you're killing me again.

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Who: D and Leon.
What: After D's kidnapping.
When: Shortly after the Malnosso dumped D in the snow.
Where: Base of the mountain range.
Summary: D is in bad shape. Who does he call? Why, Leon, of course!
Rating: PG-13 for aftermath of violence and Leon's mouth.


Red. All the snow-covered ground around him was being slowly stained red, and getting more so by the second. Even he was colored in crimson, his clothes and his skin and his hair. After all, he was bleeding quite profusely.

There were a multitude of wounds littering his body, only slightly obscured by his torn and ripped clothing. A multitude of bite marks and ragged gashes that were especially prevalent about his arms and legs, as well as his wings, which were missing quite a few of their delicate feathers and covered in the same cloying red as everything else.

D stared at the ground quite intently, propped up on his hands, shivering like a leaf being battered in some phantom storm. He was trying his best to stave off the dizziness and drowsiness that tore at him simultaneously and fighting against the waves of exhaustion that assaulted his injured body as he focused on keeping his breathing steady. Death wouldn’t hesitate to greet him if he were to lose consciousness here.

He had one chance.

He grabbed for the little book that was miraculously still on his person.

It wouldn't be long before he passed out.

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He was sure he hadn't quite ripped out of a house so fast in a while. He had dropped the notebook, grabbed his coat and ran out the door with his sneakers half on and his coat falling off. He was running as fast as his long legs would carry him.

He swore he had to search forever. Forever must have passed because he couldn't even see straight in the cold snow on the ground anymore. He was almost thankful for the spilling blood as he was a beacon in the world of white. He ran over, falling down to his knees and shaking the frail count lightly by his shoulders. "Hey! Hey hold on, got it? Can you hear me?!"