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Disclaimer: I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Desecration
- 2-Despot
- 3-Damask
- 4-Definition
- 5-Damsel
- 6-Dearth
- 7-Dirigere
- 8-Disturbance
- 9-Decadence
- 10-Disease
- 11-Draht
- 12-Darkness
- 13-Dva
- 14-Daguerreotype
- 15-Draconigenae
- 16-Deification
- 17-Deviant
- 18-Doyoubi
- 13
- 14
- 15
Disclaimer: I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors and I am making no money from this or any other fan related work.

Warnings: disregard vol. 10.

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-Interlude-

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"Daguerreotype"

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It was never when
things were going well that D thought of his doubts. Never in the light of day
with customers thronging in the door. Never when he fenced wits, as it were,
with the determinedly suspicious Detective. Not even when he discovered yet
another mess his father had left lying around that he was forced to clean up.
No...

The times when the
doubts beat at his mind were the times when his body seized up with pain and he
couldn't breathe. When he looked around him and saw just one human that was
perhaps not completely deserving of death- like the determined Ari and her
fierce care of the tiny Leiella. When he lay in the dark, a warm body lying next
to him, and when that body reached over to him with hands that were just as warm
and touched him in a way that made the world disappear. And there were times
when he would see the damage wrought by the "help" his kind had given... These
were the times when he wondered why...

Why had he been
reborn to this world?

He remembered... shadows of things he had seen in lives he had lived before. He remembered important things, like the animals who had disappeared from the face of the world.
He remembered... but what he remembered was soft and hazy; like a dream, or like something separated from now by long decades, which was what it
was. He remembered that there was much he had forgotten.

D knew that even he didn't know the full reaches of the past, the origins of his kind, of his line- the origins of what had spawned the hate that had
bound first one, and now three, souls to never-ending vigilance. He remembered Grandfather telling him the story, and he remembered the
way it resonated in him, but he had always known that it wasn't the
entire story.

He never used to think about these
things. Not before... Not before Leon. But as much as his father would
lay full blame there, D knew it was himself. There was something about
him that was... different. By whatever process Grandfather had sustained
their revenge, he knew something had failed in him. It wasn't just the
weakness in his body- something in his soul had... changed.

There were
animals who reproduced through certain means that allowed them to create
offspring that were, in essence, exact copies of themselves; younger, stronger,
multiple versions that were able to go forth and complete whatever work the
parent had begun. These beings, creating exact replicas of themselves to
thrust into the world and continue the business of living, could not imagine any
other way of existing. Similarly, there were things, such as photographs, that
could be reproduced so precisely that there was no deviation in their make up; no way at
all to tell which was the original and which was the reproduction.

D thought, as he touched Leon's hair in the darkness, that he was not one
of those things. Perhaps it had begun that way... Perhaps the
appearance of things was that it was still that way. But D knew, had known
for awhile, that he had drifted far from the fold in more ways than one.
What he remembered, from the hazy dream of the memories of lives before,
was that the world had, essentially, remained the same. Humans continued in their abuse of the natural
world and he continued in his... correction. But what changed?
Faces... Other specifics. The truth of the world? Never.

Then why did he feel that it had? That everything had
changed? Leon was warm against him- he smelled like life. D thought
he understood himself now, and how that fit with what he was supposed to
be. But still... There was the nagging feeling that he was still...
wrong somehow, that there was some piece that had not yet fallen into
place. Talking with Ramla had helped, but he still wanted,
more than anything, to talk to his Grandfather. Grandfather was like the
sun in his universe; the source of all that engendered life. He
would not feel... complete until he could have everything out with Grandfather
face to face.

But maybe the time for that kind of reliance upon someone
else- anyone else- was passing. Pon-chan scoffed at his need to get
approval from Grandfather. The other animals all seemed to have faith in
him as well, and it was this that truly gave him faith. The animals
accepted him, and by that he justified himself and all his actions. They
recognized the power they had granted him to be over them, and so he continued
in his work confident in that at least.

But... rather than just directing the animals, he started
to listen to them. He listened... and he learned. He learned that
humans were not just one race. They were each different; each capable of
harshness and gentleness, some more of one than the other. He learned that, for
all the damage they had caused, this thing his line had hated, this thing they
had observed with calculating eyes, this thing they called humanity was
something that could be loved. And in being loved, he found that it had wrought
more change
upon him... Change that the exactness of his knowledge and history turned away
from. But, as he had been recently reminded, change was the pure essence of
life; and as he now discovered, this love thing had hold of him and it would not
let go.

With love came other emotions... things he remembered
saying did not exist in his world- guilt being foremost among them. There
had always been sorrow in him for what Leon had suffered, but the knowledge that
he had been singled out for that attention because of D's actions made D's heart
ache. He had acknowledged his deep need for Leon's presence in his life,
but D knew there was still something in their relationship that was in need of
further change. But that was good, he was discovering. To change, adapt,
was something humans and animals we both good at. It was necessary for
survival. He wondered why he had not seen that before. For the most
part he was still reactionary, responding to what the world
threw at him, but he was starting to see... Starting to see what his father
perhaps had been thinking. Starting to understand the idea of acting first... of
choosing a path rather than letting that path choose him. It was something he'd
been advised on, but it took awhile before he truly understood.

Rather than reproducing themselves exactly, some creatures
embraced the concept of change. Change kept them strong- the
need to compete to ensure the continuation of their genes allowed that only the
most exceptional of creatures in the line was allowed to reproduce. This
prevented the sort of exactness achieved by creatures who controlled their genes
more precisely, but, after all, in essence, life was change.

Change was good. The burning of a forest allowed new
growth as the ashes fed the plants that could see the sun now that the canopy
had been burned away. Out of death came creation. Out of change, chaos, destruction... life.

The chime of the doorbell summoned him, but in the dimness
of the bedroom D let his fingers trail one more time over Leon's face. He bent
down and brushed his lips to the man's temple. Leon murmured sleepily in
reply and D smiled as he slipped from the room.

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