Fake Fan Fiction ❯ The Consequences of Sin ❯ Stigmata ( Prologue )

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

�Men despise not the thief if he steals to satisfy his appetite when he his hungry; yet if he be caught he must payback sevenfold; all the wealth of his house he may yield up. But he who commits adultery is a fool; he who would destroy himself does it.� ~Proverbs 6:30-33

A cold and rainy evening. Ryo recalls the terror at the begining of the week...

Anime/Manga: Fake Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Police / Hentai / Drama / Shounen | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 04.09.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 383 | Status: Work In Progress

Disclaimer: Really. What is the point of these things if no one really takes them seriously? I mean is anybody really gonna sue us for putting our FAKE boys into inhumane and evil plots packed with yaoi and angst with a little bit of humor in between? No! Who's THAT uptight anyway? *sighs* Anyways. No, I do not own the title FAKE or any of its characters pertaining to it. This is for entertainment only because I (not to mention the rest of us) am really bored. *Sighs* Though I REALLY wish I did own Dee and Ryo… ^-^

Author's Note: This is just a little something I concocted one evening… Was really depressed by the way. Boys can be so cruel, ne? Well, this popped into my head. Wonder how far this will go. Note that some of this may have allusions to the Bible. Got questions? You got my e-mail. Enjoy!

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The Consequences of Sin

***Prologue: Stigmata***

“Save me, God, for the waters have reached my neck.”~ Psalm 69:2

I wasn't sure how long it had been raining or how long I had been sitting there staring out the window at the dreary night streets of the city. It was cold, but not cold enough to snow, which would have at least softened the scraping edges of the office buildings and apartment complexes against the starless sky. Thank god that the radiator had been fixed earlier this week. The steam from the cup of tea that Bikky had so kindly prepared for me hours earlier was now cold and still untouched on the sill. It's funny really. Months ago he could barely manage to work the microwave without setting the house on fire. Now I should be so lucky if Bikky will even let me near the kitchen to make him dinner. Well, cooking is better than pick-pocketing any day, I suppose.

“Ryo?” It was Bikky's voice at my bedroom door. He knocked softly before I answered. His hand was wrapped nervously around the worn doorknob as he stepped inside. Even in the darkness of my bedroom, Bikky's bright blue eyes pierced right through it and through me. I surprised myself by managing a smile. “Do you need something, Bikky?” I asked softly. His eyes lowered to the woodworkings of the floor. I could see him physically gulp. “I… How are your hands?” he inquired gently and sat beside me on the mattress. I stared down at my hands with a little bit of shock. I had completely forgotten about it and the pain of the glass cutting my palms as it had shattered in my hands.

…I was so…

“… It's fine, Bikky,” I murmured. “Just a few cuts.

…I stared down at my hands again. The bleeding hadn't stopped since Dee had left hours ago. Penance, I guess for what happened…

Bikky's eyes wandered to the sill were the tea still sat. “Hey. You didn't even touch it,” he gruffed and took the mug in his hands.

“Sorry, Bik. I… have a lot on my mind now,” I answered as the earlier evens of that day flowed back to me quicker than the rain fell. With that answer, he promptly frowned and stared into the mug as if it were to blame for all that happened. “I don't see why you put up with that asshole,” said angrily.

“Don't talk like that about Dee, Bikky… It's a little more complicated than that,” I said and looked back out the window. “Why not?!” he shouted. “It's true that he's a selfish, perverted bastard that… that-” The mug of tea clattered to the floor as he sank to it and hugged his knees. “Oh, Bikky…” I felt my words being drowned out by the rain and angry tears as I knelt beside him. “He had… Dee has his reasons for what he said, Bikky. You didn't do anything wrong,” I whispered.

“I HATE him!!” he snapped against my chest. “I hate him…” I pulled him tightly to my chest trying desperately not to break in front of him. It wasn't Dee that he should have been angry at. Dee didn't do anything except trust me implicitly. Spend every free hour he could with the kids and me. Saved my ass from countless shoot-outs. And most of all love me more than anyone has ever done.

And that all changed. Everything when I walked into the Commissioner's office earlier that week…

“Men despise not the thief if he steals to satisfy his appetite when he his hungry; yet if he be caught he must payback sevenfold; all the wealth of his house he may yield up. But he who commits adultery is a fool; he who would destroy himself does it.” ~Proverbs 6:30-33

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*A/N*: Um, yeah. Not too sure if I wanna do the unthinkable to Dee and Ryo. Then again… I wanna be the cause of some angst, dammit. Sighs. Gimme feedback, please? I'd like to know what to do with this! This is my first FAKE fic. Sooo I will try and do the best I can!