In response to Leon's comment, D's eyes merely narrowed a bit as he recovered. With dual-colored eyes then falling to look at the cake, he bent down to begin picking up the ruined cardboard box as the animals began trying to help clean up the remaining cake. "Why are you out of the hospital?" D asked gently, not looking at Leon yet, and almost pretending as if no time had passed between them at all. "You were a terrible mess yesterday." He added, glancing up as Leon rose to his feet to walk over and kneel down as well, but T-chan was there in an instant, growling and baring his fangs at Leon to force the American to rise once again and frown just a little. Well… he supposed this was better than being bitten in the ass. "They let me out, plain and simple. But D.. " He started, and suddenly the slender Asian man rose to his feet. "Why did you follow me?" He asked, his voice so suddenly cold, and his face as stoic as ever, that it sent shivers down Leon's spine.

"You know damn well why I had to follow you, D." Leon argued back, lifting his hands a little in a passive defense against such cold words. He didn't want to fight with D - even though for some reason, Leon was getting this tugging in the back of his mind that D was angry at him. "Why were you running from me?" He followed with, and D merely walked off to go throw away the cardboard box, and the animals followed to help toss away the ruined cake - many already having their muzzles covered with the buttercream frosting.

"D?" Leon asked, and the man merely continued with his business of putting a kettle full of water upon a small stove to let it boil for tea. Still silence. D just busied himself with business in the kitchen until Leon frowned. "D, answer me!" He snapped, and the Chinese man turned on his heels suddenly with a ferocity in his eyes that felt as though it stopped Leon's heart for just a second. "What do you want me to say, Officer? You should understand why I left Los Angeles." He said simply, his voice having been to tense at first, but as he continued speaking, one could hear him quickly relaxing as his tone became calmer before he finally gave that cold smile, just like always. "My life and livelihood was threatened in Los Angeles. There was no reason for me to stay." He nodded, and Leon only frowned. "But I chased you around the fuckin' world, D. Every place I went to, you suddenly up and disappeared shortly after. You were running from me." He said softly, and D only continued smiling, as if not letting the words pass through some barrier he had. "Merely coincidences, Officer."

With that, Leon slammed his hand down roughly onto the counter, scowling. "Coincidence MY ASS." He growled, sapphire eyes glaring daggers at the man who was still smiling - just like he had when the plane crashed. Like as if nothing in the human world was real to him; that he was merely watching a movie. "Don't give me that shit that EVERY single place I went to, you magically decided to up-and-leave within… shit, a DAY of me finding out how to get to you! You stayed in L.A. for two years before you finally left!" He hissed, fuming internally. He was furious that D had given him such a wild goose chase. He was angry that for months he had been chasing after D and he came up with nothing, and now that he was finally here, D pretends like nothing happened!

"D, why the fuck did you run from me." He repeated, scowling. It wasn't as though D was an accomplice to his father's decision to blowing up the building. D hadn't done anything illegal…. well, as far as Leon knew. He supposed running from an officer and possibly threatening him once or twice was illegal, but nothing that required international fleeing. D remained quiet, the smile still in place before he then clasped his hands together in front of himself. "Officer.. you're exhausted. You're acting foolish." He said gently, and Leon scowled. "For a while, you know… you didn't call me only 'Officer'." He added, watching the other. D at least called him other things, like 'Detective', and once in a rare while, used his last name. "What's going on, D?" Leon said softly, and D just shook his head. "Nothing is wrong, Officer. You're merely over-reacting." And with that, D walked out of the small kitchen with the kettle in hand to pour himself and Leon a cup of tea each. Leon turned and sighed, following after the other with his hands sliding into his pockets. Maybe he was over-reacting. He had been on planes, trains, buses and taxis so much, he couldn't even remember what it was like to relax. Flopping back down onto the couch, Leon frowned as he lit up another cigarette and scowled as he stared at the other who was happily sipping on his oolong tea.

"D, where did my suitcase go?" He finally asked, his mind traveling back to the idea. "Suitcase? I don't recall seeing one." He said gently, and Leon frowned. "What do you mean? I had a goddamn suitcase." He growled, and D shrugged. "You didn't have one when I saw you. Plain and simple." With that, Leon rubbed his face with a sigh. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." D was silent. "That had EVERYTHING in it!" He snarled, punching the couch cushion fruitlessly. He groaned, burying his face in his hands. D merely rose a brow and with a gentle clink of the china, the tea cup was set back upon the saucer. "If you need clothing, I suppose I can supply you wi-" "I'm not wearing a dress." Leon grumbled from behind his hands, silencing D for a few moments. "I can buy some clothes for you." He offered with a tilt of his head, and Leon looked up with a dry stare. He really didn't want Asian clothes. They just… weren't the same. And not to mention.. the drawing was now gone. What the fuck, seriously. He came all this way for that stupid doodle, and it was now gone. The fucking drawing was gone.

Well, just maybe… maybe a security guard took it, or something. Or maybe another shop owner. Or… or… something. He would find out where it went. He had to, somehow. "Fine. Buy me some clothes, D. I know you're loaded, and you owe me." He grumbled, and D rose a brow a little. "I owe you? For what, Officer?" With that, Leon was already standing with his hands in his pockets, and somewhat already turning for the door. "For putting up with you." He chuckled, and D scowled as he began to follow after. "What in the world do you mean by that!" He snapped, and Leon was just grinning to himself as he walked out of the shop with the other in tow, fuming just a little. "Officer, I demand you answer me!" He huffed, hands clenched into weak fists. Though since D gave him the runaround, Leon wasn't going to answer for now.