Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Dee ❯ Chapter 5

~AN~ This story is set not long after volume 7 of the manga. More details of the precise setting will be revealed in later chapters. Enjoy!

 

~ Disclaimer ~ I do not own FAKE, or any of it's characters - they belong to Sanami Matoh. I would not object to them being donated to me though. I also do not have a beta - these chaps are all me. You see a mistake, you NOTIFY me! Please!

 

 

 

 

 

JJ had wisely steered clear of Dee the last few days, but that morning, when he had seen the man wearing a smile, resolution had flown out the window and instinct had kicked in. With a resounding “DEE-SEMPAI!” he had launched his usual attack on his fellow officer.

 

Dee, in turn, had frozen in his tracks and was frantically looking around for something to hide behind when a body appeared in JJ's trajectory. The body crouched down, however, and as JJ aimed his jump over said person, the body straightened out, clearly knocking the breath out of the younger man.

 

So when JJ found himself slung over someone's shoulder and moving away from a startled looking Dee, he finally took in the man that had intercepted him and in a wheeze of breath exhaled his name.

 

“D-Drake?”

 

~$~

 

Berkeley Rose sat in his office with his hands buried deep into his hair. All around him the precinct was in chaos - even his own phone had been ringing non-stop.

 

So he unplugged it.

 

It had been three days since Ryo had left on assignment, four until he was due to report in. Dee's attitude had been haphazardly going downhill, and that morning he had spied the man asleep on the break-room couch.

 

Why his mood had been surprisingly chipper since he woke up still confused the frazzled commissioner.

 

As the door opened and the tired detectives filed in, he pushed his glasses back up his nose and folded his arms in front of him. Laytner was STILL smiling, and his annoyance peeked.

 

“Laytner, care to share your happy news with the rest of us? Your mood is annoying me.”

 

Dee blinked his eyes innocently, but his smile widened. “Maybe I just do it to irk you.” Pause. “Sir.”

 

Rose dug his nails into his arm. “I doubt it.” He took a deep breath before standing up and walking around his desk.

 

“Detectives, the situation at hand is dire. I will be talking to the media this afternoon, so I want the rest of you to be invisible until then. We've received countless calls from worried citizens who are too afraid to open their packages, and we can't check up on them all. I'm putting in a request to station you at different post offices for the time being.

 

“Based on what Jim has been able to deduce from the remains of our victims, the package contains organic material only, so if it sets of a scanner, it's safe. Another precinct managed to locate two eyewitnesses - one actually saw the bomb go off from far away, and the other was in contact with a package for a short while.

 

“We are looking at a small package. Brown wrapping paper in each instance, standard string. Ted, I want your report on those chemicals as soon as possible. Two detectives will be in later today to look over it, and you can compare theories. Dismissed.”

 

“WHAT?” Ted's indignant outburst was ignored as the sound of a cellphone penetrated the office.

 

Rose just shooed them out as he reached for the noisy thing at his hip while navigating his way around the desk again.

 

~$~

 

Dee hummed a silly song all the way back to their workstations. Marty and Drake were speculating on the cause when Ted stepped in front of Dee and, once again, asked the question to which none of them had received an answer yet.

 

“What is UP with you? I want to chance the guess that you got laid, but we all saw you sleeping on the couch this morning. And you're still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, which, by the way, is disgusting.”

 

Dee just smiled and thought back to the events of last night.

 

He had been pissed at something the monkey brat had done, and had gone up to the roof to smoke a cigarette when his phone beeped. Without reading the number he had opened the message, and stood closer to the blinking light to read it.

 

He had been puzzled at first, thinking it was police work, but his curiosity had been peeked.

 

So he had ran down the stairs, shouted to Bikky that something came up and slapped thirty bucks down on the table before he had ran to his car.

 

You did not receive this message.

You will not visit The Stargazer tonight.

You did not receive this message.

 

So when he stood in the lobby of the shabby motel known as The Stargazer, he didn't hesitate to give the lady at the desk his name. She handed him a key without saying much and returned to her book. He headed up the stairs to the room printed on the key.

 

He cautiously opened the door and stepped into the darkness, but whirled around when the door shut behind him. The lights clicked on and temporary blinded him, but he immediately recognized the voice…

 

“I knew you had a knack to do things you're told not to.”

 

Dee was stunned. The man that stood in front of him was one HOT son of a bitch.

 

A son of a bitch that was wearing HIS clothes.

 

“RYO?”

 

That's when the man attacked him and latched his lips onto Dee's. For a few minutes they struggled for breath together before breaking free.

 

“Ryo! But you're on assignment! I thought you weren't supposed to have contact with anyone! Or is it over? Are you coming home? God I'm - “

 

“Dee, hush. I'm not here, remember? And neither are you. You are at home, drinking beer and eating pizza, and I'm in my temporarily apartment studying alcohol.” He caught the bewildered look on Dee's face and laughed as he kissed him again. “Don't ask, I'll tell you all about it when this is over.”

 

They kissed for a few minutes more before Dee murmured a question against Ryo's lips.

 

“Why are you risking being seen with me here?”

 

Ryo pulled away. “I won't be seen. I'm a detective - I know all the tricks. Besides,” he lowered his eyes, “I felt terrible about leaving you as I did. I'm sorry about that.”

 

Instantly the guilt struck the green-eyed man again, and he pulled Ryo close to him. “No, I'm sorry. I should've handled the situation better. I talked to the brat, we sorted things out. Sometimes I just lose it Ryo, I don't mean to. I know I make these excuses all the time and I get on your nerves but… I just…”

 

The part Japanese man kissed him again. “Shh. Let's forget about that, shall we? I wouldn't change you for the world. Now, I have two hours - make that one and a half - before I have to go back. Let's make tonight better than the last one.”

 

Ryo hooked his fingers in Dee's belt and pulled him towards the bed, sitting down in front of Dee as he undid the other man's jeans. Still standing the taller man kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. As his pants pooled around his feet he kneeled down and kicked them off too, before he started to relieve the other man of his clothing.

 

“Do you have any idea how hard I looked for this shirt yesterday?” Dee kissed a trail around Ryo's face, but pulled back harshly as his tongue encountered metal.

 

“What the?”

 

“Do you like it?”

 

Two silver rings adorned the light haired man's left ear. They were simple bands, but it was obvious that the rings went THROUGH Ryo's ear and weren't clip-ons.

 

“You got your ear pierced? Ryo?”

 

The semi naked man blushed bright red and fisted his hands in the sheets. “I lost a bet, believe it or not. I managed to wriggle my way out of the other half for the time being though.”

 

Dee looked at his lover, smiled, and leaned forward to kiss the rings. “I love it - it makes you look bad. Do you have any idea how hot you're looking right now? God, I can't wait to have you…”

 

So that was how they spent the next hour. Dee took Ryo several times, and their cries resounded in the small of the room. The shower was too small for the both of them, so they ended up watching each other - which resulted in another round of fun.

 

Finally Ryo had pulled his shirt back on, and left a very sated Dee languidly stretched out on the bed. Dee had stayed there for another hour before heading out, but his fatigue consumed him and he only went as far as the precinct where he had collapsed in the break room.

 

That's where he had woken up, and that's why he now found himself facing Ted with a sappy little smile on his face.

 

“You wouldn't believe me if I told ya. Now, don't you have a report to write?”

 

~$~

 

Something about Dee had been irritating Drake lately, and he couldn't put his finger on it. Now, as he walked behind the man, he tried to examine him.

 

Dee didn't look much different. He was still the rash, impulsive man Ted and him had met back in the day. So what was it?

 

~$~

 

Ryo had been sneaking glances at the woman in the corner of the bar all evening. Something about her was familiar, something that had triggered his detective senses when he had first seen her walking in.

 

She wasn't doing anything suspicious though. In fact, she looked like she was here to get drunk and go home with the flavour of the night.

 

He was pouring a burly man a drink when Mary approached him.

 

“A freak just puked all over the floor in front. Think you can handle the entire bar for about fifteen minutes while I clean up? I'd tell James to get his butt over here, but he's… occupied at the moment. If I were you I'd steer clear of both the backroom and the floor for the night.” She pulled a bucket from under the counter.

 

Ryo grimaced as he peered around the patron in front of his shoulder.

 

“Good luck. I think you're going to need it. Oh, and you might want to ask Andrew over there to move away, or it'll be his guts you clean up next.” Mary shot him an annoyed look, but he laughed it off.

 

It wasn't until the lady in the corner stood up to leave that Ryo realized why she seemed so familiar.

 

The pattern on her dress was the same as the one in the last picture of the drug route - it may have been black and white, but there was no mistaking the colour version that had just swept his eyes…

 

~$~

 

 

 

 

 

~AN~ The action begins! Sorry for not writing the whole lemon scene, I know you wanted it, but there is a reason for that. You'll see in later chapters. Anyhow, I have to get out of bed right now. My mom is going on about how I have no balance in life (again), and it is becoming annoying. `Til next time!

 

~Me~

 

~Daxemon~ Well then, I am officially granting you the title of muse. *knights you* Welcome to my world! Feel free to leave suggestions, this story is all over the place by now, and I only have the main events planned out. *hugs you*

 

~Kita and Subu-chan~ I still have to figure out what to make fun of for you! MD got the hair, Posh gets the hyperness, and you… I'm still thinking. Hope you like the little scene I put in here for you!

 

~catti-dono~ Oh, I have plans for the tattoo. It ties in with the title of the story! You'll see what I mean! MUAHAHAHAhahahahaha!!!!