ATTENTION: YOU MIGHT WANT TO READ THE FOLLOWING. . . .
Disclaimer/Warning: Naturally, I don't own FAKE, Sanami Matoh does, and be warned, I've only watched the OVA where they met Berkley for the first time, that's it. I've never seen any other episodes (if there are any) nor have I read the manga. So if there's any misspellings of names or a different past experience and whatnot, this will still be a bloody good story (I think). ^^ Any OOCness is apologized for in advance!
Warning 2: There'll be lemons, yaoi, NCS and excessively unneeded abuse of little kids, Dee and kittens! (Actually, I lied about the kittens part but it sounds nice anyway. Does anybody see where I'm going with this???)
Warning 3: I've taken some liberties here with the story as I don't want to do the usual Dee-chase-Ryo-who-runs-but-chases-back-only-to-get-jumped-on kinda story. Facts taken for granted here are: Dee & Ryo are together, Berkley still wants to get into Ryo's pants (more badly now that he's with Dee, can you believe it @ . @) and Bikky is staying permanently with Ryo and Dee at Ryo's place, Ryo being his permanent guardian.
Enjoy and if you want more; REVIEW, ne?
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CHAPTER ONE: They're only kids, dammit.
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Cool early morning air kissed his bare skin and Dee Laytner shivered slightly as he slept. He curled his body up against that intrusive cold and a hand snaked out even amidst sleep to search for that warm body that kept him company during the night. Target found, he tugged the unresisting body closer and when that delicious 'hot water bottle' was practically skin to skin with him, he blew out a sigh and relaxed against that silky warmth.
"Dee? Are you awake?" The 'hot water bottle' asked him softly.
Clear gray eyes stayed closed, lost in the velvetiness of soft dreamless sleep and a pair of dark brown eyes rolled back in mock exasperation.
"I can't believe it. . . he can actually do that and still stay asleep?" Ryo grumbled halfheartedly and propped up his head with a free hand while the other brushed back unruly black hair from a sleeping face. He studied that beautiful form in silent, appreciative contemplation.
Lazy fingers traced a high, proud cheekbone to trail over a stubborn jaw line that said more clearly than words that this was a man who went his own way and if you can't handle it, then tough. But Ryo knew better. While that jaw can be as hard as rock, those lips, still a healthy pink despite an unrepentant habit of smoking, can turn as willfully soft and tender.
Further explorations were cut off as the comatose man gave a groan and buried his face deeper into his pillow. One outstretched hand opened and closed spasmodically while he gave another unconscious groan.
Ryo frowned, and light brown hair, streaked gold in some parts by the sun, fell into his eyes as he leant forward, giving those broad, muscled shoulders a shake. "Dee? Dee? You okay?"
In reply, both of their beepers gave a loud and annoying beeping and with a start that nearly had Ryo falling back against the bed in surprise, Dee gave a yelp and bolted upright, the sheets falling to pool in his lap.
"Huh? Wha-?" was his first intelligent words of the day and gray eyes blinked several times in confusion.
"It's our beepers Dee," came a gentle voice, penetrating his sleep-fogged mind and automatically, his befuddled gaze fell on the bedside table where two, mysterious little black boxes still emitted that ear-grating beeps.
"Oh." He blinked again and stared rather stupidly at the said objects.
A slim hand crossed his field of vision to pick up those mysterious things and with a deft flick, shut off that annoying sound for which he was profoundly grateful for. He was still trying to work out through his dead brain what the word 'beeper' meant when a face came into view.
"God, you're so out of it this morning. You're sure you okay?"
"Uh."
Sigh. "Well, the precinct put in an emergency call so we have to get ready soon. Go take a shower and I'll get breakfast ready and some hot, strong coffee, ne?"
Amazingly, he was able to do just that and some minutes later, shuffled into the kitchen more awake and definitely more alive than he was previously. It helped that the coffee today really did smelled extra strong. With a deep, theatrical groan, he flopped into a chair and laid his chin down on the table, arms hanging limply by his sides.
"Need. Coffee. Please."
Barely were the words out of his mouth when a mug was placed in front of him and he took a grateful sip. Dark, hot and bitter liquid filled his mouth and burned their way down to his stomach, giving off a nice warm glow and shooting some much needed caffeine into his starved body.
Aah. . . .he could practically feel his brain kicking to life, motors humming, and he smiled at the vision of an angel sitting opposite him. "Good morning, Ryo my love."
"Hallelujah, you're awake."
"I think so. Hey, you promised breakfast right?"
The brown-haired man shook his head apologetically. "Gomen, I'm afraid we hardly have enough time to finish our coffee even and besides, JJ called just now. He's at the crime scene. He said we better not eat anything we don't want to regurgitate later."
Dee groaned again, this time a wholehearted one. "Great, just what I need to start the week."
"It could be worse." Ryo offered in shared commiseration.
"Like what?"
"Berkley could come back from his vacation early and decided that you need to question the coroner later for an extensive report on the bodies."
With a clenched fist and sparkling eyes filled with determination, Dee jumped to his feet and punched the air. "Let's go Ryo! The good city of New York needs us! Away we fly!"
". . . . . . . ."
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Dee took a deep breath and wished he hadn't. The minute he had stepped into that abandoned warehouse, now crawling with officers, CSI team and the bloodthirsty reporters, the unmistakable stench of rotting meat and dried blood had filled his nostrils and he silently gagged. Reaching into his trench coat pocket, he pulled out a small jar of Vicks and rubbed a liberal amount of the stinging cool ointment under his offended nose. Without a word, he passed it to Ryo who took it with a grateful 'arigato' and his lover followed his suit.
It barely disguised the foul stench but it took the edge of it, at least, ensuring that for now, he won't be puking up today's coffee or last night's dinner. A shaft of sunlight streaming through a broken window highlighted light, purplish hair the two made their way over, picking their way carefully over bits of stones, glass and the forensics people scurrying all over the place.
"Hey, JJ. What is it?"
Contrary to his usual behaviour, the younger man did not try to glomp his favourite detective, instead, JJ nodded over to a marked off area beyond. Taking the unusual restraint as a sign, Dee and Ryo braced themselves mentally and walked further into the crime scene.
As their eyes fell on the grisly display, the both of them immediately gagged and stumbled back slightly. In retrospect, Dee almost wished he could throw up. It seemed fitting to what he was witnessing now.
They were little kids, boys, thirteen of them, all lined in a row. From what he could make out, they ranged in age from as young as five probably to around twelve. All of the bodies were naked, clothed only by dirt and the cuts and bruises that stained each innocent body. Slashes, now coated with dried blood decorated each wrists.
And like a hellish proclamation of despair, or maybe victory, there were written across the far wall in large letters, above a rendition of an upside down cross:
THESE ARE NOT THE CHOSEN ONES.
Disclaimer/Warning: Naturally, I don't own FAKE, Sanami Matoh does, and be warned, I've only watched the OVA where they met Berkley for the first time, that's it. I've never seen any other episodes (if there are any) nor have I read the manga. So if there's any misspellings of names or a different past experience and whatnot, this will still be a bloody good story (I think). ^^ Any OOCness is apologized for in advance!
Warning 2: There'll be lemons, yaoi, NCS and excessively unneeded abuse of little kids, Dee and kittens! (Actually, I lied about the kittens part but it sounds nice anyway. Does anybody see where I'm going with this???)
Warning 3: I've taken some liberties here with the story as I don't want to do the usual Dee-chase-Ryo-who-runs-but-chases-back-only-to-get-jumped-on kinda story. Facts taken for granted here are: Dee & Ryo are together, Berkley still wants to get into Ryo's pants (more badly now that he's with Dee, can you believe it @ . @) and Bikky is staying permanently with Ryo and Dee at Ryo's place, Ryo being his permanent guardian.
Enjoy and if you want more; REVIEW, ne?
________________________________________________________________________
CHAPTER ONE: They're only kids, dammit.
________________________________________________________________________
Cool early morning air kissed his bare skin and Dee Laytner shivered slightly as he slept. He curled his body up against that intrusive cold and a hand snaked out even amidst sleep to search for that warm body that kept him company during the night. Target found, he tugged the unresisting body closer and when that delicious 'hot water bottle' was practically skin to skin with him, he blew out a sigh and relaxed against that silky warmth.
"Dee? Are you awake?" The 'hot water bottle' asked him softly.
Clear gray eyes stayed closed, lost in the velvetiness of soft dreamless sleep and a pair of dark brown eyes rolled back in mock exasperation.
"I can't believe it. . . he can actually do that and still stay asleep?" Ryo grumbled halfheartedly and propped up his head with a free hand while the other brushed back unruly black hair from a sleeping face. He studied that beautiful form in silent, appreciative contemplation.
Lazy fingers traced a high, proud cheekbone to trail over a stubborn jaw line that said more clearly than words that this was a man who went his own way and if you can't handle it, then tough. But Ryo knew better. While that jaw can be as hard as rock, those lips, still a healthy pink despite an unrepentant habit of smoking, can turn as willfully soft and tender.
Further explorations were cut off as the comatose man gave a groan and buried his face deeper into his pillow. One outstretched hand opened and closed spasmodically while he gave another unconscious groan.
Ryo frowned, and light brown hair, streaked gold in some parts by the sun, fell into his eyes as he leant forward, giving those broad, muscled shoulders a shake. "Dee? Dee? You okay?"
In reply, both of their beepers gave a loud and annoying beeping and with a start that nearly had Ryo falling back against the bed in surprise, Dee gave a yelp and bolted upright, the sheets falling to pool in his lap.
"Huh? Wha-?" was his first intelligent words of the day and gray eyes blinked several times in confusion.
"It's our beepers Dee," came a gentle voice, penetrating his sleep-fogged mind and automatically, his befuddled gaze fell on the bedside table where two, mysterious little black boxes still emitted that ear-grating beeps.
"Oh." He blinked again and stared rather stupidly at the said objects.
A slim hand crossed his field of vision to pick up those mysterious things and with a deft flick, shut off that annoying sound for which he was profoundly grateful for. He was still trying to work out through his dead brain what the word 'beeper' meant when a face came into view.
"God, you're so out of it this morning. You're sure you okay?"
"Uh."
Sigh. "Well, the precinct put in an emergency call so we have to get ready soon. Go take a shower and I'll get breakfast ready and some hot, strong coffee, ne?"
Amazingly, he was able to do just that and some minutes later, shuffled into the kitchen more awake and definitely more alive than he was previously. It helped that the coffee today really did smelled extra strong. With a deep, theatrical groan, he flopped into a chair and laid his chin down on the table, arms hanging limply by his sides.
"Need. Coffee. Please."
Barely were the words out of his mouth when a mug was placed in front of him and he took a grateful sip. Dark, hot and bitter liquid filled his mouth and burned their way down to his stomach, giving off a nice warm glow and shooting some much needed caffeine into his starved body.
Aah. . . .he could practically feel his brain kicking to life, motors humming, and he smiled at the vision of an angel sitting opposite him. "Good morning, Ryo my love."
"Hallelujah, you're awake."
"I think so. Hey, you promised breakfast right?"
The brown-haired man shook his head apologetically. "Gomen, I'm afraid we hardly have enough time to finish our coffee even and besides, JJ called just now. He's at the crime scene. He said we better not eat anything we don't want to regurgitate later."
Dee groaned again, this time a wholehearted one. "Great, just what I need to start the week."
"It could be worse." Ryo offered in shared commiseration.
"Like what?"
"Berkley could come back from his vacation early and decided that you need to question the coroner later for an extensive report on the bodies."
With a clenched fist and sparkling eyes filled with determination, Dee jumped to his feet and punched the air. "Let's go Ryo! The good city of New York needs us! Away we fly!"
". . . . . . . ."
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Dee took a deep breath and wished he hadn't. The minute he had stepped into that abandoned warehouse, now crawling with officers, CSI team and the bloodthirsty reporters, the unmistakable stench of rotting meat and dried blood had filled his nostrils and he silently gagged. Reaching into his trench coat pocket, he pulled out a small jar of Vicks and rubbed a liberal amount of the stinging cool ointment under his offended nose. Without a word, he passed it to Ryo who took it with a grateful 'arigato' and his lover followed his suit.
It barely disguised the foul stench but it took the edge of it, at least, ensuring that for now, he won't be puking up today's coffee or last night's dinner. A shaft of sunlight streaming through a broken window highlighted light, purplish hair the two made their way over, picking their way carefully over bits of stones, glass and the forensics people scurrying all over the place.
"Hey, JJ. What is it?"
Contrary to his usual behaviour, the younger man did not try to glomp his favourite detective, instead, JJ nodded over to a marked off area beyond. Taking the unusual restraint as a sign, Dee and Ryo braced themselves mentally and walked further into the crime scene.
As their eyes fell on the grisly display, the both of them immediately gagged and stumbled back slightly. In retrospect, Dee almost wished he could throw up. It seemed fitting to what he was witnessing now.
They were little kids, boys, thirteen of them, all lined in a row. From what he could make out, they ranged in age from as young as five probably to around twelve. All of the bodies were naked, clothed only by dirt and the cuts and bruises that stained each innocent body. Slashes, now coated with dried blood decorated each wrists.
And like a hellish proclamation of despair, or maybe victory, there were written across the far wall in large letters, above a rendition of an upside down cross:
THESE ARE NOT THE CHOSEN ONES.