Isabelle watched as all the lavishly dressed guests came into the ballroom..
As a thief, she has to observe the individuals she going to rob from.
Most of the mice here had so much money that they wont miss a couple hundreds or thousands. Isabelle giggled to herself; she always likes to think big.
Isabelle was a light brown mouse with odd eyes; her right eye was green and her left eye was blue. If anything, she looked fragile, which was laughable since she was anything but. She was what her cousin Neil called; "overly masculine". She fidgeted in her blue gown, not used to wearing formal dresses like these. She watched as a new guest came in and her eyebrows raised in interest.
The guest was a distinguished looking rat, dressed in a black suit along with a opera cape, cravat and a top hat. She watched as strut in, smiling slightly as he saw someone and went straight to that person. It turned out o be an older woman mouse, who she realized was Madam Boucherie.
God, she hated that woman. She was a madam in one of the most well-known brothels in London, which her friend Rose used to be a part of. From Rose's stories, she sounded like an incredibly cruel woman.
As she continued to watch the rat guest and Boucherie talking, she can help but find the rat incredibly...attractive. She growled to herself, feeling like she wanted him...that she just had to have him.
She got up and walked towards them, deciding to make herself known.
Raitgan sighed as he pulled out his cigarette holder and put it in his mouth. Its been a year since his fall from the clock tower and since his thugs (some of them managing to escape) found him. They found him in the Thames river and quickly took him back to the hideout, which for some reason, Basil didn't even look into. Even Fidget, who survived his fall, came back to working for him. It was mostly because they had nowhere else to go.
He decided to got to this party mostly for information. You could find out all the news in London, both good and bad. He decided to talk to Madam Boucherie, who knows all about London gossip and news.
"Madam Boucherie, could I trouble you fro a light?"
"Of course not, Professor." she drawled, giving him a sultry smile. Ratigan looked around at the other guest while Madam Boucherie got a match. He closed his eyes as he knelt for the match, inhaling it when it was lit and murmured a thanks.
Ratigan snapped his eyes open when he realized it was a different voice speaking to him. He looked in front of him and saw a young pretty brown mouse in a blue gown, looking quite smugly at him. When he look at her eyes, (which he noticed were different colors), he felt a wave of heat go through him and he could see clearly that she felt it as well as she stared at him.
Their moment was broken by Madam Boucherie cough, who looked insulted by the other mouses interference. The younger mouse looked annoyed at her and looked back at Ratigan with a smile. She started to walk away, with Ratigan watching her. He then went right after her, trying not to bump into anyone, grabbing her wrist. She looked back at him with surprise on her face.
The two just stared at each other, both not saying anything. Finally, Ratigan broke the silence.
"Would you accompany me for a dance ,my dear lady?"
the mouse smiled at him and walked closer too him, her head meeting tot he middle of his chest.
Ratigan gently took her to the middle of the ballroom, where other mice were dancing. He put one of his hands on the small of her back and the other taking her hand in his. They started a slow waltz, smiling as they looked in each others eyes.
"If I may ask, what is your name, miss?"
The mouse smiled at him shyly.
"Isabelle" he repeated, as if tasting her name. "I believe it originated in Hebrew, which means "My god is a vow". However, the pronunciation of your name is French, with the word belle, which means beautiful."
Isabelle looked amused by the information, but smiled at him.
"Are you a scholar or a teacher, sir?"
"Why yes, I'm actually a Professor."
He stepped back and bowed, which made her giggle.
"I am Professor Padriac J. Ratigan." he said, kissing her hand, and going back into place.
"Ah, a fellow Irishman. I'm Irish myself." she said smiling.
"But you didn't come Ireland yourself, did you?" he said, noticing her accent didn't sound European at all.
"True, I actually come from America, but I came here to see family. I have to say, London is quite an interesting place."
Ratigan chuckled as they continued to dance, just staring into each others eyes, enjoying the sheer intimacy that they were feeling. Suddenly, they herd the bell ring the hour and Isabelle looked at the time.
"Bollocks." she said under her breath, making Ratigan quirk an eyebrow.
"I have to go. I'm sorry." she said apologetically, which made Ratigan smirk.
"Does your spell end at midnight?" he said, making her smile.
"No, but I have something important to do. I'm very sorry."
"Well, then..."he said, bowing once more and kissing her hand, "I hope we meet again, Miss Isabelle."
Isabelle smiled softly at the large rat.
"So do, Professor, so do I."
She then left the ballroom quickly, thinking of the gentlemanly rat she met.
AN: OK, this is my first ever Great Mouse Detective story, so please be kind to me. Inspired by nostalgia and the wonderful WingsOfASong fanfics on the dear Professor, I decided to make my own.
Ratigan is a bitch to right, trying so damn hard to keep him in character. So, here is an intro to my OC, Isabelle, who is thief and has no idea she is dancing with London's most famous criminal, I will later put why along with her origin. I looked up the info with the name, thinking that Ratigan would probably want to impress Isabelle. I really geeked out when I found out his first name was Padriac, which is an Irish name. Ratigan is Irish, squeeeeeee! The reason that Ratigan looks at her funny when she says "bollocks" is because its another way of saying Fuck and apparently lady's do not swear.
My OC, Isabelle, I,m trying not to put as a Mary-Sue, so just bear with me and if I has really shitty reediting, I'm sorry about that too.
His story will be divided into three parts; Sunrise, Twilight and Nightfall (My god, they sound like the twilight series.), so this will be a long story.
LISTEN UP, THIS IS A MATURE STORY, WHICH MEANS THERE WILL BE VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE AND SMUT! I know this is a Disney film, but this is a fanfiction, which means I can do what I want!
I don't own GMD except for Isabelle and comments are loved!