I am back for another round! No way writer's block and boredom's gonna get me in the ass! No way, no how! My sixth story isn't exactly one of the best I've had in a while but I promise those who actually care that I'll do my best to make this one story all it can be! Considering the time of year that and I've been a part of this site for a while now, hell I thought I could use something new to work on since all the other crap I'm postin' isn't doin' as well as I hoped. It's what I get for thinkin'. Anywho I don't own Fake, its contents or characters but I'm sure anybody who isn't blind can tell that everything else is my crap. That and: Ryo and Dee together? For sure! If this thing were a religion, I'm sure we'd all bow down and thank Sanami Matoh-sama for this awesome manga he's provided for our crappy world to read. Enough of my ranting! Just read and enjoy already!
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Chapter 1: Day of Rain and Recognition
Cold rain came crashing down on the Big Apple, New York City and all its bustling inhabitants as they all tried desperately to get home or to work without getting a single drop on their clothes. Some of these people, for instance, didn't have this kind of luck at all. Ironically that person just so happened to be one of New York's finest, detective Dee Laytner as he cursed himself for parking all to far away from the front doors of the 27th Precinct, remembering all too clearly how he'd left his umbrella in the back seat of his car. Eyebrow twitching and face in a teed off scowl clouding his features he stood like a stranded dog under the roof of his office, wishing that Ryo was there to help him to his car if not for being off on a case of his own. Great. Just great. The very moment I need him, he's off working somewhere. Some boyfriend he is. Dee thought in misery to himself as he gathered the edge of his coat and prepared to run like a greyhound his car. He also recalled the brown blond haired man asking him to pick up Carol and Bikky from school since it'd been a bit clearer some time that morning and he didn't want either child to catch a cold.
Dashing between cars and somehow jumping over puddles, Dee finally made it to his car, whipping out his keys and slamming the door behind him before he got too wet than he cared to be. It'd taken some time before Bikky got used to Dee finally being accepted by Ryo on all honest terms but convincing JJ that Dee was now officially taken took a bit longer than either cared for. But thankfully the eccentric cop took the hint and ended up being a friend rather than a bother. Berkeley Rose, on the other hand, had taken a little longer to convince than JJ but in the end he gave up and went on with his own affairs of romance. Starting the car and thankfully sitting in the driver's seat as the heater brought a more comfortable temperature into the car, Dee waited a few minutes to dry up and get the kinks out of his tired limbs. Buckling the seat belt and grasping the wheel, he turned to watch the back as he backed out of the space and headed toward the road, making sure it was clear and that his signal was blinking before he pulled out of the parking lot.
The drive didn't take long but traffic was still a little too clogged for his taste, the rain coming down a little harder than before as he passed the chain fence around the high school. Skimming the crowds with sharp eyes of dark green, he quickly spotted the pair of teens running toward the car, followed by yet another pair whose names he couldn't quite place (Lai and Lass. Duh.) Unlocking the doors the cop watched Bikky slam his door while the last three leapt into the back, quickly shutting the rain and mist out as they sighed in relief. "Thanks Dee. We thought you'd never get here." the blond haired boy chuckled as Dee scowled from where he sat, tossing a towel in the teens' face before sending a few more into the back seat. "Yeah well just feel glad that Ryo asked me too or you'd be out in the rain on the way home today. Man it's really comin' down out there! Walkin' in that would've really sucked." He snickered as Bikky just gave him a 'don't shit with me' look. "Just drive you horny perv."
Snickering as he put the car into drive, Dee clicked his signals on again as he prepared to reenter the hell that was NYC traffic. It took a few red lights and stop signs before they reached Ryo's apartment building, somehow finding the single umbrella in the back seat so they could take turns getting out of the car and indoors. Or at least that what was planned if not for the stranger that came running top speed right at them, sending one or two of them onto the ground with him when they collided. Splashes and crashes filled the air while cries of surprise were muffled by the rain's thunderous fall to the earth below. The unfortunate two to be knocked over happened to be Lai and Carol, Lass still trying to get out of the car once Bikky returned with the umbrella. Dee, not caring if he got wet anymore, ran out and asked the two teens if they were all right. When the response was positive, he turned on the stranger who'd bumped into them who was bracing against the closed car door in order to get to his feet again. Just as he was about to explode at the teen figure, he/she let out a coughing noise; almost as though trying to get something out of his/her throat. Blood splattered to the ground, quickly mixing with rainwater as the figure got to their suddenly wobbly feet, grasping their side with a free hand, their back to the three behind them. Without a word or any kind of apology, the figure turned in their direction and bolted, somehow jumping over them and running off into the distance. Or at least he would have if Bikky hadn't tackled him. "Hey you!"
Gasping in pain, clenching his teeth against a cry of agony and surprise, the stranger wiggled in the teen's grasp, almost desperately clawing at the ground in the hopes of getting away. But the boy's grip didn't falter as Dee ran over, reassuring the teen he could take over for him as he got his friends indoors. As much as the strange teen struggled, Dee's strong hands refused to let go of him, no matter how hard he tried to wriggle out. Dragging the slightly older teen into the building and out of the rain, it was only then that the five got to get a true look at him: brown hair turned a darker shade due to being drenched, golden green eyes with a smooth face that was an odd shade of pale, understandable due to the circumstances. His jacket, also turned a darker color brown, was obviously meant for someone a little bigger than him, a regular t-shirt underneath, while khaki pants with far too many pockets turned a dark tan made up his attire. His shoes, on the other hand, were black and apparently made for hiking or some kind of harsher weather condition than rain. A deep navy blue hat, looking to be that of an engineer's or a mechanic's, sat on his head, facing backwards and equally drenched as the rest of him. As proven when he walked since they didn't squeak like their sneakers did. But there was something very wrong about him that seemed to set them on edge, no matter how innocent he appeared to be: there was a cut in is shirt, blood staining the fabric which he held tightly with his unrestricted hand, his eyes darting here and there as though he expected something to jump out from the shadows at him.
Dee and Bikky, actually working together for once in their lives, took the time to drag the newcomer up the stairs and into Ryo's apartment, Dee instantly taking off in search of the first aid kit while the other four kept an eye on the fifth who was as nervous as ever in as to what was going on and why. Dee soon returned with said kit, setting it down on the coffee table before having one of the girls take the teen's jacket off. This action only caused the teen to panic, shying away from them, covering his head as though to shield himself from attack. He struggled for a few minutes only to find that no pain had resulted from the 'attack' at all. Just one of them taking his jacket while another forced him to sit down. Not taking any guff and definitely not in the mood for it, Dee signaled for the teen to lose the shirt. For some reason the teen merely shook his head, trying to look stubborn but still a bit bashful. "Oh c'mon kid! I need to take care of that before you bleed to death now off with it!" the cop growled in annoyance while the teen just blushed and pointed at the girls who were watching the entire thing with curious eyes. The blush deepened as he looked away, obviously embarrassed at himself.
Dee, on the other hand, wasn't in the mood for excuses at the moment, felt his eyebrow twitch as he nearly snapped at the teen sitting in front of him. "It's not like I'm tellin' you 'get naked'! Just take the shirt off!"
The teen, whom of which appeared to be between 16 to 18 years old, winced at his tone but moved to obey anyway, lifting the shirt off before lifting his arm in turn, still not meeting anyone's eyes. Luckily the wound wasn't deep but it was serious enough to where the teen's skin had turned an unhealthy shade of pale, wincing again as alcohol soaked cotton balls were patted against the injury. Tears of pain threatened to fall as he bit his lip against the cries that he was trying not to express as Dee finished up. Relieved that the man was done, he accepted the shirt that Bikky handed him, still refusing to say anything or look anyone in the eye. It wasn't even a half hour later that the teen had dozed off, his breathing even and calm as everyone else tried to come up with ways to get him to talk. "I think we should wait until Ryo gets here, he's good at getting people to open up."
"You would know having confessed to him yourself." Dee grumbled before he got whacked in the face. "Shut up you." Bikky growled while the older man just held his face in pain, somehow scowling at the teen in fury. "But I'm serious on waiting for Ryo. He just might be the key to gettin' this guy to talk to us about what happened to him and why he was runnin'. I mean... we haven't exactly given this dude a very good first impression."
"I agree with Bikky. Besides, the best we can do is prove that we're not gonna hurt him and maybe then Ryo just might be able to do the rest. I also think we should make him feel welcome since he kinda thought we were gonna hurt him." Carol said, giving the snoozing figure on the couch a worried glance. Silence fell over them as they could only admit that Carol was right.
Rain still continued to fall, making everything outside look a dark shade of gray and hard to see much of anything. Parking on the edge of the street, Randy 'Ryo' MacLean exited his car, thanking his responsible mind for having his umbrella close at hand as he entered the torrent of rain still falling hard. Slamming the door and rushing into the building, he let out a sigh of relief when he finally got to climb the stairs to his apartment without getting a drop on him. Shedding his coat as he entered the apartment, Ryo called out like he always did. "Bikky? Dee? I'm home!"
"Ryo!" the black, blond haired teen exclaimed as he jogged to greet his guardian at the door, helping him get his things in order. "You're just in time for dinner! Lass and Lai are staying over since it's still raining too hard and Dee's behaving (sort of) but you really have to see this!"
Confused in as to what the teen was referring too, he let himself be dragged into the kitchen where he saw the most unusual thing in his life: Dee, holding a cooking knife, was growling at a slightly older teen who'd somehow wedged himself into a corner of the room, both feet and hands bracing against the wall and a cupboard. The strangest part was that the corner he was in was a part of the ceiling rather than the floor. And it was apparent that Dee's means of getting him down wasn't working. "Oh c'mon kid! How many times do I have to tell ya? I'm not gonna hurt ya, I just want you to help get dinner ready is all! Now get down from there."
Unfortunately he'd been waving the knife around as he said this, making him seem less convincing than before. The teen in question only nudged himself a little higher, hoping to escape the blade, shaking his head as he eyed the knife with uneasy fear and uncertainty. Seeing that Bikky had returned with someone new and obviously less threatening, the teen took the only chance he had at escaping the first adult. Bracing then jumping directly across the room, over Dee, off the table and over Bikky and Ryo to land in the opposite ceiling corner, gently dropping to the floor without so much as a sweat, the teen acted as though nothing had occurred as Dee looked like he'd seen something fairly inhuman. "What are you? A monkey? An acrobat? Don't be doin' stuff like that!" the man roared, waving the knife around some more, making the teen hide behind Ryo and pulling the two back and away from the angry cop. "oh hey Ryo! When'd you get here?" the man finally said sheepishly, hoping to hide the 'weapon' but got a scowl instead.
"Just now if you believe it or not. Now what in the world is going on in here? And who's our new guest?" he said, the scowl vanishing as he turned to the person hiding behind him for fear of getting cut. "And who might you be?" he said with a kind smile, the teen staring at him curiously only to look away with a slightly ashamed expression as he nudged Bikky instead. "Sorry Ryo. We've already tried that but we think he's still in some kind of shock so we haven't been able to get anything out of him since we met him. We were hoping you'd have more luck than us."
"I see. Well I don't I'll be able to do much but I guess we'll figure out something sooner or later. So how's dinner coming?" he asked as he rolled up sleeves and tracking down the single apron, snatching the knife from Dee before he hurt himself or someone else. "Well Kijika (1) was helping before he thought I was attackin' him with that knife you have there."
Confused again, Ryo couldn't help but ask. "Kijika?"
"Well we could've called him Hisoka (2) but it's apparent he isn't Japanese so we just call him Kijika instead. Besides, he responds to it anyway. Right Kijika?"
The teen aka Kijika smiled in recognition to the name, waving at Ryo as though greeting him through a window rather than face to face. Blinking at this surprisingly positive reaction, Ryo and Dee set to getting dinner ready with some strangely insistent assistance from their new acquaintance. Not even an hour later they were gathered in the living room, the TV set on some random movie channel while Bikky was playing some cards with Lai and Kijika. Surprisingly enough, the poor teen was losing terribly. "Aw man! No way! I got beat again? Man Kijika you're good." Bikky exclaimed as Kijika smiled sheepishly after laying his cards down. Apparently he was a lot better than any of them were since he'd won the last ten games in a row with no signs of stopping. Dee had gone against the boy, only to lose a few rounds himself. Lai and Lass were picked up by a limo sent by Lai's brother Law, Carol getting an escort out of Ryo, leaving Dee, Bikky and Kijika by themselves.
Bikky tried to make conversation with the fellow teen, but kind expressions and shakes of the head were all he got. Dee attempted some communication skills of his own but only ended up making the boy go pale in fright and hide in a closet or something. One could say that their attempts weren't doing much good. Ryo soon returned from taking Carol home, an event that allowed Kijika to come out of hiding in time for showers and bedtime. Given the couch to sleep on and some clothes to change into, Kijika patiently awaited his turn for the bathroom in the hallway, staring into space until the click of the door alerted him. Oddly enough, it wasn't the bathroom door, but the front door instead. Didn't one of them lock it? Curious and on the alert, the boy edged along the wall toward the door as it was swung open by the intruder. Just as the 'intruder' came inside, Kijika pounced on him.
A loud yell and thud alerted the rest of the residence that something had happened near the front of the apartment. Running with weapons in hand, Ryo and Dee skidded to a halt to find the most amazing sight: JJ, who'd obviously come in uninvited and unannounced, lay on the floor trapped in a nasty headlock by none other than Kijika, who looked like he was about to freak out from panic. The people behind him, (Drake, Berkeley, Ted, and Chief Smith.) "Kijika! Kijika off!" Ryo exclaimed, putting his gun down to pull the teen off of the other man. The boy obeyed, allowing JJ to gasp for air on the floor while the other cops sweat dropped, thinking how they'd never be the first to enter a house again. "I'm very sorry about that JJ. I didn't really expect him to do that. Are you all right?" Ryo asked out of sincere concern for his fallen coworker who just then managed to catch his breath. "Yeah. Yeah he just came out of nowhere."
"And that's new to you?" Dee deadpanned only to get elbowed in the ribs by Ryo after helping JJ back onto his feet again. "Are you sure?"
"I'm pretty sure Ryo. Thanks and who is he? I don't remember you takin' in two kids." The man inquired, trying to give the newcomer a better look over, only to have him hide behind Ryo like a wall, peeking out with tentative eyes. "Just some kid that came outta nowhere a couple o' hours ago. Hasn't said a word since he's been here and he's kinda nameless but we just call him Kijika. Ain't that right punk?" Dee said with a smirk, this time getting poked in the eyes, said teen silently snickering as the cop held his face and grumbled some colorful words. Ryo just rolled his eyes at their antics, shutting the door behind his coworkers as they filed into the room. "So what brings you all here at this hour? Is something the matter?"
"What? Can't a few friends come over for a good beer and some holiday celebration?" Drake asked almost with indignation and shock, holding up a six-pack of beer, Ted doing the same in turn. Ryo just looked like a stern parent while Dee just grinned, all but Kijika with begging looks on their faces, hoping the man would say yes to the idea. No such luck. "Absolutely not. It's late enough as it is, it's raining outside not to mention dangerous that and we have work tomorrow. And on top of that, we need to keep a better eye on our new friend here." he said with finality, patting Kijika on the head as everyone else anime fell to the floor in despair and tears. Finding no reason to fight with the man they left, giving Kijika wary glances as they passed him out into the hallway, the chief mumbling about he'd see them both again at work the next day along with some things they'd be working on as their new assignments. Regular routine kicked back in after that, Kijika sitting on the couch as requested with some blankets and an extra pillow to boot.
Bikky in his own room with Dee grinning happily behind Ryo as he shut the door, the teen found himself alone in the living room, the TV still going on some random channel that he wasn't even watching anymore. Clicking the machine off, Kijika sat on the couch in the dark, turning his oddly sharp eyes out the nearest window completely smothered with winter rain, lightening flashing before letting out its thunderous crash, bringing a new light into the room. Had anyone been in the room to see, his shadow and reflection would've been very different from what anyone would expect to see. Blinking sleepily and wincing a bit at the still aching cut in his side, the teen lay down and covered himself up, and let the rain put him to sleep.
Not bad. A bit short for my tastes but hey. Just be glad I was doin' somethin' with my time than just bein' a lazy ass good for nothin'. Come to think of it, this just might be the best I've been able to pull off yet! But I'm pretty sure those of you, who actually care, will decide that for yourselves won't you? Ah. That's life. It sucks and we know it. Okay notes! I actually have notes to speak of! Can you believe? Haha. Right:
Kijika: this name's pretty interesting, despite the character in question has no relation whatsoever to the nationality this name implies. Native American for 'walks quietly' this name speaks for the various amounts of time this guy spends going from place to place. In an eerily, silent manner that'd make anyone want to jump out of their skin. But don't get me wrong. If you know exactly who this character really is, you'll know for sure he's not big on silence. This name is pronounced in two ways, kee-yee-kah, or the Anglicized ki-jee-kah. Whichever one works is fine I guess.
Hisoka: though this name has nothing to do with nationality, it still works to describe the kind of person he can be sometimes. Even though the whole 'mute from shock' thing assists this, even when he can talk, secrets are things he knows not to say until the time comes around. This name, Japanese of course, means 'reserved' or 'secretive'.
Oh geez this was a bit of a pain in the ass but I finished it by god! Not as long as I hoped but as long as you guys think it's good I'll keep goin' okay? right then. Let's find out what's happenin' next time shall we?
Next chapter:
Chapter 2: Kijika Comes To The 27th
Ryo and Dee want to know just who Kijika really is and the only way to do that is bringin' him to the station for a bit of identity searches. His voice still AWOL, and his origins just as mysterious, this kid just might give some of the cops at the legendary 27th Precinct something they definitely don't need: heart attacks. Is there more to this guy than meets the eye? Or is he just some regular teenager who went off in the wrong direction? And what'll Diana Spacey of the FBI think of their new friend? Will she come to love him like out dashing duo or will she reveal something none of them expected? Find out in:
Chapter 2: Kijika Comes To The 27th!!
