This story idea came from watching a re-run episode of Crossing Jordan a few weeks ago, and the first chapter is inspired by one of (very few, I am sorry to admit) good FAKE fanfics on this site. I hope you like it!!! It's full of angsty love and drama. ::feels special:: Gotta love it. Haha.
FYI: This takes place before the last act in the last manga. So forget that part ever existed, mmkay?
I do not own FAKE, FAKE (officically) owns me.
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"Good morning, partner." Dee smiled, walking up to Ryo who was sitting at his desk. Ryo was behaving a little strangely, spacing out instead of diligently working. Leaning down, Dee attempted to place a solitary kiss on his partner's cheek. Ryo chose that time to snap to attention and pushed Dee away before the kiss could be planted. Taken aback, Dee looked at his partner strangely. "What's up, bud?"
"No-- nothing." Ryo said, refusing to meet the dark-haired detective's eyes. Standing up, the flustered cop (Ryo) muttered, "I have to... uh... go do something." With that, Ryo left the office, leaving a baffled detective (Dee) behind.
Once Dee had regained his composure, he looked over at Ryo's desk. He pulled up his lover's chair and looked at the paper's sitting on the top of the pile. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Just some past case files and scribbled in notes made by Ryo. Shifting through the paperwork, one set of papers seemed to catch Dee's eye. Reaching out for them, he pulled them out of the concealed hiding place and skimmed down. His body seemed to stop functioning. His jaw dropping open, his lungs seemed to stop breathing, his heart felt like it had stopped beating. He was consumed with horrified shock. What he held in his hands signified the end of his life, in his eyes. It would have been just the same if he held his own death certificate. When he could move again, Dee rushed out of the office, taking the papers with him.
"And that's the schedule." Berkeley finished.
"Sounds reasonable." The "badger" chief nodded his head, placing his hand on his chin. "I'll run this by the rest of my squad and get back to you."
"Alright, then." Berkeley agreed. The meeting between the commisioner and the chief was abruptely drawn to a close when the door was slammed open.
"BADGER!!!!"
Angered by the constant nickname and the fact that his meeting had been interrupted, the chief growled at Dee, his eyes narrowed. "Laytner! Don't call me that!"
"Maybe..." Berkeley suggested, rising up from his chair and leaving the office slowly. "I should take care of this schedule myself, chief." He was about to leave the room when Dee stormed in the office, up to the "badger" and slammed the papers he had stolen from Ryo on the chief's desk.
"Why the hell does Ryo have transfer papers, huh?!" He demanded.
"What!?" Berkeley asked in horror as he spun to face the chief as well. The old man was backed against the wall, both figuratively and literally. Placing his hands up in surrender, he could say nothing to get him out of that situation alive.
"Why are you sending him away? Are you not satisfied with his work? Cuz he's the best damned cop here!" Dee yelled. It was through all this commotion that the chief understood why Dee was coming after him and not Ryo.
"You think I gave him the papers? You think I am making him leave this precinct?" He inquired in annoyance.
"What else is there to think?" Dee snapped. "Tell me why you're transferring him!"
"I'm not!" The chief spat back venomously. "He wanted the transfer!" Both Dee and Berkeley froze at the news, their eyes opened wide and their pupils dialated.
"Wha-- what?" Dee finally managed to choke out. The chief sighed heavily and dropped his head.
"He wanted the transfer." He repeated.
"Why?"
"Ask him! I have work to do!" With that, he pulled the two men out of his office and pushed them into the hallway before slamming shut his door. Berkeley was upset, but knew he could do nothing about Ryo's ultimate decision. Therefore, he went to do what he set out to do in the first place. Dee leaned against the wall and sighed heavily. Still shaken up, he let the papers fall from his hands and land on the floor with a flutter. He still could not believe it. Why did Ryo not tell him?
After Dee's shift was over that night, he went over to Ryo's place instead of going home. Knocking on the door, he did not get an answer from within. Dee narrowed his eyes and pounded his fist against the entrance to Ryo's apartment. "Let me in, Ryo!"
"I'm not going to, Dee." He heard Ryo's voice from within. Dee growled. Pounding on the door harder, he yelled,
"Dammit, Ryo! Lemme in already! I have to talk to you!"
"I don't have to talk to you!"
"Just let me in, you catty bitch!" He screamed. That remark worked as planned, causing Ryo's angered emotions to get the better of him and he opened the door to yell at Dee.
"I am not a catty bitch, you dick!" He yelled. Before he even knew it was happening, Dee had pushed Ryo back and gotten into the house. Ryo remained silent for several moments until Dee had locked the door behind him. "I'm gonna call the police, Dee." Ryo threatened, his eyes narrowed in anger. "I told you I did not want you in here."
"No, you said you did not want to talk to me." Dee pointed out. "And I am the police, genius."
"You're trespassing."
"I'm your parntner."
"This is not your house."
"But I stay here all the time and I have a key to it." Dee pointed out. He then sighed heavily and shook his head, stopping the futile arguement that the two of them were having. He knew that Ryo was avoiding the subject and he would not let that happen. "Ryo," Dee said slowly. "Tell me why you're leaving." This statement caught the light haired detective off guard. Sadness and guilt consumed Ryo as he looked down and avoided his gaze. Turning around and walking into the livingroom, Ryo said nothing. As Dee watched his retreating back, it was not until later that he noticed all the boxes around the room, now that his attention was not placed solely on Ryo. "Shit. You're really serious about leaving, aren't you?" He asked his partner, but once again received no answer as he disappeared into the livingroom. Dee followed him. "Ryo?" Ryo still ignored him and collapsed onto the couch. Getting annoyed, Dee marched over to him and sat beside him. "Answer me, dammit!"
"I'm leaving the precinct." Ryo stated quietly.
"I know." Dee said unnecessarily.
"I'm moving away."
"Where?"
"Chicago." Dee's mouth dropped open.
"Chi-- Chicago...?" He repeated, getting a nod of the head from his partner in response. "Why?" To that question, Dee did not receive an answer. He tried getting more information out of him a different way. "Maybe I could go with you." He half-joked (meaning he was half-serious). Ryo shook his head.
"No, Dee."
"Why are you leaving then?" Dee asked, feeling his heart break. In the back of his mind was a voice that was yelling at him to stop asking questions. This voice had the cooperation of the sickening coldness that engulfed Dee's stomach. He knew he was about to hear something awful.
"There are too many painful memories here." Ryo stated, sounding like a mysterious jester.
"Like your parents?" Dee asked, thinking that as the only one. He knew Ryo was still pained and haunted by it. But Ryo shook his head in response.
"There's that," he admitted. "But... there's something else as well."
"What?" Dee asked as that warning voice in his head screamed louder and echoed in his ears.
Ryo looked up and finally met the eyes of his fellow detective, who looked back at him in much confusion. "It's you, Dee. I... I can't be around you..." Dee was shocked. He felt his heart shatter as if it was shot through with a pistol.
"Why not?" Dee choked out, trying with all his strength to hold back the tears that threatened to spill out of his eyes.
"Because I don't love you!" He cried, his emotions and stress taking over him. He jumped up from the couch. "You love me so muich and I can't return your feelings!" Tears washed like a wave down his face. "I can't handle hurting you anymore, Dee! I just can't do it! Without me around, you can be free to fall for someone else! Someone who can love you! I can't stay here. I can't stay with you."
Dee narrowed his eyes. Walking up to the man he loved, he placed his hands on his shoulders, pulled him roughly closer and kissed him. He felt Ryo's tears spalsh on his cheeks as they kissed. Ryo struggled and finally managed to push Dee away. "Don't!" He exclaimed, crying even harder. Dee was still in an irreversable state of shock. "I'm so sorry, Dee." He said quietly before he rushed out of the room. He ran to his bedroom to lock the door. Dee let himself out and left Ryo's building for good. It was not until he did leave that the full reality of the situation struck him. He leaned against the side of a building across the street from Ryo's apartment complex and he clutched his chest. Tears leaked from his deep green eyes, splashing to the feet below him like suicide bombers. The dairk-haired detective could not breathe. He could barely move. All he could do was stay in misery, unable to connect with the world around him. He had been officially dumped.