing that possesses me,
runs up my throat into my mind. Everything blurs and I howl to try and release it. This
never works but it releases the pressure. There is pounding and it all finally begins to
subside. Realization returns enough for me to gather that the pounding is coming from the
walls, that infuriating woman with the cats who can’t seem to mind her own damn
business. And with that odd out of place thought, the room returns to me. It hasn’t left
me though, the pain. It still spins about inside, I just allowed some steam to escape. I
can’t remember when the pain hasn’t been there.
No, that’s not quite true.
I unfold myself from the pillow and blankets that I had been trying to suffocate.
There’s enough room here to sleep and do homework, a small bathroom and even smaller
kitchen. I wanted to save as much money as possible while attending college and the off
campus apartment allowed that, never know when you might have an emergency after all,
and it did also allow for my car expenses. The apartment did posses a balcony strangely
enough. I step outside to embrace the brisk autumn air.
I think the weather brought on the fit. That and I know it had happened on an
evening exactly like this. Whatever had happened to Leon and me, whatever it is that
haunts Leon still, this is how that night had felt. It was on this night 12 years ago. It
happened and I can’t even remember what it was.
That first year I came to live with Leon I can bearly remember, everything about it
is misty. The pain started after that, that year was important but I can’t get at those
memories. I think that’s why I hurt. Leon remembers though, I’m sure of it. It hurts him
too. He won’t talk much about it. Perhaps he thinks it’s easier on me not to know.
I have some theories of course. A combination of observations of my brother’s
behavior and the environment he surrounds himself with, my own reactions to things and
looking at my own thoughts, and of course my intuition. Ah the old Orcot gut instincts, I
wonder if mother or even my father had possesed them, perhaps it was one of our
grandparents? A constant source of strife for both of us, I know its gotten Leon into
worlds of trouble, but it was also one of his greatest strengths as a detective and now, as a
captain.
For me, since the missing time from my childhood that intuition has lead me from,
and ideally to...I don’t know what to call it. From wanting to become a detective like my
brother...to working towards a degree in Liberal Arts, specializing in Asian arts and
mythologly. I remember the look Leon gave me when I told him what I had changed my
degree to. He didn’t say what he had been thinking, I know that we had had that
disscussion before. He asked me what kind of work I’d get with a degree like that. Don’t
quite know myself yet but the the old Eastern stories just reach out and comfort me in
ways I don’t understand.
So I follow them, and in turn I gain this romantic story in my mind of how Leon
and I had been swept away by the spirits of these stories. Couldn’t be true of course, but
with that missing year from when I first came to live with Leon...I can’t be sure. It seems
to be a common theme, childern are drawn into these magical realms and must be returned
quickly or lost forever. And once the childern return to the real world they forget all of
their adventures but are forever moved by them. God, I’m too much of a romantic.
Reason and rational thinking tells me its not true but the pain...the never ceasing
pain of knowing I have lost something precious wants me to believe. Odd theory huh?
More like a childish dream.
***
”Tet-chan stop teasing him!” A girl, her hair in ringlets. Golden blonde.
“It’s not my fault that he’s such a crybaby.” His hair like fire with spiraled gold
horns. His eyes are a brillant sun color...there is fire in those eyes.
“I’m going to tell the Count!” The blonde girl in the pink doll dress runs off.
“Damn tattletale. And you kid, you really need to stick up for yourself, for crying
out loud! Get mad! If you’re being picked on, snap back!”
But...but I can’t, it would be mean...to snap at a friend.
Rrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg
“If they’re being mean to you they’re not really your friends are they?”
But Tet-chan, I thought you were my friend.
His fierce experssion falls.
Rrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg
“Fuck.” **Bang, Bang.** Ow, that hurt. Damn alarm clock.
Rrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg
“Oh, it’s the phone.”
Rrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnngggg
“ ’ello? Leon? What’s up?”
“Chris, could you come by the station after your classes?”
“Um...Sure bro.”
“Great. I get off at six, I thought I was going to miss you, I was sure your first
class was at nine but it was hopping in here as soon as I got here.”
“Nine? Wait, what? Oh crap!” *Crash*
“Chris, it’s 11:30...”
“Sorry! What? The floor came at me really fast. I got to go, its already 11:30,
bye!” *click*
Oh crap I’m late, I’m so late, I’m so freakin’ late! *Bang!* OWWWWW!!!
Fucking dresser! Shit! Screw it! Sweat pants and t-shirt it is! Bookbag, bookbag... AH
there it is! *Trips* FUCK! Ok, ok, let’s go! *Slams door, catches shirt.* “DAMNIT!”
*Releases shirt, slams door, runs down the stairs* *Runs back up* PAPER!! Fuck
where’s my PAPER?! *Rifles through mountains of notes on the counter.* PAPER!
PAPER! MILK?!...Nooo, no...milk goes in fridge... *Opens fridge with milk in his hand,
spots paper on top of last nights pizza.* Oh, there it is! Alright, now I can go! *Runs out
again. Is four doors down before running back.* SHOES! *Grabs them, runs out again.
gets two doors down before coming back.* Keys...keys, ah bookbag, right! *Locks door.*
God, I wish I just unplugged the phone last night!
***That night***
I should have accepted Leon’s ride. The car wouldn’t start this morning and I
didn’t have time to fiddle with it, but I caught the bus thankfully. The disadvantage to
living off campus. At least I don’t have to run home like I’ve been running everywhere
else today. Stupid alarm clock.
Too bad the sky decided to open up. But I don’t mind the rain too much, it’s just
that heavy, steady rain that comes fast enough to soak you in a few minutes.
Classes were harsh and the visit with Leon was odd, but it usually has in the past this time of year. I think Leon is making his yearly stop in Chinatown. We’ll have dinner before, and Leon does this odd, wanting to comfort me but really comforting himself thing. This oddity is a ritual of sorts, usually we get a long fine. I’m too tired to tail him to China Town this time though, I'm sure he'd spot me following. But at least there was some breaks from uncomfortable silence this time.
“Chris...”
“Uhh...why are you looking at me like that?”
“What’s with your hands?”
“Nothing.”
“Do you have a manicure?”
“Uh...Well you see...I know a girl in cosmo and she needed a few people to
practice on...”
“Never mind.”
"Okay.""Chris it's just... Try not to do anything weird okay, college is different from high school but..."
"People can still be asses and torment others, don't be a target, I know. I you were popular in school and I got kick me signs, but I know how to see trouble coming up to me now Leon. Anyway just cause I have a manicure and its not a "masculine thing" doesn't mean I'm going to have a gang assume I'm gay and beat me up. And no crime statics please telling me I'm wrong please. People leave me alone for the most part now."
"Speaking of the gay thing..."
"I'm not." I just give the impression I am, Leon and I've had this discussion a hundred times before.
"I wasn't assuming anything Chris, just, well I wouldn't be to surprised if we don't get invited back east for thanksgiving this year."
Leon and I just look at each other for a moment. I know the 'not now but later' look when I get it.
"So... anything interesting going on in homicide these days?"
It sounds like there is going to be a real good family fight brewing but I'll have to wait a few days for Leon to get out of his own 'weird' mode to find out. But this morning is still bothering me in retrospect, I hate it when I get woken out of a dream though, I can’t recall what I was dreaming about except that it had really weird people in it. At least I don’t have any homework due tomorrow so I can get to enjoy a hot shower and get to bed.
I catch something out of the corner of my eye and pause. Oh no. Please don’t let
that be a dog, let it just be a rag that didn’t make it into the dumpster. I go back to the alleyway. No, that looks like a dog in really bad shape. Poor thing, I can’t just leave it out here in the rain in such bad shape, maybe the poor thing is already gone. Mr. Paifas is going to kill me if he catches me trying to smuggle anymore strays in. I reach over and pick the thing up, thank the gods it’s still breathing. I hold it close, trying to keep it warm and I get poked by something sharp. It has...horns? “What the..." This isn’t a dog...