Title: Defence
Author: Anactoria (formerly Desolation)
Rating: PG
Word count: 225
Disclaimer: If they were mine, D never would have got as far as Tokyo.
Pairings or characters involved: Leon/D (pre-slash)
Notes: Was meant to be a challenge response for the psohdrabble community on LJ, but it got a little long.
D wears his beauty like a piece of clothing. He's always perfect, always untouchable, everything hidden behind that emotionless little smile.
To his customers, it's a lure: How can you resist this much mystery?
To Leon the cop, it's a taunt: So, Mr. Detective, you think you're clever? You haven't so much as ruffled a hair on my head.
To Leon the lover, it's something else. A warning? Stay away, you don't know how dangerous I am. Or perhaps a shield.
Leon learns the answer, finally, the morning that D turns up on his doorstep pale and trembling, his mouth set in determination. It's been months since he just up and vanished, and Leon almost starts yelling, but seeing D look so… rattled… stops him in his tracks.
"Your granddad?" Leon asks, instead, and D shakes his head minutely, like he's scared to open the floodgates by speaking. But he lets Leon take his arm and lead him inside, and doesn't even complain when Leon hands him a cup of coffee.
D looks a mess – his clothes are rumpled, and his eyes are dark like he hasn't slept in days. He's even got a hair or two out of place. But there's something different in him, something new and alive. Leon makes a mental note to tell him, sometime, that he's never been more beautiful.