LOVE BLOSSOMS
BASED ON THE CHARACTERS CREATED BY MATSURI AKINO FOR THE MANGA SERIES, PET SHOP OF HORRORS.
CONTAINS SPOILERS ~ GUESS WHICH ONES
TIME APART
It was early afternoon and Leon sat at his desk, looking at the stacks of paperwork sitting in front of him. The paperwork was for cases past that he had to write reports on.
God, I hate paperwork, he thought, this is the only part of police work I truly hate. He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on top of his desk.
He watched his fellow officers shuffle about the department; filing, phone calling, typing and sitting around looking at their paperwork, much the same as he was currently. Sheesh, we all hate paperwork. He closed his eyes briefly and yawned. When he opened his eyes, Jill was sitting on his desk, looking at him directly in the face.
"Jill," he moved his feet off the desk and sat back up, "what do you want?"
"I want to know what's up with you." She replied. "For the last few days, you've been a real dick to work with. You've been biting off every bodies head and just being an all round jerk!"
"It's none of your business, so butt out."
"No, I'm your friend and coworker," Jill stood up and crossed her arms, "and I want to know why you've been in a bad mood. It's affecting your work and the chief is starting to notice. So spill."
" No, N-O, no." Leon stood up and started moving the stacks on his desk around.
"Ok, don't talk, but you need to take some time off to get your act together real soon; before you alienate everyone you work with." She turned and left, going back to her desk and growing stacks of paperwork.
You know what's wrong, don't you. It involves a pet shop owner you can't get out of your head. He'd been resisting going to visit these last few days. He couldn't believe how hard it was to keep busy, so that he could resist the urge to visit. I will not think about him; period, that's the end, nada, no more!
He sat back down in his chair, turned it around and stared out of the window onto the city below. All the things going on in the city and I spend my time thinking about a guy in Chinatown. What's up with that?
He leaned back and thought of what happened later that night after leaving D and his pet shop.
I found the nastiest, dirtiest dive of a bar to get wasted in. After a few hours of sitting and drinking beer after beer, I noticed a woman staring at me from across the bar. In a normal situation i wouldn't have given her a second glance, considering what type of profession she was in, but that night I needed to prove my manhood. I'm a ladies man, a guy who doesn't look at men, ok one particular man, ever. So I had the bartender give her a drink on me. After a few minutes she got up and walked over to sit next to me. We didn't talk much; hell, I don't think I ever got her name, but before I knew it, we were at her place going at each other like lonely animals. But, before we actually got around to more, I ended up think about D. Boy, was that a damper on the situation. I apologized, as I quickly got dressed and left. Beer didn't help and neither did a woman.
All I can think about is D and that is so not happening!
Just then a hand touched his shoulder, causing him to look up to see who it was and he found himself staring into the beautiful eyes of the very man he refused to think about. The first time he had visited the office like this, it involved a case he was working on. His reaction, at that time, was surprise. Today, he just slowly turned in his chair and looked up.
"What do you want Count?" he asked in a neutral voice and trying to be very formal.
After a second, D responded, "You haven't come by to visit me in the last few days, detective, I just wanted to make sure everything was all right with you." He smiled and held a basket in front of him. "You seemed unlike yourself, on your last visit, so, I brought some tea and food for you. It is a special brew that will help you feel better."
"You do remember that this area is not open to the public, don't ya?"
"Of course I do, but since I know your chief, I have been given a special pass to visit at any time."
He proceeded to clean a corner of Leon's desk and set it up with the tea and food.
It does look good, doesn't it, and I am hungry. Wait a minute, this is part of the problem, if don't want to think about him, then I can't see him. I can't let him get any closer than he has already gotten. I can't let myself think about how close he could become.
Leon abruptly stood up, as the Count was pouring the tea. He had already set out two small plates with fruit and cheese. There was also a plate with a chocolate torte.
"Sorry Count, I have business and can't waste anytime to have lunch with you." He grabbed his leather jacket and walked out of the department. Once again, he didn't look back. He knew he had been unduly harsh sounding when he spoke, but he had to protect himself at all cost.
What are you protecting yourself against? He thought to himself and responded with a shut the hell up!
He didn't have anything to do, well, except the paper work sitting on top of his desk, but hopefully the Count would leave soon and he could throw himself into actually doing them. He might hate paper work, but it might keep his mind busy and off of other things.
I'll give D an hour to leave, until then I guess I will take a walk.
Hands in his pocket, he began his hour long walk.
Inside the building, at the desk of detective Leon Orcot, D was gathering up the lunch he had brought with him. He had hoped to make this a peace offering, so that, at the very least, everything could go back to the way it was before. Before whatever it was that happen, happened.
I only know that during the last visit something caused him to change; too turn from me. I know I have given him no overt signs or obvious actions, of my feelings, but some how, something changed.
He held back his tears, refusing to let them fall, especially in front of others. He had hoped to heal the rift between them. Everyday he looked forward to seeing Leon, everyday he looked forward to teasing and confounding him.
It appears that I will no longer have even that to look forward to. He thought as he finally packed away the last place.
All was silent in the office, everyone having witnessed what had happen between the Count and Leon, but all trying to pretend that they hadn't. he felt their stares on his back.
Humans are so obvious when they try not to be and I will not allow myself to be pitied by them.
When he turned towards them, he made sure that he appeared his normal self, aloof and untouchable, to everyone and all things around him.
"Well, it appears that Detective Orcot is very busy today. Please tell him good-bye for me, won't you?" With absolute grace the Count walked out of the building. Everyone in the department went back to work, putting down Leon's behavior to the Count as part of his mood, that everyone had been suffering lately.
However, at one desk, a young blonde woman sat with a serious look upon her face, realization dawning on her, as to why Leon had been behaving like a total bitch lately. She knew the signs and knew she was going to have to help Leon get his act together; before it was to late.
Back at his pet shop, D switched his open sign to close and curled up upon the ornate couch. Q-chan flew down, concerned because the shop should have remained opened for several more hours.
D held out a finger for him to land upon.
Once again, the young kami had tears slipping from the corner of his eyes. He had had the strength of will to leave the building, get into his rolls royce and have his driver drop him off in front of the store, without breaking down. But once in the confines of his home, he allowed himself to feel and what he felt was his heart breaking.
"Oh, grandfather, I thought after a few days apart, I could go visit him and somehow heal the rift."
Q-chan gave a sad chirp in response.
"I fear I have made the situation between us worse. It is almost, as if, he feared having me near him. But I can not recall anything that I might have done to cause this."
Q-chan knew that the detective was afraid of what he was feeling for his grandson.
I am not sure that I approve of any relationship with a human and our kind. Humans have not been kind to us. They are destructive and selfish creatures. They hurt others with little or know thought and our kind being especially sensitive, can be hurt much more easily. This is why we should not allow ourselves to feel for them.
"I know your feelings and thoughts on this matter, grandfather, but it is too late. I have opened my heart. I did not plan for this to happen, but it did. At sometime he manage to sneak into my heart and I fear I will not be able to ever get him out." D said as he petted Q-chan.
All the animals that were allowed to roam free in the shop had gathered at his feet. There were cats, dogs and even Totetsu-chan. Having them near made him feel better and cheered him, knowing that they cared.
"If he fears me for some reason I can not fathom, what he will feel, if he ever learns what I am?" D asked his pets.
None could give him an answer to his question, but D finally managed to calm himself, so that, he was able to reopen his shop.
Perched on his shoulder, Q-chan thought, this situation must be dealt with, before it was too late.
END CHAPTER TWO
BASED ON THE CHARACTERS CREATED BY MATSURI AKINO FOR THE MANGA SERIES, PET SHOP OF HORRORS.
CONTAINS SPOILERS ~ GUESS WHICH ONES
TIME APART
It was early afternoon and Leon sat at his desk, looking at the stacks of paperwork sitting in front of him. The paperwork was for cases past that he had to write reports on.
God, I hate paperwork, he thought, this is the only part of police work I truly hate. He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on top of his desk.
He watched his fellow officers shuffle about the department; filing, phone calling, typing and sitting around looking at their paperwork, much the same as he was currently. Sheesh, we all hate paperwork. He closed his eyes briefly and yawned. When he opened his eyes, Jill was sitting on his desk, looking at him directly in the face.
"Jill," he moved his feet off the desk and sat back up, "what do you want?"
"I want to know what's up with you." She replied. "For the last few days, you've been a real dick to work with. You've been biting off every bodies head and just being an all round jerk!"
"It's none of your business, so butt out."
"No, I'm your friend and coworker," Jill stood up and crossed her arms, "and I want to know why you've been in a bad mood. It's affecting your work and the chief is starting to notice. So spill."
" No, N-O, no." Leon stood up and started moving the stacks on his desk around.
"Ok, don't talk, but you need to take some time off to get your act together real soon; before you alienate everyone you work with." She turned and left, going back to her desk and growing stacks of paperwork.
You know what's wrong, don't you. It involves a pet shop owner you can't get out of your head. He'd been resisting going to visit these last few days. He couldn't believe how hard it was to keep busy, so that he could resist the urge to visit. I will not think about him; period, that's the end, nada, no more!
He sat back down in his chair, turned it around and stared out of the window onto the city below. All the things going on in the city and I spend my time thinking about a guy in Chinatown. What's up with that?
He leaned back and thought of what happened later that night after leaving D and his pet shop.
I found the nastiest, dirtiest dive of a bar to get wasted in. After a few hours of sitting and drinking beer after beer, I noticed a woman staring at me from across the bar. In a normal situation i wouldn't have given her a second glance, considering what type of profession she was in, but that night I needed to prove my manhood. I'm a ladies man, a guy who doesn't look at men, ok one particular man, ever. So I had the bartender give her a drink on me. After a few minutes she got up and walked over to sit next to me. We didn't talk much; hell, I don't think I ever got her name, but before I knew it, we were at her place going at each other like lonely animals. But, before we actually got around to more, I ended up think about D. Boy, was that a damper on the situation. I apologized, as I quickly got dressed and left. Beer didn't help and neither did a woman.
All I can think about is D and that is so not happening!
Just then a hand touched his shoulder, causing him to look up to see who it was and he found himself staring into the beautiful eyes of the very man he refused to think about. The first time he had visited the office like this, it involved a case he was working on. His reaction, at that time, was surprise. Today, he just slowly turned in his chair and looked up.
"What do you want Count?" he asked in a neutral voice and trying to be very formal.
After a second, D responded, "You haven't come by to visit me in the last few days, detective, I just wanted to make sure everything was all right with you." He smiled and held a basket in front of him. "You seemed unlike yourself, on your last visit, so, I brought some tea and food for you. It is a special brew that will help you feel better."
"You do remember that this area is not open to the public, don't ya?"
"Of course I do, but since I know your chief, I have been given a special pass to visit at any time."
He proceeded to clean a corner of Leon's desk and set it up with the tea and food.
It does look good, doesn't it, and I am hungry. Wait a minute, this is part of the problem, if don't want to think about him, then I can't see him. I can't let him get any closer than he has already gotten. I can't let myself think about how close he could become.
Leon abruptly stood up, as the Count was pouring the tea. He had already set out two small plates with fruit and cheese. There was also a plate with a chocolate torte.
"Sorry Count, I have business and can't waste anytime to have lunch with you." He grabbed his leather jacket and walked out of the department. Once again, he didn't look back. He knew he had been unduly harsh sounding when he spoke, but he had to protect himself at all cost.
What are you protecting yourself against? He thought to himself and responded with a shut the hell up!
He didn't have anything to do, well, except the paper work sitting on top of his desk, but hopefully the Count would leave soon and he could throw himself into actually doing them. He might hate paper work, but it might keep his mind busy and off of other things.
I'll give D an hour to leave, until then I guess I will take a walk.
Hands in his pocket, he began his hour long walk.
Inside the building, at the desk of detective Leon Orcot, D was gathering up the lunch he had brought with him. He had hoped to make this a peace offering, so that, at the very least, everything could go back to the way it was before. Before whatever it was that happen, happened.
I only know that during the last visit something caused him to change; too turn from me. I know I have given him no overt signs or obvious actions, of my feelings, but some how, something changed.
He held back his tears, refusing to let them fall, especially in front of others. He had hoped to heal the rift between them. Everyday he looked forward to seeing Leon, everyday he looked forward to teasing and confounding him.
It appears that I will no longer have even that to look forward to. He thought as he finally packed away the last place.
All was silent in the office, everyone having witnessed what had happen between the Count and Leon, but all trying to pretend that they hadn't. he felt their stares on his back.
Humans are so obvious when they try not to be and I will not allow myself to be pitied by them.
When he turned towards them, he made sure that he appeared his normal self, aloof and untouchable, to everyone and all things around him.
"Well, it appears that Detective Orcot is very busy today. Please tell him good-bye for me, won't you?" With absolute grace the Count walked out of the building. Everyone in the department went back to work, putting down Leon's behavior to the Count as part of his mood, that everyone had been suffering lately.
However, at one desk, a young blonde woman sat with a serious look upon her face, realization dawning on her, as to why Leon had been behaving like a total bitch lately. She knew the signs and knew she was going to have to help Leon get his act together; before it was to late.
Back at his pet shop, D switched his open sign to close and curled up upon the ornate couch. Q-chan flew down, concerned because the shop should have remained opened for several more hours.
D held out a finger for him to land upon.
Once again, the young kami had tears slipping from the corner of his eyes. He had had the strength of will to leave the building, get into his rolls royce and have his driver drop him off in front of the store, without breaking down. But once in the confines of his home, he allowed himself to feel and what he felt was his heart breaking.
"Oh, grandfather, I thought after a few days apart, I could go visit him and somehow heal the rift."
Q-chan gave a sad chirp in response.
"I fear I have made the situation between us worse. It is almost, as if, he feared having me near him. But I can not recall anything that I might have done to cause this."
Q-chan knew that the detective was afraid of what he was feeling for his grandson.
I am not sure that I approve of any relationship with a human and our kind. Humans have not been kind to us. They are destructive and selfish creatures. They hurt others with little or know thought and our kind being especially sensitive, can be hurt much more easily. This is why we should not allow ourselves to feel for them.
"I know your feelings and thoughts on this matter, grandfather, but it is too late. I have opened my heart. I did not plan for this to happen, but it did. At sometime he manage to sneak into my heart and I fear I will not be able to ever get him out." D said as he petted Q-chan.
All the animals that were allowed to roam free in the shop had gathered at his feet. There were cats, dogs and even Totetsu-chan. Having them near made him feel better and cheered him, knowing that they cared.
"If he fears me for some reason I can not fathom, what he will feel, if he ever learns what I am?" D asked his pets.
None could give him an answer to his question, but D finally managed to calm himself, so that, he was able to reopen his shop.
Perched on his shoulder, Q-chan thought, this situation must be dealt with, before it was too late.
END CHAPTER TWO