Title: Death of A Detective
Pairing(s): D/Leon.
Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own. Wish I did, though. It would be so happy...
Summary: Leon finds himself in a cemetery, waiting for his death when an old friend appears again...
Warnings: Death fic; shonen ai. If you don't appreciate boy love or death of a main character, then don't read, dummy!
Authors Note: Ok, well... I was kinda depressed when I wrote this. I think its ok. I've written better, though. It gets kind of half-assed at the end. Please read and enjoy! -bows- thanks for actually looking through this stuff:)

The trees were bare except for the bright, feathery snow that clung to each branch. Tiny flakes still fell in a silent torrent and a screeching wind added a mournful whistle to the dead landscape. The only color was the blood that spilled from a man's wounded side. It was crimson, beautiful, intoxicating; it added a type of richness to the otherwise dainty landscape and yet, it added misery as well. The misery of the dying.

The man, who had the appearance of a male entering old age, yet still young, clung to a statue of a concrete angel, breathing heavily. Tears of pain rolled down his slightly wrinkled cheeks and he struggled to stand. Pain shot through his wound and he gasped in shock, falling to the snow-strewn path. He rolled over onto his back and continued to take in deep breaths of air, bright blue eyes staring at the dismal sky in sorrow as the snow began to stop.

"This isn't… h-how it was supposed to end…" He whispered out loud, his eyes fluttering shut as the breeze blew bright locks of blonde hair into his sky blue orbs. He couldn't look at the world any longer. It was too painful, to heart-breaking without him there. The man snorted. Yeah, right. If he was here, all the dying man would hear was, "I told you humans were destructive, detective. It seems my words were of little merit to you."

"Fuck you, D." Leon said through gritted teeth, although no real anger could be heard in his voice. There was just no fire left, especially since he was dying. He admitted he was dying; what else was there to do? It's not like someone would magically appear from the sky, standing on the bow of a ship, beckoning with open arms and a pet shop - Shit. Now he knew he was crazy. Oh, and hallucinating as well. It looked as if the haunting image of the flawless, effeminate Chinese man was walking right towards him.

"Detective?" Damn. Even the voice sounded the same. These hallucinations were damned freaky. One of the porcelain-white hands reached out and gently stroked his cheek. He shuddered, both from the touch and the fear of his delusional thinking. It felt so real, just like ghost from his memories. Could it be possible?

"Detective Orcot, if you don't respond this instant, I'm leaving." The "vision" of D huffed angrily, although, just as with Leon, there was no true annoyance behind it. It was simply a mask to hide the worry he held for the blonde man. It was then that Leon knew he wasn't just dreaming; he found himself paralyzed for a moment, unable to tell D to stay.. The tiny Chinese man made to stand up, only to find one of his silk-like sleeves clasped in a human hand. Two bright blue eyes looked beseechingly into a pair of mismatched orbs, one bright and cold like amethyst, the other warm and inviting like amber.

"Tell me this isn't a dream." Leon said roughly, his eyes silently pleading. "Tell me that you won't just disappear when I wake up. That you won't leave again." Much to his horror, he found his voice was soft and that tears were slowly forming at the corners of his eyes. "Please." D, who had guarded his emotions, slowly let the defenses and walls around him diminish. He brushed a blood-stained lock of golden hair away from Leon's line of sight. This man, who had once been strong and willful, was reduced to a weak and pathetic state by a vengeful pickpocket.

Said pickpocket had tried to steal Leon's wallet, only to find himself thrown against a wall and brought to a police station. When he had been released, he went straight for the other man. That wallet had cost him his job and he was going to make Leon pay for his imminent death by killing the one-time detective first.

"I shall stay, Detective." The Count whispered, giving the other man a small smile of encouragement. It was trembling and full of unsaid words but it was a true smile. Leon gave small laugh, whether from hysteria or pain, he wasn't sure.

"Damn… It's been at least twenty-some years, huh?" He said, closing his eyes and breathing heavily. He was slowly going into shock and he knew the inevitable was coming soon. But seeing D again made it all worth it. "Never thought I'd find you again… I'm guessing you've been in Tokyo, then?"

"Ah… Well, yes, Detective, I have. But how did you guess that?" D asked, unconsciously running his hands through the blood-matted hair slowly, as if to comfort himself. Tears were blurring his vision as well and he was silently glad that the elder Orcot kept his eyes closed. Snow began to fall again then; brilliant little flakes of icy joy curled around the two in a slow frenzy. Some even fell in the warm blood pooling around the one-time detective. D looked up and sighed. The snow just worsened the odds for Leon.

"I'm not a fucking retard, D." He retorted harshly, opening his eyes to watch the snow fall lightly on his broken frame. Weakly, he reached out a hand to catch the flakes. The Count's eyes flashed at his old friend's use of language but stayed quiet. "I guessed since you were here in Kyoto to see some stupid cemetery that the logical place would be Tokyo." He paused again and looked at the sky, smiling. It wasn't his normal smirks or sad grins he gave the others when something tragic happened in the precinct. It was a true smile and it took D's breath away.

"God, the snow is pretty." Leon murmured lightly, reaching his hand up to the clouds. Tears slowly began to fall from his eyes, as well as D's. He turned to the Count and placed his bloody hand on the tiny man's cheek and smiled again, albeit much sadder. "Wish I coulda told you sooner, before all this happened, that you're pretty too…" He sighed and let his hand fall away to rest in the blanket of snow on the ground. His eyes slowly closed as he succumbed to the weakness in his body.

"Woulda told you I loved you, too…" Leon whispered as he lost consciousness. The last thing that he felt in his life was D's arms around him and the thin frame of his companion shaking with sobs.

"I love you too, my dear Leon…" D whispered back as he felt life leave his last chance of salvation from his family. His frail shoulders shook as he continued to cry, broken tears of a broken man.

He hadn't expected to stumble on his old friend at the cemetery; hadn't truly expected anything, except for a much-needed vacation from the shop. He had never been the same after he left L.A. He conducted business in the same manner but there was no heart to it any longer. At night, when all the pets were put to sleep, he would cry; He never admitted to it when T-chan asked about it but he knew the cause was his detective.

The Count picked up the body of Leon and hugged it tightly to his chest, still sniffling. He knew what he had to do. He would bring the dead man back to his family so they could give him a proper burial.

He slowly stumbled away, mentally preparing for the long years ahead. A future without Leon Orcot was a sad, dismal future.

D wondered absently if he could live through his love's death...

A/N: Ok... yeah. I think its pretty crappy at this point... but... yeah. Please review! I shall love you forever!... even though that sounds stalker-ish. -laughs nervously-