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Title: Protection
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nanthimus
Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Pairing: Somewhat implied Count D/Leon
Rating: G
Notes: This is one of the October Live Long and Marry fics for Misura.
Leon woke up quickly, body immediately tense. Sitting up, he reached for his gun even as he took in his surroundings, eyes sharp as he looked for any possible threat. A motion near his left drew his attention and he raised his gun, pointing it directly at - Count D?
“Detective,” Count D said, ignoring the fact that a gun was trained on him. “I hope you’re feeling better.”
“D?” A sudden pain ripped through his head and Leon gasped, dropping his gun and gripping his head. “What the fuck happened?” he asked. A hand pressed against his forehead, painfully, wonderfully cool, and Leon moaned deep in his throat.
“You were attacked,” D said, mismatched eyes intent on Leon. “Just outside this shop, in fact.”
“I knew one of your damned animals would get me eventually,” Leon muttered.
“It wasn’t one of my animals,” D said patiently, though his eyes narrowed in apparent humor. “It was a human, a thief.”
Leon looked up at him sharply, even as his head pounded. “A thief?” He made to get up. “I need to find out who it was. Did you see his face?”
“Calm down.” D pushed Leon back against the plush pillows. “He didn’t get away.”
“He was arrested?”
“He was dealt with,” D amended but before Leon could demand an explanation, he continued. “You suffered a traumatic head injury, Detective. You should rest.”
Leon didn’t argue, though he glared blearily at D. “You’re not going to let any of your freaky animals in here with me, are you?” he asked, though he was already having trouble keeping his eyes open.
D sighed. “I won’t,” he said, standing. “Rest, Detective. You’re perfectly safe here.”
Leon was already asleep, cheek pressed against the pillow, chest raising and falling as he breathed. D stroked one long-nailed finger across his cheek before moving away, closing the door softly as he left.
***
D sat down on the chaise, fingers laced together as he watched Tetsu, who lounged in the middle of the floor, licking his paws. “You certainly benefited from our Detective’s attack, didn’t you,” he murmured, before reaching down and stroking the totetsu’s head, eyes darkening.
My apologies, Mr. Thief, he thought. You picked the wrong victim today, I’m afraid.
Author:
nanthimusFandom: Petshop of Horrors
Pairing: Somewhat implied Count D/Leon
Rating: G
Notes: This is one of the October Live Long and Marry fics for Misura.
Leon woke up quickly, body immediately tense. Sitting up, he reached for his gun even as he took in his surroundings, eyes sharp as he looked for any possible threat. A motion near his left drew his attention and he raised his gun, pointing it directly at - Count D?
“Detective,” Count D said, ignoring the fact that a gun was trained on him. “I hope you’re feeling better.”
“D?” A sudden pain ripped through his head and Leon gasped, dropping his gun and gripping his head. “What the fuck happened?” he asked. A hand pressed against his forehead, painfully, wonderfully cool, and Leon moaned deep in his throat.
“You were attacked,” D said, mismatched eyes intent on Leon. “Just outside this shop, in fact.”
“I knew one of your damned animals would get me eventually,” Leon muttered.
“It wasn’t one of my animals,” D said patiently, though his eyes narrowed in apparent humor. “It was a human, a thief.”
Leon looked up at him sharply, even as his head pounded. “A thief?” He made to get up. “I need to find out who it was. Did you see his face?”
“Calm down.” D pushed Leon back against the plush pillows. “He didn’t get away.”
“He was arrested?”
“He was dealt with,” D amended but before Leon could demand an explanation, he continued. “You suffered a traumatic head injury, Detective. You should rest.”
Leon didn’t argue, though he glared blearily at D. “You’re not going to let any of your freaky animals in here with me, are you?” he asked, though he was already having trouble keeping his eyes open.
D sighed. “I won’t,” he said, standing. “Rest, Detective. You’re perfectly safe here.”
Leon was already asleep, cheek pressed against the pillow, chest raising and falling as he breathed. D stroked one long-nailed finger across his cheek before moving away, closing the door softly as he left.
***
D sat down on the chaise, fingers laced together as he watched Tetsu, who lounged in the middle of the floor, licking his paws. “You certainly benefited from our Detective’s attack, didn’t you,” he murmured, before reaching down and stroking the totetsu’s head, eyes darkening.
My apologies, Mr. Thief, he thought. You picked the wrong victim today, I’m afraid.