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Define Arc	By : BlackberryPatch Category: +M to R > Pet Shop of Horrors Views: 8525 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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
- 3
- 4
- 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Pet Shop of Horrors and I am making no money from this or any other fan related work.

Warnings: language, yaoi/lemon.

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"Definition"

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"Hello Detective."

Leon turned around and glared at D. "What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded, forgetting, for a moment, exactly where he was.

The Count raised an eyebrow. "Detective," he said mildly, "this is a bakery. Why does anyone visit such an establishment?"

Leon could only grumble and turn away, growling something dire against Jill's sweet tooth and her need to send him running after her fix instead of coming herself. Plus the fact that the chief had caught him on his way out the door and added to the order; looking at the list in his hand Leon was sure he was buying sweets for the entire force. He swore again, just for good measure, moving forward with the line, trying to ignore the man behind him. Dealing with D was not something he was in the mood for... especially considering he had no idea how to approach the Count anymore. He felt strange whenever he was in D's presence; he wasn't sure how to act, and he wasn't sure what to expect from the small Chinese man, particularly after last week's cross-country horse chase and the following rose garden escapade.

"Alright! Everybody get down!!" Leon's attention was pulled from his thoughts and drawn immediately to the two men who had just entered the shop, masks over their faces and guns drawn. The customers waiting in line cried out in fear and shrank away from the newcomers, many of them falling to their knees as the thieves gestured violently for the people to get down. "Open that register!" The leader of the pair waved his gun at the young woman behind the counter who could only stare at him, wide-eyed. "Open it now," he demanded again, shoving the gun in her face. She muffled an exclamation of fear with her hand and began to empty the register as the other masked man directed his gun at the cowering customers.

His eyes narrowed intently, Leon took in the situation. Reaching a hand into his jacket he loosened his gun in its holster. He glanced between the pair as he stood slowly. "Freeze, LAPD," he barked out, leveling his gun at the leader.

Time seemed to slow. From the corner of his eye, Leon could see the second man turn to face him, and he knew the man's gun wasn't far behind. The leader turned briefly, but kept the majority of his attention firmly on the girl behind the register. Taking this in, Leon made a decision. He fired, aimed directly at the leader's right shoulder, then turned to look at the second man only to find a bullet headed directly at his eye. There wasn't time to dodge, wasn't time to think, not even time to register what he was seeing before it would have buried itself in his head.

Something flew in front of his face. He blinked. The bullet had disappeared from in front of him. He blinked again, registered that he wasn't dead, and swung his gun around to bring it to bear on the second man. The leader had fallen to the floor, holding his bleeding shoulder; the second man's eyes were wide and desperate as he pulled his trigger again. Leon shot him in the leg before dropping to the side in an effort to avoid the shot. His eyes closed; he really didn't think he could avoid the bullet, but
at least it was directed at him and not one of the bystanders. Hopefully the man was too incapacitated to fire again.

Leon heard the sound of the bullet hitting flesh but didn't feel the impact. He looked up. D was standing in front of him, between himself and the thief; he wavered on his feet for a moment before steadying himself. Leon felt his heart stop for a moment. "D?" he said anxiously, standing and grabbing the other man's shoulder. "D?
Shit. Are you alright? Where'd it hit you?" He turned D toward him, worried when there was no response. "D?" he called again, his hand going to the other man's cheek, the Count's oddly colored eyes closed.

"Detective, please relax." D put his hand on Leon's arm as he opened his eyes. He smiled. "I am fine."

Leon stared at him for a long and intent moment before turning his attention to the others in the shop. "Is everyone alright?" He glanced around, but everyone seemed unhurt; only shaken. He glanced at the two criminals. "Call the police," he said to the girl behind the counter, but she looked to be already taking that advice; the phone was to her ear and she nodded at him. The thieves were moaning in pain, but Leon could hear the sound of an ambulance in the distance. He turned back to D. "D, where'd it hit you?"

D brushed him away. "I am fine," he repeated.

Leon frowned. "I heard it hit you. Let me see." He grabbed D's arm and the Count flinched.
Leon faltered for a moment, remembering the last time he'd grabbed D like this.
D had professed that Leon had not been the one at fault in that incident; had he
been lying? But no, the expression that flashed across D's face was one of
physical pain, not remembered. Eyes narrowed, Leon bent his head to examine the
arm; he held D's hand in one of his, his fingers unconsciously brushing soothingly against the smooth inside of D's wrist as he tried to get a good look at the wound in his forearm. It was difficult- his patient was extremely uncooperative.

"Please Detective." D snatched his hand back and Leon looked up in time to see a slight blush on his face before the curtain of dark hair fell around it. "I am fine," he repeated, more demandingly this time, and turned to leave, his arm cradled against his chest.

Leon held up a hand, as if to stop him, but let it drop. A squad car had pulled up in front of the bakery and he turned his attention there. "Where's this kind of response time when it really matters?" he growled at the officers who jumped out of the car, directing his frustration at the unwary.

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"What the flaming hell were you thinking?!" The chief slammed his hands down on his desk and Leon flinched in spite of himself.

"Sir, they were about to shoot innocent civilians," he protested.

"You don't know that! You shot first; if you'd held off, maybe nobody would have needed surgery." The chief leveled a glare at him. "Hell
Orcot. You've been a basket case for weeks, months now." Leon dropped his eyes. The chief leaned forward, trying to catch his eyes. "What does it mean to you, anyway- this job? Why do you do it?"

Leon looked up, surprised. "Sir..." he began, but the chief waved away his answer.

"Ah hell." The chief ran his hands through his hair. "Well Orcot, you managed
to pull the thing off without getting anyone killed so you're only suspended for two weeks without pay for firing your sidearm while off duty and while we figure out the whole mess."

Leon's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Yes sir. Thank you sir." He slipped out of the office before the chief changed his mind.

"Orcot!"

Damn, not quite. Leon poked his head back around the door. "Yes Chief?"

"Write that report before you go, then get the hell out of here. And think about that question I asked."

"Yes sir." Leon dove out the door, headed for his office. He didn't want the chief any more pissed at him, and he was gratified and surprised at how easily he'd gotten off on this- so he would right the report but his mind was already elsewhere.

Elsewhere...

The thief had fired two times. Neither shot had hit Leon or anyone else in the bakery, or, so it seemed, the wall or anything else. They had vanished. Leon remembered how the first shot had disappeared from right in front of his eyes. As if someone had reached up and snatched it out of the air...

He started and jumped up from where he was sitting.

"Leon?"

He jerked his head around to see Jill standing next to him giving his an odd look. "Here," he mumbled, shoving at her the report he
held in one hand before he turned and left.

Jill looked after him shaking her head. Something was decidedly wrong with him� She just hoped he figured it out before something really bad happened. "Like him getting his ass fired," she mumbled to herself, glancing at the report in her hands. He'd finished it... but it looked like a dyslexic six-year-old had written it with his left hand while his attention was focused elsewhere. Rolling her eyes, Jill took the report to her office where she attempted to make it slightly more legible before she gave it to the chief.

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It was late when D finally got back to the pet shop. He sighed in disappointment as he sank into a chair, a horrifying realization settling over him. There was nothing even remotely sugary to eat left anywhere in the shop. In all the excitement, he'd forgotten why he'd gone out this morning... And, he thought as he pulled his hand away from his side with a wince of pain, he wasn't going to be in good enough shape to go anywhere else anytime soon. His hand was covered in blood, but as he probed the wound in his side with the other hand he found that he'd managed to close it over. It would take some time before he was completely healed; skin was easy to heal, if he concentrated, the inner workings of the body more difficult.

He collapsed back in the chair and sighed again. He was hungry... Pon-chan came up to him, worry on her face. T-chan was behind her, growling softly, the smell of blood attracting him, and with T-chan came...
"Count?"

D looked up into Chris' worried eyes. "Chris," he smiled, turning his hand palm down so that the boy couldn't see the blood that covered it; the predominantly red design of his cheongsam easily hid most of the blood on his side. "Don't worry, I am just fine. But if you could perhaps run next door and get something for me to eat?" Chris nodded energetically and set off immediately, T-chan in tow. Pon-chan looked at the Count worriedly.

D sighed again, letting his eyes drift closed. He should go and change and wash his hands before Chris got back, but he was tired. So tired...

He heard a commotion behind him and he forced himself to stir, to put an agreeable expression on his face, masking his pain as he tried to wipe his bloodied hand on the ruined cheongsam. "That was quick," he said pleasantly, turning toward Chris, but the boy came toward him empty handed. D was almost too tired to notice this, and then he looked up to see Leon standing behind his brother, a familiar looking box in his hand.

D's mouth fell open, so great was his surprise. "D... Detective Orcot."
He stuttered, uncharacteristically, but he managed to get out the name; he didn't know what to say after that.

"Here kid, take this in the kitchen will you?" Leon handed the box to Chris and shooed him away. "We'll meet you in there in a couple minutes."

D watched him leaving with the box, a predatory gleam in his eye. "Is that..."

"Yeah it's what you think it is," Leon interrupted, then knelt beside D's chair taking the Count's hands in his own.

"Detective!" D tried to pull his hands away, but Leon ignored him.

He took in the blood on D's hand- he hadn't been able to wipe it all off- and raised his eyes to look angrily at the other man. "You're fine huh? Dammit D..." He trailed off, then stood, pulling D to his feet and then into Leon's arms.

Brushing aside D's protests, Leon carried him to the bedroom; he remembered the way. Setting D on the edge of the bed he went to the bathroom and filled a bowl there with water. Taking a washcloth from the rack he returned to the bedroom to find D sitting where he'd left him, staring after Leon with an odd look in his eyes. Leon knelt beside him and placed the basin on the floor. Rising, his hands went to the closures on D's cheongsam but fell away with a sigh. "D," he growled softly. "Take it off."

D dropped his eyes as he slowly undid the frog catches and let the garment fall open. Leon pushed it away from his skin, easing D to lie back on the bed, and examined the Count's side. He wiped the moistened cloth over the dried blood and D relaxed slightly at the touch of
the warm water. Probing the Count's side, Leon couldn't find the wound that was the source of the blood. There were some places that seemed to be
more tender than others, but...

He looked up at D. Oddly colored eyes seemed to peer into his soul. Leon took D's arm again and gently wiped the blood from his hands and along his arm. Again, on the arm there was no open wound, only an area that seemed more sensitive to pressure.

"Leon," D's voice was soft in his ear as the other man sat up, leaning closer to him. "Leon," he said again, his voice desperate for something. "I..."

"It's okay," Leon said, surprising himself. You don't have to explain or anything. Not about that. You've always been... different." He rose and looked down at the half naked man lying across the bed. "Is that why you did it?" Leon heard himself asking. D's expression was questioning, and slightly wounded as Leon continued, his tone harsh. "Did you do it because you knew it wouldn't hurt you? To what, apologize for that incident with the horse?"

D flinched but looked up, meeting Leon's eyes. "No," he said simply. He stood and went to the wardrobe, dropping the cheongsam from his shoulders and tossing the ruined clothing in a corner; opening the wardrobe, he pulled out another one and put it on, not looking at Leon. Dressed, he paused for a minute, pressing fisted hands to the worn wood of the wardrobe, resting his forehead against it as well.

He felt Leon come up behind him and place his hands along the outside of D's pressed against the wardrobe. D looked up. "Why did you?" Leon said softly in his ear.

"I..." D�s eyes closed and he pressed his forehead against the firm wood again, wishing it could take him into itself. "I don't know," he said finally, with a strange honesty. "I don't know why, but I cannot..." He turned toward Leon and took the detective's face in his hands. "I couldn't not do it. I don't know why." He let his fingers trace over Leon's face. "I don't know why," he repeated, then dropped his hands and looked away, his hair falling across his face like a curtain.

Leon reached a hand up and, taking D's chin, turned the other man's face toward him. Leaning forward, he kissed him slowly and deeply. Breaking off, Leon met D's eyes. "I don't know either," he said softly. They looked at each other for awhile. "So," Leon said hesitantly, "what does this mean?"

D placed his hands on Leon's chest, feeling the warm beating of his heart. "It means..." D hesitated, seeming to have used up his allotment of frankness for the time being. "Chris is waiting."

Leon held his gaze for a moment longer. "I guess he is," he said, moving away. He paused a moment then went out into the hallway, down to the kitchen.

D closed his eyes and sighed before following Leon out into the hallway. In the kitchen, Chris had opened the box Leon had brought and D had to pause for a minute as the delicious aroma of some of his favorite confections, from the bakery of this morning's adventure, filled the air. He opened his eyes to find Leon looking at him, a half smile pulling at his lips. "Detective," he said smoothly as he took a seat at the table, "that smells wonderful. Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

"Yeah well, I figured your morning routine got interrupted, and I figured it was probably mostly my fault, so I thought I'd pick some things up for you." Leon took the tea Chris poured for him and sat down too. "The manager had half the stuff made up special when the counter girl told him who I was." He smiled at Chris and picked a piece from the box for himself.

"Your fault?" D paused and looked over at Leon.

"Chief says that 'cause I fired first I probably instigated the whole thing." He sipped nonchalantly at his tea.

D frowned. "Detective, those men were intent on causing harm. You stopped them. Is that not your job?"

Leon looked at him in surprise. "Yeah, I guess it is." He glanced down into his cup, slightly embarrassed. "I'm not really supposed to shoot people though. 'Specially if they haven't already started shooting at me first."

D glanced down as well, examining the tea Chris had made. The boy had gotten very good at it. "I thought you behaved admirably," he said softly. This earned him another surprised look, but D continued to stare down into his tea. "It is your job, your sworn duty I remember you saying once, to protect others; those unable to protect themselves against the harms of this world. If this desire to protect is what motivated your actions, then I do not see how they could have been wrong." He looked up then, meeting Leon's eyes.

Leon stared at him. "That's what you do, too," he blurted out. He continued, his eyes fixed on D. "Protect people... Except your people aren't people."

D's eyes widened in surprise. "Yes," he said simply. "Or rather, they are not your people." He returned Leon's stare, amazed at the detective's sudden insight.

"Aren�t you going to eat that Count?"

His attention brought back to the present, D smiled at Chris and proceeded to finish his pastry. And indeed it was delicious... but he couldn't keep his mind from wandering to what Leon had said.

After tea, D rose from the table, ready to see Leon out in the assumption that he would want to leave.

Leon stood as well. He cleared his throat. "I got suspended for two week," he said offhandedly, glancing around, looking anywhere but at D.

D waited a moment, to see if Leon would add to that statement. "So,
you will be staying longer than usual?" he asked quietly.

"Unless you're throwin' me out," Leon returned just as softly.

"No," D barely whispered. Leon stared at him as if hypnotized.

"Are you gonna stay bro? Will you play with me?" Chris took his brother�s hand eagerly.

Leon knelt next to him. "I'd love to kiddo, but first D and I need to talk about a few things, okay?"

"Okay!" Chris smiled at them both before darting off into the pet shop.

Leon and D stood together, watching him go. D reached his hand over and slowly intertwined his fingers with Leon's. Leon closed his fist, trapping D's fingers in between his own.

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In the end, there was very little talking.

They made their way to the bedroom. D shut the door firmly behind him and Leon glanced around the room, amazed to see that it was empty of the animals he'd come to think of as almost an extension of D himself. The Count came up behind him and pressed his palms against Leon's back.

Leon took the bottom of his t-shirt in his hands and lifted the garment over his head to cast it aside. He turned to face D, finding him in the process of undoing the frog clasps of his cheongsam. Leon took his mouth, kissing D slowly, fully, then started down his neck, dropping kisses along all the flesh he could reach. Finished with the last closure, D let the garment fall open as he raised his hands to bury them in Leon's hair, seizing his head, holding him still so that D could kiss him more deeply.

Startled a bit- though he wondered why he should be- by D's aggressiveness, Leon took an unconscious step backwards. D urged him to take another, but as his arm collided jarringly with Leon's side, he winced as the not quite completely healed flesh reminded him of its presence. Seeing his expression, Leon swept him up in his arms and carried him over to the bed. When D would have protested, Leon
kissed him softly to silence him. "Let me," he said softly, and D nodded.

Leon slid the cheongsam off D's shoulders and hung it from one of the bedposts rather than tossing it aside as he had his own clothes. As D lay back, Leon slid the silk pants
D wore down off his hips and laid them aside as well. Breathing in the scent of the other man, Leon slowly kissed his way up the inside of D's leg from the side of his knee all along his thigh while his rough hands marveled in the smoothness of the Count's skin.

When he reached the inside of D's thigh, Leon let his lips drift around, across the top of D's leg, rather than in between. He licked gently at D's navel before he leaned back slightly, pausing to look at the man that lay before him.
He slowly kissed each of the Count's different colored eyes, took his lips again in a full kiss, then let his tongue drag heavily over one of D's nipples, the small nub of flesh hardening and causing its owner to gasp as Leon blew softly over the moistened flesh. He let his tongue slide over it again before he took it between his teeth and rolled it gently. D's hands were already in his hair, clinging desperately; he moaned as pleasure mingled with delicious pain.

Leon made sure to give the other nipple the same treatment before his attention drifted south again. His hands drifted lightly over the satiny skin of D's abdomen; he absentmindedly traced the path of the cut that had been there before- though there was no sign of it now, not even a scar. And finally he glanced down and let his eyes take in the flesh that, straining and eager for his touch, arched up between D's legs. Grinning, Leon lowered his head until he took D's cock in his mouth. D groaned in pleasure. "Mmm, Leon," he murmured, his hands gently massaging Leon's scalp as they refused to release his hair.

Taking it in, Leon let D's cock slide out of his mouth till only the tip remained; he circled the flesh with his tongue. D moaned softly, his hips thrusting up against the touch of Leon's mouth as the man's tongue darted over his flesh. He was hard and eager; it felt like it had been forever since Leon had touched him, and in a sudden passionate avowal he affirmed that he would not give this up. Leon's hands on his skin, Leon's mouth on his cock... "Leon," D moaned, his hands twining desperately in Leon's hair as he tried to covey the intensity of what he felt. An intensity he couldn't remember feeling before, ever. He gasped as his back arched, his hips thrusting up, wanting more, fighting the restrictive hand Leon placed on his hip, holding him down.

Leon grinned to himself; D's eagerness was... gratifying. While he'd had sex before, Leon had never had a partner that made him feel so... desired. He responded to the feeling by returning it- he'd never slept with anyone so amazing as D either. He swallowed D, taking his cock entirely into his mouth, and hummed softly. The vibrations this produced sent the slender man over the edge. Throwing his head back, D cried out, his hips thrusting upwards one last time as he spilled himself down Leon's throat. Leon swallowed reflexively; the constriction of the muscles around his overly sensitive flesh pulled another wild cry from D before he lay back bonelessly on the bed, breathing heavily. Leon lay alongside him, his eyes taking in D's slender body- his skin flushed darkly, lips parted slightly, and his eyes half-lidded as they watched Leon.

D raised a hand and let his long fingers trace over Leon's face. Leon leaned into the touch; turning his head, he let D's forefinger slide in between his lips. He traced the edge of D's long nail with his tongue before taking the finger between his teeth and kneading it gently. D moaned as he felt his body respond, desire already coursing through him again. Leon placed a hand questioningly on D's side, silently asking if his wound was bothering him. Though he noted Leon's concern, D ignored him and the slight wince of pain in his side as he rolled over and pinned Leon to the bed beneath him.

Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss, tongues exploring unhastily. Breaking off, D looked down at Leon, one hand trailing nails over his skin, sketching a path down across the detective's chest and stomach to wrap fingers around Leon's cock, which twitched impatiently between his legs. Leon moaned encouragingly; he lay back on the bed, his skin glowing golden against the dark sheets, as D straddled him and stroked his cock, looking down at him through his oddly colored eyes. Leon lifted his left hand and raised it to wonderingly to D's face. With his thumb he brushed closed D's right eye, so that only the purple one gazed down on him. He repeated the gesture with the other eye- leaving the golden one open- as D looked down at him, amused. "Well?" he questioned softly. "Do you have a preference?"

Leon shook his head. "No. I like 'em both," he murmured. "If they were any different, you wouldn't be you," he concluded succinctly. D smiled, his eyes glinting as he leaned forward to take a small bottle of oil from the table beside the bed. Pouring some of it into his hand, his slicked it over Leon's cock. Murmuring wordless appreciation, Leon pulled D closer to him. Covering his fingers with some of the oil, he reached up between D's legs to his opening; inserting the fingers slowly he prepared D's body to accept him as D moved back against his fingers with a small moan as they touched against that place inside him.

When he was ready, D pushed Leon's hand away and slid backwards until he felt Leon's cock pressed up against him. Slowly, he eased himself back, allowing the stiff flesh to enter him. When they were joined, they paused for a minute, looking at each other, and then D pulled away slightly before settling himself back against Leon with a deep groan of bliss as he angled the thrust perfectly so that Leon rammed into his pleasure spot.

Leon moaned in response, his hands coming up to touch D's arms, his chest, anywhere, wanting more contact. He felt D start to move in a rhythm against him and he let one hand fall between them to wrap around D's cock, coaxing him to higher ecstasy as D's body tight around Leon's cock brought the detective higher as well. D lowered his head to kiss Leon, his hair falling around his face- around both their faces as they looked at each other and Leon saw the desire and affection in his own reflected in D's. He leaned up and pressed their lips together, his hand tightening, unconsciously, as it stroked D; this unexpected added pressure made D break off the kiss with a gasp. He gasped again, moaning, his body tensing, as he thrust into Leon's hand on last time, coming over his fingers.

D's body tensed, closing around Leon snug inside him and Leon cried out, his hands gripping at the sheets beneath him, as his climax came as well and he spilled himself deep inside the other man. D
fell against Leon, breathing heavily. He could hear Leon's heart under his ear and he brought one hand up to wrap it lightly around Leon's upper arm, brushing against the skin softly.

Leon just lay still and breathed for a few moments. After that, he eased himself out of D and lay the other man down beside him,
turning toward D and touching his face wonderingly. "You are amazing," he murmured feelingly.

"Oh?" D grinned at him before moving closer against Leon. "You are a remarkable creature yourself," he murmured against Leon's chest.

"D." Leon whispered after a moment.

D sighed, knowing what Leon wanted. "That's the trouble with you humans, you always want to know what something means. Why can't it just be what it is?"

Leon was silent for a moment. "That's not an answer D. That's an evasion. I've done enough interrogation to know that." He paused again. "It doesn�t have to mean anything," he said softly. "I just..." Another pause. "I just want you to know that I think I figured it out. What the chief asked me earlier..." His fingers brushed in a soothing rhythm across D's back. "I know why I do my job," he murmured.

D looked up at him. "Why?" he had to ask.

"Because I couldn't not do it," Leon said simply. "It's who I am. There doesn't have to be more of a reason than that."

D stared at him. "It is who you are," he repeated softly. "That is what is so alluring and... captivating... about you."

Leon smiled at him, not sure he understood exactly what D was saying, but not really caring as he nipped playfully at D's thumb. "I better go see what Chris is up to," he said. "But I will definitely be back for more of that." He leaned over to kiss D fully before leaning back with a grin and getting up to get dressed.

D lay still for awhile longer, watching Leon go off in search of his brother. Leon was right; he had been evading the question. Perhaps because he already knew the answer... and he knew that it meant things that he wasn't ready to deal with yet. He sighed. "Oh Leon. Sometimes... there must be more of a reason." But the longer he could put it off without devoting serious thought to the issue... He closed his eyes. And maybe by the time he did think about it, things would have progressed to the point where he couldn't do anything to affect them. Not having to decide would make things easier...

And D rolled over and pushed himself up from the bed, reaching for his clothes. He was doing what he'd promised himself he wasn't going to do- think about it. Pulling his pants on, he drew the cheongsam over his shoulders. Though it was the one he'd worn earlier it wasn't wrinkled at all from its stay hung on the corner of the bed, thanks to the care Leon had taken with it.
Leon...

He was thinking again.

Fixing the catches of the cheongsam, he brushed his hair out and, walking resolutely to the door, opened it and went out into the pet shop in search of Chris and Leon.

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