Yeah I'm still at it. I'm not going to stop cause of some flamers. To damn stubborn so everyone is here is more then welcome to their own opinion. And for you who thinks the end will be soon. ROFLH

THIS DEALS WITH PHYSICAL ABUSE IF YOUR ONE OF THOSE IMMATURE PEOPLE WHO THINKS IT CAN'T AND WON'T HAPPEN DON'T READ. ALSO IF YOUR NOT OLD ENOUGH TO READ THESE STORIES. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED AND THUS TAKE ALL RESPONSIBILITIES ON YOUR SHOULDERS.

Disclaimer I do not own PSoH.



The morning was well on the rise. The most rude, and demanding of D's pets cried out pleas to be fed, and cared for. The cries were painful to anyone's ears, and they eventually aroused D from his coma. He rolled over and realizes mother mouse had made his shredded clothes a home. He must have been out for several days. The pleas came again, more loudly, and more complaintive, like they knew D awoke. D forced his body to stand, then deposits the mouse family into a pile of cotton.

Pain still resided in his abdomen. A sign of how weak her remained. He couldn't help but to find this a punishment for some type of crime. The crime more then likely being the fact he dares to love a human. So if this was a punishment it has to be over at some time, right? And he should accept what Leon did to him, right?

Sighing, he weakly he opens the door and makes his way to his pets. Thoughtlessly he feeds and waters them. Ignoring the complaints about his lateness and his shabby looks. Still here and there, one pet was concerned for his well being. D wanted to hear none of it, sometimes taking his frustrations out on his pets. They in returned learned to keep silent.

Cept one of course. One of the cat girls that roamed the back of the shop.

"Master D you should see that cute doctor." She meows.

"No, I'm fine." D responds in an emotionless monotone.

D glares at her, this was her last warning. He was not in the mood to deal with her insistence.

"Well, at least let us clean you up. You look affright." She mews shyly. "Please."

D couldn't say no to her. He just wanted to be left alone. If there was one thing about cat ladies is that they never gave up, you either compromised or never hear the end of it. Still it didn't mean that the subject was over yet.

In a flash of fur, and a swish of a tail, D found himself being herded into a backroom, the were the harem lived. Her and others in the cat girl herum made, didn't shove him to hard. The treated him like delicate porcine. Like at any moment he might shatter.

In a swirl he found the remains of his clothes off and him being led into a warm bubble bath in a large golden tub that was sunk into the floor. The cat girls meowed and washed him gently, letting the old blood wash away into the water. Uncovering bruises and cuts of varying stages of healing. One cat girl traced a particular mark with a sharp claw carefully.

"This one looks bad, you no can heal it?" She murrs.

D tenses under her words, and her touch instantaneously causing his abdomen tense in pain again. He doubles over nearly dunking himself. The woman draws back wondering what she did wrong. Other cat girls grab him and support him.

"I'm sorry." She whispers as she scampers off.

"You go see that cute doctor now!" The first cat girl insists at great risk of her own safety.

Soon the other cat girls ring in on unison causing a choir of concerned cat girls wanting him to go get cared for. D sighs heavily, he lost, they pushed them into there territory and broke him.

"Okay." D whispers. "But I don't like admitting this weakness."

The cat girls didn't listen to his complaint as they carefully wash his wounds, and detangle his hair. D relaxed and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

The cat girls wash him carefully scrubbing way the blood and fussing over the wounds that marred his body. The signs of Leon's invasion was clear. Several places on his waist showed the perfect hand prints of Leon, in bright yellowish black bruises.

As the path there love had taken, things didn't turn out as planned. The phone of the petshop rang pulling D from the tub. The cat girls wrap him in a silk robe before leaving him to answer the phone. One needn't guess who was on the other side of the phone.

"Hello?" D asks in a cheerful tone.

"It's me Leon, I'm coming over because the doctors don't want me alone." Leon spit out not even saying hi.

"But Leon, I don't have any room here." D countered barely able to contain the shake in his voice.

"Give me your bedroom and you can curl up with your pets," Leon paused to make his voice sound more devious. "You after all did this to me."

"I did not."

"Yes, you did, and I will press charges for biting me if you do not take me in you got that!" Leon voice threatens over the phone.

"I'm sorry, you can stay here." D spoke softly.

Leon didn't answer, he just slammed the phone down the receiver, leaving D to listen to the disconnection sound. Surreally D hangs up the phone, his shoulders hung low. It was his fault that Leon got hurt, he couldn't control himself. It never accrued to D how absurd Leon's words were. It was not like Leon cared everytime he hurt D.

His shop was a mess, no doubt about that. To make matters worse D had no idea when Leon would show up. Leon definitely would not be happy at the site of the petshop. Yet again a cat girl caught the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry, I need to clean up, Leon will be staying with us for a few days."

D ignores the hiss from the cat girl, and strides to his room to get dressed.

The cleaning the shop was easy, and what he couldn't clean he hid in a far back room. Including stained decorative rugs. The glass he managed to pick up with only a few more wounds, bit by bit then moved it to a back trash bin. Hours of work was needed, but he just didn't have the energy. The basics were done and it looked good.

D wanders back into his room and does a flop into his bed. Thankful to be surrounded by it's softness. Instead of dozing off, the ring of the phone aroused him. D bit his lip and made his way to the phone. His feet barely rising off the floor.

"Hello?"

"What happens if you break a contract?" A nervous voice asks.

"I wish you good luck sir." D says in a sweet tone. "Cause you broke the contract we will not be held responsible."

Yells of mercy rang out of the receiver as D hung up the phone. On most occasions he would have taken more fun in a foolish humans actions, but lately he just was to depressed. He didn't like anything anymore. To make matters worse Q-Chan abandoned him.

The phone rang again, D snatched up the receiver.

"It's your own problem deal with it." D snaps over the receiver.

"D?" The voice sounded shocked.

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought this was someone else." D corrected in an embarrassed voice. "Who might I ask this is?"

"It's Doctor Carter, I've been trying to reach you for a few days. Are you all right."

"I'm fine, I've just have had a stomach ache and been feeling tired." D forces himself to sound confident. "Sure it's just the flu."

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"Yes, doctor Carter I am fine." D felt uncomfortable talking to him, knowing he was being forced to lie.

He wasn't fine, his stomach still hurt, same with the rest of his body. If he would have listened to the people that warned him he wouldn't be in this situation, and probably Leon would be leading a normal life with that girl Jill. It was him that made Leon violent, D reasons, cause it was a crime to fall for a human.

"Can you come for a check up please." Dr. Carter insists.

D groans, "I don't want him to get hurt."

"I promise D, I'll keep this a secret."

"When?"

"Now."

"Now! Now is not a good time, not to mention I have no way to get there." D gasped.

"To late."

At the same time Dr. Carter finishes his sentence, D hears a knock on the petshop door. Dropping the phone on to it's cradle, he answers the door. Dr. Carter hangs up his cellphone and holds up a black medic bag.

"Mind if I come in."

Dr. Carter couldn't help notice a distressed look on D's face. It was like at any minute he was expecting someone to come around and catch him in a wrong doing. Still D opens the door warmly and lets him in.

"I'd offer you tea, but my last pot broke." D offers, and apologizes politely.

"That's okay." Dr. Carter looks at D. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine." D sits down on the couch. "Please have a seat."

D cringes and jerks as another cramp fills his abdomen. Dr. Carter opens his bag and pulls out a needle. Watching Dr. Carter D's eyes open wide. He hated needles, more so then most humans.

"I'll sit down after you let me draw some blood." Dr. Carter insisted.

"But..." D looked at him concerned.

Dr. Carter gently takes D's arm and pushes back the arm. Momentarily cringing at the track marks of abuse. Some of them old, and some of them from just a few days ago. Dr. Carter rubs an alcohol swab over the best spot for a blood draw.

"Look away, it'll hurt less."

D looks away and nervously chews on his nails. He did admit to himself, getting poked with a needle was far better then facing Leon's wrath. Only if life was that simple... Leon! D almost forgot, he could be around at any minute. Fearful D looks at Dr. Carter.

"All done." Dr. Carter says putting the cap on the needle.

"Really I didn't feel a thing." D says amazed.

Dr. Carter places the needle securely in his black case as the door to the pet shop opens. D gasps and covers his mouth, as Dr. Carter quickly puts two and two together.

"So this is your new boy friend?" Leon sneers.


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Okay needed to get this out.