Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Redefining Heaven ❯ The Intercession of Jude ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Irish

Bikky isn't sure where he is or who he's with, and even more upsetting, he finds himself talking about things he would never talk to anyone about, especially not a stranger.

Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.26.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 354 | Status: Completed

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Redefining Heaven

Chapter Six:

The Intervention of Jude.

By: Irish

Rated R

Warnings: Explicit Language, graphic violence, adult situations

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“Why am I at a truck stop?” Bikky asked with insincere annoyance as he looked around him. “I mean, how did I get here?” But he knew, at least he thought he did. This truck stop wasn't just any truck stop; it was one he had been to once, just over the New York line, coming back from Canada. He had gone with Dee and Ryo up to Toronto, no real reason, `just a vacation'. It had been so early in the morning Dee was still calling it late. They had sat in a booth, the three of them, Bikky on one side with Ryo, Ryo's arm around him, Dee across from them. “We had breakfast...” Bikky said softly, looking around him again, at the tacky industrial flooring, the front counter with its cracked blue vinyl padded stools. That day they had had fat truckers asses on them. Dee had nudged him, bending down to whisper in his ear. `Bikky, as a cop, am obligated to tell you to `just say no' to crack.' he had indicated the row of but cracks with his head, and Bikky had laughed. “I had cheesy eggs and bacon. Because Ryo never makes bacon.”

“Good, it's terrible for you, you know.”

Bikky jumped, he had known he wasn't alone, but the voice startled him nonetheless. He turned his head sharply “Who the hell are you?”

The person who addressed him chuckled. “You can call me Jude.” Jude slid into the booth across from Bikky. “You and I are going to spend some quality time together.”

“You know, usually when people say `quality time' they mean `I'm going to lecture you.” Bikky raised a pale eyebrow at Jude, but his usual street attitude was a thin veil at best. Jude looked like the kind of person Bikky would love to hang out with. He was somewhere between a teenager and an adult, not quite old enough for Bikky to mistrust him, but still old enough that he carried some authority.

“No lectures, I promise.” Jude smiled, holding his hands out, palms up, in a gesture of peace. Bikky stared as his hand, pale palmed, the back a deep tan, just like his own. Bikky glanced at his own palm covertly, then back up at Jude.

“Whatever. Where are Dee and Ryo?” He looked around. They should be near by, one of them at least. He couldn't think of any other way he would have gotten here.

“Close by.” Jude said, echoing his thoughts. “Don't worry, they would never leave you alone for long.” He smiled.

“They are gonna be pissed. You're sitting in Dee's seat, and I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.” Bikky's eyes narrowed, why was this guy sitting with him anyway?

“Somehow, just this once, I don't think they will mind.” Jude smiled again. “So, just kick back. You want anything?” He gestured to a menu on the table, that Bikky didn't remember being there.

“What, you buying?” He again shot his companion a sidelong glance. He was young, but he could still be some weird pedophile.

“I think this ones on the house.” Jude leaned back in his seat. He wasn't terribly tall, not like Dee, and Bikky didn't have to worry about kicking him under the table, even when he stretched his legs out.

“If you say so man.” Bikky shrugged, opening the menu. He glanced at it, then back at Jude. “Three things on the menu.”

“Are there?” Jude leaned over a little to read the menu upside down. “So it would seem. Well, I guess you don't have to think too hard about what to order then, do you?”

Bikky closed the menu, frowning. “Where are Dee and Ryo?” he asked again, eyeing the men's room. It was the only place he could think they would be.

“Don't worry Bikky, they are close. They would never leave you all on your own. Just be patient.” Jude shot him another friendly smile. Usually someone who smiled as often as this jerk did it meant they were feeding you a line, that you were about to take it up the ass. And not in the allegedly fun way Ryo and Dee did. This Jude though, seemed nothing but genuine. Completely sincere in what he said.

“If you say so...” he glanced around, looking for the waitress. “So um, not to be, like, rude, but why are you sitting here. This place is dead, you could sit anywhere you want.”

“Because, someone needs to sit with you until Dee and Ryo get back.” Jude poured himself a cup of coffee. Bikky blinked, not sure the pot nor the mug had been there, but not entirely sure either, that they had not.

“Oh great, a baby-sitter.” Bikky rolled his eyes. “You know Jude's a pretty weird name. What were you like named after that Beatles song or something?”

“Nope. My namesake is a little older then that. Besides, a weird name for a weird person right?” Jude indicated himself. Bikky had to agree, Jude looked even weirder then he did. A mop of kinky curly black hair that was about jaw length, but absolutely everywhere. Jude's skin was about the same color as his own, but he had green eyes, not brown, and they were shaped a lot like Ryo's, but his face was way to hard lined to be anything like Ryo.

“So, what are you, are you black?” Bikky indicated him with his chin. “I'm black.” He said this last part somewhat defiantly, even as he looked down into his glass of cherry coke, the real kind, coke with cherry Grenada in it, there were even three cherries floating with the ice. He wrapped his hands around it and took a sip.

“I could tell.” Jude nodded “And, yes, I am, but I'm a lot of other things too.” He sipped his coffee, rolling the mug between flat palms.

“Why, because my skins dark? I could be, like, Mexican you know.” Bikky huffed, sucking some of the coke into his straw before quickly putting his finger over the end of the straw, lifting the end that had been in the glass to his mouth, then taking his finger off the end. Ryo hated that.

“You could be, but you're not. I can see it in the shape of your face, and the way you hold your head.” Jude shrugged. “Besides, your hair is just a little coarse,” Jude pulled at his own nappy hair to demonstrate. “I've never seen a coarse blonde haired Mexican.”

“It could happen.”

“Sure, but you're not. You're Haitian.” Jude gave a decisive nod.

“Yeah, and?” He shrugged. His dad had been from Haiti. It had only been almost four years since his dad had been killed. Not that long ago, really, but there were times that that part of his life was nothing more then a waking dream, a waiting time until he met Ryo. Most of the time all he could remember about his dad was his long dred locks, and the accent.

“ `dis be my boy. `e be real smart. Show da' man how smart you be.'

Bikky sighed. Sometimes, he missed his dad, his real dad. He remembered sitting on his shoulders, holding on to his thick dreds. He remembered that he smelled like weed and Silverwolf. It was easier to remember how he had died, but Bikky tried not to. It scared him. How fast someone could disappear from your life.

“And nothing.” Jude shrugged again. “Just stating the facts man. Do you remember your dad? Not Ryo, the one who died I mean.”

Bikky's eyes narrowed again. This guy was fucking uncanny. “Yeah, sometimes. Why?”

“Just wondering. You seemed to be thinking hard.”

“Yeah, well I try not to.” Bikky crossed his arms and looked away, determined not to talk to this guy. Jude didn't seem to mind, sipping his coffee quietly, though Bikky noticed it was more cream and sugar then coffee.

The silence dragged. Bikky felt the words bubbling up in him, and he clamped his lips tight. He didn't even talk to Ryo about this stuff. This bastard could just go to hell. He wasn't going to say one damned-

“He wasn't a bad person you know.” Bikky finally snapped.

“I never said he was.”

“Well you know, I know what everyone thinks, he dealt drugs, yeah, he was almost always fucked up, drunk or stoned. But it wasn't his fault. He just...” Bikky shook his head.

“He was sick wasn't he?” Jude asked softly.

“Yeah. Yeah he was. He coughed all the time. No one would give him a job. Not that the booze didn't have something to do with that. But he always said, you know, if someone would just give him a chance, he could turn it around.” Bikky shook his head, fishing out a piece of ice from his cup and chomping on it angrily.

“But people did give him chances, didn't they?” Jude the man had almost fallen off Bikky's radar, only his voice registered much any more, as Bikky wandered deeper into childhood memory.

“Yeah. They did. He drove a bus when I was real little, and worked at a pizza place, making pizzas...” Bikky remembered sitting at a table in the kitchen of the restaurant with a coloring book and gnarled crayon nubs, watching his dad toss the dough. “And working at a gas station, driving a cab... he never could get it together.” Bikky shrugged.

“You didn't know that at the time though, did you tiger?”

The pet name made Bikky's eyes sting, and he drew his knees up to his chest. Dee called him tiger. He wanted to be telling this to Dee, not some Joe Dumbass. Dee would understand. Dee had been there.

“Don't call me tiger. That's what Dee calls me.”

“All right, I won't.” Jude stood, and Bikky turned to him in alarm.

“Where are you going? I don't want to be here alone.” He made the admission before he could stop himself. This place was warm and soft now, like a big fuzzy towel, the memories of sitting here with Dee and Ryo that morning making it safe. But the silences and eerie emptiness, Bikky thought, could fast become scary. He still wasn't so sure that something didn't live under his bed. Being alone, not knowing where Ryo was, he didn't want to feel that.

“You won't be alone. I'm just going into the kitchen to see what's up with our food. Don't worry, I'll be here when you are ready again.” Jude smiled, and patted his shoulder.

“All right...” Bikky didn't ask what he meant by `ready again'; sometimes adults were weird, meaning something just a little different then what they said.

He watched Jude leave, rounding the corner into the kitchen and disappearing. Bikky moved deeper into the booth, leaning against the wall, stretching his legs out in front of him. His leg ached vaguely, and he rubbed it, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. God, he just wanted to go home.

Author's Note: I wasn't too sure about this chapter, but test audiences have enjoyed it, so I decided it was good enough. Let me know what you think. Additionally, I havce just written a nice hentai type piece, obviously not available on FFN, but you can find it on my website www.worldsbeyond.net0r at mediaminer. The title is `Third Time's the Charm'.