"Fuck." Hiruma hissed in annoyance, ignoring the stares of the other customers in the shop. There was nothing that suited him, nothing scary enough to fit his tastes. Customers scattered as he knocked over a display on his way out of the pet shop.
Yes, the devious Yoichi Hiruma was looking for a pet. After seeing how many people feared animals he'd figured that he would get one to assist him in his devilish endeavors but to no avail as none of the shops he'd visited had quite what he was looking for. He needed something fast, strong and scary. "Why can't the fuckin' shops sell wolves or something?" he grumbled under his breath as he stalked down the street. Four hours, he'd been looking for four fuckin' hours and he still hadn't found anything. Deciding that it was time for a break Hiruma stopped to ponder what restaurant to eat at. Eventually he decided on Chinese and stalked off toward Deimon's Chinatown.
After finishing his meal Hiruma decided to wander around Chinatown for a bit. The people there didn't know him and he found the relative silence of the area a welcome change. He was soon bored however as most of the shops were, in fact, crummy tourist attractions most of which weren't even run by Chinese. It was only after going through a few alleys and backstreets that Hiruma found a shop he was actually interested in. The shop was fairly plain looking except for the oriental decorations placed sparingly around the entrance, giving it a quaint, peaceful look. Count D's Pet shop Hiruma read and grinned. 'Perhaps this "Count D" will have something that suits my tastes.' He chuckled and went inside.
"Welcome." The beautiful man in front of Hiruma did not appear shocked in the least to have a pointy-eared, fanged teenager carrying a rifle step into his shop. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" Hiruma cast a quick glance around the shop and seeing nothing but boring pets he grinned and asked, in a sickly polite voice, "Yes sir. I'm looking for something... unusual. And dangerous." the man raised an eyebrow and, much to Hiruma's surprise, smiled. "If that's the case I have just the thing for you. Please, follow me to the back."
"Out of my way." Leon grunted as a pointy-eared youth pushed out of the doorway of the Count's shop, carrying both a crate and a gun (it surely must be a fake) and sprinting off down the street chuckling evilly. "Who was that? You didn't sell him anything dangerous did you?" The count looked up at Leon from where he'd been sitting on the couch, gold and violet eyes twinkling mischievously. "Just a customer and of course not. I merely gave him," and here he smiled making Leon cringe slightly, "a dog." Relaxing visibly Leon collapsed onto the couch I mean, yeah he was only there for temporary business but it wouldn't be good for people to start dying while he was around. "Just a dog. Good." he said and sighed.
Hiruma popped his gum, smiling fondly (though to his team it just looked evil) at the memory. His dog, Cerberus, lying asleep by his feet. He reached down to scratch between the burly dog's ears. 'Sorry Count,' he thought, 'but I'm not planning on breaking that contract of yours anytime soon.' Yoichi Hiruma cackled loudly startling his team. Yes, he knew about the contracts and he tolerated, even liked the dog that grunted at his outburst. No, he was not planning on visiting that shop anytime soon. Not now, not ever.