Happy First Week of the New Year!
Hi everyone! I'm doing a very bad thing as a writer…(as in, starting a new story when I haven't yet finished two others…) I'm stepping back into the FAKE world for this fic. The timeline for this is around volume 5, but there will be events from volume 7 here, so beware of spoilers. For anyone who cares, chapter five of 'It all changed…' should be posted at the end of the week, probably Friday, but don't be disappointed if that isn't the case. Any other updates I've promised to do should show up two weeks from now, if I remember to actually do them.
I wanted to write something new after my first New Year exam. It went okay, so that took some stress off me, but I've got two more this coming week, and I'm really nervous…
Anyway, more author ranting at the end. Enjoy!
Chapter One: Only the Beginning
'This room…The blood…The bullet holes…A complete massacre. It's so like that time…'
A deserted apartment sectioned off by the cops of the 27th Precinct, New York, stood in the dim light. The main room, filled with investigators, smelt of blood. What was left of the furniture was trashed, and nothing remained unturned. But the bedroom was one of the worst rooms. The smell of murder was the strongest there.
"Ryo?" A dark haired man touched his partner lightly on the arm. For a moment, the half-Japanese detective had worn a pained expression, but within seconds it was gone.
"Hmm? Dee?" Ryo acknowledged the taller man with a smile. Dee wondered if he had imagined that hurt look.
"We're finished here, so we can go home now." Dee thought for a moment. 'No, I'm not seeing things. Ryo looked different…'
"Okay." The shorter detective shrugged, walking up to the Chief of the Investigation. "Do you want me to look further into the Bennett case, Sir?" He asked a stocky older man with stubble and a moustache.
"No, you boys are done for today. I'll see you first shift tomorrow." Behind his back, two other detectives secretly sighed with relief. This murder case was nasty, and the men at the 27th were tired enough already.
"Woo-hoo! I'm coming over for dinner, okay?" Dee cheered, catching up to Ryo and getting into the driver's seat of the car.
"Do I get to say 'no'?" Ryo teased, shaking his head at his partner as Dee started up the car.
"C'mon, I'll even help!" Green eyes sparkled, staring directly into the dark depths of Ryo's eyes. Dee's puppy-dog attempts rarely won his partner over, but Ryo nodded silently in return.
"All right. It has been rather quiet at home since Bikky left for college…" Ryo's voice was a low whisper, but Dee caught his words and listened quietly. 'My apartment is devoid of life. In fact, it's Deevoid." Ryo chuckled to himself.
"Ryo, that was creepy…" Dee grinned, his eyes leaving the road to stare at his partner. 'He's so cute…'
"DEE! Eyes on the road, please!" Ryo shouted suddenly, as the car swerved slightly into the middle of the road. Despite being an all-round good driver, Dee had some bad habits, including speeding, driving with two fingers and staring at Ryo for long periods of time. The police car cruised along nicely at 60mph, reaching the chestnut-haired man's apartment in record time.
"Why the hell do I let you drive?" Ryo hissed, his fingers pale from clutching the seat.
"Because you love me, babe." Dee smiled, opening his partner's door and unbuckling his seat belt. Ryo was about to protest when he found himself in Dee's arms. The 'attacker' grinned like a madman.
"I hope there's something steamy on the menu tonight." He smiled seductively.
"Hornball." Ryo sighed as Dee carried him bridal style up the steps.
"There you go!" Dee put Ryo gently down on the couch. "Hey, erm, Ryo…"
"What is it?" The older man headed towards his kitchen and began searching the cupboards.
"Earlier, you seemed a little different. You know, at the crime scene…"
Ryo dug his nails into his palms. "Really?"
"…Are you okay?" Dee stood behind the man he loved, emerald eyes filled with concern. "You can talk to me, Ryo." Olive fingers rubbed up and down Ryo's back softly.
"It's nothing…I'm fine." The shorter male stood up abruptly. "I think I'll take a shower first, okay?"
"Yeah, fine." Dee watched Ryo sadly as he left for the bathroom. 'Obviously he doesn't want company.' He sighed disappointedly. Reaching for the television remote, Dee flicked through dramas and children's cartoons to the sports channel. 'Guess I'll have to do with another kind of entertainment.'
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The water was warm and refreshing. Ryo sighed as he ran his hands through soaked bangs of chestnut coloured hair. Whenever he needed to just calm himself down and take a break from the harsh reality of life, a shower was just the ticket. Even as a child, when he was upset and had to escape from a situation, taking a shower had been a top priority.
Steam clouded the bathroom, leaving the ebony eyed man in a dreamy haze. Warm drops of water trickled down his face, arms, legs and back, leaving him refreshed and relaxed. It was so comforting.
"Ah…that's better." Ryo turned the shower off and began towel drying his hair. Before leaving the bathroom, he put on his dressing gown. With Dee in his apartment, Ryo realised how stupid it was to forget to bring fresh underwear and a new set of clothes in with him. "Dee, I'm finished."
"Okay." Dee turned to see Ryo, clean and radiant, stood in the doorway.
"What are you watching?" Ryo asked, joining Dee on the coach, a little nervous about his current state.
"Just some basketball. Feel any better?" Dee's face was full of worry, not lust. This surprised Ryo a little.
'I should give Dee more credit…' He thought, feeling guilty. "Yeah…thanks…"
"No problem. That's good to hear." Dee turned back to the television.
"Amazing." Ryo smiled, as Dee's attention was back on sport. "I'm sat with you on the couch wearing absolutely nothing but a dressing gown, and you'd rather watch the game!"
"You're naked…?" Dee picked up the remote and turned the television off.
"Yes, and you're acting like a complete gentleman. I'm proud of you Dee!" Ryo giggled, settling back into the cushions.
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint!" Dee pounced Ryo, smiling. "But I'm hungry for love." Struggling underneath the heavier man, Ryo frowned as Dee licked his neck seductively.
"You never change…" He sighed as Dee's lips pressed against his own… "Mmm…"
"Hush now, baby…" Dee purred, his hand caressing Ryo's thigh. The kiss deepened, and Ryo gave up trying to escape. It felt too good to move from Dee's touch.
"Mmm…Dee…" The hand rubbed up and down Ryo's leg, and he shuddered in delight, feeling himself submit to Dee as the younger man's free arm wrapped protectively around his body.
Just as Dee was about to take them further, his stomach growled. In the midst of everything, both men had forgotten to eat.
"I guess you were hungry, Dee…" Ryo joked, sliding out of the embrace as Dee sighed in desperation.
"I can't believe it…" He whined. "Just when we get some alone time, I blow it. This sucks."
"I'll start on dinner." Ryo smiled. Part of him was relieved that it had stopped there. The more adventurous part of him was as disappointed as Dee.
"Hey, can we have pasta?" Dee asked, his stomach rumbling again.
"Sure…oh…wait a minute. I'm out…" Ryo sighed. "I'll go get some from the local convenience store. I won't be long, okay?"
"You don't have to, I'll have something else…" Dee stood up, watching the bedroom door shut as Ryo began to get changed.
"It's okay. Once you mentioned pasta, I kind of felt like some too!" The half-Japanese man called through the wall.
'I was so close…' Dee groaned. 'What did I do to deserve this?' A couple of images of a naked Ryo moaning his name ran through his mind. 'Okay, so I'm a pervert. Is that a sin?'
"Right." Ryo emerged fully dressed from the bedroom. "I'll just go get the pasta, I'll be ten minutes tops."
"Okay. But I'll be timing you. If it takes more than that I'm calling a search party." Dee kissed his partners lips. They were so soft, so tempting…
"I'll be fine, horn dog. Just don't die of starvation whilst I'm out." Ryo pushed Dee away, but tenderly all the same.
"Ryo…" Dee called softly, as the shorter man opened his front door. "I love you…"
"…Yeah, I know…" Ryo smiled, closing the door behind him.
As Ryo went down the first set of steps, he heard footsteps behind him.
'Dee?' He wondered, slowly turning around. There was nobody there. 'Jeez, I must be paranoid…'
As soon as Ryo started to descend the last set of stairs, he felt hands behind him push him forwards.
"Ah!" The chestnut haired detective flung his arms out blindly in an attempt to stop the fall, but the effort was futile. He lost his balance, falling down the steps hard. Pain registered through his body, as he kept falling, bouncing down the lower steps. It was at the bottom, where the stone wall cornered off the staircase that stopped Ryo's fall. Hitting it head on, Ryo didn't even have time to think as everything went black.
'Dee…'
The footsteps made a break for it, thudding down the stairs and across the corridor. The shadowy figure opened the door of the apartment, then slammed it shut, leaving behind an unconscious detective, laying in a pool of his own blood.
TBC…
XOXOXOXOXOXO
Yay! A successful first chapter! (Well, to me it is…) As usual, I'm posting this late, so any typos are made due to my tiredness…sorry…I was going to update one of my other stories, but I wrote most of this down on paper first, and thought I'd give this story line a go.
The plot has been briefly established here, but from the next chapter onwards, it's probably not going to be as easy to follow (smiles evilly). As prologues go, this wasn't as interesting as I'd imagined, but I have a lot of ideas for this. If you feel like finding out more, please stick with me. I've got a good feeling about this story!
See you next chappy then? Hope so!
Byezies,
Minako Angel xxx
Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE. But I wish I did…
(Yes, I forgot to do the disclaimer. That is why it is at the end of the chapter, and not before it).