1Raven and Lion, the bird, and the cat.
Driven apart, but more than that.
Animals to sell, law to protect.
The word, and the sword, the fur, and the sect.
The black haired demon,
the blonde haired free men.
The blue eyed wonder,
The cross colored blunder.
The love that sprung,
from the ground that was wrung,
with worries and pain of the world.
Is it all really worth while? Is it all really the truth? Could he be what I think he probably is? He probably is though.
You're just a human. A measly, horriable, undeinably, beautiful, handsome, strong human. With gorgeous blonde hair even.
Yeah, but I'm also disgusting, porn addict, a homo phobe, and a tragic machine.
Yes, but I can change that.
Change what?
Change you.
To what?
To what my kind is.
I'll leave?
Yes.
But..my friends, my family...my duty.
I know.
I don't know if I could.
It's your choice.
What if I did?
What if you didn't?
I would grow old and die.
Yes, but also...
I would never see you again.
That's correct.
Or hear you again.
Yes.
Or see you again.
I'm afraid so.
Do you want to?
If I don't, I'll have my friends.
Also correct.
I'll grow old on the job, and die in a bed sleeping.
Maybe.
Or I could die from a bullet tomorrow.
Also true.
I don't know what to do.
Would you like to have this proposition?
What would that be?
To be a protector of the human race.
Isn't that what I am?
Yes, but you are a human protecting humans.
Oh.
You could be something greater, but still protect them.
That sounds....wonderful.
Yes,
Would...would I be able to see all my friends as well?
Yes.
My family?
Yes.
What about Chris?
He may come with us if you so desire.
I don't know. I want him to grow up.
Why don't you let him, then when he's older, give him the choice.
That is a good idea.
Yes.
It works out so nicely....what's the catch?
You will see your friends, family, pets, and everything else grow older, and older, and older until it finally withers, away and dies.
That doesn't sound to pleasant.
It's not.
Then why do you do it?
I was waiting to meet someone like you.
Me?
Yes, you...I wanted to spend eternity with someone that I fell in love with.
Love? Me?
Yes.
But...No one loves me, not even my parents!
But I do.
No! Your lying! You want something from me don't you!?
Yes. I want your love ......Leon.
Leon Orcot burst upright from the dream that he was having, sweating, and panting heavily.
"What in all hells was that dream....?" he muttered to himself, cupping his head in his hands.
He stood up, only in his black silk boxers, and walked out of his room which was wallpapered in porno. Stomping off to the kitchen, he poured some cold coffee from his pot into a chipped mug, and chugged the bitter liqued down.
"Well...time to go catch another physco." he mummbled to himself, and started to trudge back to get dressed.
When the blonde cop had stepped out of the door, he reached down to slip the key under the mat when he heard a large RIIIIIIIP!
"What the?!" Leon felt his back, and groaned in pure disbelif.
"The fuck?! My jacket ripped! What the HELL!?" he screamed to himself.
"SHUT UP DOWN THERE!" He heard a person above his apartment scream, and stomp on the roof with a shoe clad foot.
Ignoring the person, Leon looked to his back, and saw that the trusty jean jacket had ripped right down the seam.
"Oh crap." he said, remembering that he was to get paid until another four days. He would have to live in the cold, and wind with out his trusty jean jacket to flap around him.
Ripping it off, and shoving it in a trash can on the way out of the door from his complex, he muttered about stupid Mondays, and there curses.
Count D sat up with a gasp. The dream he had just had was one of the oddest he had, had in a quite a few years time. He stood silently, and slipped his feet into a pair of silk slippers. He wondered to the back of his room, and stood at the door.
"D?" a small racoon/girl asked from the doorway on entry.
"....yes Pon-chan?" he asked politely as always.
"Uh....would you like some breakfast? T-chan is cooking, and Chris-kun is helping set the table!" she beamed at the petshop owner.
"Ah...how nice, I shall join you when I finish dressing, now run along!" he said playfully, pushing her out of the room.
Turning back to the red, and gold silk clad room, he sighed. His life was so glamorous, but no one to dazzle. The pets thought only of food, rest, and another mate. He loved their simplicity, but he was just so lonely at times.
He had taken a lover or two when he was a younger kami, but now that he was fast approaching his mid life, he was expected to take a mate.
Sighing, the youthful count began to dress in one of his chengnosames which was the art work of a great lion, and raven whirled in a mass of feathers, and fur. It was one of the Count's favorite clothing articles because of the rich reds, golds, and black colors which designed the article.
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