This is actually one of the first Fake fic concepts I ever had. I started it, abandoned it for a while, then came back to finish it several months ago. So I thought I'd put it up.
OH! Two warnings. If you wandered in here by accident, not knowing what Fake is, it's a Yaoi story, and I have a Yuri storyline running through this fic. So if this bothers you go check out my non-yaoi stuff, 'kay?
Warning two, since I've discovered this can bother people too, is I have some new age stuff going on with one of the characters. Tarot cards, spirit channeling, ect. It's not a big part of the story, but it's there. So be forewarned, cuz I found out a girl in a club a friend is in actually quit reading a manga cuz it started to include ghosts in it. So be forewarned, and if neither of that bothers you, read on and enjoy!
Salmon
Erin couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration as she paced besides the bars of the cell. It was rare something got to her in such a way, but this was a rare situation. Finally she kicked the bars in a final wave of anger.
"That will change nothing." Her companion commented.
"It makes *me* feel better." Erin replied, peering out through the bars to see if her action had brought any attention to them. Erin, a rather imposing figure with short midnight hair and sapphire eyes, was dressed in black dresspants and a black satin shirt with full sleeves and a peplum. She wore short black boots that tied up the front and carried a dark blue cape over one arm. "No one even cares what we're doing in here...Are you just gonna let us rot?!" She shouted out. Noone replied. "Can you believe this?" When her companion did not reply she turned to look at her.
Melody Web, a dainty girl with platinum blonde hair and green eyes so light they were almost transparent was kneeling on the floor. She was dressed in a silver cami and a full skirt covered in multi-colored layers of chiffon. Her silver slip-ons were to one side of her and she'd pulled a piece of chalk out of a pouch that hung around her neck, which she was using to draw a circle on the floor.
Erin sighed. "Honey, we're in the middle of a crisis. Can't this wait?"
Melody looked up with hurt eyes. "Darling, you know how important this is to me." She replied.
Erin sighed. "Alright, fine. I just hope you're not in the middle of channeling when the lawyer comes."
"Don't be silly. I'm not going to channel. I'm just going to ask a few yes or no questions of the spirit realm." She put the chalk back in its pouch and pulled a quartz crystal on a string off from around her neck.
Erin stood up and paced to the bars again. "Ask if we're getting out of here."
"The future is full of possibilites. The slightest occurance can change everything."
"Yah...no kidding..." Erin touched the bars in front of her.
Black & White
A Fake Fanfic
"I don't know why I don't believe they're guilty. I just do." Ryo, a man with full blonde hair and oddly dark eyes, dressed in grey dress pants, a white button shirt, and a grey vest, paced in front of Dee's desk. Ryo's partner, a dark-haired man with green eyes and dressed in a lary suit, watched him in frustration.
"The chief isn't going to take that as an answer." Dee told him. "Everyone else thinks they did it."
"Do you?" Ryo turned to his partner.
Dee frowned. "I just can't figure out why two people who seem so intelligent would make such a stupid mistake if they were guilty. Leaving behind a weapon marked with their business logo...it sounds like a set up."
"It is a set up. I know it...they aren't guilty, Dee." Ryo began to pace again.
"Unfortunately noone else believes it."
"So that's it? They're not guilty - Oh well. Move on?" Ryo was very disturbed by the situation. He continued to pace.
"I didn't say that." Dee began. "I...will you sit down??"
Ryo paused, then flung himself into his seat. "We have to prove it, Dee. We have to prove Erin and Melody aren't guilty."
Dee ran a hand over his face. It was going to be a long day.
"They have no alibi. The victims were murdered by Erin's tools. What more proof do you need?"
"How about a motive?" Ryo asked. "A purpose."
Taicho, the chief of the NYPD's 27th precinct sat back with a frown, and a shake of his head. "They're just random killings."
"Erin and Melody don't seem capable of going on a picnic without a plan." Dee broke in. "Do they really seem to fit this scenario?"
"They were killed with Erin's own tools. What's her explanation for that?"
"They were stolen." Ryo spoke up.
"But not reported?"
"C'mon, chief, you know crimes go unreported every day." Dee put in.
"They weren't stolen - they were used in the murders. Committed by those two girls."
"Why would she buy new tools if they weren't stolen? Why not just keep using the others?"
"How should I know? Why don't you ask them?"
"I don't believe it. Something's not fitting right." Ryo spoke up again. "This is our case, you've got to let us keep investigating."
"This case is closed." Taicho told them in no uncertain tone.
"Well, what now?" Dee asked Ryo.
"Let's go talk to the girls." Ryo suggested.
"Ryo, you heard - "
"Are you willing to let this go? Believing they're not guilty?" Dee paused, looking down at Ryo. (Um, he's taller, right?) He sighed. "If we're gonna do this we'll have to do it on our own time, y'know. Completely off the record."
Ryo swallowed, and nodded. "I know. But I can't give this up. Not as long as I believe Erin and Melody are innocent."
"Then let's go talk to them."
Erin sat against the cell bars, the top buttons of her shirt undone. Melody lay asleep on the uncomfortable bench on one side of the cell, using Erin's cape as a pillow. Erin stood up and walked over, brushing a stray hair from the other girls' face. "Mmm...thank-you, beloved..." Melody whispered before drifting back to sleep. Erin sighed, envying Melody's ability to sleep anywhere; anytime.
The sound of the door opening drew Erin's attention. She spotted Dee and Ryo outside the cell and scowled. "Well, if it isn't Officers Laytner and McClane. The very men responsible for this mess." She strode across the cell. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Lawsuit?"
"We didn't do this, Erin. We fought against your arrest." Ryo told her.
"Yah, you fought real hard." Erin quipped.
"We're here to help you." Dee told her.
"Your kind of help we can do without."
"Erin, don't. They're the only ones capable of helping us." Melody spoke up. "We need to trust them."
Erin turned. Melody was sitting up. "Trust them? We told them everything we knew. We told them about the stolen equipment even. That got us real far."
"Someone is setting you two up to take the fall for their dirtywork." Dee broke in. "You need to trust someone."
"They're right, Erin. Who else can we turn to?" Melody stood up and walked calmly up to the bars, right in front of Ryo. "You'll help us, won't you?"
"We want to. But we have to find out who did this, and it won't be easy. If you've remembered anything else..."
"Like what?" Erin queried. "We told you everything. My tools were stolen. I don't know by who. That's your department."
"Were the tools the only things stolen?" Dee asked.
"Yes!...er, well, no...A ring. Or a practice one."
"Practice?"
"Well, I wanted to make sure the real ring was perfect so I practiced with scraps. It was just aluminum and glass, no gems or anything. As it was it was worthless so I wasn't worried."
"What ring?" Melody blinked.
"Don't worry about it, Honey." Erin squeezed her hand. "It was just a private little experiment. No big deal."
"Hmm..."
"The murderer must have the ring." Ryo frowned. "That could help."
"What does it look like?"
Melody looked at Erin expectantly, but Erin glanced at her nervously. "Kind-of pretty. Silver metal. Twisted band." She explained a little." Um...if you want to see it, it's in my workshop. Black cabinet, grey box - second shelf. The only grey box in the cabinet."
"Is the cabinet locked?" Dee asked pointedly.
"Of course." Erin replied. "They took my keys, and locked them up with the rest of our stuff. Silver's the front door. Gold's my workshop. The cabinet keys are color coordinated. Black cabinet, black key."
"One more thing." Ryo spoke up. "Why do you have one-way airline tickets to France?"
"We're going on vacation next month!" Melody was excited. "All over Europe. Just the two of us!" She grabbed Erin's arm.
"Why one-way tickets?"
Melody paused, looking up at Erin. "That was your idea."
"Look in the cabinet." Erin told them. "That'll explain everything."
"We're going to prove you're innocent." Ryo told them, walking toward the door. Melody returned to the bench.
Erin grabbed Dee's arm. "I wasn't born yesterday." She whispered quickly. "You're going against orders, aren't you?" Dee nodded. "Our chances aren't good, are they?"
"Don't give up yet. We're pretty good." Dee whispered back.
"If you can't get us both off, if you can ony get Melody..." Erin trailed off.
"We'll get you both off." Dee told her. "Trust us." Erin released his arm and he joined Ryo at the door. With one last glance at Erin and Melody they left.
Erin clung to the cell bars until her knuckles tunred white. Then two thin arms surrounded her waist, and Melody pressed against her back. Erin relaxed automatically, her hands loosening their grip. "I love you." Melody spoke softly.
Erin took hold of one of Melody's hands, bringing it up to her lips and kissing it gently. "I love you, too." She replied brokenly, tears streaming down her face.
It was nightime. The house sat unlit, still roped off by police tape. "You ready?" Dee asked Ryo, picking Erin's keys up off the dashboard.
"Yah." Ryo sighed, climbing out of the car. Dee followed him up to the front door. Ryo stepped aside to let Dee unlock the door. "Do you want to check the workshop first?"
"I want to see that ring." Dee clicked on his flashlight, looking around the entry hall. "Which way?"
"I don't know." Ryo replied, clicking on his flashlight now that the door was closed.
"Let's try this way." Dee started off. "What are we looking for exactly? Besides the ring."
"Anything that can provide the girls with an alibi, or prove Erin's tools were stolen." Ryo told him, as they walked up the hallway.
"This house is huge. How do they find their way from one place to another?" Dee glanced in several doors. "Without getting lost."
"Erin said Melody has lived here her whole life. She moved in two years ago - after the death of Melody's parents." Ryo looked around.
"They're very open about their relationship. aren't they?"
"They seem to be, yes." Ryo nodded. "Why?"
"Alot of people wouldn't like them for that."
"You think the murders where commited just to frame Erin and Melody?" Ryo paused. "That's an unpleasant thought."
"It's a possibility...There's a number of possibilities." Dee replied, trying another door. "Locked." He tried the gold key. The lock clicked. "Erin's workshop." He opened the door, entering. Ryo followed him in.
The one side was full of cabinets. The other held a furnace, various tools, and one stool. Ryo shone his flashlight around the room. "There's the black cabinet." He walked over. "I wonder what she meant when she said looking in here would explain everything about their trip."
"I wonder why she didn't want to explain. the ring." Dee unlocked the cabinet, and opened it. "Looks like alot of jewelry boxes."
"She is a jewelry welder." Ryo reminded Dee.
"Yah, so what's the big deal with the cabinet? Grey box...second shelf...up or down?"
"There." Ryo pointed, and drew his hand back.
Dee looked at him sarcastically. "Afraid it will bite?" He teased his partner. Ryo flushed. Dee picked the box up with a grin, and flipped the top up. He paused, then let out a low whistle, holding it up. "An engagement ring."
"...they were going to get married in Europe." Ryo whispered. "That's why only one way tickets."
"Explains the tickets. Won't help their case." Dee stood up with a sigh. He closed and pocketed the box. Locking the cabinet again. "If the ring was stolen the same time as the tools it means the murderers took a liking to it. Could be wearing it. But given the number or people in New York that'll be like looking for a needle in a haystack."
"Dee, look." Ryo turned away from a filing cabinet; papers in his hand.
"What?" Dee joined him.
"These are the forms from when Erin bought her new tools.
"...Two weeks before the first murder."
"It's not much, but - "
"But it's a start." Dee finished Ryo's sentence. "Not enough to prove the tools were stolen, but a start."
"How can we prove they were stolen?" Ryo queried.
"I don't know yet."
"We'll have to check that out tomorrow at work. I think..." Dee trailed off.
"You think what?" Ryo asked him. Dee put a finger to his lips, signaling for Ryo to be quiet. He nodded his head toward the door. Ryo frowned and listened. Footsteps. Someone else was in the house. Ryo unholstered his gun and Dee and he moved toward the door. Dee clicked off his flashlight, pulling out his own gun. The door opened, and two figures moved in, one clicking on a flashlight. "NYPD Freeze!" Ryo stepped behind them. The two figures whirled, the one dropping the flashlight. Dee clicked on the lights.
Two teenage boys, one dark-haired, one light-haired, and dressed in jeans and t-shirts, looked at them hesitantly. The dark-haired one had a gym bag over his shoulder. The light-haired had been the one who dropped the flashlight.
"Start talking, who are you?" Dee pulled out his badge.
"I'm Mark Parris, and this is my cousing Calob." The dark-haired boy spoke first. "We live next door. Calob thought he saw someone go in, so we came to check it out. We didn't know you were cops."
"Why didn't you call the police instead of breaking in?"
"We were concerned about Erin and Mel's things. They're real nice, and we wouldn't want anything happening to their place." Calob spoke up.
"We were just trying to be neighborly....you're not gonna arrest us, are you?" Mark queried.
Ryo glanced over at Dee. Dee holstered his gun, and Ryo did the same. "Well, we'll forget we ever saw you if you forget you ever saw us."
"Deal." Mark held out his hand. Dee paused a moment before taking it. When Mark went to pull his hand away Dee held onto it for a moment.
"That's a fascinating ring." He mentioned, then let go.
Mark paused, then smiled. "It was a present from someone." He mentioned casually. "We'll be going now." He left, followed by Calob.
Dee leaned against the doorframe, watching as the two disappeared around a corner. He then reached into his pocket, pulling out the grey box and flipping open the lid. Ryo followed his gaze to the ring inside...identical to the one Mark had been wearing.
To Be Continued...
Salmon 2002
The story originally wasn't much longer than this, but after re-reading the rest of it, I decided it was too choppy. I'm going to fix it up; add some more scenes; ect. Then I'll put it up the ending.
OH! Two warnings. If you wandered in here by accident, not knowing what Fake is, it's a Yaoi story, and I have a Yuri storyline running through this fic. So if this bothers you go check out my non-yaoi stuff, 'kay?
Warning two, since I've discovered this can bother people too, is I have some new age stuff going on with one of the characters. Tarot cards, spirit channeling, ect. It's not a big part of the story, but it's there. So be forewarned, cuz I found out a girl in a club a friend is in actually quit reading a manga cuz it started to include ghosts in it. So be forewarned, and if neither of that bothers you, read on and enjoy!
Salmon
Erin couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration as she paced besides the bars of the cell. It was rare something got to her in such a way, but this was a rare situation. Finally she kicked the bars in a final wave of anger.
"That will change nothing." Her companion commented.
"It makes *me* feel better." Erin replied, peering out through the bars to see if her action had brought any attention to them. Erin, a rather imposing figure with short midnight hair and sapphire eyes, was dressed in black dresspants and a black satin shirt with full sleeves and a peplum. She wore short black boots that tied up the front and carried a dark blue cape over one arm. "No one even cares what we're doing in here...Are you just gonna let us rot?!" She shouted out. Noone replied. "Can you believe this?" When her companion did not reply she turned to look at her.
Melody Web, a dainty girl with platinum blonde hair and green eyes so light they were almost transparent was kneeling on the floor. She was dressed in a silver cami and a full skirt covered in multi-colored layers of chiffon. Her silver slip-ons were to one side of her and she'd pulled a piece of chalk out of a pouch that hung around her neck, which she was using to draw a circle on the floor.
Erin sighed. "Honey, we're in the middle of a crisis. Can't this wait?"
Melody looked up with hurt eyes. "Darling, you know how important this is to me." She replied.
Erin sighed. "Alright, fine. I just hope you're not in the middle of channeling when the lawyer comes."
"Don't be silly. I'm not going to channel. I'm just going to ask a few yes or no questions of the spirit realm." She put the chalk back in its pouch and pulled a quartz crystal on a string off from around her neck.
Erin stood up and paced to the bars again. "Ask if we're getting out of here."
"The future is full of possibilites. The slightest occurance can change everything."
"Yah...no kidding..." Erin touched the bars in front of her.
Black & White
A Fake Fanfic
"I don't know why I don't believe they're guilty. I just do." Ryo, a man with full blonde hair and oddly dark eyes, dressed in grey dress pants, a white button shirt, and a grey vest, paced in front of Dee's desk. Ryo's partner, a dark-haired man with green eyes and dressed in a lary suit, watched him in frustration.
"The chief isn't going to take that as an answer." Dee told him. "Everyone else thinks they did it."
"Do you?" Ryo turned to his partner.
Dee frowned. "I just can't figure out why two people who seem so intelligent would make such a stupid mistake if they were guilty. Leaving behind a weapon marked with their business logo...it sounds like a set up."
"It is a set up. I know it...they aren't guilty, Dee." Ryo began to pace again.
"Unfortunately noone else believes it."
"So that's it? They're not guilty - Oh well. Move on?" Ryo was very disturbed by the situation. He continued to pace.
"I didn't say that." Dee began. "I...will you sit down??"
Ryo paused, then flung himself into his seat. "We have to prove it, Dee. We have to prove Erin and Melody aren't guilty."
Dee ran a hand over his face. It was going to be a long day.
"They have no alibi. The victims were murdered by Erin's tools. What more proof do you need?"
"How about a motive?" Ryo asked. "A purpose."
Taicho, the chief of the NYPD's 27th precinct sat back with a frown, and a shake of his head. "They're just random killings."
"Erin and Melody don't seem capable of going on a picnic without a plan." Dee broke in. "Do they really seem to fit this scenario?"
"They were killed with Erin's own tools. What's her explanation for that?"
"They were stolen." Ryo spoke up.
"But not reported?"
"C'mon, chief, you know crimes go unreported every day." Dee put in.
"They weren't stolen - they were used in the murders. Committed by those two girls."
"Why would she buy new tools if they weren't stolen? Why not just keep using the others?"
"How should I know? Why don't you ask them?"
"I don't believe it. Something's not fitting right." Ryo spoke up again. "This is our case, you've got to let us keep investigating."
"This case is closed." Taicho told them in no uncertain tone.
"Well, what now?" Dee asked Ryo.
"Let's go talk to the girls." Ryo suggested.
"Ryo, you heard - "
"Are you willing to let this go? Believing they're not guilty?" Dee paused, looking down at Ryo. (Um, he's taller, right?) He sighed. "If we're gonna do this we'll have to do it on our own time, y'know. Completely off the record."
Ryo swallowed, and nodded. "I know. But I can't give this up. Not as long as I believe Erin and Melody are innocent."
"Then let's go talk to them."
Erin sat against the cell bars, the top buttons of her shirt undone. Melody lay asleep on the uncomfortable bench on one side of the cell, using Erin's cape as a pillow. Erin stood up and walked over, brushing a stray hair from the other girls' face. "Mmm...thank-you, beloved..." Melody whispered before drifting back to sleep. Erin sighed, envying Melody's ability to sleep anywhere; anytime.
The sound of the door opening drew Erin's attention. She spotted Dee and Ryo outside the cell and scowled. "Well, if it isn't Officers Laytner and McClane. The very men responsible for this mess." She strode across the cell. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Lawsuit?"
"We didn't do this, Erin. We fought against your arrest." Ryo told her.
"Yah, you fought real hard." Erin quipped.
"We're here to help you." Dee told her.
"Your kind of help we can do without."
"Erin, don't. They're the only ones capable of helping us." Melody spoke up. "We need to trust them."
Erin turned. Melody was sitting up. "Trust them? We told them everything we knew. We told them about the stolen equipment even. That got us real far."
"Someone is setting you two up to take the fall for their dirtywork." Dee broke in. "You need to trust someone."
"They're right, Erin. Who else can we turn to?" Melody stood up and walked calmly up to the bars, right in front of Ryo. "You'll help us, won't you?"
"We want to. But we have to find out who did this, and it won't be easy. If you've remembered anything else..."
"Like what?" Erin queried. "We told you everything. My tools were stolen. I don't know by who. That's your department."
"Were the tools the only things stolen?" Dee asked.
"Yes!...er, well, no...A ring. Or a practice one."
"Practice?"
"Well, I wanted to make sure the real ring was perfect so I practiced with scraps. It was just aluminum and glass, no gems or anything. As it was it was worthless so I wasn't worried."
"What ring?" Melody blinked.
"Don't worry about it, Honey." Erin squeezed her hand. "It was just a private little experiment. No big deal."
"Hmm..."
"The murderer must have the ring." Ryo frowned. "That could help."
"What does it look like?"
Melody looked at Erin expectantly, but Erin glanced at her nervously. "Kind-of pretty. Silver metal. Twisted band." She explained a little." Um...if you want to see it, it's in my workshop. Black cabinet, grey box - second shelf. The only grey box in the cabinet."
"Is the cabinet locked?" Dee asked pointedly.
"Of course." Erin replied. "They took my keys, and locked them up with the rest of our stuff. Silver's the front door. Gold's my workshop. The cabinet keys are color coordinated. Black cabinet, black key."
"One more thing." Ryo spoke up. "Why do you have one-way airline tickets to France?"
"We're going on vacation next month!" Melody was excited. "All over Europe. Just the two of us!" She grabbed Erin's arm.
"Why one-way tickets?"
Melody paused, looking up at Erin. "That was your idea."
"Look in the cabinet." Erin told them. "That'll explain everything."
"We're going to prove you're innocent." Ryo told them, walking toward the door. Melody returned to the bench.
Erin grabbed Dee's arm. "I wasn't born yesterday." She whispered quickly. "You're going against orders, aren't you?" Dee nodded. "Our chances aren't good, are they?"
"Don't give up yet. We're pretty good." Dee whispered back.
"If you can't get us both off, if you can ony get Melody..." Erin trailed off.
"We'll get you both off." Dee told her. "Trust us." Erin released his arm and he joined Ryo at the door. With one last glance at Erin and Melody they left.
Erin clung to the cell bars until her knuckles tunred white. Then two thin arms surrounded her waist, and Melody pressed against her back. Erin relaxed automatically, her hands loosening their grip. "I love you." Melody spoke softly.
Erin took hold of one of Melody's hands, bringing it up to her lips and kissing it gently. "I love you, too." She replied brokenly, tears streaming down her face.
It was nightime. The house sat unlit, still roped off by police tape. "You ready?" Dee asked Ryo, picking Erin's keys up off the dashboard.
"Yah." Ryo sighed, climbing out of the car. Dee followed him up to the front door. Ryo stepped aside to let Dee unlock the door. "Do you want to check the workshop first?"
"I want to see that ring." Dee clicked on his flashlight, looking around the entry hall. "Which way?"
"I don't know." Ryo replied, clicking on his flashlight now that the door was closed.
"Let's try this way." Dee started off. "What are we looking for exactly? Besides the ring."
"Anything that can provide the girls with an alibi, or prove Erin's tools were stolen." Ryo told him, as they walked up the hallway.
"This house is huge. How do they find their way from one place to another?" Dee glanced in several doors. "Without getting lost."
"Erin said Melody has lived here her whole life. She moved in two years ago - after the death of Melody's parents." Ryo looked around.
"They're very open about their relationship. aren't they?"
"They seem to be, yes." Ryo nodded. "Why?"
"Alot of people wouldn't like them for that."
"You think the murders where commited just to frame Erin and Melody?" Ryo paused. "That's an unpleasant thought."
"It's a possibility...There's a number of possibilities." Dee replied, trying another door. "Locked." He tried the gold key. The lock clicked. "Erin's workshop." He opened the door, entering. Ryo followed him in.
The one side was full of cabinets. The other held a furnace, various tools, and one stool. Ryo shone his flashlight around the room. "There's the black cabinet." He walked over. "I wonder what she meant when she said looking in here would explain everything about their trip."
"I wonder why she didn't want to explain. the ring." Dee unlocked the cabinet, and opened it. "Looks like alot of jewelry boxes."
"She is a jewelry welder." Ryo reminded Dee.
"Yah, so what's the big deal with the cabinet? Grey box...second shelf...up or down?"
"There." Ryo pointed, and drew his hand back.
Dee looked at him sarcastically. "Afraid it will bite?" He teased his partner. Ryo flushed. Dee picked the box up with a grin, and flipped the top up. He paused, then let out a low whistle, holding it up. "An engagement ring."
"...they were going to get married in Europe." Ryo whispered. "That's why only one way tickets."
"Explains the tickets. Won't help their case." Dee stood up with a sigh. He closed and pocketed the box. Locking the cabinet again. "If the ring was stolen the same time as the tools it means the murderers took a liking to it. Could be wearing it. But given the number or people in New York that'll be like looking for a needle in a haystack."
"Dee, look." Ryo turned away from a filing cabinet; papers in his hand.
"What?" Dee joined him.
"These are the forms from when Erin bought her new tools.
"...Two weeks before the first murder."
"It's not much, but - "
"But it's a start." Dee finished Ryo's sentence. "Not enough to prove the tools were stolen, but a start."
"How can we prove they were stolen?" Ryo queried.
"I don't know yet."
"We'll have to check that out tomorrow at work. I think..." Dee trailed off.
"You think what?" Ryo asked him. Dee put a finger to his lips, signaling for Ryo to be quiet. He nodded his head toward the door. Ryo frowned and listened. Footsteps. Someone else was in the house. Ryo unholstered his gun and Dee and he moved toward the door. Dee clicked off his flashlight, pulling out his own gun. The door opened, and two figures moved in, one clicking on a flashlight. "NYPD Freeze!" Ryo stepped behind them. The two figures whirled, the one dropping the flashlight. Dee clicked on the lights.
Two teenage boys, one dark-haired, one light-haired, and dressed in jeans and t-shirts, looked at them hesitantly. The dark-haired one had a gym bag over his shoulder. The light-haired had been the one who dropped the flashlight.
"Start talking, who are you?" Dee pulled out his badge.
"I'm Mark Parris, and this is my cousing Calob." The dark-haired boy spoke first. "We live next door. Calob thought he saw someone go in, so we came to check it out. We didn't know you were cops."
"Why didn't you call the police instead of breaking in?"
"We were concerned about Erin and Mel's things. They're real nice, and we wouldn't want anything happening to their place." Calob spoke up.
"We were just trying to be neighborly....you're not gonna arrest us, are you?" Mark queried.
Ryo glanced over at Dee. Dee holstered his gun, and Ryo did the same. "Well, we'll forget we ever saw you if you forget you ever saw us."
"Deal." Mark held out his hand. Dee paused a moment before taking it. When Mark went to pull his hand away Dee held onto it for a moment.
"That's a fascinating ring." He mentioned, then let go.
Mark paused, then smiled. "It was a present from someone." He mentioned casually. "We'll be going now." He left, followed by Calob.
Dee leaned against the doorframe, watching as the two disappeared around a corner. He then reached into his pocket, pulling out the grey box and flipping open the lid. Ryo followed his gaze to the ring inside...identical to the one Mark had been wearing.
To Be Continued...
Salmon 2002
The story originally wasn't much longer than this, but after re-reading the rest of it, I decided it was too choppy. I'm going to fix it up; add some more scenes; ect. Then I'll put it up the ending.