A Relative Close By
by yearofthedragon (poptate12 at hotmail.com)
Hello, everyone! Once again I, the starving author, return
to you with a new chapter of my messed up serial "A Relative
Close By". Read on, fellow fanfiction lover, and enjoy!! ^_^
TO BE CONTINUED
Tiger was just finishing up her experiment for environmental
sciences in the backyard when a knock resounded. Not wanting to
disturb her two companions, she snapped off her gloves and
hurried to the door. Without bothering to ask who it might be,
she opened the door and stood there shocked. That is, until she
regained her composure and allowed the two guests inside.
Holmes and Lestrade were both fairly amused to how quickly
different emotions passed on the girl who opened the door’s face
until she recovered. They were invited inside and asked to take
off their shoes, while the girl explained it was a custom in her
Lestrade couldn’t believe how neat the house was, considering
that a bunch of teenagers lived here all alone. ‘Well, better get done
with this inspection quick.’
"Hello, I’m Tiger,"
Both Holmes and Lestrade turned from their inspection of the home
to face their hostess, who had just introduced herself. She had
waist-length black hair that appeared to shine blue in the light,
and equally sea blue eyes that gave the impression of a river.
"I assume you’re from the Yard,"
Lestrade seemed to get her voice back.
"Yup. Now the report said that four lived here,"
"Uh huh,, the boys are in their room and our other friend just
went to work. Would you like something to eat or drink?"
"Tea will be quite all right. By the way, I am Sherlock Holmes
and this is Inspector Lestrade."
"Pleased to meet you," Holmes quirked an eyebrow, amazed at the
politeness of the girl. Most of the teens in the 22nd century had
lost all manners -- Lestrade, for example, thought Holmes with a
ghost of a smile reaching his lips.
Tiger quickly made tea and set out biscuits for the guests.
Noticing that the Inspector had already started the routine
inspection, she placed them on the table, silently wishing that
her best friend would hurry home.
The person in question was stuck under a pile of children who
were arguing over the story for the day. Pride mentally sighed,
glancing around the mob to silently call roll. Everyone was there
and currently squishing her kidneys. She squirmed and prayed that
they would get the clue.
"Krishi, Nandina, put that down. All right, everyone off me!!"
startled the children quickly scampered off her. "Let’s sit down on
the bed over there, okay?"
And thus began her fairy tale time at the hospital. Despite her
quite rough exterior, she had a soft spot for kids. She loved
taking care of them, and this lot deserved more than they were
A beeping noise signaled the end of the session. Joyful faces
instantly turned mournful at the thought of their storyteller
leaving them. She smiled as she gave them all a kiss and a
Fifteen minutes later she was found jogging back to the house,
once again passing Baker Street. Her eyes roamed over one
particular building. She shook the thoughts out of her head.
Running up the steps two at a time, she opened the door; it was
rarely ever locked, only during the night. Turning the handle,
she entered the home and struggled to untie a knot in her old
"Tadaima!!!!! Hey, guys, I’m home! Gu...." She noticed unfamiliar
shoes. "Yaar, kone aya hai?" ("Guys, who are the guests?")
Livid that no one had answered, she marched into the living
Holmes was more than impressed by the state of the home. It
seemed as if the group were used to living without parental
However, his eyes caught a few artifacts on and over the
mantle. Delicately placed there, was a numerous sheathed daggers,
a triton, a halberd, and lastly a bow and a quiver with intricate
designs on the bases of the arrows that it held. He moved forward
to study them. A voice broke through his train of thought.
"They’re nice, aren’t they?" the voice belonged to a boy. Tall,
lanky but slightly muscular, his tanned skin and hair made an
"Yes. I assume they are antiques?"
"Yup, one of a kind. One for each of us."
At this Holmes raised an eyebrow. Which of the weapons belonged
to which individual....
As if reading his mind, the boy answered.
"The daggers belong to me, the triton belongs to Tiger, the
halberd belongs to...."
"Me." He was cut off by another young man. This one let little
emotion show on his face, yet if one was perceptive enough they
might see the insignificant twitch of his lips and the brows that
were slightly crinkled in amusment.
"Hello, I’m Calvin; this buffoon probably hasn’t introduced
himself. He’s Hobbes."
"You were supposed to be studying." Hobbes glared at Cal,
clearly offended by the buffoon comment.
"How’d you manage to do it so fast?" sputtered an indignant
Hobbes. "I still have three chapters left!"
"If you weren’t too busy stealing Pride’s food you would have
finished as well," replied Cal in an offhand manner, "You know
you’ll be in trouble when she finds out. And yes, the bow and
arrows belong to her." He had noticed Holmes staring at the said
object on the mantle.
A/N: I want to type more but i can't. Too lazy....
Okay, Tadaima means I'm home in Japanese. I'm sorry the plot isn't
running as well as I thought. Which means this is going to be a long
story.-_- *sigh*. next time I promise a plot-filled chapter and fewer
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