Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction ❯ Deadly Beautiful ❯ Departure ( Chapter 2 )

 

Four months later

 

Count D leaned heavily against the door of the pet shop. It had been a long day that promised to get even longer. Detective Orcot was currently camped out on his couch, snarfing down tea and honey cakes at an alarming rate. Chris was curled into a ball against T-chan's side and was fast asleep.

 

D?

 

D's head turned slightly trying to recognize the voice. It took him only a few seconds to realize who it was speaking to him in his head.

 

It is time.

 

Yes.

 

I will be there as soon as possible.

 

“Detective, I have to leave. Please lock up when you go,” D said brusquely, making his way toward the door.

 

“Where the hell are you going in such a hurry?” Orcot said, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

 

“I hardly think that is any of your business,” D said huffily.

 

“It is if you're planning on leaving town.”

 

“Detective, I really do not have time for this just now.”

 

“Damn it D, where the hell do you think you're going?”

 

D lost his temper. “To see my children born if you must know!”

 

Orcot blinked several times, trying to wrap his mind around what D had just said. He picked Chris up from his resting place and settled him against one shoulder. This earned him a dirty look from T-chan.

 

“I'll drive you,” Orcot said snagging his keys from the table.

 

“I only need to go to the airport.”

 

“So, where are we going?”

 

“I am going to the woods.”

 

“And I'm coming with you.”

 

“If you insist. I really do not have time to argue.”

 

D did not direct Orcot to the international airport but to a small private airstrip on the other side of the city. They were met by the pilot and boarded the plane in less than ten minutes.

 

“Dear god, D. This is a Lear jet.”

 

“What is your point, Detective?”

 

“That was my fucking point,” Orcot said, staring around at the luxurious plane.

 

D sighed and rolled his eyes.

 

The Captain's voice came over the intercom. “If you would please take your seats, we are clear for takeoff in approximately two minutes.”

 

D sat down in one of the plush seats and settled himself comfortably. Pulling what looked like a fur coat over his legs and adjusting it to his liking.

 

Leon did the same, though with much less fussing. He pulled another over Chris as he curled up in the seat next to him smoothing out the soft fur. D made an annoyed noise and frowned as the detective continued to pet the pelt.

 

D, you know we do not waste what is given us. It is an honor to wear that of our fallen comrades and brothers.

 

I am aware. Though I do not have to like it.

 

“You will need to take a few more of those when we leave the plane. Where we are going, it is extremely cold this time of the year.”

 

“Hey, D. What the hell kind of fake fur is this? It's really good.”

 

“It is hardly fake, Detective.”

 

“You mean this is real mink or somethin'?”

 

“No, Detective. Those are the pelts of wolves.”