o.O OMG! Gomen nasai! TT I'm so so so so soooooooooooo sorry I haven't updated sooner! ::smacks into a wall:: I've had like zero time but I think I should have more now that the holidays are almost here. Speaking of which, for Thankgiving (yeah I know it's late) I'm tankful for my wonderful readers who have graciously reviewed my story with encouraging words of wisdom! ::bows:: And an enormous "thank you" to OtakusVengance for helping add a detail I've been trying to come up with for weeks....(Damn writer's block... --;; ) Anyhoo, yes...it's still short... ::dies:: Gomen...I'll try to make the chapters longer as I go. Well, enjoy the next chapter...and once again, I own nothing... (Save that cute bishi ass of D's... ::is killed by Leon:: That's MY bishi ass! x.x Gomen...)

Chapter 2: Out of Sight

For a brief moment, neither moved. Electricity surged through Leon, jolting him back into reality. He tumbled backward, falling over the small table and landing hard on the floor. T-chan barely moved in time before Leon scrambled to his feet and fled the room. The door banged against the wall as he shoved it open in his rush to escape. What the fuck? That damn little goat-ass thing made me... His face grew hot as he leaned against his car, breathing heavily.

Oh my god! Did I...? Shit! I hope he doesn't think anything of that...wait! Who gives a fuck what he thinks?! Arg! Why do I suddenly care what he thinks?! And why the hell do I keep blushing like this every time I'm around him or think about him? Why the hell am I thinking about him at all? He sighed as he glanced back at the pet shop door. Damn, I need a drink. I'll come back later and apologize for this mess...He took one last look at the pet shop before hopping in his car and speeding away.

XxXxXxXxXxXxX

D stood staring at the door to the shop, surprise still written on his beautiful features. Surely that was unintentional. Leon would never show feelings for me, if he even has any...and yet... D shook his head. He knew better than to even consider trusting the tiny flutter of hope he felt. Still, of all the little incidents between the two of them, Leon always returned to apologize and come up with some excuse for his stupidity. Their friendship had never been damaged over any of the silly events before. If anything, they had grown closer but only friends, they remained and nothing more. Perhaps all hope is not lost... A tiny growl from T-chan interrupted his thoughts and he glared down at the little toutetsu.

"Now, T-chan, you'd better learn to behave around Detective Orcott." D scolded. "What did he ever do to you?" T-chan simply glared back at him and slunk off to pout under the couch. D shook his head, knowing the war between Leon and his prized pet was far from over, and barely stalled. There was little he could do to prevent the fighting, aside from harsh scoldings which T-chan hardly listened to anyway. He sighed, absently making tea and setting out some snacks. Hopefully Leon would be back shortly, like usual. No doubt half drunk and a complete mess as well. Then again, this wasn't the usual stupid mishap. He might not come back this time...What will happen if I never see him again...?

D nearly dropped the cup of tea in his hands at the thought. He fell shakily onto the couch, clutching the tiny cup in his hands to keep the tea from spilling. Never...never again? He stared at the tray of sweets on the small table in front of him and then at the nearly forgotten box of chocolates that Leon had brought lying askew on the floor. He timidly picked it up and took the lid off to find a dozen beautiful rose shaped chocolates wrapped delicately in red foil. (Thank you OtakusVengeance for the idea! ::glomp cling:: I was actually going to leave the details out about the chocolates until I read your review! ) D took a deep breath and sighed. He'll come back...I just know it...

XxXxXxXxXxXxX

Leon drove for hours simply trying to find his way back to the apartment. His head was reeling from the emotions running through it. Fear. Joy? Anger. Ecstacy? Embarrassment. Comfort? His stomach was tied in knots. He felt sick, and yet wonderful at the same time. Everything was jumbled together, unclear and out of focus.

He finally found the apartment complex he called home and pulled into the garage. He stumbled out of the car and somehow managed to got the door open. He felt exhausted from the crazy drive home. Damn...some crazy day...I guess...I'll just get some sleep...can't think very well right now anyway... He managed to make it to the bed but he was fast asleep before his head even touched the pillow.