Title: Case #1:Ice Cream
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Leon's potty mouth, shounen-ai.
Challenge: Can I have this?
Case #1: Ice Cream
Leon would always expect many things when entering the old wooden door labelled 'Count D's Petshop'. It was good to be prepared, he'd been told throughout the training he'd undergone to become a detective.
However, he hadn't fully understood why until he'd met the enigmatic man who went under the pseudonym 'Count D'. Staging an important presence was a second nature to him. Even the 'him' was debatable. Count D wrapped himself in mystery and the trailing fumes of incense, making him smell vaguely of lavender. Even the scent that hung around the man annoyed him.
For he was definitely male. Though long, perfectly manicured dark red nails told a different story. The petite frame, which was wrapped eternally in the most exotic – and Leon suspected expensive – fabrics, which took on the pretence of being a Chinese, unisex dress. Leon knew better, and dammit, the Count should too.
That did not take away that with the lipstick, nail polish, and every other fucking thing that would be more suitable on a woman, the Count looked hot. Not even the lack of cleavage took away from that. Much to Leon's displeasure.
Said man forever clouded in mystery and perfume was now walking alongside him, looking entirely too happy in the real world. Leon's world. Currently occupied in a bizarre conversation with a silent boy and a raccoon, the eccentric figure made for quite a few spectators, something considered very unwanted by Leon. The less people who would turn into eyewitnesses when his already high-strung nerves snapped the better.
The most annoying thing was that whenever he tried to have a, to the outside world, rather one-sided conversation with his brother, Count D would feel neglected and butt in.
The first thing that always came from D's lips was "Can I have this?" Very much aware of this fact, and the fact that Leon could not say no to the frightening stare that looked so out of place when successfully pulling off pleading eyes made Leon walk very quickly past the expensive stores, while D stared at him with knowing eyes. A smirk played over the man's dark red mouth, stringing Leon's nerves even further. He balled his fists, placing them against his hips as he knew that if he let them go, he might accidentally hit the man.
"All of this is just a fucking game to you, isn't it? You bastard!" Count D, having seen the explosion long coming – Leon's temper exploded at least ten times a day, after all – quickly covered the young boy's ears with his hands, glaring murderously at the detective. "Please, I know you have no class at all, mister Detective, but must you expose your brother to the same filthy vocabulary you possess?"
Leon found it incredible that the man could simultaneously lift his nose and pull up his upper lip in disgust at him, while still managing to look attractive all the same. The man was infuriating in all possible senses.
He had to admit that the Count had a point. Though Chris would hardly copy his words in speech, it would be better not to ruin Chris like his aunt and uncle thought he was doing.
Leon stared pointedly when Count D stopped again, this time at – he feared to look- an icecream stand. Not even an expensive one, but one of those you found on every corner of every street. Eyebrows raised as blue eyes widened, staring from the smirk on the Count's face to the ice cream stand.
"This is my treat, detective. Next one is on you again."