Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Words: 322
Rating: PG for language
Disclaimer: Petshop of Horrors is the property of Matsuri Akino.
She died of eating him.
Leon shook his head as if to clear it, sliding into the driver's seat of his car, but the thought persisted. "Crazy stuff," he said aloud, resting his forehead on the smooth curve of the steering wheel. "Weirdest fucking thing – shoulda known D had something to do with it, with that creepy smile he had when I got paged, like he knew – aaaaah, fuck it."
You are aware, my dear detective, of what they call the first sign of madness?
"Yeah," he muttered, twisting the keys in the ignition and dragging furiously at the handbrake. "And there's the second, right there. It's all your fault, D, you dipshit."
The case had been seriously freaky, he'd got that just by glancing at the autopsy report. He'd had to reread the part about the exotic new species in disbelief – honestly, did they save the damn things up until he was free? – and had skipped straight to the end of the paragraph where, sure enough, it said: "Insert name of corpse here recently purchased the creature from Count D's Petshop in Chinatown." There. In plain black and white and did they just copy and paste that? 'Cause the wording was the same fucking wording as the last six cases and he'd really like D to stop with the animal-as-murder-weapons thing now, because he had enough work, thanks. While he was at it, he could cut it out with the damn incense, it made Leon's nose itch; and the smiling, yeah, that could go, too –
He grunted and changed gear, glaring at pedestrians. One day, he'd get the bastard in cuffs. That was all. And if, until then, his life was one massive mindfuck – he could hear D's voice in his head again, really, dear detective, why on earth would I have anything to do with this case? – well.
At least he'd have something to look forward to.