Cocked gun , hollow barrel canvas
/B a n gM eC a n v a s/
Outside in the dark New York streets, lights and sounds mingle to create one huge but familiar blare of everything but nothing throughout the city. It's night. Darkness overwhelms the looming figures and buildings surrounding the whole area, tucked into dark corners and alleys easily.
Farther down the dusky streets are rugged old buildings, a few shattered windows and dimmed lights seeping through. Shifting but shadowed forms move across the lights and windows, swerving movements and shadows against close figures and solids nearby.
Closed and shouldered is a low but large building. Two tall brown buildings flank it strictly, the buildings desolate and dark from what can be see. With a closer look, the flanked, low building is old itself but not so as the one's beside it. In large block lettering, splashed across the top of the building's surface reads: NYPD. 27th Precinct.
Here is where an array of plot ensues.
/W i t hS o l i dG r o u n d/
"It's been so-ooo damn boring lately." Dee moans out irritably and annoyingly, huffing loudly and leaning back in his chair, lazily, momentarily.
"Well, if it weren't for you and your excessive misbehavior. Maybe, just maybe we might not have to stay here and still be writing up reports. Hmm?" I state crossly, still hunched forward over the wooden desk, scribbling down on paper. I shuffle a hand through my chestnut hair, rubbing my face tiredly.
Dee doesn't respond back though, not hurriedly anyways. He merely looks up from his writing, situated across from me and rolls his eyes in an exasperated manner.
"It's not my fault Chief can be such a tight ass at times!" He throws his hands up in the air while exclaiming this. I move away calmly from my sheets of papers and desk, planting my blue pen onto the desk. I simply cross my arms over my chest while shaking my head slowly at the same time.
Goodness Dee…sometimes, I swear. When it comes to Dee's and his antics, he's high up on the list alongside Bikky at this point. No actually, since the first day I met him he's been high up on that list. He's just fluctuated a lot throughout the long while.
"So you're saying it was wrong of him to write you up for kneeing and throwing a man from a building?" I question this abruptly and disbelievingly, my hands now gestured out and eyes wide and mouth open, watching Dee with the disbelieving look still on me and that tone already gone.
How could Dee say such a thing! If Dee doesn't cool himself down, sooner or later the Chief is going to have to give up on Dee and he may just kick him out of the force! I don't want that to happen, to Dee of all people…
Dee sighs loudly, shaking his head slightly and allowing black tendrils of his hair to shift.
"It isn't as if I didn't do the right thing!" Dee shouts and pauses, green eyes turning furious. "That bastard had his gun aimed at you! Right there, he had it coming from the get go." Dee's green eyes are flickering angrily now, underneath his furrowed gaze, leant forward against the desk, long arms braced on the edge of the desk. His green eyed gaze is locked onto mine and it's so hard to look at him, even worse when I try to turn away. It's as if, if I do, something bad will happen.
Unconsciously, I start to nibble nervously on my bottom lip, my tongue darting out hurriedly to lick my lips. At the fuming look Dee still has on me, but his wavering gaze that shifts from my own eyes to my lips leisurely, I sigh audibly.
"Dee--"
"And anyways! What harm could a drop from the third floor do?" My hand slaps the side of my face, my eyes closing briefly while I shake my head vigorously at what Dee had just asked me. Can Dee be so dense? Or is he just trying to rile me or acting stupid for my sake? I pray to god he is or I'll just be abashed and embarrassed for him. I know Dee isn't one who admires rules, with Dee there's no guarantee that he won't break a rule. More than not, he does and at this point I've gotten used to it. We argue over it of course but Dee ends up charming his way out of it…not in this case though.
"A hell of a lot you dummy! That man has four broken ribs, a broken leg and a fractured skull, last I heard." I clarify for Dee tightly, raising my eyebrow and looking over at Dee expectantly. Dee simply shrugs his loose shoulders, letting go of the table's edge and moving back from it.
"Meh. Bastard's fault for wanting to kill you, he only got what he deserved." When Dee says that, for some weird reason my whole form seems to soften, trying to stifle the soft smile that was tugging on my lips. Dee seems to notice this though, he grins broadly, a dark eyebrow raised slightly on his face. Don't soften up on him Ryo, he'll take advantage of it if you do, you know that! He always seems to do so..."I've been through worse in my days, he was lucky to get what he got." He smirks lazily, a thoughtful look makes it's way across my face, mulling over that.
Dee has a point there though, I guess it's no comparison to what Dee has been through his life. I don't know everything though…I'm not going to pester Dee about it all. I'll just, just wait it out, slowly but surely I'll find out. The same thing goes for me, I haven't told Dee everything and for that…we're even at least.
"You scare me sometimes Dee…" I say this softly, shaking my chestnut hair slowly and looking back down at the sheets in front of me. Dee leans in suddenly, hands clasped at the edge of the wooden desk, balancing himself with his braced arms like before while he leans across the desk.
"I won't be taking that as offense Ryo." Dee grins easily, causing me to look up and find Dee's grinning face close to my own. Considering the fact that I'm used to Dee constantly invading my personal space, it's nothing that I'm surprised by or startled by anymore. Usually that is…I simple blink once, watching Dee for a second before turning back to my reports. "Geez Ryo…way to break the mood." Dee groans but I don't do anything about it, used to his attempts and moanings and groanings about them. Sighing, I look up, ready to say something to Dee. Anything that would get him off the desk and back to his own side to finish his reports.
Suddenly, catching me by surprise, Dee's lips smash onto my own. My eyes widen and as does my mouth slightly. Which in turn, was a bad idea. Dee's tongue slips in between my lips and caresses lazily but swiftly within me. I bring my hands up quickly, pushing against Dee's tightly muscled arms.
"Mmmm…" I mutter urgently underneath Dee's mouth but all he seems to do is continue to kiss me. Ugh, that bastard! So damn sneaky sometimes, god! His mouth kisses me with a hidden desperateness and for some odd reason, my mouth moves under it's own accord, against Dee's. My tongue tentatively brushes with Dee's, an odd twist making it's way through my stomach. My hands pushing against Dee's arm, clutch onto the material of his white suit shirt. His lips are warm and stroke and caress over mine, tongue brisk in my mouth and flicking my tongue assertively.
I have to do something, this isn't right, I shouldn't be kissing him back, and I'm only making it worse by doing this! A small moan omits from my lips into his mouth, hands fisting and tightening onto Dee's arms. He groans back appreciatively and one hand of his reaches up to my hair, holding onto my chestnut strands lightly. He brings me in firmly, lips on lips, squashed together, moving together in matching fierceness.
"God…" Dee breathes momentarily breaking our lips, before stealing my lips once again. Okay, Dee's enjoying this a little too much as always, and I'm…I'm trying to get him off here! Now if only my body would listen…the hand in my hair, tightens and loosens variably, holding me close.
A distinct and familiar scent wafts over me, the sweet but masculine smell of Dee trailing up into my noise and drowning my senses. With one more firm kiss, Dee nibbles on my bottom lip, making me quiver underneath his lips. He moves away, smirking that knowing grin of his. His green eyes are dark and hooded slightly, looking at me with some sort of glint in them.
"Get back to work Dee. These are your reports so at least get something down so it looks as if you're not completely useless." I claim offhandedly, surprising Dee from his staring and smirking, a displeased look splashed upon his face.
Dee exhales loudly, head slumped forward while he slips back into his chair, out of his leaning-across-the-desk-so-I-can-pounce-Ryo-without-his-permission position. Dee shuffles a hand through his black strands, glancing towards me, I hunched once again, across from him.
"Yeah, yeah…" Dee mutters this as a reply, taking his pen back into his hand, slowly continuing to fill in the report.
Scratches fill up the room increasingly.
"Ass…" I mumble to myself lowly, the thought of the kiss and what Dee had done still etched into my head and apparently on my lips with the tingling feeling across them. I rake a trembling hand through my chestnut hair, pushing it back and away from my face. My face feels warm and slightly flushed by the feel of it. Why did I have to react like that though! It's only Dee--
"And you love it." Dee smirks a big smirk, looking up at me with grinning green eyes too. I growl under my breath, glaring at Dee before looking back down at my desk, reports at hand.
I didn't look up for the remainder of the time.
/S p l a t t e rT h eB l o o d/
end note: Well here's my first chapter to my first FAKE fanfic. I decided to start one, considering I finally got the whole manga series, had to buy most of them down in the states. Here up in Canada, they only had one and two from what I could see. I hope the intro makes ya wanna see what happenes next, I'll be honest and say that updates won't be really fast. I have a few stories on fictionpress that got me going on top of my Ayashi no Ceres drabble(s) on here. Thanks in advanced though for reading and reviews! XD
warning: This story contains: yaoi, so prewarning for any homophobes out there, m/m relationships, gay content and of the sort. It also includes: violence, inappropriate language, torture, abuse, and many other things that are unsuitable for childrens and people alike.
