Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Dee ❯ Chapter 6

~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!

 

 

 

 

 

Ever since Drake had intercepted JJ's pounce, he was moody. Back then he had shrugged of his actions with an annoyed look and a simple “Damnit JJ, I've been looking for you for the best part of this hour! We have WORK to do!”

 

He didn't know why he did it, but at the time there had been no questions in his mind.

 

And the case wasn't helping. Ted's chemical research narrowed the path, but it didn't get them anywhere. JJ was supposed to work on the package sorting, but somehow Drake had been roped into it. JJ spent the majority of his time around Dee, doing most of the work Dee was supposedly doing.

 

Now Dee was irritating him again, and the man wasn't even doing anything. He was just sitting there, staring at the papers and god if he didn't get out of the office soon he was going to scream…

 

All heads turned as Drake stood up abruptly. His mind worked overtime for a few seconds.

 

“I need to get outa here for a while, so I might as well pick lunch up on the way. Anyone interested?”

 

The overall gloom that had descended on their office lifted for a few seconds as menus were passed around. JJ carefully glanced up at Drake over the Chinese menu in his hands, thinking back to the file-room incident.

 

He had kept a closer eye on Drake since then, but so far nothing had jumped out at him as odd. Drake still acted like he always did around JJ, and his confusion had ebbed.

 

Maybe he had just read too much into it.

 

The events of two days ago had literally winded him though, and the confusion was back. A though sprung to mind, and he tested the waters.

 

“I'm not sure what I want. Surprise me?” Drake frowned, but nodded, and turned his attention to Marty who was rambling on about the dos-and-don'ts for his hamburger. Ted had a simple request, and Dee opted for the expensive. Drake mock-glared at him and held his hand out for the money, which was reluctantly deposited in it.

 

Dee frowned at the glare he was receiving more often these days.

 

Had he done something wrong again?

 

~$~

 

JJ stared at the Chinese meal that was deposited in front of him. No onions - check. Extra mushrooms - check. Tagliatelle instead of rice - check.

 

Was he really that obvious?

 

“Drake-sempai, when did I tell you that I don't like onions?”

 

Drake looked up and chewed his way around a mouthful of pasta. What was he supposed to say? Somehow he'd noticed it.

 

In fact, he'd been noticing quite a few things about JJ lately. His eyes widened as his irritation at Dee suddenly took a new direction. He swallowed heavily and nearly dropped his soda as he choked.

 

With watery eyes he breathed heavily as Dee slapped him on the back and effectively made him lose his appetite.

 

~$~

 

Mary wearily paced the street outside Ryo's apartment. She had come over to invite him out, but she was nervous. Of course he was much older than her, and would probably not see her as dating material, but it never hurt to try, did it? Besides, she had seen the glances he had directed at Ria the previous evening…

 

Might as well try while he was still available.

 

Now if only she could work up her nerve…

 

The door to her left opened and the object of her dilemma walked out. He was dressed in worn leather, the pants looking a little too big on him. He spotted her and waved.

 

“Alex! Where are you going?” she fell back on her regular, if not demeaning, manner.

 

He walked over to her. “Good morning to you too. Don't you sleep?”

 

“About as much as you do. Now where are you heading?”

 

Ryo tossed his eyes down the street. “Shopping. You?”

 

“Visiting you. I hope you plan to buy a new pair of pants. Leather is supposed to be tight, you know.” Ryo looked down at the pants he was wearing. They belonged to Dee, and he was a little bigger than Ryo.

 

“They're not mine exactly. I suppose I could buy new ones, its not like I've spent my pay on anything yet.”

 

Mary hid a smug smile. Chance.

 

“I'll come with. You men rarely have any sense of fashion, and maybe we could even talk about that little piece of paint you're missing on your body.”

 

~$~

 

Ted slouched down on the couch in the break room. Their case wasn't going anywhere - even the detectives that had come to see his report didn't have much to say.

 

They'd actually stolen more of his research than contributed to it.

 

Okay, so it was Ryo's research, but damnit!

 

His eyes traveled over the tired detectives in the room. JJ was looking exceptionally tired - it might have something to do with the two call outs he's had for sharpshooting. It was rare to happen twice in a day.

 

Dee was being his usual self, if not more cocky than normal. He was fooling around with the coffee machine.

 

Again.

 

Drake was smart to bring his own flask of coffee in the mornings.

 

His eyes shifted to the detective in question. Drake had been unusually reserved since he had choked on his lunch. The man had probably been dumped recently.

 

Marty was munching chips with a file in his hand, but his attention was not in the file at all. Ted sighed.

 

“Hey, does anyone have those files on Bernandez? I swear I saw them around this morning.”

 

“Nah, Berk's got it. I think he's deciphering it as we speak. I left quite the scribble in there for him.” Dee laughed. “Ryo'd probably have my head for it when he gets back.”

 

JJ's head lifted off the table. “I can entertain you until he returns. Interested?” Drake stood and left the room as Dee slapped his head and haughtily replied, “Not on your life!”

 

~$~

 

Ryo dropped the bags in his sad excuse for an apartment and wiped his brow. How had he been roped into buying all this? He was sure he didn't own half as many pairs of pants as this.

 

But Dee would love him in it…

 

That little thought made him smile. He had to finish this case, and do it well. Then he would be back in his own apartment with Dee.

 

He'd even pay Bikky to take Carol out.

 

He stripped his clothes and pulled on the outfit Mary had designated him to wear tonight. The pants were a little to snug for his liking, but the chain bands that flowed from the top intrigued him. He hooked his thumbs in them and posed in front of the mirror.

 

Oh, Dee would definitely like that.

 

~$~

 

Drake collapsed on his bed after kicking of his shoes. This was all wrong. He couldn't be…

 

The words died in his mind. This was JJ, after all. Drake knew he was a sucker for the man's smile, but it had never occurred to him…

 

Damnit.

 

He roughly stood from the bed and pulled the clothes from his body. They were discarded on the floor, and for a moment he paused to look at them.

 

How does JJ think of him? Does he notice the little things too?

 

Would being with the hyperactive kitten curse him to a life forever dominated by Dee's shadow?

 

Is the only reason for his clothes to end up on the floor going to be because he himself had tossed them there?

 

~$~

 

She was there again that night. Mary glared at Ria, suddenly cursing herself for the outfit she had picked for Ryo. The damned woman had raised her eyebrows appraisingly at the barman, and had been looking at him all night.

 

The fact that Ryo had blushed beet red when he caught her didn't help. She had done everything possible to avoid the two of them talking together, but her attempts seemed futile as Ryo strode over.

 

She watched them for a while before her attention was needed at a table.

 

Oh, how she hated that woman.

 

~$~

 

 

 

 

 

 

~AN~ Another chappie. I have a huge project to work on at the moment, and I love it to bits, so I'm spending a mountain of time on it. We currently have this four-day `holiday', and I thought I'd take advantage of the time to update. I don't want to rush the story, but I've had so many ideas lately, it's hard to filter through them.

 

Drake and JJ's relationship is pretty much planned, and I know the pace I want it to go at, but I'm having trouble with fitting it into the timeline I've plotted for Ryo. Currently his situation seems a bit boring, but it will pick up speed as soon as I can get that damned Ria in character. Oh I can't wait!!

 

~Me~

 

~Daxemon~ Fleshing out! Don't you just love what I've done to Drake? Thank you sooooo much for being as supportive as you are! I'm indebted to you!

 

~Kita and Subu-chan~ I'm fixing it! Thank you for pointing it out! I'm making Drake realize what's going on, I want him to be the instigator…

 

~catti-dono~ Hehehe… The tattoo is IMPORTANT! Wait and see! In a way, picturing Ryo in the precinct shower with someone walking in and spotting it helped me figure this one out! Haha!