A/N: Not sure how much I like this one but I figured I'd submit it anyway.
Leon shoved his hands in his pockets and made an irritable sound when his fingers found he was out of cigarettes. He closed his hand around the lighter in his other pocket and tried to get anything out of his finally cig but it was no use, the rain had soaked it completely. Taking it from his lips, he cast a glare at the man walking beside him. D seemed perfectly happy, humming softly with a strange smile on his face as he carried their now empty picnic basket down the sidewalk. Somehow, D's happiness just served to make the officer more annoyed.
"Do you have to be so goddamn perky all the time? It's a fucking storm out here and you're acting like its some sunshiny day." Leon growled, trying one more time to light his cigarette before casting it aside. The winds howled, bringing down bucket after bucket of rain onto the men. D just continued to smile, his mismatched eyes staring at Leon briefly before he dashed into the alleyway just off to Leon's right. Instantly Leon was after him, his sneakers splashing into the dirty puddles. "Fuck D! You're not getting away!" He shouted, almost instinctively as if he were after a crook. However D slowed down and stooped low to the ground, by a heap of discarded cardboard boxes. Leon looked around the narrow brick passage, saw no danger and bent down looking over D's shoulder.
"Forgive me, I just couldn't leave them here. These are a rare breed, tossed aside of course by some careless human." D said, moving aside to reveal a group of cold, shivering kittens. The Chinese man carefully picked them up, whispering softly to them as he placed them inside the empty basket. "Their mother died last week, I've been looking for a decent supply of this breed." He paused, looking up at Leon with that smile he hated so much. It was a smile that always seemed to mock him. "You don't like the rain, do you Detective?"
"Not really." Leon shrugged as D placed the finally kitten in the basket and lifted himself off the ground. "But who does?"
"Those who have shelter should." D chuckled darkly, walking calmly from the alley with Leon. "You, for example, have no reason to hate the rain. So many humans should appreciate the things it can bring. Of course I really shouldn't expect that should I?"
"What the hell…do you always have to be so goddamn condescending?" Leon grumbled but once again D gave him a Cheshire-like grin and the two walked in silence back to the pet shop.
"Hm, I believe tea will be just the thing to warm you, Detective." D said as they reached their destination. With his back still turned and the smile still in his voice, he continued. "You always take shelter from the rain here, don't you?" Leon hesitated, unsure of what D meant. 'It's probably one of his fucking mind games' Leon thought angrily and yet everything with humans was a game to him.
"So what?" Leon frowned, mad at himself that it was the best come back he could think of.
"It's perfectly alright." D said, turned slightly so he could look at Leon. "All animals need somewhere to run to." After that the subject was dropped and the tea inside was served but the nagging thought remained long after the cakes were eaten.
Leon did stay here, away from the real life troubles that always plagued him. He stayed here away from the storms, in his shelter, just like the kittens and other animals at D's shop. But, he thought as he found a dry cigarette in his back pocket, like hell he'd tell that to D.