What the Camera Doesn't See
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Title: What the Camera Doesn't See: Part: VI
Author: Genji
Disclaimer & Warnings: See Part I
Denotations:
'thoughts'
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Written story
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{Written Words}
"Dialog"
*emphasis* think italics
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My dear, dumb friend, low lying there,
A willing vassal at my feet,
Glad partner of my home and fare
My shadow in the street
--Josiah Holland, To My Dog "Blanco"
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The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Have you seen Sandra? You know, my puppy?" the voice demanded, panic breaking the caller's voice.
"No. Why? Is she missing?" the other asked.
"Yes! She's been gone since Friday, when we were together."
"That's too bad. Sorry, I can't help you. I'll let you know if I see her."
"Thanks. I'm going crazy here. God, I miss her."
"She'll find her way back home, I'm sure of that. But I'll keep an eye out for her."
"You're the best. I gotta go call up the others now, maybe they've seen her. G'bye."
"Bye."
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Quatre walked into his apartment. Instead of the usual trying not to trip over the cat routine, he was rewarded with hissing and barking, as well as the destruction of his apartment.
The curtains were in shreds from Riyad trying to escape his foe. A glass that he had left out on the table lay in shatters, and pillows lay all about the floor, some of their stuffing shaken out. Quatre hurried to the source of the disturbing sounds.
He found a little puppy on the ground, barking and wagging its tail, as Riyad, scared out of his wits by this newcomer, hissed back from his refuge on top of the bookshelf. The puppy, which was untagged and seemingly fat due to all the soft black puppy fur it still wore, waddled forward and started licking the quiet teen's hands.
"How'd you get in here, pup? You really are a beautiful-" he lifted the baby dog up, "girl. Do you have a name? No not that you could tell me. I understand. Well, I'll just call you Nawal. Gift.
"Of course I can't keep you. Look what you did to Riyad. I'll put some flyers up, and then tomorrow we'll go to work and we'll see if anyone can keep you for the duration. I don't want Riyad to spend his days in terror because of an overly friendly pupster. Don't worry, I'm sure that there'll be someone who'd be thrilled to have you."
Nawal licked the gentle Arab's face. He smiled indulgently and scratched the pup's white underbelly. Riyad watched from his perch on the bookshelf, but didn't move.
Quatre put Nawal down and walked to the kitchen, the little canine loping after him. "Whatever am I gonna feed you?" he asked rhetorically.
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"What's with the dog?" Duo asked, petting Nawal's head. The puppy stood up against the sides of the tall plastic container Quatre had scrounged up. Quatre placed down a cereal bowl, filled with water.
"She appeared in my apartment. Gave Riyad a run for his money, so I can't keep her. I've got a feeling she wasn't meant for me, but is a run away. Spent the morning hanging up flyers, and stuff. I'm sure she belongs to a good home, just a run away."
"So, why'd you bring her here?" Duo had pulled the Burmese Mountain Dog puppy out of the container, and she curled up in the hollow that was created when he sat Indian-style on the floor.
"If we find an owner, and so she doesn't get into any trouble."
As if the Arab had given the female an idea she picked up her head and wagged her tail before bringing it down to rest on the braided youth's leg.
"I'd take her, but there's a no dog rule at my place," Duo said ruefully.
"Figures."
"Why don't you leave her here?" Trowa asked, standing in the doorway. How long he had stood there, Quatre wasn't sure.
"But someone's gotta keep an eye on her."
"I'll be here. Lou the night watchman called in sick, and I need to work on a couple things, so why not stay the night?" Trowa remarked carelessly, watching the lax puppy lazing in Duo's lap.
"That'd be great." A smile broke out on the blonde's face.
Trowa shrugged. "No problem."
He tossed a piece of paper into the trash and walked out.
The words written on the letter played through the tall youth's head. {Jezebel, you whore, you shall rue the day when you defaced one that was your better. That day is soon upon us, and I will come for what you took from me.}
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Trowa stormed out of the building, wanting some time alone. He was glad he had screened the mail before delivering it. Murasaki had thrust it into his arms, with explicit instructions before going to yell at her minions on crew. As a stage manager she was a formidable figure, as a person she was an icy force. The teen had recognized the writing, even though it had been addressed to Quatre this time. He had opened it then and there, knowing that his friend would simply shrug it off. The stolen item was the puppy; no one in their right mind would sacrifice such a sweet tempered dog.
The youth walked out into the gravel lot, just to clear his head. But the fresh air did not bring about solace for him. On the outside wall of the studio, written in red were the words, {Trowa, Forever Yours, Rae}. Each letter was easily three feet tall, and there was a small crowd, mostly crew, standing about.
The youth stormed through the mob, giving them an uncustomary glare, before grabbing a hose, which was used to create rain, when the need arose. Turning the water on full blast, he tried to wash away the stains on the wall. They remained, glistening like fresh blood in the sunshine. The throng had dispersed by then and Trowa put the hose down in defeat. He needed paint. Tomorrow this defacement of the building would be erased.
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© 2001 by Genji. Please do not remove without permission.
