1Leon woke with a start, and looked around worriedly. He saw red silk, and golden threads surrounding him in the most intricate patterns. He looked up, and saw a sheet of fine lace above him which was a deep, rich black.
Leon's brows crinkled as he thought of how he got here. He couldn't remember a thing about where he was, or how he got there. Sitting up quickly, he cringed as he felt his leg send shivers of pain up his spine, bursting like fireworks in his head.
Quickly latching his hands to his head, he let out a moan of pain, "oooowwwww..." he muttered as he looked up, and squinted.
Noticing, that this was definitely NOT his room, he tried to stand, and take note of what was going on, and why he was there. He heard a rustle next to his bed, and looked over. Seeing nothing, he tilted his head, and muttered about pain killers, and hallucinations.
Then he stopped.
He didn't have pain killers.
Looking around, he could DEFINITELY hear some one breathing. Looking over the side of his bed again, he was greeted with two bright blue eyes.
"GAAAAAH!" He screeched, and jerked backwards in surprise.
"Hehehehe! Leon-sama is so funny" A little girl squealed, and sprung herself onto the covers of the bed that Leon was occupying at the moment.
"Uh....." Leon stared, and found himself looking at a bright blue eyed little girl with pretty blonde curls. She was wearing a frilly light blue, and purple dress with cute little white boots to match the outfit. She looked like she just stepped out of "Stepford Children" academy.
"Who...who are you?" Leon asked, looking slightly angry, and more than a little confused.
"I'm Stokalacheakaponsaytorna! But you can call me Pon-chan!" she giggled happily, and sat next to the injured cop.
"Uh..okay Pon-chan." Leon said, not wanting to argue with a name that long.
"Leon-sama?" she asked, her eyes shining, in curiosity, and wonder.
"Yes Pon-chan?" Leon answered, starting to sweat from the intense stare.
"What are you doing here?" she asked politely.
Leon face dropped, and mumbled into the pillow he was currently stuck to.
"That was what I was TRYING to figure out before you came in, and gave me a heart attack..." he muttered scathingly.
"Oh.....well! I could ask Count D!" She said happily, and bounced with excitement.
"You....you know Count D?" he asked incredeously.
"Well Duh! This is his pet shop you know?" She replied sarcastically.
"Wha-wha-WHAT?!" He roared, trying to stand again.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no! Leon-sama must NOT get up! I will fetch Count D! Yes I will!" With that, the little girl raced off, and disappeared through the large oriental doors that had closed the room from the outside world.
"Oh....okay.." Leon said dumbly, to the racing girl's retreat.
Leon watched as the doors slammed shut, and his head echoed the pain of the sound. He swooned, and fell back limply on his pillows, and closed his eyes. He tried to breathe in an even manner so as to control the pain.
Leon was just about to open his eyes again when he felt a hand on his head. Freezing, he kept breathing evenly in, and out, when he felt the hand brush through his hair in the most familiar way. Leon kept himself from leaning into that hand, but just about jumped, when he felt the hand tug the band that held his hair a ponytail out of it's confines.
He felt the hand, now hands stroke through his hair, and gently tugging out knots. He felt them scratch at his scalp, and he relaxed even further when the head massage continued. He felt the hands then move to the front of his face, where he could feel them even more so.
They were so soft, warm, and with out a single callous. He felt the long, woman like nails scratch gently at his temples, in an almost teasing manner. He could feel the hands gently grip his face, and rub their thumbs on his cheeks in a most unique, and intimate way. He felt he could just melt at whoever held his face, and admired it as they now did.
Feeling a great swell of love, he felt his cheeks pull up in the slightest manner, giving him a smile that no one had seen in many, many years. This rock hard detective was being reduced to dust as quickly as any one had ever seen. Leon's shell was breaking off, but sleepiness suddenly took the detective as quickly as a wind storm.
Falling asleep, he vaguely recalled a pair of lips being pressed to his forehead in a gentle manner where he smiled again, and rested in a peaceful sleep that had eluded him for many years.
Count D slowly closed the doors with a grin, that was not his usual game face grin, but one that spoke of happiness, and peace. A rare occurrence for the young Chinese man.
As Count D serenely walked down the hallways of his beloved pet shop, he wondered if Leon knew that he knew that he was awake during the most intimate moment he had, had in a long while.
Count D kept walking, and found Chris running from a room, holding his head in his head, silently laughing with joy.
Come ON! Let's go Pon-chan! We don't want to be late! T-chan is making lunch, and his in one of his cooking moods again! Come on! Come on! the young Leon look-a-like said with glee.
"Now now Chris, remember not to tease poor T-chan. He's been so upset these last couple hours, cooking is his only let down..." The Count gently pointed out.
Yes Count D, I'll be good! the young boy promised, and ran off with the girl/tanuki.
Laughing quietly, the Count kept his level pace, and soon the pair were out of site. As the count kept his walk, he noticed that Q-chan was following him, but making no noise.
"Q-chan? What is the matter dear friend?" he asked wondering.
"...squee-queee.." the fuzzy thing replied landing on the Count's shoulder, and nuzzled his rabbit face into the raven like hair.
"I know he's here, and I'm the one who brought him." the Count replied evenly.
"QEEEEEEE! QUEEEEE!" the little babbit squealed loudly, in the Count's ear.
"Please do not shut so Q-chan, it is most unbecoming. I shall do as I like, and when I like." the Count said coldly, and all emotion left his white face.
"Qeeee..." Q-chan sighed, and rested against the Count's neck.
"I'm glad you see it my way." the Count replied, and sat down in one of the chairs of the room he just entered.
Leon sat staring at the ceiling, knowing for sure that he was rotting with boredom. He had tried to get up, but it seemed that his leg had different plans, and so did his stupid mind. He knew he should stay there, and he knew that he was supposed to get better.
The problem was....he didn't want to.
He just wanted to lay there, have some one take care of him for the rest of his life, and not have to deal with anything. He was trying to help the human race, and nooooo...some one had to go and shoot him. He was protector of them for god's sake!
He did deserve a little attention at least.
"Bored...bored...bored...bored...bo-" he started repeating quietly to himself.
"Hello my dear detective." a voice laced with amusement called out.
"GAH! Jesus H. Christ! You scared the living shit outa me!" the blonde cop called irately.
"Living shit?" Count D asked, the cuss word falling oddly from his lips.
"Uh...don't try and cuss D....it's to weird..." Leon said, cringing at the odd sound from D's lips.
"Very well then, it is a rather disgusting habit." D said, smirking his amuzment.
Leon scowled, and looked away, crossing his arms tightly.
"So My Dear Detective...How did you ever do this to your leg?" the count asked, sitting next to Leon on the bed, gesturing at the injured leg.
"I got shot." Leon said shortly, and looked up still pouting.
"You...You go shot...?!" D asked widely. His face showing fear, and worry.
"Uh...yeah...? Why?" Leon asked, raising an eye brow at the expression that D was giving him.
"You...you could have gotten killed my dear Leon!" the Count said, worried, and leaned closer to peer into the ungaurded gaze of the blonde cop.
"Well...I guess so...but it's what I do for a job D, I protect the people..." Leon said, trying to back away from the closing in Count.
"But....is it really worth your life? You could DIE!" D said, emphasizing the last word.
"I....know..." Leon said slowly, wondering what was up the Count's ass.
"What the hell is up your ass any way with my life Count?" Leon asked, reverting to the formal way to address the young chinese.
D's eyes went wide, and he looked down meekly.
"I was just worried about you...that's all." he said, running a nailed hand through his hair, and looking up almost tearily.
"Don't cry now D! I'm no one, to any one...why would care if I died?" Leon asked carelessly.
"Chris would be thrown into a depression so deep, only amnesia could fix. And...I thought we were friends...I would be very distressed my Dear Detective..." D said, looking straight into the golden skinned cop's eyes.
"Well...Chris would just have to forget a stupid pissant like me, and....you've got so much class, you don't need porn addict friends like me. I can see you with the pope..." Leon said, turning away to hide the slight blush.
D smiled softly, and stood up gracefully as always.
"Well...It seems you are partly right in some cases, but mostly wrong about that. Leon, you are a very dear friend to me, more than you can possibly imagine." D said, smiling a true smile, and turned to leave.
"D?" Leon asked shakily.
"Yes my dear detective?" D answered back smoothly.
"Why am I here? Why do you care what happens to me?" Leon asked, letting his shell come down for just a moment.
"Oh my dear lion....you are more precious than life it's self. For your life, you would sacrifice yourself to save the ungrateful." D whispered to himself, and just smiled at the Detective.
"Sleep well my Dear Detective. We shall talk of that another time." D smiled gracefully, and left the room in a shadow of incensed air.
Leon slowly shut his eyes, and fell into the land of dreams.
Filled with glass...steel....fur...and magic.
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