Title: Flight
Author: Neko-chan
Pairing: D/Leon ( miniscule hints of, anyway)
Rating: PG
Summary: While Leon lies in the hospital, on the verge of waking, he dreams.
Notes: Um. Wow. Really long hiatus from writing. (On anyway. :hugs writing livejournal:) Anyway, I'm somewhat back—and this time with PetShop of Horrors ficlet. Very short, very straight to the point. :D
-post/during manga volume 10

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It's dark.

Black clouds waft in and out of sight, reaching towards him, twining and twisting and curling 'round his legs. The tendrils of darkness are cold, and he tries to avoid their touch. But they're everywhere, and it's getting colder.

"Where are you, D!" he yells, glaring angrily at the nothingness that surrounds him. There is no reply, but Leon can still feel a pair of eyes watching him. Waiting. It angers him. "Where the fuck are you, D! I know that you're there! Stop hiding, or I'll fucking come in after you!"

There is no reply.

But, then again, Leon didn't really expect one.

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It's cold.

Leon wanders through the dark clouds, huddled within himself to keep the dank chill away. One of the cloud tendrils travels up his leg to brush against his arm. It touches his bare skin and leaves a gentle kiss before fading away. The area that it had caressed grows numb, and Leon looses all feeling in his arm.

And yet—still—he forges on.

He won't let the Count beat him. Not now. Not ever.

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The Count smiles at him, and slightly inclines his head. "So it appears that you have found me, my dear detective," he says, the slight smile that he always has playing about his lips. "Tell me, now that you have found me, what do you plan on doing with me?"

The glare returns. "What do you expect me to say?"

D blinks, surprised and caught off guard. "Do you mean to tell me that you aren't going to threaten to put me in jail?" Leon's sullen silence is answer enough. D's lips purse slightly, and he taps them in idle thought as he stares at the American detective, speculation rampant in his gaze. "If you did not come here to accuse—as you have so often done so in the past—then tell me, dear detective. Why are you here?"

All of the angry words—the retorts, the accusations, the heated insults—all fade away beneath that calm and accessing gaze. Leon's scowl softens and he stares at the count in something that was so similar to helplessness that D shivers slightly.

"You shoved me away," Leon simply states.

The smile returns once again to grace Count D's lips. "Ahhh, my dear detective. But you flew, didn't you?"

Owari

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