Petshop Of Horrors, fic: Developments chpt 9 PART 11
Title: Developments
Author: stress100
Genre: Mystery/Suspense/Humor
Characters: Leon Orcot, D, T-Chan, Q-Chan, Ten-Chan
Rating: NC-17 (For Leon being awake)
SUMMARY: Murder victims are showing signs that a serial killer is in the city. The victims have three days to live from the time they're abducted by their killer. This turns the case into a race against time, because there could be a chance that a life may be hanging by a thread--right now. If that weren't bad enough, Leon's instincts are sending him messages that are driving him to a point he may not be able to handle...by himself. A lot of new things about the dear detective come to light to a special few.
Phantom and Angel
PART 11
“A DEATH wish!?” D stood up ramrod straight, hands on his hips and flung the ends of his hair from his head when he suddenly turned to look at Leon’s face as if he insisted on an explanation from the detective even if he was unconscious. “Why, that’s nothing short of completely absurd! Whatever gives him a reason to accuse me of having a death wish?”
T-Chan reached up to retrieve the silk night bottoms, and start working them onto Leon’s legs. ”Oh, just a few, silly little things he listed, like…letting nearly anybody into the very place where you live and sleep, not owning a gun, using self defense for a city-destroying dragon but not for yourself, not having any sort of security system or at least training the monkey to dial 911…”
D gave him a scathing look and started to help get the lower half of the pajamas onto Leon. “I believe I’m starting to get the idea.”
T-Chan released a snort of mock contempt before getting a little revenge for earlier. “Definitely contaminated…”
D, seeming to have a smirk for all occasions, awarded T-Chan one of amused respect. “Well, I have had a considerably longer period of exposure.”
T-Chan almost sneered, but there was a strange twinge in D’s voice, and he remembered the marred skin of Leon's torso before D had covered it in black silk. It led him to wonder if the odd note in the usually unshakable voice was related. “You almost didn’t, though.”
D seemed to give T-Chan his full, undivided attention at that moment.
T-Chan’s eyes traveled up to the sleeping detective’s face and then drifted down where black silk covered small craters of dark pink. “He doesn’t move like someone who’s been injured so recently the way he was.” His eyes met D’s again. “The stories the others told me almost didn’t register as fully real-until now.” There almost seemed to be a timber of respect in the youngster’s words.
The words themselves seemed to touch something within D that he’d been unsettled by more and more frequently now. “Karma, perhaps…” he suggested with a hint of irony. He gracefully slipped past T-chan to pull the covers up over Leon. The next moment, he found himself frozen with his mouth slightly gaping when T-Chan literally dove over Leon to the other side of him and sheathed himself under the bedding.
“Somebody needs t’keep an eye on this bonehead-in case he wakes up and decides t’try and go snooping around the place, “ T-Chan announced with head propped on one fist.
D immediately regained his composure and raised one brow. “Hmmm. I suppose you have a point, T-Chan.”