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Homeward Horizons	By : Shadowfox13 Category: +M to R > Pet Shop of Horrors Views: 2630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Homeward Horizons
- 2-Homeward Horizons 2
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: POSH does not belong to me nor any of its loveable characters. Please don't sue I'm broke. ^0^V

Ok, I put some characters, Shawn, Uta, Geren and Serathial and perhaps may put more but I’m doing this as I go along no planning folks.

On a more up-to-date note, I just did some corrections so that Chapters one and two were separate chapters. I apologize for the mistake; cutting and pasting apparently also has its drawbacks. :) For any more update news, just look on my bio at the bottom.

Title: Homeward Horizons

Rating: I don't know yet but does have at least reference to male X male parings. As with everything I write, I do consider this AU

Author: Carol Duchesneau

Status: 1/?

Pairings: Well D/Leon of course, Tet-Chan/Chris, Jill/Ten-chan and if Shawn gets paired, it'll probably be with that bird o.0

Chapter 1

The twilight sky slid into the dark velvet of the evening; oppressive silence met with the incessant noise of the city. Chris looked up out of his office window wondering for the hundredth time why he felt as if something was missing, as his unfinished paper work cheerily mocked him for his inattentiveness.

Concentration was an elusive beast as his thoughts continued to float in no particular order. It was a good thing Jill, a family friend as well as a police woman, was too busy to visit today or she might have been laughing at the state of his mind. She was just as devastated as he had been when Leon had disappeared. Thinking back, it had happened not too long after the accident and Count D’s disappearance. Leon hadn’t been the same fiery person, as if some small bit of his essence had been stolen.

Of course, then, Chris was back with his aunt and uncle because he was still young back then and Leon had not been fit for the care of a child. Still, he’d spent more time with Chris giving him more hugs than he previously had before their brotherly bond had been repaired. Yet, that wasn’t enough to heal the missing piece Leon seemed to have harbored.

Closing his eyes, a tired sigh escaped his lips while he slumped in his chair. He’d quit the FBI a few years back and started his own detective agency. The room came back into view as his lids lifted and there, stared a pair of saddened golden eyes.

“Excuse me sir, but I noticed the sign on your door. Detective find things, right?” The young voice hoped.

Chris nodded, “Yes, but how did you get past Shawn?” He asked.

Usually his assistant’s hawkish gaze never missed anything, most importantly, people coming and going. The fragile looking being twitched, blinking in puzzlement as if deciding on what to say when a knock on the door interrupted.

“Hey Chris, you ok? Who are you talking to?” A smooth tenor murmured his concern.

Chris blinked shaking his head as the door opened, “Well, I didn’t get her name…” He trailed off as he looked back only to find the space in front of him empty, the only other living thing was a huge exotic bird singing outside his open window.

“Eh…I must have fallen asleep and was dreaming.” He muttered, stretching and yawing.

Shawn grinned, “Bored huh? Well, I was coming to tell you I was going home for the night and judging by the quietness, perhaps you should too.” He suggested quirking a brow.

Chris chuckled. “Naw, it’s still early for me but you go ahead.”

Shrugging the young man left humming. Looking around the blonde young man frowned. Had he fallen asleep and imagined it all? He could have sworn that there had been a young lady in front of his desk when he’d opened his eyes. Sighing he looked out his window and there she stood, white and crimson wings splayed

“I’m sorry Chris, only you can see me.” The creature apologized softly. Only then did he notice that wings aside the bird was male without any shirt to cover what Chris thought should have been there, he could not help but gulp.

“Ah…I’m sorry but…” Not sure where to begin, he tried again, “Ah, I know I’m probably pointing out the obvious, but you have wings.” He stated, focusing on the less discomfiting fact as distant fuzzy memories stirred at the back of his mind, a picture or two of some place he did not really recall the details of, except of a guy with red hair and horns.

Was it an imaginary friend perhaps? Some imagination that turned out to be! The guy was even more gorgeous than Shawn, his assistant. The young man smiled, “Yes, I do. I am a bird after all.” He replied.

There were so many unanswered questions which Chris smothered in favor of getting down to business. This being, whoever he was had asked for help. “I’ll take your word for it, although I don’t see how I could help you then, wouldn’t it be more helpful to you to go to a petshop or shelter then? And what should I call you?” he wondered.

The bird shook his head sorrowfully, a big fat tear graced his cheek as he kept his head down. “It takes a special person to hear nature like you and your brother, though he was most reluctant to admit to hearing or seeing us in the beginning. My name is Uta of the Swan Lark clan. I had been away doing the count’s bidding…”

Uta noticed Chris’ bewildered look and realized in a stricken moment that Chris remembered nothing consciously, at least not clearly although he maintained his gift of communication. “I see you do not remember me, although that could be because I never really did talk to you then.”

Uta shook his head with a sigh. “Please, I’ve lost my way back to Count D, will you help me find my way home? It isn’t where it should be and I haven’t been given new directions.” The beautiful creature began to cry in earnest and Chris did not have the heart to say no in spite of how crazy it would look, so he nodded resignedly.

“Yes, I will.” He consented as the feeling of something missing reasserted itself, “but you seem to have some answers too so we are going to have a nice long chat.” Uta looked disbelievingly at first but then it sunk in someone was going to help him! He moved around the desk and hugged the startled the young man, “Yes! Anything, I’ll help you with anything I can.” He affirmed.

At the other end of town, Shawn sat at his window in the only chair in the entire house, sparse walls echoing the story of his life. He didn’t belong, not really. This wasn’t a home, furnished more for utility. It consisted of a card table with a folding chair by the window in the dining/living/sleeping area. His kitchen near bare except for the needed tools and utensils and phone laid on an end table by his door next to a sagging couch which faced a T.V./dvd player on top of a dresser which stood next to an old fashioned wardrobe, the only antique piece of furniture he kept, left to him by his grandmother.

His bathroom had no frills, just his shaving kit and bath and shower stuff. He had listened to the message on his machine which informed him in no uncertain terms, that he no longer had a girlfriend. Not surprising of course since this would make the third time. Apparently he just had no luck when it came to love. He trudged to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, seeing a mane of reddish auburn hair that was a tad too long and soulful emerald eyes fringed by lashes that made him look girlish.

His gaze examined the rest of his face, noting that his lips were too pouty and facial bones lent a sort of delicateness that gave more credence to the illusion of femininity. It wasn’t too long after his second break-up, he had decided there must be something wrong with him.

Puzzled eyes stared back at him, didn’t most girls like the androgynous look anyway? He sighed, what was wrong with him, why was he suddenly obsessing with his looks? He looked at the time, Chris wasn’t back yet, as he had not heard the door across from him being opened or the young man’s mutter. Some things never change, including his bad habit of listening for his neighbor. It just showed how little of a personal life he really had, he supposed.

His phone rang and he jumped. Who would be calling him? He thought in surprise as he went to pick it up. “Hello?” He tentatively asked.

“Is this Shawn Syracuse?” a voice on the other end asked.

“Yes, may I help you?”

A chuckle floated through, “Indeed you may; would it be all right to ask you to meet me at Sonata Moonlight? If I am not mistaken, you work with a detective agency and I’d like to hire you.”

The mysterious voice informed him gruffly. His eyes narrowed, “But how did you get my number, it’s unlisted.”

The voice was silent for a moment. My people have their methods Mr. Syracuse, will you come or not. I am authorized to pay fifty million.” Shawn shook his head stunned at the amount.

“I’ll be there, but please keep in mind that I am only the assistant.”

The rough voice laughed, “I’ll be sure to remember that.” Soon he was dressed and out the door. He scribbled a note and slipped it under Chris’ door along with the address he was given and activated his cell which usually stayed off unless he was working, finally speeding off to his destination. From the shadows a pair of eyes glowed crimson, unseen by any but watching as the young human sped away. In another moment the eyes were gone and a faint flutter which goes unheard is the only acknowledgement that something had been there only moments before.
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