Fake Fan Fiction / Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction ❯ Cherry Bomb ❯ Yes Your Majesty ( Chapter 5 )

Here is the next chapter. A lot happens; things are getting a bit more complicated, again, sorry for the sucky fight scenes. Not much else I can say... Except that I look forward to hearing what you guys think, I love constructive criticism. (P.S. this chapter contains some major spoilers for the manga.)

Cherry Bomb 5

Leon rubbed the towel through his hair and watched as D meandered through his large closet. He emerged moments later carrying what looked like yards of black and purple shimmering silk. After carefully depositing his outfit on the freshly made bed, he searched through his jewelry chest. Leon quirked a brow as D pulled out several chains of jewels and laid them next to the clothing.

D looked up and smiled as Leon pulled his black silk evening pants up over the new silk boxers D had given him when he had moved in. Leon suspected D enjoyed pulling them off. He had a myriad of tiny scratch marks on his thighs from D's frantic tugging. "Don't look at me like that," Leon said as still D stared at him. "We have to go see your king and we don't have time to play." D said nothing and undid his bathrobe; Leon turned around and fought for control. He lost badly.

"Careful detective, my clothes," D said from underneath Leon. Leon ignored him and nuzzled his neck.

"I always thought you were a cock tease." Leon growled and rubbed himself fully against D. D smiled and arched his back. "Ever hear of a quickie?" Leon asked as he undid his pants. D could not speak, but his hands groped inside Leon's boxers. "I bet you'll be screaming in ten minutes." Leon said and pushed D's knees up. He grabbed the lube and grinned as D's nails raked down his back.

Break

(Ten minutes later.)

D had never felt so drained after so short an amount of time. True to his word, Leon had made him lose any semblance of composure in less than ten minutes. D breathed heavily as Leon wiped them both off with a warm damp towel. "Now will you put some clothes on?" Leon muttered as he straitened his pants and donned a white t-shirt. D smiled and picked up his slim black pants.

Leon had marveled to discover that the pants were all D ever wore, they were his underwear. D secured the fastenings and slipped into a sheer sleeveless sheath that only went to his knees. Over that he pulled on an opaque black sleeveless sheath that dropped to his ankles. D fastened his clothes and went to sit at his vanity. Leon watched him brush his ebony tresses and smiled. D looked into the mirror and saw Leon watching him. He smiled and sat the brush down. "I wonder what the king wishes of us." D mused and walked over to the bed and picked up the last article of clothing. Leon gasped at the beautiful creation.

Leon moved and took the garment from D and held it out. D smiled and slipped his arms into the overly long black sheer sleeves. Leon wondered how D would manage to walk init as the bottom of the robe brushed the floor. It seemed to be made of silk and yet Leon had never felt anything softer. It shone as if polished; the jet black robe was an impossibility of design and technique that Leon had never seen any thing like it. A deep purple bird of flames was emblazoned proudly across the front, the birds wings and feathers wrapped around D's waist and ended as it the creature were embracing D's slim frame.

Leon shook himself and made a mental note to not stare at D; despite the fact that he was so beautiful...he had to finish dressing. Leon picked up the matching black silk shirt and began to button down the front. D handed him a deep purple silk tie. "A united front," Leon mumbled. Knocking at the front door alerted Leon that their time was up. Leon opened the door and was surprised to see Ryo, Dee and the children.

"Whoa...what's the occasion?" Dee remarked on Leon's outfit.

"D and I have been summoned to court, a royal one, not the legal one." Leon answered. He smiled as D emerged from the back of the shop and Dee and Ryo were struck dumb by his beauty. Leon noted the addition to D's outfit and wondered at the chains of black and purple jewels that draped his waist. Leon briefly wondered how the chains were attached. D

D waved a hand towards the tea set that steamed incongruously on the table. "Good afternoon gentlemen and lady." D said in his deep smooth voice. With a smile he bowed at Carol who was hard pressed to close her mouth as she stared at D.

"Is this a good of bad thing that you are going to see your king?" Ryo asked D. D's shoulders slumped a bit.

"I wish I knew," before D could say more the door of his shop opened and a stately man in uniform entered.

"It is my pleasure," He announced to the shop at large. "To present her Highness the lady Andromache, High Princess of Arcadia, his Highness, lord Nestoir, A high Prince of Arcadia and Lady Clarisande, a Princess of Arcadia." The man bowed and stepped aside to admit Andy dressed in a floor length deep purple gown. The sleeves dropped down to the floor as well. On her head was the tiara she frequently left at home. Its silver shone in the shop almost as bright as her eyes. Leon thought as he remembered them glowing when she had broken the shop door. Clarisande stood beside her in nearly the same dress only it was deep blue in color. She curtsied and greatly partook of the tea. Nestoir stood behind the ladies in formal black, a dark blue high collar shirt his only hint of color.

"Punctual for once," D quipped. Andy grinned unrepentantly and sauntered over to him. She bumped her hips to his and D felt his apprehension melt away. It could not be too bad if she was this playful; although her formal attire had thrown him for a moment.

"Ah, Detectives," Nestoir said and acknowledged Ryo and Dee. "Your statements to Princess Tisiphone are greatly appreciated. And they will be of great help in today's proceedings." Nestoir collected Andy from where she had plopped on the floor in order to play with Pon-Chan. "Come along honey, we don't want to keep his majesty waiting."

Ryo and Dee agreed to keep Chris for one more day as Leon and Dee entered the waiting sleek black limousine with the Arcadians. Briefly, Leon wondered why he could not see outside the windows as the car sped off down the road.

Break

The car pulled up to the gates of a rather large looking house. Its white columns standing proud along the porch, he looked up and could see a large balcony covered with flowers. Leon looked further around at the edifice and realized they were in an upstanding part of town. The king must have rented the house for his visit; Leon thought and followed the group inside. As Leon entered he felt as if a strange wind blew past him. D seemed not to notice, so he said nothing. Leon and D were shown into a large chamber; the floor was made of tan marble that looked like gold veins were shot through it. "This is from Fire Star." D informed Leon as he noted his preoccupation with the floor. "The planet was once the most famous for its marble and its weapons. They have lost much." D said sadly. Leon was speechless as he looked further around the room. In the center was a large Dias with a white marble slab covered with pillows. In the center was a man of medium build with flowing black hair and pale skin. He seemed almost too small to fit on the throne he seemed so comfortably seated on. An ornate crown graced his brow. He smiled and stood reaching out a hand to D.

"Ah... my child, how wonderful to see you again, you are well I trust?" The king said and indicated Leon's bruised face.

D flushed becomingly and nodded. "Yes your majesty." D remembered his impeccable manners and turned to Leon. "May I present to you, Detective Leon Orcot. And Leon I would like to introduce you to his majesty, the High King of Arcadia, Zarro." Leon bowed stiffly. Zarro raised his brows approvingly.

D could not help but feel proud of Leon's courtly behavior. Leon took in the long white pants the king wore and the long white flowing shirt. Leon frowned, the king was barefoot. "So, Count D, I hear things have been going well for you." The king looked Leon over and smirked at D. Leon felt as if the king's strange aqua colored eyes bored through him. "Very well." The king said. He laughed when D blushed scarlet.

"Your Majesty," D murmured and lowered his head. King Zarro gently placed a hand under D's chin and raised his face. "Are you injured?"

"No your Majesty, High Princess Andromache took the pain and bruises and gave them to Detective Orcot." D explained. HE looked around the court room and found Andy. She waved animatedly at him. D smiled at her. His eyes roamed the room and lighted on a figure in dark suit seated in front of the throne. His heart plummeted, "Your majesty, my father...?" Leon gasped as he got a good look at D's father for the first time. He looked the same age as D. Like a carbon copy, with long flowing hair that fell in a curtain around him. He met Leon's gaze with a sneer.

"I'm going to need you to undress." King Zarro said to Count D.

D's eyes widened to three times their normal size. "Excuse me you Majesty?"

"Just the outer robe, I'd hate to have it ruined." King Zarro said.

"Am I to be punished?" D asked.

"The hell he is!" Leon snatched D and shoved him behind, wishing he had thought to bring his gun. King Zarro looked perplexed for a moment before he burst into laughter.

"Young man if I ever need a snack, I'll call you." King Zarro said. Leon frowned, young man, the king looked like he was near Leon's age if not younger, but then again D was over a thousand. "Come now Count D, off with it, there is no need to worry I promise you, why on earth would I punish you?"

D's eyes flew to his father as his trembling fingers began to undo the chains at his waist. He undid the frog buttons at his throat and Leon helped him slide the garment off of his shoulders. Leon gently folded the material and held it as D stepped around the king in only his sleeveless shifts and pants.

"How easily can you move in this?" Zarro asked and inspected the slits in the sides of the layers. Satisfied with the thigh high openings. D blushed as the king opened the slits and inspected their width. "Good, well then, come along Alera, not a test if you don't use your best." D prepared to ask what the king was talking about when Zarro turned to Leon. "You may sit there in the chair near my throne. Quite an honor but well deserved for willingly taking a beating." Leon was not sure what the king meant but he followed him to the throne, tossing a look at D who stood alone in the center of the immense room.

A beautiful woman strode forth, she was quite diminutive, with waist length flowing white hair bound in a ponytail. Leon wondered at her skin tight black cropped top and shorts. She stretched and approached D. She looked as if she were about to attack D. "Count D, defend yourself." The King demanded as Alera jumped and indeed she did attack him.

D expertly dodged the attack and the next. Alera pinned him to the floor after a third try. "Come on honey make this look good, kick my but, if you can." Alera whispered in his ear. D's brow furrowed as he looked up at Alera, `If he could', she winked one of her jewel bright green eyes at him. Recognition hit D like a brick. With a huff, D knocked Alera off and tackled her to the ground. "I can't believe you did not remember me, for that, I'll kick your butt good." Alera growled and jumped D again.

Leon stared in complete amazement at the martial skills being displayed below. He looked over at the King and noted his pensive look as D and the woman went back and forth. He had always known D could do martial arts, he had witnessed a few moves, but Leon had never guessed at the depth of D's skill. Leon cringed as D hit the floor, he moved to help him but the king held his arm. "He's fine," The king said and nodded towards the center of the room where D had reversed their positions. Leon suppressed a grin as D held the woman firm.

"Concede," D said breathing deeply. Alera frowned, she couldn't move. "Come " Just as Alera figured out a way to free herself, she thought of the purpose of this exhibition, they were not in training and she did not have to beat him.

"Fine," she ground out. "I concede, victory is yours, this time." D stood to his feet and helped Alera to stand. They bowed to each other and then turned to the king.

"Excellent!" the King cheered and left his throne he strode forward and Leon followed. "Thank you Alera for proving a point for me. Now we can continue. D do you need a moment to refresh yourself?" The king asked D and looked him over. The king smiled, D was not breathing heavily or sweating.

"Takes a lot to make him sweat, believe me." Leon muttered and helped D back into his top robe. D blushed and pinched Leon's arm. Leon laughed. "I knew you were good, but man..." Leon smiled, pride and love visible for all to see in his expression.

"Please have a seat." The king motioned for a seat not too far away from D's father. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the court, I bring before you a case of the most perplexing. How is it, I ask you, that someone with the skills displayed before you today, taught by master Xi himself, could get badly beaten and yet his attacker had no marks whatsoever on his body?"

"Your majesty?" D asked and looked at his father.

The king brushed aside D's remarks "Prince Angel, if you would..." A tall blond man approached the king and held out what looked like a crystal ball. "The statements of one Detective Dee Laytner," The King announced.

The ball glowed and above it, as if on a projector, Leon gasped, there was Dee talking to a blond girl. "Well," Dee said, "I noticed a guy in a long black cloak dragging Count D from the room I told Leon and then Leon, that's Detective Orcot, ran after them. That's all I know." The image faded and the Angel Prince bowed to the king before he melted away into the crowd.

"Detective Orcot, How long have you known Count D?" Zarro asked Leon.

Leon looked over at D's father and frowned. "Almost four years," Leon answered.

"And in those nearly four years...has he ever mentioned his father?" Zarro asked.

"All he ever really talks about is his grandfather who raised him, a couple of weeks ago he got a letter from his father that upset him. It was the first I had heard of the man...or Kami...whatever the heck he is."

Zarro smiled and turned to D. "You studied martial arts under Master Xi did you not?" At D's questioning look the king smiled. "You would know him as Lord Suzaku." D smiled as the familiar name was said.

"Yes your majesty," D said.

"And is it true that while this man," Zarro pointed at D's father, "Attacked you, you did not defend yourself?"

"Yes your majesty," D said.

"Why not?" Zarro asked.

A tear slid down D's face. "Because he is my father," D wiped his face with a handkerchief that he pulled from his sleeve. "I would never dishonor him." D said and looked to his father who avoided his gaze.

"Do you know why he attacked you?" Zarro asked.

"Because I love a human," D said. "Because I live with a human and because I have been ..." D paused and his face turned so red that Leon feared he might faint. "I have been intimate with said human."

"Would that human be detective Orcot?" Zarro asked.

"Yes your Majesty," D said.

"What Childhood memories do you have of your father?" Zarro asked next.

"None your majesty, my grandfather raised me," D said. "For a while, I thought my grandfather was my father."

"Do you know your mother?" Zarro asked.

"Enough!" D's father said and stood. He glowered at Zarro. "How dare you?" He yelled.

"How dare you come into my court and try to have your son disowned? And you would not have granted him humanity. You have not the right. You did not raise him, you have no say." Zarro said and stood. Even though D's father was taller, he was intimidated by the King's imperious glare. "I take that right from you now. And demand that you tell him the truth of his lineage, tell him about his mother and about his brother."

"I refuse," D's father turned away from the king. "He can live as he wishes with his human and I will continue to have nothing to do with him." D's father turned and glowered at D. "I have no son."

"You have always hated me father, why should now be any different?" D said as he found his voice. Leon held his hand and patted him surprised that D was trembling violently.

"You are mine...I could never hate you child," D's father said. Leon heard a gasp and he looked around to see Andy staring at D's father, tears slide down her face as she buried her head in her husband's lap. "I was the condor when you jumped from the plane. It was my image in the lab that saved you from exposure to the guard. Don't you see..., I have always looked after you? When you were suffering from a defective heart, I sent you the cure. I could not hate you. But neither could I allow myself to love you. You see..." D's father paused, and Leon felt D tense for he knew his father's words, whatever they may be, would be painful to hear. "It's your fault D-San is dead."