Duct Tape Melody?
Title: Duct tape melody?
Author: Crazy_ladi
Rating: Uhm...PG-13?
Characters: Leon/D
Word Count: 564
Notes: Idea thanks to
stress100 comment on Chocolatier.
Summary: A continuation to Chocolatier, kinda. >:D ( And Yes, the voice in Leon's head will probably show up in anyother story I do with Him after this. I have the barest hint of an idea of what to do. :D )
Leon slowly opened his eyes. "Hnnn....What the hell?"
A single light was swaying gently above him. "...the fuck?" Leon straightened his neck from the fallen-back position it had been in. The room around him was dark. Leon groaned slightly and tried to put his hand to his head. The key word being TRIED. He couldn't move his arms. Leon looked down at his arms. They were covered in silver. "The HELL?!" Leon looked around but couldn't see past the ring of light around him. Okay calm DOWN Leon! Leon though to himself. Think, where WERE you before this? "I had gone to Count D's pet shop..." Good. What next...? "...I had tea, per usual...Do you think I'm going crazy if I'm talking to myself?" ...Probably, anyways. Do you remember anything AFTER the tea? "...No. Hm, well at least I sound rational even if I'm insane." A familiar chuckle came from the darkness. "What the-? D?! Is that you? You bastard! You drugged my tea didn't you?!"
Count D stepped into the light, wearing his normal cheongsam. He was smiling. Leon raised an eyebrow. "And Here I though you'd be wearing all black or something..."
D's smile widen just a little bit.
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"what do you want D?" Leon asked irritated at the silence.
"Oh...it's nothing much..."
"Oh nothing much, just 'nothing much' enough to drug me?!"
"Precisely." SmilesmileSMILE.
Leon dropped his head down to his chest grinding hi s teeth. "D," he said quietly. "Either tell me what you want or un....un-duct tape me."
D was practically beaming. Leon wondered if he should start to worry.
"I want you to make me some more of those delicious sweets."
Cue classic Anime fall.
"THE HELL?!?!"
D blinked. "What's wrong?"
Leon just shook his head in disbelief. "Seriously D, I wonder if your even sane sometimes."
"So says the person who was talking to himself." D said casually. "So Are you?"
Leon put his head to one side as if seriously thinking about it. "Well, even if i had my hands free, so I COULD actually make some...I'd have to say..."
D leaned in closer, anxiously awaiting Leon's answer.
"...Hell No."
D made a pouty face. "but why not?"
Leon said nothing.
D frowned. "Why not?" he pressed more seriously.
Leon ground his teeth together. "look. I don't cook unless I have to."
"Like for office parties and so on?"
"Hell no! No one at the Precinct even knows i can cook!" Leon realized he had made a very big mistake here. D was smiling like a cat in the cream. "Oh you don't say?"
SHIT!
"Well then, Detective, let me rephrase my request." D leaned down til his lips were barely touching leon's ear, " Will you make me sweets or should I tell Jill that you can cook?" D's voice was predatory. Leon swallowed convulsively feeling the hot breathe against his ear the heat heading straight to his groin. Well Fuck.His inner voice had put the question into perspective for him. No think old women! The chief! Naked! Whew. Leon nearly sighed in relief as he felt himself relax.
"Whatever you say D." Leon replied quite mildly. D frowned but when he straightened he was smiling. "Oh good, then you will make me sweets and i will tell Jill you can cook." D glided swiftly out of the light.
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"GODDAMMIT."
Quite.