Jill glared at Leon, who merely looked dazed after just spewing his guts out onto his partners shoes.
" Leeeeeeooooooonnnnnn!!!!!!" she screamed, and everyone in the building turned to look at her, taking in the scene and the now very out-of-it detective.
And they all winced, what a bad place to choose to spill your guts down on, on a woman's, newly-bought leather shoes.
Leon made a face as he looked at those shoes. Oblivious to his friends angry trembling, the man wiped his mouth and looked at the ceiling.
" ….The world keeps on spinning….." he muttered.
Now Jill was back to being worried for the man, though she still felt the slight tinge of the rage in the back of her mind.
" WHAT the HELL is going on here!!!" came their chief's familiar bellow as the loud bang of the door slamming open was heard.
Leon snapped out of his daze and looked at his chief.
" Uh, Chief," Jill started, " I don't think that Leon's feeling very well." she said.
" Why would you-" Jill pointed down and the Chief saw her shoes.
" Oh…" was all he could say, turning to Leon.
" Orcot, maybe you should go home." he stated, looking at the young detective.
" WHAT!" Leon yelled, " Why?!"
The Chief looked at Jill's shoes.
" Aw, don't mind that, I feel fine, it's all out of my sy-" Leon stopped, a nauseous look coming across his face.
" Leon?" the Chief asked, Jill's eyes grew large.
" Leon!" she yelled, " The waste basket!"
The detective got the hint and ran over to the waste basket at the left side of his desk, spewing whatever was left over of his breakfast into the poor, inanimate object.
When he looked up, both his chief and Jill were giving hi a look, a look that said " You're going home, mister, and that's FINAL!!!!".
" Take your partner home, will you?" The Chief asked as he looked at Jill.
" Right!" she said grabbing Leon by his arm.
" Hey!" Leon yelled, too stubborn to accept that it probably would be better for him to just go home, so that he doesn't get another chance to spill his guts out on something else.
" Come on Leon, I know of a certain Count that I'm sure would love to take care of you." Jill said in that sing-song voice of hers.
He already takes care of me was what Leon wanted to say, but, then Jill would know that she was right all along, and he just couldn't have that.
And so Jill dragged the protesting cop all the way to Chinatown.
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The Count was busy with a customer when he heard some familiar curses fill his ears, and he quickly excused himself and went to the door.
Opening it, he found a very sour-faced Leon Orcot, handcuffs on his wrists and Jill swirling a key around her finger, looking quite proud of herself.
" Hey Count," she said, " got you a present, a very cranky, sick present, so it might not be all that good."
Leon just glared daggers at her.
" I'm not sick!" he yelled.
" Of course you're not, that's why my new shoes are ruined." she said snidely, giving a pointed look to the blond man.
Leon blushed in his embarrassment.
" I said I was sorry." Leon forced out, hating how the word slid off his tongue.
" Yeah well, sorry is not gonna get me a new pair of shoes, is it?"
Anger marks were appearing all over there faces now, a fight about to break loose as D sweat dropped at the door, and the family who were about to buy a cat, a normal cat, to tremble slightly in fear.
D decided this was a good time to intervene.
" Sick? Are you unwell my dear detective." D said in concern.
" No!" Leon yelled, blushing at the Counts emphasis.
" Yes!" yelled Jill simultaneously, taking note of said emphasis.
" Jill, I'm NOT sick! I feel fine!" Leon yelled at his partner.
" Count! He threw up twice at work today, then decided to ruin my car floor as well, there's SOMETHING wrong with him!" Jill yelled, pushing Leon into the shop, Leon still cuffed and stumbling into the Count, who quickly steadied him.
" Oh, there's something wrong with him all right." both Leon and the Count heard a certain Toutetsu snicker out.
This was both an insult, and a reference to the blond's condition.
Both D and Leon glared as T-Chan continued to grin at his little comment.
" Here D," Jill's voice snapped them back to the situation at hand, " here's the key to the handcuffs, you can take them off whenever you want, he's a bit of a handful when he's like this." Jill said, handing D the key and walking out the door.
" HEY!!!" Leon yelled, lower lip sticking out in a pout, one that D could do nothing to ignore.
D looked down at the handcuffs, to the detective's delicious pout, to the key he now held in his hands.
Oh boy, it's going to be a hard day at work today.
" I'm sorry for the delay," he said as he turned to the family with the cat, " sign here and you may go home with your new family member." he said pleasantly, handing them a contract as his hand grasped the detective's, leading him to the couch to rest.
Once the family was gone, D turned to his detective, who was fiddling with his handcuffs from the couch he was laying on.
" Leon," he sighed, getting his lion's attention, " we need to talk."
Leon's head popped out the couch at that, this didn't sound too good.
Maybe the Count regretted this, maybe he decided that Leon was just some undeserving human and that he no longer had any use for him.
His fearful look was not lost on the Count.
" I assure you Leon, it is nothing of that sort. I am never letting you go." the Count said as his eyes narrowed at the very thought, especially now, with the detective's condition.
A condition that D was purely to blame for. Not that Leon didn't have a part of it, as the humans say, it takes two to tango, but then, Leon had no idea that it could happen between the two of them.
Leon's face relaxed, though he now looked very confused.
" Then what do ya' want to talk about, Count?" Leon asked, about to get up before a certain pale, long-fingered hand stopped him from doing so.
" No, I think you should stay sitting for this." the Count said as he sat beside his lover, his very confused and adorable lover.
But now was not the time to think such thoughts.
" Leon….has it ever occurred to you how….different our bodies are from each other?" he asked, seeing Leon's thoughtful look.
" Nope," Leon said with a tanned finger under his chin, " I was more focused on how similar they were." he finished, looking at the Chinese man.
" Why?" he asked.
" I'm sure you realized the large amounts of sugar I take in everyday?"
Leon nodded it was kinda hard not to.
" Well, though our bodies certainly look the same, I assure you that they work differently." as D spoke he began to wish that he had taken this to their room, because he now felt the eyes of all his animals on their backs.
" Stop bein' so nosy!" Leon scolded, also noticing the piercing gazes of the pets, who all quickly turned around at the reprimand.
" Anyways," the Count resumed, " for instance, my body needs large amounts of sugar for nourishment, and nothing more, while yours needs a variety of different substances to operate."
The Count knew that he needed to get to the point soon, because his lion seemed to be getting impatient with his dodging of the subject.
" Yeah, so?" Leon asked, one eyebrow cocked upwards as he folded, or, at least, tried to fold, his arms.
" Well, there is also the matter of….reproduction." he got himself to spill out.
" I know, you said that your kind can reproduce by yourself, right?" Leon asked.
D nodded.
" Yes, this is true. However, there….are other ways, we can reproduce with partners…"
Nope, Leon still wasn't catching on.
"…..regardless of genders……"
Okay, now he got it.
Leon's eyes snapped open and so did his mouth, the shock written on the detective's face making D feel even more nervous.
He'd only just been able to experience what love felt like, he did not want to lose it so soon because, in his hurry to acquire the cop's love in return, he'd forgotten that it was possible for his kind to reproduce with the humans.
" Please tell me you're telling me this out of warning and not because it's already happened…." Leon managed to get out of his still slack jaw.
D looked down.
So now Leon's head was fuzzy, unable to comprehend this….event that should have been impossible for him, as he was a MALE!!!! This doesn't happen to dudes, it happens to chicks….
" Leon?" he heard D call, " are you okay?"
Okay? Okay? of course he was not okay! He had just been told he was pregnant for fuck's sake!
" D?" Leon said, the Count nervously turning to him.
" Yes, Leon?" he responded.
" Will you take off the handcuffs please?" because I want to strangle you was left out of that sentence.
D thought about it, nope, he thought,
That course of action would not be good for his health.
" I'm sorry detective, but I think you should keep them on." he said calmly.
" Please?" Leon asked.
It wasn't good when Leon asked for something.
" I'm sorry my dear detective."
" D?" Leon called for him again, face once again in his familiar scowl.
" Yes?"
" You-Are-An-ASSHOLE!!!!" he yelled.
D sighed, this was going to a long nine months, but if they could get through tomorrow then they get through the rest of it with relative ease.
Until then, D could only pray that Leon would forgive him and still wish to stay with him.
And if he didn't, well, D wasn't about to let the detective get away from him that easily, even if it was really all D's fault.
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So, Leon knows now, this is fun, I'm having a good time having Leon puke on people's things, mostly Jill's….I love her and all, but it's fun picturing Leon puking on her things because she still has no idea that D and Leon even have anything going on between them, nonetheless about how Leon is pregnant.
Sorry about the no recent sex thing, but don't worry, you can count on those handcuffs bein put to good use! :D
Please review!
~Sapphirefoxgirl~
