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The plants chose the owner, not the other way around. Byakuran watched hundreds and hundreds of senseless, dull-witted, tasty looking humans wander in and out of his flower shop every day, some wanting useless little bouquets, some wanting one of his 'special' arrangements, and some who wandered into the back room to look at the exotic plants Byakuran kept away from the public. It was rare for those who wandered back there to survive long after they had 'purchased' a plant. Rare, unless of course the plant liked them. It happened, sometimes. Byakuran couldn't predict it though, and he was always sure to give specific instructions to the stupid silly humans who bought the plants.
It was not his fault they could not follow instructions. It was the reason for that Gremlins movie, correct? Don't get them wet, and don't feed them after midnight.
Stupid humans.
A knock against the wood that surrounded his glass door (a travesty, the poor tree cried out for vengeance) and the bell above the door tinkled sweetly as someone stepped inside. Given that none of his putrid customers ever knocked Byakuran knew the man stepping inside of his humble abode was someone special. Someone sweet and delightful, who smelled far too good to be a simple human.
"Byakuran-san?" Shouichi rounded the rows of plant food and peered around. He glanced at the darkened doorway to the back, but shied away. Byakuran smiled and peeled himself away from what he was doing, grasping the half-finished bouquet in one hand as he walked out into the well lit shop.
"Shou-chan." Byakuran waved the bouquet, currently a cardinal flower and peacock orchid surrounded by greenery, "I must have known you were coming." The addition of sage and caladium would lead the bouquet to mean 'welcome to a special guest'.
Shouichi shot the flowers a suspicious look, his eyes categorizing the types of flowers used and checking them against his mental knowledge of what the meanings of the flowers were. Shouichi was so good about that. It was why he had arrived at Byakuran's pet shop, after a bouquet of lavender, rocket, basil, marigold, Russian olive, rue, and gum cistus, and coltsfoot had lead to the deaths of two bitter rivals, one who had sent the bouquet, and one who had received it. A shame the man sending the bouquet had not specified on which side to place the coltsfoot.
"That's very nice of you, Byakuran-san." Shouichi straightened his cheap suit, it was made of so much polyester it made Byakuran's nose twitch. "But I didn't come just to see me."
"Fuu…" Byakuran set the half finished bouquet on the counter and leaned over it. "You have a case you need help with, Shou-chan?" Shouichi smelled so delicious, he couldn't be pure human, there was something about him… he made Byakuran want to pollinate. "I'm always happy to help with your… investigations."
Shouichi nervously tugged at his tie, his cheeks flushing and his eyes darting away. Some day Byakuran would get Shouichi to take home a bouquet, or maybe one of the special plants… or a vial of nectar, then Shouichi would be all his.
"Has this man been to visit?" Byakuran bit back a sigh when Shouichi dug the picture out to show him, a picture of a worthless meat sack who *had* been to visit, but really they all looked the same to Byakuran.
Worthless meat sacks. Every murder meant one more of them was gone, but they gave birth and multiplied so easily. Not like Byakuran's precious plants, which they were always, always, always destroying.
"Oh, yes, I think he bought a rare breed from me…"
It was not his fault they could not follow instructions. It was the reason for that Gremlins movie, correct? Don't get them wet, and don't feed them after midnight.
Stupid humans.
A knock against the wood that surrounded his glass door (a travesty, the poor tree cried out for vengeance) and the bell above the door tinkled sweetly as someone stepped inside. Given that none of his putrid customers ever knocked Byakuran knew the man stepping inside of his humble abode was someone special. Someone sweet and delightful, who smelled far too good to be a simple human.
"Byakuran-san?" Shouichi rounded the rows of plant food and peered around. He glanced at the darkened doorway to the back, but shied away. Byakuran smiled and peeled himself away from what he was doing, grasping the half-finished bouquet in one hand as he walked out into the well lit shop.
"Shou-chan." Byakuran waved the bouquet, currently a cardinal flower and peacock orchid surrounded by greenery, "I must have known you were coming." The addition of sage and caladium would lead the bouquet to mean 'welcome to a special guest'.
Shouichi shot the flowers a suspicious look, his eyes categorizing the types of flowers used and checking them against his mental knowledge of what the meanings of the flowers were. Shouichi was so good about that. It was why he had arrived at Byakuran's pet shop, after a bouquet of lavender, rocket, basil, marigold, Russian olive, rue, and gum cistus, and coltsfoot had lead to the deaths of two bitter rivals, one who had sent the bouquet, and one who had received it. A shame the man sending the bouquet had not specified on which side to place the coltsfoot.
"That's very nice of you, Byakuran-san." Shouichi straightened his cheap suit, it was made of so much polyester it made Byakuran's nose twitch. "But I didn't come just to see me."
"Fuu…" Byakuran set the half finished bouquet on the counter and leaned over it. "You have a case you need help with, Shou-chan?" Shouichi smelled so delicious, he couldn't be pure human, there was something about him… he made Byakuran want to pollinate. "I'm always happy to help with your… investigations."
Shouichi nervously tugged at his tie, his cheeks flushing and his eyes darting away. Some day Byakuran would get Shouichi to take home a bouquet, or maybe one of the special plants… or a vial of nectar, then Shouichi would be all his.
"Has this man been to visit?" Byakuran bit back a sigh when Shouichi dug the picture out to show him, a picture of a worthless meat sack who *had* been to visit, but really they all looked the same to Byakuran.
Worthless meat sacks. Every murder meant one more of them was gone, but they gave birth and multiplied so easily. Not like Byakuran's precious plants, which they were always, always, always destroying.
"Oh, yes, I think he bought a rare breed from me…"