Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Eyes ❯ In the Darkness ( Chapter 1 )

I don't own Fake, only the weird characters that I dream up, so please don't take my busfare. RyoxDee

 

~ o O . S i l v e r . E y e s . O o ~

In the Darkness

 

 

Darkness. He was surrounded by darkness. A vast, impermeable void of darkness. Not even sound penetrated the darkness. Dee shivered, turning this way and that, trying to orientate himself in the blackness. There was nothing, just that velveteen ebony mist. "Ryo? Penguin?" He cried into the darkness, and was answered with silence.

 

He couldn't decide which was worse: the darkness or the silence. He felt so alone and cold. It was a feeling he didn't like, because it was a feeling so prominant in his life. "Is anyone there?" He tried again, but already knew that no one would answer. He was utterly and completely alone.

 

A shiver rippled through his lithe body, and he wrapped his arms around himself in a vain attempt to ward off the chill. It wouldn't help. The cold was as much in his mind as it was in his skin. He picked a direction at random, not that it mattered, and started to walk.

 

He must have walked for ever through the darkness that seemed to never change. There was just blackness and silence. He closed his eyes, a sigh of defeat slipping past his lips. This is hopeless, he thought.

 

A sound suddenly shattered the silence, muffled and distorted. Dee opened his eyes as another sharp explosion echoed in the dark. Gunshot, his detective's mind supplied. As thankful as Dee was for the sound, dread welled up in his gut, causing his stomach to clench painfully.

 

He followed the sounds through the blackness, moving cautiously. It was like listening to something from the depths of a well. The noise had a hollow, echoing quality. It was frightening, even to a New York Detective. Another shot sounded beside his left ear, still eerily muted. His head snapped to the side, hand instinctively going to the gun that wasn't there. What he saw confused him to the point where he didn't know whether to laugh or scream in terror.

 

It was like a window, or maybe an old, fuzzy screen. It was like watching an old movie, complete with those annoying little lines that rippled through the picture and distracted every one. The image itself was a perfect replica of the orphanage with Mother Lane sweeping the steps.

 

Dee watched in fascination as the elderly nun finished her chore and retreated into the old building that Dee had grown up in. Something grated within Dee's mind. There was something wrong, Dee realized and turned his attention away from the scene to wrack his memory. The orphanage couldn't be the same one that Dee had spent his formative years terrorizing. That old, crumbling church had been blown up and Mother Lane injured in the blast. Shortly after, the orphanage had been relocated to a newer building with enough space to contruct a small chaple.

 

But it was the same old building that was slowly fading into the 27th precinct. The old 27th precinct. Dee frowned, shivering as he watched his partner answer the phone. He recognized the worried expression that stole upon the man's beautiful face, adn could almost place words to the rapidly whispered exchange between himself and Ryo. His gut tightened and a wave of nausea washed over him as he watched himself open the drawer to his desk, triggering the 30-second detonation of the explosives. He watched himself and his partner rush from the building, reaching safty scarce seconds before the precinct was blown sky-high.

 

The scene faded to a classroom, inhabited by himself, Ryo's adopted son Bikky, and a confused and vengeful bomber. Dee felt a twinge of pain in his left thigh as he watched himself fall to the floor, clutching that same leg. The rest was a blur, Bikky placing a vase of flowers within easy reach before being flung out the window. He saw himself shatter the vase and set about defusing the bomb. Then smoke dominated the viewing window, eerie since his ears had rung for about three days from the blast. The silence was too creepy for Dee to handle and the image thankfully shifted to something much more pleasant.

 

His second time with Ryo. Dee smiled fondly at the sweet memory, savoring the word that he held close to his heart. Then I guess this is where I say I love you too... And it wasn't just a spontaneous thing because... I love you.. More than anything. He reached out to brush a finger over the image of his beloved, only to have the tender scene shift to something else.

 

Ryo, crouched behind a large crate, gun drawn. A thin rail of blood dropped down his cheek, and one trousered leg was bloodied and stiff. The scene faded to black, leaving Dee in darknes once again. A tear ran down his own cheek. His heart knew what would happen to his gorgeous partner, even if his eyes didn't conform it. He had lost his Ryo, the one good, beautiful thing in his pathetic excuse for a life.

 

The dark-haired man fell to his knees, craddling his face in his hands as he wept. A light broke through the darkness outlining his hands. Dee looked up, rewarded with a soft, pulsating blue-silver light. He stared at it, not understanding it's signifigance. The light turned into a mist, which gathered into a tall, slender column. That column in turn solidified into the form of a beautiful young woman. Dee stared for a moment before exclaiming in a hoarse whisper. "I know you!" The woman smiled gently, stepping closer to the distraught detective. She was tall and slender, clad in a simple white gown with flowing, trailing sleeves. Her skin was pale and her long hair was a shimmering silver-white despite her youthful appearance. In fact, all of her hair was white, including her eyelashes.

 

It wasn't those little oddities that struck Dee, however. It was her eyes. Eyes with irises of molten silver that contrasted sharply with the blacks of her pupils. Silver eyes that Dee felt drawn to, that enveloped him in a serene sense of warmth and security.

 

She tilted her head to one side, still smiling softly. ::Why are you crying, dearheart?:: He could hear the words even though her lips failed to move. "I've lost him. I've lost Ryo. I can't live without him... I didn't protect him. I couldn't, just like I couldn't protect Mother. I failed them. I'll fail them all. The only thing I'm good at is hurting people. I don't deserve their love. I don't deserve to be in their lives. They're better off without me, all of them." Dee found himself sobbing, his tears blurring everything except for those eyes.

 

::Nonsense, child. Whatever makes you think that?:: Dee blinked up at her, fumbling for words that his shocked mind refused to supply. "I... But..."

 

::But nothing, Dee. Those people, they all love you. Have they given you any indication that you've ruined their lives?:: Dee shook his head, feeling small beneath that metallic gaze. ::They love you. Mother Lane loves you. And Ryo most assuredly loves you. I turned his like upside down for you,::

 

A wave of guilt washed over Dee. Ryo had given up so much to be with him. Dee didn't deserve that type of devotion or loyalty. ::Stop it, Dee. Don't ever think that Ryo regrets his decisions. Don't doubt his love.::

 

"But why should he love me? I'm a screw-up. The only thing I'm capable of doing is fucking everything up, and I drag him down with me. He said it himself, nothing good has happened to him since he met me." The woman watched him for a moment from beneath silvery-white locks. He was reminded of a cat that Mother had taken in. It would always watch him, the same way this woman was watching him now.

 

::Dee Laytner, I'm disappointed in you. You don't honestly believe that. Ryo was angry at you, yes, but anger is only a fleeting emotion. Love isn't. Love is forever, if one wills it, and Ryo loves you. Ask him yourself.:: She smiled again and extended a slender, graceful arm towards him. ::Don't ever doubt yourself, dearheart. You will never be alone. I will watch over you.:: Dee took her hand, absently noting how cold it was as he stared into her eyes. He lost himself in those molten depths, filled with a peace he had felt only a few times before. Those strange silver eyes.

 

 

 

Dee awoke with a start, vibrant green eyes wide and panicked in the darkness. I'm still there. Oh god, he looked around trying to assess his surroundings. Slowly but surely, this eyes adjusted to the darkness to find that it wasn't all that dark. Pale silver fingers of moonlight ghosted through the open window to light a path across the hardwood floors and up over the bed.

 

He looked around quickly to identify where he was before glancing at the other side of the bed to find it occupied. He let out the breath that he didn't know he had been holding. Dee leaned over the sleeping man, taking in the moonlit features that he had fallen in love with. Dirty blonde hair fanned across the pillow in a golden halo, making the peaceful, beautiful features seem even more innocent and angelic. His chest clenched at the sight of his sleeping beloved.

 

It wasn't the man's beautiful face or his slender yet firm and masculine body thta Dee had fallen in love with. Granted, he had simply lusted for the man in the beginning, but each time Ryo pushed him away, Dee found himself discovering just how pure the man was. That new-found knowledge only fueled the fire, turning the flickering flame into an inferno that threatened to consume Dee if he wasn't careful.

 

He settled back against hte covers, reaching out to gather the blonde to his chest. "Ryo..." He inhaled the man's scent, nuzzling the back of his soft neck. Ryo murmured something incomprehensible, moving to find a more comfortable position within the circle fo Dee's arms. "I love you," De whispered, a loving smile curving lips that brushed across the nape of the blonde's neck. "Even if I don't deserve you,"

 

His smile disappeared as his mind conjured up the images from the dream. The ethereal woman's words came back to him in a rush. Dee frowned, shaking his head slightly to banish the unbidden thoughts. He kissed Ryo's neck again, savoring the the slightly salty taste and the contradicting sweetness of the vanilla shampoo the blonde habitually used. Knowing the half-Japanse man had made Dee find a new appreciation for the scent.

 

"Hmm... Dee?" The green-eyed man closed his eyes, loving the way his name sounded on Ryo's sleep-heavy tongue. "Yes, Ryo?" He licked at the other's neck, tighening the circle of his arms. "'M not going to let you sleep over anymore if you don't let me get some shut-eye," Dee chuckled, stretching up to nibble on an unguarded earlobe. "It's not my fault you're so damned sexy. I can't help it if I want you all the time."

 

Ryo groaned, burying his face in his pillow and effectively pulling his abused earlobe out of Dee's reach. "You're hopeless," The words were muffled but still discernable in the quiet room. Dee blinked once, then pulled awya from Ryo's warm back. "Sorry," he muttered, blankets pooling in his lap as he sat up. "I'll head home and leave you alone,"

 

He went to stand, ready to retrieve his clothes and shoes when two arms wrapped around his waist. He wasn't prepared for the halt on his momentum and fell back against a warm, solid chest. "Dee.. " The quiet word tickled the hair around one ear, inducing an inoluntary shiver. "I don't want you to leave, I was just teasing. I'm sorry."

 

The dark-haired man turned inthe other's arms, uncertainly looking into dark brown eyes. Dee leaned in, brushing his lips over the blonde's hesitantly, and Ryo pressed back, his lips reassuring and soft. When they broke apart, Dee stared into deep pools of rich chocolate, almost hypnotized by the exotic optics. "What's wrong?" Ryo's soft voice brought him out of his half-trance.

 

"I just... I don't.. Bad dream, I guess. Sorry for waking you up," He replied, mentally kicking himself. Why was he letting a stupid dream get to him? Maybe because it had seemed so real, so possible. Maybe because he knew it was all so plausible, because it was so near his heart, bordering on his every waking thought and, apparently, his unconsious ones as well.

 

"Want to talk about it?" Dee shook his head before resting it on the blonde's shoulder. "Sure?" He nodded, kissing a bared patch of skin on the blonde's neck. Ryo fell back against the pillows, holding out his arms in silent invitation. Dee instantly covered his lover's body with his own, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Ryo's lips. "I love you," he whispered, lips ghosting over the other man's. "I love you too, Dee," Ryo whispered back, hands cupping the back of Dee's skull. With fingers threading through silky black tresses, he brought their lips together again, increasing the pressure ever to slightly to indicate what he wanted.

 

Dee willingly complied, needing the physical reassurance of his lover to ward off the nagging dream that kept trying to invade his thoughts. The ebony-haired man reached for a well-used tube that lay, still open, on the night table. The motions were automatic, but no less loving, as he prepared them both and joined together. They moved together in an unconscious yet erotic dance, coupling and flying like one.

 

After, they lay in a tangle of limbs, holding each other tightly. Dee stretched out, pulling the slightly smaller half-Japanese man ontop of him. The blonde curled close, content with his lot in life. "Feel better?" Ryo's words were lazy, tired, and filled with his love. Dee nodded, nuzzling the silky blonde hair. "I always feel good with you." Ryo smiled into Dee's chest, placing an exhausted kiss to the flesh there. "I'm glad,"

 

 

 

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