That stupid detective was here again, I watched him from under the sofa in the living room. He was always coming to the petshop, accusing the Count of crimes that, while the Count did commit them, he could not prove.

He was loud, and annoying, constantly making a ruckus. He'd just invite himself in, noisily walking about the place. By the way, how could he stand the annoying squeak in his shoes? How did he walk around in them when, not only did they make that horrible sound, but they let water from the rain through the cracks at the bottom of the soles?

Stupid human, didn't he know how to take care of himself?

Not that he cared, but the Count seemed to care enough for him, though he had no idea why. The human was in a constantly bad mood, stomping and shouting, how he wished he could chop the man up and make some kind of delicious dish out of him, but he wouldn't…because he doubted the man would be very healthy. Not with how much he drank and smoked.

Though he found on thing odd about the human. If he drank and smoked so much, surely he shouldn't taste as good as he did. Despite the levels of toxins that the man took in every day, there always remained an oddly…fresh quality to his blood…it just didn't make much sense to the young totetsu.

He'd tasted the flesh of smokers and drinkers before, and they all tasted the same, as if they were rotting. He knew this to be the effects of the poisons the worthless humans willingly chose to take into their bodies each day.

This was how the human should taste, and yet, he did not.

That wasn't all that set this human apart from all the others. He didn't know what it was, or what it meant, but he often had strange feeling when around this strange human male. He was compelled to stay near him at all times, even though he obviously disliked the man. After all, there was no other living being on this planet that could stir up his anger so much that he'd bite him every chance he got. Sometimes he even got the urge to just drag the man off to some place far away where no one could hear him scream. Which had even startled him, his kind lived of the flesh of humans and, yes, they hunted them down, but that didn't mean that they tortured their prey, such a desire was usually only found in the humans.

Then there was…wait…what was this?

I look now at the detective to see that he was not alone, a smaller, much more fragile figure stood behind him, shaking nervously.

It looked like a miniature detective with short hair, my face instantly, was this his offspring? I felt a strange anger go through my body. For what reason was I so upset? I could think of no reason why. So the man mated and had a child, it was a normal part of life to do so. However, I find that I am disgusted by the mere thought of the man mating with some worthless human slut.

Ah, so it was not his child, but his sibling. I felt the tension leave me instantly and I pondered my strange reactions to things as of late.

Strange though, that they look so much alike, even if they were the offspring of the same parents, sibling typically didn't look so much alike.

Then, as the detective turned to leave, I got a little whiff of something. What it was I could not say, it was gone too soon for me to tell. The Count seemed to have caught it as well, for I saw him look at the detective's back as he left, a thoughtful look on his face before he shook his head a looked down at the young boy who now stood inside the shop.

Chris' POV

I watched my big bro leave in longing. I wished he would come back, I didn't like it here already, everyone was staring at me.

I knew my big bro was a detective, he had a lot of work, but did he really have to go?

It'd been five days since I first came to live with my brother, I guess I should already be in that school my aunt and uncle tried to send me to, but my brother hasn't put me in yet.

My brother explained so many things to me, and not just about how he turns into a girl. It was a relief to know that I wasn't the only one who saw animals the way I did. I didn't even know they weren't human until everyone kept telling me that my friend Val was actually a squirrel.

Big Bro told me it was normal, that everyone could see them if they just let themselves. If that was true, shouldn't more people see them? Were people really that blind even when they wished that they could talk and play with animals the same way they did with other humans?

It was confusing, but big bro told him that it could be that a person expected to see a squirrel, so they saw a squirrel and not a sandy-haired little boy with a great big smile and various kinds of foods constantly in his pockets.

However, even though my brother explained things to me, I didn't feel like he really talked to me. He seemed sad when he looked at me sometimes, even mad.

Did he hate me too? Was he mad that I killed our mother?

The thought made me want to cry, I liked big bro a lot, I could see that he was a really nice guy, he played and would sit down and draw with me. I wondered if anyone knew that big bro could draw pretty well? I want to get to know him better.

But what if he didn't want to get to know me?

I kicked the red-haired man, he was talking about cooking me!

Big bro told me not to be scared, but I was. I'm such a coward, big bro wouldn't be scared...

I ran into this old lady in black robes, she made me feel better, then led me to the ocean in the Petshop.

An ocean inside a petshop! I never knew that, that could even happen!

I met Phillipe there, he says that the Count and his bro fight a lot, but that the Count really likes Leon! I briefly wondered just how much because the Count instantly told them to change the subject.

He wants to meet my brother...but how could I get big bro over here? And big bro couldn't come now, he said he had to work really hard so that no one here found out.

They're urging me to go talk to my big bro now, what should I do?

I shakily bring up my hand to his...and get slapped away.

I can't believe it! I cried as I ran away, my big bro really does hate me!

I heard him call out for me as I ran, but I was too upset to care, then I ran up to her again. Lady Sultana, I told her about my mom, then about how I killed her. She told me it was not my fault. I told her that Leon hates me, she said he is my brother, he doesn't hate me, she said that, in the end, we were both still only kids.

Now that I thought about it, Leon did seem pretty young still, not like his aunt and uncle. He didn't know what it was, but there was just something about Leon's eyes that seemed so different from his aunt and uncle.

She comforted me and sent me back again, where I heard my brother talking to the Count.

" How is your brother supposed to overcome his guilt if even you believe he's responsible for killing your mother?"

I sucked in a breath and rested on the wall, I should leave, Auntie told me it wasn't right to listen to conversations like this.

" What? NO! It's not like that!" I heard my brother reply.

It wasn't?

" I had to open fire on a suspect. I-I could have..."

I listened to my brother talk about his job, I didn't know what to think. He didn't hate me? Then the old lady was right? But then why did he pull away? And why did he feel bad? His brother was a cop, he protected people, that was good, right?

So why didn't big bro feel proud of himself? Why did he feel bad instead? Why?

Then I remembered a movie I had watched with my cousins. A cop movie, I remember I liked the cop a lot, but Auntie kept putting her hand over my eyes whenever there was gunshots...

Oh...that's right...in the movie, the cop ended up killing a lot of people because...well, it was his job.

Did his brother feel guilty for that? Did he feel the same way I did when I thought about Mom?

Looking through the crack in the door, I saw my brother, he looked like he was going to cry, but he couldn't, right? He was the big brother...and big boys don't cry, at least, that was what my cousins told me.

" It's hopeless, there's no way I can do my job and take care of him."

And I felt my heart drop.

I thought about the last five days. When we first got home, my brother had instantly went to the store to buy food before they even got to his apartment. When they got there, he opened a practically empty fridge and stocked it up. He made some spaghetti for me then cleaned up the entire apartment. Which had been amazing for Chris to see, because he'd never seen such a dirty place before.

It had been funny. My big bro had, had a pink, frilly apron (borrowed from the lady next door...it was the only one she had.) and a bandanna over his mouth and nose. Then dust got in his eyes, so he wore his sunglasses. Then his hands got wrinkled from scrubbing the floor, so he wore rubber gloves...I remembered laughing really hard, but I hadn't though of how much work that cleaning probably was. Back with Auntie, we had a cleaning lady who did all that.

Big brother had to go to work the next morning, and, now that I really thought about it. I had thought that big bro looked very tired. But still, he got up, made him breakfast (Big bro didn't even eat the eggs, he just got some toast), then took him to daycare anyway.

This is how it went throughout the next few days, big bro would wake up, make breakfast for me, take me to daycare (where everyone just thought I was weird because I don't talk.), then go to work, pick me up, then go home. Usually big bro still had work to do, so he'd bring home whatever paperwork he had to do, put on his glasses, and worked at the table while I watched TV.

Wow...being a grown up was hard...why didn't I think about that before? Big brother was always tired, and he always had work to do.

I must be causing him a lot of trouble, especially after yesterday, which is why I even have to stay here in this petshop.

I was dropped off at daycare like usual, and I sat in my corner. I looked at everyone and I got tired. I asked to go to the bathroom and, while I was out there, decided I didn't want to go back in the classroom. What for? So that they could pick on me for not speaking some more?

So I went to the janitor's closet, I told myself I'd only stay a minute...

But I fell asleep...

When I woke up I heard a lot of yelling.

" You LOST him! How the FUCK did you lose him!Aren't you supposed to keep an eye out for him!"

I recognized that voice! It was my big bro!

" I'm sorry sir! It's just that there are so many kids I just-!"

" I knew I shouldn't have left him here!"

' Big Bro?'

Big brother instantly turned around and snatched me up, giving me what was possible the biggest, tightest hug I've ever gotten.

" In the janitor's closet? How was that not one of the first places you looked!"

He'd looked so mad, I didn't know what to do, so I just stood quiet.

"Don't worry Chris, you're never going there again. You didn't like it there anyways, I could tell." his brother had huffed.

I was sad that I had upset him so badly, but happy that I'd never have to go back there. I didn't think that I might have caused a bigger problem.

How was he supposed to take care of me? He didn't have the time...he had a very important job to do already, and it took up most of his time. Not to mention his condition...

He didn't have time to take care of me...

I want to cry, because I know...I have to go...

" My dear detective, what is it you want?"

" What is your deepest...desire."

The way the Count talked sacred me, and the animals all had a strange look to them, suddenly everything seemed so...serious...

My brother looked up from his hand.

" I want..." he started off.

" ...to get Chris safely into that institution!"

The tears started to well up in my eyes again.

But I want to stay...

OxO

Big Bro got hurt...

Looking at him now, I was afraid. What if he didn't come back one day? What he went to sleep and never woke up again?

The thought frightened me. I only just got to know him, they couldn't take him away now!

But he wasn't waking up...and he kept whispering about mom...

The bandages on his chest were all bloody, I've never seen so much before. The Count must of noticed how I was staring at it, because he instantly pulled up the sheets to cover the bloody bandages.

Not that it really mattered, I already saw it. I already know he almost...died.

I couldn't stand to see him like this though, living with him these past six days taught me that Leon was normally a very lively person. He was always either very happy, very mad, very bored, very anything that he was feeling at whatever moment.

So it scared me to see him so still, it just wasn't natural, his bro could never sit still!

I knew he couldn't hear me, he was sound asleep, but I couldn't help it.

' Hey, Bro!'

And to my surprise, I think he heard me, because he woke up!

We stared at each other a bit, I wanted to throw myself at him and hug him really tight, like he did to me, but I wasn't sure if he'd like that, and I didn't want to hurt him.

" Did...did I almost die again?"

BONK!

" Did you almost die? It's a scratch! Sheesh you're going to scare the kid..."

The Count just hit Leon on the head, I wasn't sure whether to laugh or want to cry.

This happened often?

I tried not to think of it after that.

OuO

" Well Christopher, it looks like this is it." Leon said, I winced a bit as he used my full first name.

No! I don't want to go!

" Still have nothing to say to me, eh?"

That's not it, I just don't know if you'll listen.

The lady from the institute put her hand on my shoulder and told my brother that I'd have lots of fun.

I scowled, who was she to tell my brother how I feel?

She pulled me away from Leon, and all I wanted was to go back. I heard Leon talking to D, telling him that I was better off here at this place. That there were other kids like me, that his apartment was too small, and his job was too dangerous.

So I put my head down and walked with the woman.

I guess I'd never hear from him again...

" CHRIS!" I heard him yell, and I instantly turned back to look at him.

His arms were wide open, and I knew the message.

I was crying again, but I didn't care, call me a crybaby all you want. I just launched myself into his arms and let him hug me, one of the biggest, tightest hugs I'll ever know.

But I liked it, even if I felt like I would be squished.

As long as I didn't have to wait another six years to see him, because now that I know him, I know just what I was missing out on these last six years.

OwO

So, I know it's a little weird that I jumped from T-Chan to Chris, but I needed to get the issues with Chris out of the way, I still want to follow the way the actual manga. So I don't want Leon to just get Chris and everything is all hunky dory...because that's not how it happened.

I always thought that Leon felt that he couldn't take care of Chris because of how many people he's killed, I personally think that the guilt kills him inside.

I almost feel like he thinks he might hurt the little dude. Of course, then there's the obvious, Leon's place is too small, I wonder if he makes enough money to support a kid, and, with his job, yeah, it'd be hard to get in enough time to actually spend with a kid.

All of which deny me the connection I was hoping to see more between Leon and Chris in the manga, sad...isn't it? I sometimes wonder why Chris was even brought into the manga...he doesn't really interact with Leon too much...maybe it was just to increase a bond between Leon and D? After all, it does show a whole other side of Leon to D.

I dun kno...I do know I like Chris and want to give him more personality than what I see in the manga, does anyone else feel like they wish there was more to Chris, or am I alone?

It's probably just that I would have liked to see more Leon and Chris moments...

I feel the need to point out that Leon did say he never blamed Chris...but he was pissed when he found out his mom was going to have another kid because he was so used to being the only one...am I the only one who feels Leon was probably a momma's boy?

That's okay though, it brings another fun fault to Leon's character...yes, the more faults a character has, the more interesting. Which is why perfect characters are annoying...

Okay, I talk too much...

Don't worry! I'm going to try to get to the interesting parts soon, I promise! (probably the only parts you want to read, you pervs!...)

But that's okay, because so am I...:D ( After all...I'm writing it...)

But why is writing lemons so hard! D: