D falls back wards and crashes into a table. The weight and the velocity D's body was going at shatters the table and sends D to the floor. D turns away and covers his freshly bruised eye. He hears the instinctive slide of the belt coming out of Leon's pants. He knew what was coming next.
"Can't you do anything right!" Leon yells and hits D.
"Sorry." D whimpers cowering in fear.
Leon growls and hit's D in the back. The sound of the belt hisses through the air, then snaps viciously as it hit D's back. Leon continued several times with his belt till D's eyes begin to water. The pain getting to much for him to bear.
A ringing at the door told D he had a costumer. Leon grabs D's hair and shoves him towards the door. D stumbles and raises his hand up defensively.
"You got a customer. Take care of em." Leon orders.
D nods obediently and heads out the door. His body was on fire, and for some reason his healing abilities didn't kick in for the wounds that Leon gave him. Still D loved him so much he didn't want to leave him. D forces his back to straiten, and brushes his hair in front of his bruised eye.
"Hello, how may I help you today?" D asks with false happiness.
"My sons hamster died, and I'm looking to get a new one. My friend recommended this one." A woman's voice says shyly.
"Ah yes, we have several types of hamsters." D says casually.
"Count D if you remember anything please call me. And I will be back." Leon says in his usual tone. "I'm watching you D."
"Yes Mr. Detective. Ma'am, the hamsters are over here."
"W... What was that all about?" She asks suddenly suspicious of D.
"Oh, nothing to worry about, just some trouble makers." D forces a smile.
The woman studies D, "is that how you got your black eye?"
"Y.. Yes." D lies.
Carefully D touches the bruise, and gasps slightly at the stinging feeling that he just noticed. It always took awhile for the bruises to hurt. The lady looks sympathetically at D. In her mind she suspected, but she dared not say anything.
"Oh look it. What type of hamster is that?" She asks changing the subject.
"That is a Teddy Bear hamster. Would you like to hold it?"
"Yes, I would."
D carefully picks up the hamster, and hands it to the woman. The woman takes it and is amazed at how soft and fuzzy it was. And reminded herself how she wanted to get away from here.
"I'll take it, it's so cute I'm sure my son will love it."
"You promise to take care of it. Give it food and water every day, and change it's cage twice a week?" D insists.
"Yes, yes I promise. How much?"
"This way."
****
"Thank you and have a nice day." D says respectfully as she leaves.
Heart heavy and full of sorrow D walks over to the couch and collapses. Leon loved him, he knew it. But he just has these days in which he just exploded. D figured he'd have to understand that. D reaches down and picks up a cup of cold tea with shaky hands.
As he stares into the ripely surface he notices his reflection. He looked like a stray pet, unloved and alone. All he wanted was for Leon to stop with these fits. It scared him and they seem to be coming more often. Was hit him? Did D do something wrong? How bad could this get?
D's mind races uncontrollably over the possibilities, and the worst case scenarios. His head began to swirl dizzily. Eventually the cup slips from his fingers and shatters on the floor. At the sound of breaking glass D breaks down and cries. This couldn't be happening. D covers his face and curls up on the couch.
"Q...Que."
Q-chan flies down and lands by D. Q-Chan hated to see D like this. Even him felt the desperation and the sadness D felt. And not only was it that, it was loneliness. D needed someone loving to hold him. Leon wasn't proving that lately.
D reaches out and Q-Chan curls up by D. Letting D snuggle him like a stuffed animal. It's the least he can do. D sobs fall hushed by the fear someone will hear. His tears fall relentlessly. He tried to hold them back, but they just came harder. D continues to cry solidly for an hour before he falls asleep.
A sound of a blaring stereo wakes D. Weakly he sits up and wipes his eyes. Gasping as the pain in his back shoots up and down. D grabs the table and forces himself to stand. Numbly he walks to the doors and locks them. It was late at night, he'd been asleep for hours. Inwardly D scolds himself.
D makes his way into his wash room. Q-Chan was struggling to turn on the hot water. Still feeling the heavy emotional over load, D leans over and turns on the water. The hotter the better.
As the bathroom steams, D pulls of his Cheongsam. More welts crossed the old welts, which crossed ever older welts, and so on. It was an amazing D felt anything at all. D stares at himself in the mirror. The bruises reminding him of Leon's recent irrational behavior. Angrily D punches and shatters his mirror.
"Q! Q! Que!"
D looks at Q-Chan and notices the bath over running. "Shoot."
Quickly as his stiff muscles would let him he turns off the water. He had to stop letting himself get distracted. Maybe this is what set Leon off. D steps into the tub. Gasping at the heat, but it still felt good.
Slowly D lowers into his tub. His muscles reacting and resenting the hot water. Still D forces himself to sit down. Biting his lip and drawing more blood. D stares at his hands at they floated. Little shards of glass stuck out of the cuts. Just like hope that things will be okay floated away from him everyday. Lost in Leon's rages, as the blood was lost in the water.
"Q-Chan what should I do?" D asks and curls up in the tub once more to cry.
"Can't you do anything right!" Leon yells and hits D.
"Sorry." D whimpers cowering in fear.
Leon growls and hit's D in the back. The sound of the belt hisses through the air, then snaps viciously as it hit D's back. Leon continued several times with his belt till D's eyes begin to water. The pain getting to much for him to bear.
A ringing at the door told D he had a costumer. Leon grabs D's hair and shoves him towards the door. D stumbles and raises his hand up defensively.
"You got a customer. Take care of em." Leon orders.
D nods obediently and heads out the door. His body was on fire, and for some reason his healing abilities didn't kick in for the wounds that Leon gave him. Still D loved him so much he didn't want to leave him. D forces his back to straiten, and brushes his hair in front of his bruised eye.
"Hello, how may I help you today?" D asks with false happiness.
"My sons hamster died, and I'm looking to get a new one. My friend recommended this one." A woman's voice says shyly.
"Ah yes, we have several types of hamsters." D says casually.
"Count D if you remember anything please call me. And I will be back." Leon says in his usual tone. "I'm watching you D."
"Yes Mr. Detective. Ma'am, the hamsters are over here."
"W... What was that all about?" She asks suddenly suspicious of D.
"Oh, nothing to worry about, just some trouble makers." D forces a smile.
The woman studies D, "is that how you got your black eye?"
"Y.. Yes." D lies.
Carefully D touches the bruise, and gasps slightly at the stinging feeling that he just noticed. It always took awhile for the bruises to hurt. The lady looks sympathetically at D. In her mind she suspected, but she dared not say anything.
"Oh look it. What type of hamster is that?" She asks changing the subject.
"That is a Teddy Bear hamster. Would you like to hold it?"
"Yes, I would."
D carefully picks up the hamster, and hands it to the woman. The woman takes it and is amazed at how soft and fuzzy it was. And reminded herself how she wanted to get away from here.
"I'll take it, it's so cute I'm sure my son will love it."
"You promise to take care of it. Give it food and water every day, and change it's cage twice a week?" D insists.
"Yes, yes I promise. How much?"
"This way."
****
"Thank you and have a nice day." D says respectfully as she leaves.
Heart heavy and full of sorrow D walks over to the couch and collapses. Leon loved him, he knew it. But he just has these days in which he just exploded. D figured he'd have to understand that. D reaches down and picks up a cup of cold tea with shaky hands.
As he stares into the ripely surface he notices his reflection. He looked like a stray pet, unloved and alone. All he wanted was for Leon to stop with these fits. It scared him and they seem to be coming more often. Was hit him? Did D do something wrong? How bad could this get?
D's mind races uncontrollably over the possibilities, and the worst case scenarios. His head began to swirl dizzily. Eventually the cup slips from his fingers and shatters on the floor. At the sound of breaking glass D breaks down and cries. This couldn't be happening. D covers his face and curls up on the couch.
"Q...Que."
Q-chan flies down and lands by D. Q-Chan hated to see D like this. Even him felt the desperation and the sadness D felt. And not only was it that, it was loneliness. D needed someone loving to hold him. Leon wasn't proving that lately.
D reaches out and Q-Chan curls up by D. Letting D snuggle him like a stuffed animal. It's the least he can do. D sobs fall hushed by the fear someone will hear. His tears fall relentlessly. He tried to hold them back, but they just came harder. D continues to cry solidly for an hour before he falls asleep.
A sound of a blaring stereo wakes D. Weakly he sits up and wipes his eyes. Gasping as the pain in his back shoots up and down. D grabs the table and forces himself to stand. Numbly he walks to the doors and locks them. It was late at night, he'd been asleep for hours. Inwardly D scolds himself.
D makes his way into his wash room. Q-Chan was struggling to turn on the hot water. Still feeling the heavy emotional over load, D leans over and turns on the water. The hotter the better.
As the bathroom steams, D pulls of his Cheongsam. More welts crossed the old welts, which crossed ever older welts, and so on. It was an amazing D felt anything at all. D stares at himself in the mirror. The bruises reminding him of Leon's recent irrational behavior. Angrily D punches and shatters his mirror.
"Q! Q! Que!"
D looks at Q-Chan and notices the bath over running. "Shoot."
Quickly as his stiff muscles would let him he turns off the water. He had to stop letting himself get distracted. Maybe this is what set Leon off. D steps into the tub. Gasping at the heat, but it still felt good.
Slowly D lowers into his tub. His muscles reacting and resenting the hot water. Still D forces himself to sit down. Biting his lip and drawing more blood. D stares at his hands at they floated. Little shards of glass stuck out of the cuts. Just like hope that things will be okay floated away from him everyday. Lost in Leon's rages, as the blood was lost in the water.
"Q-Chan what should I do?" D asks and curls up in the tub once more to cry.
