A/N: Ok, I lied. We have an update! I got to thinking and I just had to write it from D's perspective. I don't have any idea why D can't hear the singing. The magic of the shop I guess. And the poetic license of a fanfiction author. So here we go, from D's point of view...

D checked a small clock on the wall of the front room of his shop, puzzling over it. It was getting late into the afternoon already and Leon hadn't imposed on him yet. He didn't really mind, of course, and it wasn't like Leon came by every day. He did look forward to the sweets the detective brought him, though. They were always a treat.

From his seat on the couch, he spoke to the horned boy who sat against the far wall, who lazily tugged at a lose thread on his pant hem, "T-Chan, are you certain everything is alright in the back? Everyone has been so quiet today you'd think someone had died."

T-chan shrugged. "Everything seems alright to me, Count. Chris went to take a nap about a half and hour ago, so maybe it's just that he's not up to stir up the joint."

D made a thoughtful sound and smoothed his clothes across his knees. When he looked up again, he saw T-Chan smirking openly.

"I think a better question is what's up with you?" T-Chan asked. "You've been tense all day. Fearful that cop won't bring you your candy today?"

The count shot him a glare. "You'd do well to watch your mouth around the man who controls whether you eat or not, Tetsu."

The boy laughed. "Aw, D, come on. I remember the looks you gave my human self. I've seen you send a few of those his way."

"Out!" D ordered him, dragging the boy to his feet and pushing him off toward the door to the inner sections of the shop, T-Chan laughing all the way. "I won't put up with your speculation today!" T-Chan was always doing this and it was beginning to get on his nerves.

T-Chan turned back as he opened the door with a wink. "Alright, alright, no more speculating. Go check the door. I think I hear him coming." And he slipped inside with a wink, closing the door behind him.

T-Chan was still laughing when he caught the attention of Pon-Chan. When he finished explaining what had happened, she said to him, "You just like teasing him, don't you?"

"A little," T-chan said when he'd recovered, still with a giggle or two. "The count is cute when he gets all flustered."

She smiled indulgently. "You know that no matter what you say, you'll never get them together."

T-Chan thought for a moment and then grinned widely. "Nothing I say, huh? What about something I do?"

She looked at him cautiously, a little worried.

"I have a plan," he whispered to her and she giggled. The crept back to the door to the front and T-Chan carefully slid inside, hiding himself behind a folding screen kept near the back.

While T-Chan had been scheming, D had checked to make sure the tea was ready and noticed that T-Chan had in fact been lying and Leon was not at the door. Shortly, though, the familiar knocking broke the silence. D carefully schooled his expression and tried to ignore the nagging irritation from T-Chan's constant teasing. He went to the door and opened it, smiling at the sunlight and the detective.

"Good afternoon, Detective. Just in time for tea, as always," D greeted. Leon spat his cigarette on the street and D suppressed a shudder before waving him inside. The man could be so disgusting. But, ooh, pastries.

"Burning something new in here, D?" Leon asked, and D rolled his eyes behind his back as the detective propped his feet on the low table between two couches. As he walked toward the couches himself, he pushed Leon's boots from the tabletop.

"Why, yes, Detective. I'm surprised you noticed. What do you think?" Actually D wasn't burning much of anything today. He liked to air out the front rooms now and then when no customer was expected so he didn't choke anyone when the air became too thick, especially his beloved pets. This was just the small amount of scent he usually applied to his person. He watched Leon sniff the air a few times.

"It's alright, I guess. I'm not much of an incense sort of guy. It's easier to breathe then that other crap you usually burn."

D supposed this was the closest thing to a compliment he was likely to get out the detective, though the language could use improvement. "I'm glad you approve."

He left Leon to his sprawled seating as he went to check the tea again and prepare a plate of treats and cups. Suddenly though, there was a strange amount of rustling coming from the main room. He heard Leon ask a question but he couldn't make out what was said.

Returning with the tray, he responded, ""I'm sorry, did you say something, Detective?"

As he set the tray on the table and poured some tea for both of them, Leon grunted and sat back on the couch. "No, nothing." D raised an eyebrow at him.

"You are rather jumpy today; are you feeling alright?" D asked, sitting and taking his cup. D watched, a little concerned, as Leon went to drink but stopped half way, glancing this way and that.

"No, every thing's fine."

D shrugged slightly and accepted that Leon must have just had a stressful day. He was always a little jumpy when he came to visit anyway.

The Count jumped himself when Leon slammed down his cup and leaped to his feet. He watched cautiously as Leon turned about the shop, searching. Perhaps T-Chan was playing some kind of joke on the poor detective. He could be pretty disgruntled when forced from the front room.

"Detective? Are you sure you don't want me to add a few herbs to your tea? I know of a few that could help calm you," he asked, honestly concerned for his visitor. But what was he saying? Herbs in the tea? He should know better than offer something like that to Leon.

"No," Leon said hastily, still standing. "You're not putting any of that yuppie crap in my drink."

And that was why. Yuppie crap...like Leon knew a thing about tea.

Something was definitely going on here. Leon kept switching from staring intently around the room to staring directly at him. What was going on in that blond little head of his? He certainly looked confused, even a little scared. Now there was something unusual.

Leon had stopped drinking his tea and D wondered if he should offer him something else. But then Leon reached for his cup again and D relaxed.

What could possibly be on his mind? D thought. Leon was usually very vocal when upset, but he wasn't saying anything today. If he didn't calm down soon he would worry himself half to death. D wondered if maybe he should slip him something to calm him down, or perhaps even force him to a doctor. This was getting a little absurd.

D went back to sipping his tea, but continued to carefully observe the human across from him. Leon was clenching his fists and clearing his throat, like he did when he became angry. The detective thought that D didn't notice these little mannerisms, but he did. He noticed everything that went on his shop. Everything, that is, except for whatever was bothering his guest. D took a long breath when he realized that he was beginning to get tense as well.

Now Leon was biting his lip and shooting nervous glances at D when he thought the Chinese man wasn't looking. D watched him discreetly, trying to analyze what on Earth could be bothering him for all this time. But before he had a chance to really puzzle over it, Leon was standing.

D put down his cup and stood too, afraid the man might lose his footing with how wobbly he stood. Leon took a few tentative steps in D's direction but the Count quickly made for the kitchen.

"Detective, I am going to make you something to calm you down no matter how much you protest," D insisted as he walked, but suddenly there was a hand gripping his wrist. He turned and protested, "Detective! What do you think-"

But he was cut off by Leon's lips against his own. He stiffened, panicked, tried to pull away in his surprise and shock, but Leon had him in a vice grip. He tried to fight, but Leon's lips were warm and soft and so very inviting...

Soon he found himself kissing back, leaning into the man who'd cornered him so. He tugged his hands out of Leon's grasp and wound his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He was almost surprised to find himself enjoying this sweet, almost chaste little kiss, but if the murmurs of the animals of the shop for the last few weeks were anything to go on, they'd all been waiting for it.

Leon broke the kiss abruptly and D smirked when he saw the shock and confusion in his eyes. In a moment he'd pushed Leon against a wall, before he could regain his senses and dash from the shop. D pressed his body against Leon and kissed him hungrily. Now that he was thinking about it, he was surprised it had taken Leon this long to make a move. Sure, D had been playing with him from the start, but he never suspected his teasing had affected the detective. Or just how much of his own feelings it really reflected.

He ran his tongue against Leon's lip and found no resistance. The detective tasted like cigarettes, beer, and women, but right now D didn't mind. He knew this was wrong, that his grandfather and father would never approve, but at the moment all he think about was the chest he was pressed against, the hair his fingers were winding themselves in, and the hands that clung to his hips.

Busy as they were, neither heard the chuckle that came from a back corner. T-Chan snuck out of his hiding place and silently slipped through the back door, into the inner sections of the shop. He was greeted with a series of rapid fire questions from the other animals who waited for him there. Pon-Chan had apparently spread the word of his planning.

"Did it work?" They all asked.

"Of course," the totestu said, laughing. "My singing always does the trick."

END

A/n: The more I type that last line, the more I wonder about how often T-Chan does this. And this is certainly the last update...and that's probably a blantant lie. Eventually I'll think of another chapter, most likely. But for now, that's it. Don't hold me to any more chapters.