Disclaimer: I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors or Any of its Characters
AN: I have only read up through the 4th Manga and saw only 2 of the episodes.
Your Heart's Desire By: Nova Starlight/Dannielle Johnson
Leon walked grudgingly through Chinatown towards Count D's pet shop. He carried a box of Godiva chocolates under one arm and a heavy heart in his chest. He did not know why he was doing this but he felt that making peace with D would be beneficial. Well, at least that is what the Chief told him after his chewing his ass out for the umpteenth time about his "unhealthy" obsession with the pet shop cases. The only real difference this time had been that the rant had come with a referral to the precinct psychiatrist.
Thinking back on his session with the shrink he laughed lightly. He guessed that the Chief had wanted to make sure that he wasn't going crazy from work- related stress. His face returned to its earlier somber expression when he reflected upon the outcome of his visit to the shrink's office. The only thing that he left the evaluation with was the shrink's phone number with x's and o's beneath it. Even though he believed it had went well, the Chief decided to bar him from all cases involving the pet shop. Now, he was left with nothing but a reputation in shambles and a phone number he would most likely never use. The biggest cases to come through their precinct usually led back to the unusual pet shop in Chinatown. Suddenly, becoming a private eye was starting to look like a really good idea.
His mind inwardly registered that he had stopped walking and was now standing in front of the pet shop. He sighed deeply and then pushed open the doors. As he entered the main foyer he was greeted by D. "Hello, Detective," he said softly with a small smile. Leon thought to himself how that secretive little smile had once infuriated him beyond compare; now he seemed immune to its effects. "Please have a seat," D continued at Leon's silence. "I'll get everything ready for tea." D turned around and walked into another room. Leon knew he should stop him and tell him that he did not want to stay for tea, but decided against it. It would not hurt to have one last tea with the Count. Besides, his desires had never really seemed to matter much to D or anyone else.
By the time D returned with the tea tray, Leon had seated himself comfortably on the sofa. He had also placed the box of chocolates on the table and fixed the bow which had become loose while he had been carrying it. After D placed the tray on the table he poured Leon a cup adding no sugar or cream, then his own; which he loaded with cream and sugars. Leon noticed as he sipped his tea, just how quite D was being and how his eyes had not even seemed to rest upon the box of chocolates sitting there in plain view. He sat down his teacup and picked up the chocolates. "I brought these for you," he said softly as he held the box out towards D.
"Thank you very much, Detective!" D exclaimed with his usual sweet induced enthusiasm. D looked at the box thoughtfully. This was a very expensive box of chocolates, much more than the detective usually spent on the sweets he brought. He also noticed as he opened the box and ate on the delectable chocolates, that Leon was wearing a simple cream-colored suit. This was also very out of the ordinary for the detective. His curiosity was definitely piqued. He had to wonder what this visit was really about. However, Leon's actions and behaviorisms were giving nothing away about his real intentions. "So, Detective," he began. "Why are you all dressed up today?"
Leon smiled and replied, "We're required to wear suits on two days a week. I can't believe you've never seen me in a suit before." Then he casually took another sip of his tea. "I guess it is good that you got to see me in a suit today," he continued. "I guess it shows that I clean up pretty nicely." D was becoming frustrated with himself and Leon. This was a surprise to the normally calm and collected D. He could not remember the last time anything had frustrated him. Why was normally loud and brass Leon Orcot being so damn calm? Why was he just sitting there sipping tea conversing with someone he had repeatedly professed an intense dislike for?
Finally, D broke the silence and asked, "Why are you here, Detective?"
Leon froze mid motion of raising the teacup to his lips. "I came here because the Chief removed me from all cases regarding your pet shop," he replied.
"At your request?" asked D, with a hopeful not in his voice.
"Are you kidding me?" he replied incredulously. "He yanked me because he believed I was a little too zealous about putting you behind bars. I just came here to let you know that you have won and you will not have to worry about me darkening your doorway ever again." His comments left with D with mixed feelings. He had wanted the police to stop hounding his pet shop and he guessed from Leon's sour attitude that was what could be expected now that Leon had been removed from the cases. So, why did he feel a nagging feeling within him that this had not been what he truly wanted? And why had it mattered to him if Leon had requested the removal?
"I'm sorry to hear that," he whispered unthinkingly.
"Don't patronize me Count," Leon snapped. "I'll just be on my way now." As he stood he commented, "Thanks for the tea," and then turned to leave. D watched him leave with an increasing pressure in his chest. He mused inwardly on why he felt an emotion closely resembling sadness building within him.
"I think you know why you feel that way," commented a voice from the darkened hallway.
"I do not have the faintest idea what you are talking about Grandfather," D replied quickly.
"Uh, huh," Sofu D commented with a knowing nod. "Just remember than anything between the two of you is expressly forbidden. Then again, if the detective keeps his promise I may not have anything to worry about."
"You would not have anything to worry about anyway," D protested, but was amazed himself at how weak it sounded.
"Right!" pepped up Tet-chan as he emerged from underneath the couch. "The detective doesn't give a damn about you. You're lower than dirt to him because he thinks of you as murderer, just like he did me." Without even realizing that he was doing it he glared at Tet-chan venomously. Greeted with D's anger he decided it best to slip back under the couch where he had been hiding before. Sofu D observed the scene with a sigh. He could only hope that his grandson remained oblivious to his feelings and that Leon Orcot never returned.
. . .
Throughout the next few weeks, both D and Leon had to get accustomed to new routines. It took D about a week to stop putting out tea for two. Leon's ride home from work became longer, because he kept catching himself heading for the pet shop and would have to turn around and head in the other direction.
Leon's new cases kept him busy, but had a hard time keeping his interests. His life and job just seemed to be lacking the intrigue they contained just weeks before. While having lunch with Jill one day he decided to discuss his newfound boredom and loneliness.
"The easy solution is for you to find yourself a girlfriend," Jill told him.
Leon groaned and said, "All that dating to establish a relationship that won't last a month, No Thanks."
Jill laughed and smiled coyly. She wondered to herself if Leon even realized, at least somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, that he missed D. "Well, there is one other solution," she continued.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Get a pet," she replied. She gauged his response and saw that he was struck still by her words. It took him a few moments to recompose himself and then he quietly resumed eating his sandwich. "You know that might not be such a bad idea," he said with a small smile.
To Be Continued. . .
Author's Notes: This is my first ever PSOH Fan Fiction so I hope everyone likes it.
AN: I have only read up through the 4th Manga and saw only 2 of the episodes.
Your Heart's Desire By: Nova Starlight/Dannielle Johnson
Leon walked grudgingly through Chinatown towards Count D's pet shop. He carried a box of Godiva chocolates under one arm and a heavy heart in his chest. He did not know why he was doing this but he felt that making peace with D would be beneficial. Well, at least that is what the Chief told him after his chewing his ass out for the umpteenth time about his "unhealthy" obsession with the pet shop cases. The only real difference this time had been that the rant had come with a referral to the precinct psychiatrist.
Thinking back on his session with the shrink he laughed lightly. He guessed that the Chief had wanted to make sure that he wasn't going crazy from work- related stress. His face returned to its earlier somber expression when he reflected upon the outcome of his visit to the shrink's office. The only thing that he left the evaluation with was the shrink's phone number with x's and o's beneath it. Even though he believed it had went well, the Chief decided to bar him from all cases involving the pet shop. Now, he was left with nothing but a reputation in shambles and a phone number he would most likely never use. The biggest cases to come through their precinct usually led back to the unusual pet shop in Chinatown. Suddenly, becoming a private eye was starting to look like a really good idea.
His mind inwardly registered that he had stopped walking and was now standing in front of the pet shop. He sighed deeply and then pushed open the doors. As he entered the main foyer he was greeted by D. "Hello, Detective," he said softly with a small smile. Leon thought to himself how that secretive little smile had once infuriated him beyond compare; now he seemed immune to its effects. "Please have a seat," D continued at Leon's silence. "I'll get everything ready for tea." D turned around and walked into another room. Leon knew he should stop him and tell him that he did not want to stay for tea, but decided against it. It would not hurt to have one last tea with the Count. Besides, his desires had never really seemed to matter much to D or anyone else.
By the time D returned with the tea tray, Leon had seated himself comfortably on the sofa. He had also placed the box of chocolates on the table and fixed the bow which had become loose while he had been carrying it. After D placed the tray on the table he poured Leon a cup adding no sugar or cream, then his own; which he loaded with cream and sugars. Leon noticed as he sipped his tea, just how quite D was being and how his eyes had not even seemed to rest upon the box of chocolates sitting there in plain view. He sat down his teacup and picked up the chocolates. "I brought these for you," he said softly as he held the box out towards D.
"Thank you very much, Detective!" D exclaimed with his usual sweet induced enthusiasm. D looked at the box thoughtfully. This was a very expensive box of chocolates, much more than the detective usually spent on the sweets he brought. He also noticed as he opened the box and ate on the delectable chocolates, that Leon was wearing a simple cream-colored suit. This was also very out of the ordinary for the detective. His curiosity was definitely piqued. He had to wonder what this visit was really about. However, Leon's actions and behaviorisms were giving nothing away about his real intentions. "So, Detective," he began. "Why are you all dressed up today?"
Leon smiled and replied, "We're required to wear suits on two days a week. I can't believe you've never seen me in a suit before." Then he casually took another sip of his tea. "I guess it is good that you got to see me in a suit today," he continued. "I guess it shows that I clean up pretty nicely." D was becoming frustrated with himself and Leon. This was a surprise to the normally calm and collected D. He could not remember the last time anything had frustrated him. Why was normally loud and brass Leon Orcot being so damn calm? Why was he just sitting there sipping tea conversing with someone he had repeatedly professed an intense dislike for?
Finally, D broke the silence and asked, "Why are you here, Detective?"
Leon froze mid motion of raising the teacup to his lips. "I came here because the Chief removed me from all cases regarding your pet shop," he replied.
"At your request?" asked D, with a hopeful not in his voice.
"Are you kidding me?" he replied incredulously. "He yanked me because he believed I was a little too zealous about putting you behind bars. I just came here to let you know that you have won and you will not have to worry about me darkening your doorway ever again." His comments left with D with mixed feelings. He had wanted the police to stop hounding his pet shop and he guessed from Leon's sour attitude that was what could be expected now that Leon had been removed from the cases. So, why did he feel a nagging feeling within him that this had not been what he truly wanted? And why had it mattered to him if Leon had requested the removal?
"I'm sorry to hear that," he whispered unthinkingly.
"Don't patronize me Count," Leon snapped. "I'll just be on my way now." As he stood he commented, "Thanks for the tea," and then turned to leave. D watched him leave with an increasing pressure in his chest. He mused inwardly on why he felt an emotion closely resembling sadness building within him.
"I think you know why you feel that way," commented a voice from the darkened hallway.
"I do not have the faintest idea what you are talking about Grandfather," D replied quickly.
"Uh, huh," Sofu D commented with a knowing nod. "Just remember than anything between the two of you is expressly forbidden. Then again, if the detective keeps his promise I may not have anything to worry about."
"You would not have anything to worry about anyway," D protested, but was amazed himself at how weak it sounded.
"Right!" pepped up Tet-chan as he emerged from underneath the couch. "The detective doesn't give a damn about you. You're lower than dirt to him because he thinks of you as murderer, just like he did me." Without even realizing that he was doing it he glared at Tet-chan venomously. Greeted with D's anger he decided it best to slip back under the couch where he had been hiding before. Sofu D observed the scene with a sigh. He could only hope that his grandson remained oblivious to his feelings and that Leon Orcot never returned.
. . .
Throughout the next few weeks, both D and Leon had to get accustomed to new routines. It took D about a week to stop putting out tea for two. Leon's ride home from work became longer, because he kept catching himself heading for the pet shop and would have to turn around and head in the other direction.
Leon's new cases kept him busy, but had a hard time keeping his interests. His life and job just seemed to be lacking the intrigue they contained just weeks before. While having lunch with Jill one day he decided to discuss his newfound boredom and loneliness.
"The easy solution is for you to find yourself a girlfriend," Jill told him.
Leon groaned and said, "All that dating to establish a relationship that won't last a month, No Thanks."
Jill laughed and smiled coyly. She wondered to herself if Leon even realized, at least somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, that he missed D. "Well, there is one other solution," she continued.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Get a pet," she replied. She gauged his response and saw that he was struck still by her words. It took him a few moments to recompose himself and then he quietly resumed eating his sandwich. "You know that might not be such a bad idea," he said with a small smile.
To Be Continued. . .
Author's Notes: This is my first ever PSOH Fan Fiction so I hope everyone likes it.