LOVE BLOSSOMS
BASED ON THE CHARACTERS CREATED BY MATSURI AKINO FOR THE MANGA SERIES, PET SHOP OF HORRORS.
CONTAINS SPOILERS ~ GUESS WHICH ONES
THANK YOU FOR THE WONDERFUL REVIEWS
THE ALLIANCE
Jill filed her last report for the day, still leaving a huge stack to do tomorrow, cleaned up her desk and got ready to go home. As she got ready to leave, she thought about what she had learned today.
So that's why Leon has been a complete jerk, hmmmm, it seems he has a major problem. I can't even imagine what it would be like to realize that your not entirely who you think you are. For, such a macho ladies man to find out he's finally fallen in love, and, in love with a man, must really mess with his mind.
As she started walking down the stairs, she tried to think of some ways to help Leon with his situation.
Hey, it's hard to find true love and if your one of the lucky few who do, you need to grab a hold of it with everything you have in yourself. You shouldn't let fear get in the way; otherwise, you end of regretting it for the rest of your life. But, right now, Leon is scared shitless and, I know, he will end up with nothing but regret.
As she got to the main entrance way of the building, she stopped to make small talk and wave good-bye to her fellow coworkers that were also leaving for the day or coming in to work the evening shifts.
Man, I hated working the night shift. That's when the weirdo's and crazies come out. But every new officer had to work it; kind of like a trial by fire. If you can do this, you can do anything.
As she finally left the building, she pulled her key chain from her jacket pocket and started walking towards the parking lot, where she always parked her car.
The early evening air was cool and had the smell of coming rain on it. The sky was just starting to change to the deep inky purplish color, and it was beautiful to behold. Thinking of purple lead to thinking of purple eyes or, in this case, an eye, which obviously, lead to thinking of the Count.
Poor man, I can't believe no one else can see what is going on, especially Leon. Leon can't see or doesn't want to see how he is hurting the Count. The poor Count left, as if, Leon's abrupt leaving didn't affect him in any way. But, I could tell that it cut deep. He's as in love with Leon, as much as Leon is with him. Except the Count isn't afraid of what he is feeling.
Earlier that day, more than an hour after the Count left, Leon finally showed back up. He never spoke a word for the rest of the afternoon; just sat at his desk and plowed through his stack of reports. The man managed to get through them in record time. As soon as he finished and, with no cases requiring his immediate attention, he left for the day. He didn't even stop to say good-by. Everybody in the department knew something was wrong, but didn't know what it was.
Well, except for me!
Those who tried to speculate, just put it down to the standard "it must be a woman relationship" problem. Whenever a fellow male officer was having a bad day, week, month or year, it was always the "it must be a woman" problem and that woman must be screwing up the relationship. Regardless of the actual problem, some nefarious woman was always behind it.
Your car doesn't start; it must be a woman problem. You have the flu; it must be a woman problem. You missed the big game last night; it must be a woman problem. Another hurricane hit the coast of Florida; it must be a woman problem.
On and on it went. When she was a new detective, it really got on her nerves, but now she just found it amusing.
If Earth is ever attacked by aliens; By God, it will be because some woman just screwed up a relationship with a man. Well, Leon's got a relationship problem, but it's not with a woman! She couldn't help but chuckle at that thought, despite the seriousness of the problem.
As she crossed the street to get to the parking lot, it had begun to rain and the sky had turned black. The rain was cool and actually felt nice, but with the warm air, it was getting misty. It rained just enough to spot up her glasses and blur her vision. She walked faster, because she didn't like to be downtown in the dark by herself, especially if the weather was going to be nasty. When she finally got to her car, she found the car key on the chain and got ready to unlock it and hop in.
However, because her hands were damp, she dropped her key chain as she started to unlock the driver's front door. As she stood back up, from picking up her fallen keys, there was a dark male figure standing in front of her.
Going into instant self-defense mode, courtesy of her police training, she immediately tried to punch and kick her would be attacker. But, it seemed he was too fast for her eyes to follow and she never got a clean shot at him. Just as she tried to do a throat chop, his hand shot out and grabbed hers before the blow could cause any damage.
My God, he's fast and strong, she thought. Afraid, but unwilling, to let him see it. Never let the enemy know you're afraid. Remember you're a cop!
He snatched her key chain, unlocked the car and pushed her in. But, because her glasses had started to fog up, she was unable to get a good look at him, as he slid in next to her and forced her over to the passenger side. Taking a quick breath, she prepared to unlock the passenger door and make a run for it. But a second before she made her attempt, his hand shot out again and grabbed her by the upper arm. It wasn't a brutal grasp, but it was strong and she knew she wouldn't be able to break it.
"Please, do not be afraid. I have no intention of harming you." Came a soft, cultured and familiar voice.
"Who are you?" Jill responded in her take charge cop voice. "What the hell is going on?"
Her car's interior light was still on because he hadn't completely shut the door before grabbing her and after a few moments, while she felt him staring at her, her glasses had finally started to clear enough to see her assailant.
Who she finally saw shocked her. At first she couldn't believe what her eyes were showing her.
"Count D!" she managed to sputter. "What's the meaning of this?"
She quickly gave the Count a once over, when she realized, he wasn't dressed as she had always expected him to be. In fact, he wore an expensive dark suit with a long black overcoat.
"Count.?" she questioned again.
Finally, in a detached voice, he responded. "I am not.Count D or, at least, the Count D you know."
Jill took a long hard look at him again. It sure looked like the Count, with the exception of his clothes. He had the same hair, was the same height and, most importantly, the same eyes. However, his voice did seem a bit more detached and colder, then she remembered.
"What do you mean by, the Count D I know?" Still wondering what, the hell, was going on. "You look just like him. Are there more than one Count Ds running around?"
"Precisely," he said, earning a confused look from Jill. "Let us say, instead, that I am part of your Count D's family. However, the nature of the familial relationship between us is not important. And, as you can see, the family resemblance runs strong in our family."
"Yeah, I can see that. It's creepy strong; almost clone like."
Although, this wasn't the Count D she knew, she felt herself relax. She still had no idea what was going on, but she intended to find out as soon as she could. "So, what's up and what do you want with me?"
"I have need of your assistance in a delicate matter"
"Ok, first what's your name? Tell me that first and then tell me what the delicate matter is."
"You may call me Sofu D, for want of a better name, and I believe you are aware of the delicate matter already"
Interested now, Jill leaned in closer to him. ".and the delicate matter is?"
Sofu D looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Your friend Leon Orcot and my., your Count D."
"Oh." Jill was stunned.
I kind of figured that was it; but hearing it out loud was still surprising.
"We need to talk about this matter. Somewhere private and quiet."
Jill held out her hand, "My car; I'm the only one who drives it, so give me my keys and switch sides. I know someplace that fits your description. When we get there, we'll talk."
At first she wasn't sure he was going to give the keys to her. He seemed almost offended that she was so forward about it. It was as if he expected, no demanded, more respect from her.
Almost, like a king expecting and demanding absolute respect and homage from his subjects.
Count D might seem aloof, but you could sense he had feelings underneath it all, but this guy was positively imperious in his manner. With a quick flash of distaste running briefly across his face, he finally handed the keys over.
Once they switched places, she drove to a very out of the way park, where no one came to after the sun set. In normal circumstances she would never have driven here for any reason, but somehow, she got the feeling that Sofu D could be a lot scarier than what was out side in the dark.
But, I can handle scary, if it will help with Leon and the Count.
As the night progress, they talked and planned.
END CHAPTER THREE
BASED ON THE CHARACTERS CREATED BY MATSURI AKINO FOR THE MANGA SERIES, PET SHOP OF HORRORS.
CONTAINS SPOILERS ~ GUESS WHICH ONES
THANK YOU FOR THE WONDERFUL REVIEWS
THE ALLIANCE
Jill filed her last report for the day, still leaving a huge stack to do tomorrow, cleaned up her desk and got ready to go home. As she got ready to leave, she thought about what she had learned today.
So that's why Leon has been a complete jerk, hmmmm, it seems he has a major problem. I can't even imagine what it would be like to realize that your not entirely who you think you are. For, such a macho ladies man to find out he's finally fallen in love, and, in love with a man, must really mess with his mind.
As she started walking down the stairs, she tried to think of some ways to help Leon with his situation.
Hey, it's hard to find true love and if your one of the lucky few who do, you need to grab a hold of it with everything you have in yourself. You shouldn't let fear get in the way; otherwise, you end of regretting it for the rest of your life. But, right now, Leon is scared shitless and, I know, he will end up with nothing but regret.
As she got to the main entrance way of the building, she stopped to make small talk and wave good-bye to her fellow coworkers that were also leaving for the day or coming in to work the evening shifts.
Man, I hated working the night shift. That's when the weirdo's and crazies come out. But every new officer had to work it; kind of like a trial by fire. If you can do this, you can do anything.
As she finally left the building, she pulled her key chain from her jacket pocket and started walking towards the parking lot, where she always parked her car.
The early evening air was cool and had the smell of coming rain on it. The sky was just starting to change to the deep inky purplish color, and it was beautiful to behold. Thinking of purple lead to thinking of purple eyes or, in this case, an eye, which obviously, lead to thinking of the Count.
Poor man, I can't believe no one else can see what is going on, especially Leon. Leon can't see or doesn't want to see how he is hurting the Count. The poor Count left, as if, Leon's abrupt leaving didn't affect him in any way. But, I could tell that it cut deep. He's as in love with Leon, as much as Leon is with him. Except the Count isn't afraid of what he is feeling.
Earlier that day, more than an hour after the Count left, Leon finally showed back up. He never spoke a word for the rest of the afternoon; just sat at his desk and plowed through his stack of reports. The man managed to get through them in record time. As soon as he finished and, with no cases requiring his immediate attention, he left for the day. He didn't even stop to say good-by. Everybody in the department knew something was wrong, but didn't know what it was.
Well, except for me!
Those who tried to speculate, just put it down to the standard "it must be a woman relationship" problem. Whenever a fellow male officer was having a bad day, week, month or year, it was always the "it must be a woman" problem and that woman must be screwing up the relationship. Regardless of the actual problem, some nefarious woman was always behind it.
Your car doesn't start; it must be a woman problem. You have the flu; it must be a woman problem. You missed the big game last night; it must be a woman problem. Another hurricane hit the coast of Florida; it must be a woman problem.
On and on it went. When she was a new detective, it really got on her nerves, but now she just found it amusing.
If Earth is ever attacked by aliens; By God, it will be because some woman just screwed up a relationship with a man. Well, Leon's got a relationship problem, but it's not with a woman! She couldn't help but chuckle at that thought, despite the seriousness of the problem.
As she crossed the street to get to the parking lot, it had begun to rain and the sky had turned black. The rain was cool and actually felt nice, but with the warm air, it was getting misty. It rained just enough to spot up her glasses and blur her vision. She walked faster, because she didn't like to be downtown in the dark by herself, especially if the weather was going to be nasty. When she finally got to her car, she found the car key on the chain and got ready to unlock it and hop in.
However, because her hands were damp, she dropped her key chain as she started to unlock the driver's front door. As she stood back up, from picking up her fallen keys, there was a dark male figure standing in front of her.
Going into instant self-defense mode, courtesy of her police training, she immediately tried to punch and kick her would be attacker. But, it seemed he was too fast for her eyes to follow and she never got a clean shot at him. Just as she tried to do a throat chop, his hand shot out and grabbed hers before the blow could cause any damage.
My God, he's fast and strong, she thought. Afraid, but unwilling, to let him see it. Never let the enemy know you're afraid. Remember you're a cop!
He snatched her key chain, unlocked the car and pushed her in. But, because her glasses had started to fog up, she was unable to get a good look at him, as he slid in next to her and forced her over to the passenger side. Taking a quick breath, she prepared to unlock the passenger door and make a run for it. But a second before she made her attempt, his hand shot out again and grabbed her by the upper arm. It wasn't a brutal grasp, but it was strong and she knew she wouldn't be able to break it.
"Please, do not be afraid. I have no intention of harming you." Came a soft, cultured and familiar voice.
"Who are you?" Jill responded in her take charge cop voice. "What the hell is going on?"
Her car's interior light was still on because he hadn't completely shut the door before grabbing her and after a few moments, while she felt him staring at her, her glasses had finally started to clear enough to see her assailant.
Who she finally saw shocked her. At first she couldn't believe what her eyes were showing her.
"Count D!" she managed to sputter. "What's the meaning of this?"
She quickly gave the Count a once over, when she realized, he wasn't dressed as she had always expected him to be. In fact, he wore an expensive dark suit with a long black overcoat.
"Count.?" she questioned again.
Finally, in a detached voice, he responded. "I am not.Count D or, at least, the Count D you know."
Jill took a long hard look at him again. It sure looked like the Count, with the exception of his clothes. He had the same hair, was the same height and, most importantly, the same eyes. However, his voice did seem a bit more detached and colder, then she remembered.
"What do you mean by, the Count D I know?" Still wondering what, the hell, was going on. "You look just like him. Are there more than one Count Ds running around?"
"Precisely," he said, earning a confused look from Jill. "Let us say, instead, that I am part of your Count D's family. However, the nature of the familial relationship between us is not important. And, as you can see, the family resemblance runs strong in our family."
"Yeah, I can see that. It's creepy strong; almost clone like."
Although, this wasn't the Count D she knew, she felt herself relax. She still had no idea what was going on, but she intended to find out as soon as she could. "So, what's up and what do you want with me?"
"I have need of your assistance in a delicate matter"
"Ok, first what's your name? Tell me that first and then tell me what the delicate matter is."
"You may call me Sofu D, for want of a better name, and I believe you are aware of the delicate matter already"
Interested now, Jill leaned in closer to him. ".and the delicate matter is?"
Sofu D looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Your friend Leon Orcot and my., your Count D."
"Oh." Jill was stunned.
I kind of figured that was it; but hearing it out loud was still surprising.
"We need to talk about this matter. Somewhere private and quiet."
Jill held out her hand, "My car; I'm the only one who drives it, so give me my keys and switch sides. I know someplace that fits your description. When we get there, we'll talk."
At first she wasn't sure he was going to give the keys to her. He seemed almost offended that she was so forward about it. It was as if he expected, no demanded, more respect from her.
Almost, like a king expecting and demanding absolute respect and homage from his subjects.
Count D might seem aloof, but you could sense he had feelings underneath it all, but this guy was positively imperious in his manner. With a quick flash of distaste running briefly across his face, he finally handed the keys over.
Once they switched places, she drove to a very out of the way park, where no one came to after the sun set. In normal circumstances she would never have driven here for any reason, but somehow, she got the feeling that Sofu D could be a lot scarier than what was out side in the dark.
But, I can handle scary, if it will help with Leon and the Count.
As the night progress, they talked and planned.
END CHAPTER THREE