A/N: Written for my sister-who-is-not-my-twin. Zhai'helleva ^_^
And I do know that when you get a letter delivered it's normally in a mailbox. This was a letter in one of those DHL packets that get delivered to your door.
A SWEET SURPRISE (one-shot!) February 14
The doorbell rang. Again.
Count D looked miserably at the pile of pink valentines on his table.
"They could at least send candy," he said to Q-chan, sighing. "But no. Only stupid-pink-valentines." He punctuated each word by throwing a stack of valentines into the fire. "There," he said in satisfaction, looking at the now-empty table and going to get another cup of tea.
The doorbell rang insistently.
"Q-chan, go get it," D commanded, before realizing a small bat-mouse wouldn't be able to unlock and open the door, and then sign for the delivery. Sighing again, he rose to his feet and moved gracefully to the door. By the time he opened it, the delivery man seemed about to leave.
"Sign here, miss."
D gave him a cold look and stood immobile.
"Ah. . . sir."
"Thank you." Count D signed for the package and went back inside with it, firmly closing and locking the door before leaning against it. Q-chan fluttered up to perch on his shoulder. D ripped open the package and pulled out a folded piece of paper. . .
. . . Upon which was written an address, and a time. The paper was not signed. D glanced at his watch; he had about one hour.
"Nothing better to do, hmm, Q-chan?" He inquired, not really expecting to get an answer. Then he walked to his telephone and called a taxi.
*
"You don't look like you're from around here, where d'you come from?" The taxi driver asked, looking sideways at his elegant passenger.
"China," Count D replied shortly.
"You came a long way. What's it like there?"
"Quiet," D said pointedly, and the driver got the not-so-subtle hint.
Moments later he pulled up to a store. D's eyes lit up as he looked in. The store of La Maison du Chocolat had, after all, a very impressive candy display.
"Here you are, sir." D absentmindedly paid the man-giving about $20 more than the actual cost of his taxi ride-and hurried inside the store, glancing at the last sentence of the letter.
'Give your name to the person at the counter.' D hastily followed the advice.
"Count D? Hmm, well you do fit the description . . . someone ordered this for you." The woman there handed him a box of chocolate, and then went back to her anime magazine.
D blinked down at the large box in his hands.
It was pink. Large, pink, and heart-shaped. But it still presumably contained chocolate.
Count D ran outside to hail a cab.
*
"It took me so long to get home, Q-chan!" D exclaimed, putting down the box and getting a cup of tea. "But I wanted to wait to open it." He sat down and undid the pink ribbon, carefully lifting the top off the box. A note, scrawled on pink paper, lay atop the beloved chocolates. D carefully lifted it.
"Dear Count D," he read to Q-chan, his only listener, "Happy Valentine's Day. Love, Leon Orcot."
Count D smiled and ate a chocolate.
*
"What brings you here today, dear Detective?"
"Simply a matter of rabid saber-toothed tigers. Aren't they extinct?" Leon gave D a suspicious look, returned with an innocent expression.
"How should I know?"
Leon growled under his breath. The Count was beautiful, charming, polite, and could occasionally be very annoying. His eye fell on a framed picture that, he was sure, had not been there during his last visit.
It was a small pink card, written upon in Leon's own handwriting.
Leon smiled.
And I do know that when you get a letter delivered it's normally in a mailbox. This was a letter in one of those DHL packets that get delivered to your door.
A SWEET SURPRISE (one-shot!) February 14
The doorbell rang. Again.
Count D looked miserably at the pile of pink valentines on his table.
"They could at least send candy," he said to Q-chan, sighing. "But no. Only stupid-pink-valentines." He punctuated each word by throwing a stack of valentines into the fire. "There," he said in satisfaction, looking at the now-empty table and going to get another cup of tea.
The doorbell rang insistently.
"Q-chan, go get it," D commanded, before realizing a small bat-mouse wouldn't be able to unlock and open the door, and then sign for the delivery. Sighing again, he rose to his feet and moved gracefully to the door. By the time he opened it, the delivery man seemed about to leave.
"Sign here, miss."
D gave him a cold look and stood immobile.
"Ah. . . sir."
"Thank you." Count D signed for the package and went back inside with it, firmly closing and locking the door before leaning against it. Q-chan fluttered up to perch on his shoulder. D ripped open the package and pulled out a folded piece of paper. . .
. . . Upon which was written an address, and a time. The paper was not signed. D glanced at his watch; he had about one hour.
"Nothing better to do, hmm, Q-chan?" He inquired, not really expecting to get an answer. Then he walked to his telephone and called a taxi.
*
"You don't look like you're from around here, where d'you come from?" The taxi driver asked, looking sideways at his elegant passenger.
"China," Count D replied shortly.
"You came a long way. What's it like there?"
"Quiet," D said pointedly, and the driver got the not-so-subtle hint.
Moments later he pulled up to a store. D's eyes lit up as he looked in. The store of La Maison du Chocolat had, after all, a very impressive candy display.
"Here you are, sir." D absentmindedly paid the man-giving about $20 more than the actual cost of his taxi ride-and hurried inside the store, glancing at the last sentence of the letter.
'Give your name to the person at the counter.' D hastily followed the advice.
"Count D? Hmm, well you do fit the description . . . someone ordered this for you." The woman there handed him a box of chocolate, and then went back to her anime magazine.
D blinked down at the large box in his hands.
It was pink. Large, pink, and heart-shaped. But it still presumably contained chocolate.
Count D ran outside to hail a cab.
*
"It took me so long to get home, Q-chan!" D exclaimed, putting down the box and getting a cup of tea. "But I wanted to wait to open it." He sat down and undid the pink ribbon, carefully lifting the top off the box. A note, scrawled on pink paper, lay atop the beloved chocolates. D carefully lifted it.
"Dear Count D," he read to Q-chan, his only listener, "Happy Valentine's Day. Love, Leon Orcot."
Count D smiled and ate a chocolate.
*
"What brings you here today, dear Detective?"
"Simply a matter of rabid saber-toothed tigers. Aren't they extinct?" Leon gave D a suspicious look, returned with an innocent expression.
"How should I know?"
Leon growled under his breath. The Count was beautiful, charming, polite, and could occasionally be very annoying. His eye fell on a framed picture that, he was sure, had not been there during his last visit.
It was a small pink card, written upon in Leon's own handwriting.
Leon smiled.