Disclaimer: not mine...my AU story...but FAKE is not mine.

This is my first story, so if you flame, be gentle. ducks and runs for cover!

Chapter 1

"Dammit!" Dee yelled, "Where is this guy?" "Calm down sir," the lady at the reseption desk said nervously, ready for another explotion to come from the raven haired detective. It was a quarter after 3:00p.m. and the man who was responsible for the 'monkey' was not here yet. "He'll be here soon." The woman pleaded with him, but she knew that he was already going and if he didn't come soon, the man would be gone, passed the point of no return.

Suddenly, without worning, a teenager on a skateboard came flying down the hall, stopping just ahead of the desk. The boy picked up his board and walked up to the reseptionist.

Dee looked the boy over for a moment. The teen was about 5'5", With short sandy blonde hair and midnight dark eyes. He wore a black form fitting beater, a red open short sleeve button-up shirt over, and loose, almost baggy, black jeans with a belt in which the buckle said FAKE on it. The waistband of red boxers showed, resting just below the belly button. 'Damn,' Dee thought, eyeing the blonde's midrift, 'cute.' He knew he wasn't suposed to touch, but no one said anything about looking.

As he continued to inspect the teen he noticed that he wore one chain on his pants, that Dee guessed was for his wallet. But what really caught the man's atention were the metel shackles on his wrists. Each had one remaining link on them, and each bared an ACE symble.

The detective frownd, ' seals.'

Dee was shot out of his thoughts when the boy started to walk towards him. " Are you Detective Laytner?" the teen asked. The boy's ears were now visible and Dee saw seven piercings, three in each ear, and one in the middle of his bottom lip (how had missed that one earlyer?), all silver loops.

"Dee," he replied, giving his first name, nodding and trying to hide the suprize that the 'man' he had been waiting for was a teenage boy.

Suddenly, the teen snapped, "What the fuck are you thinking?! I was just told that you pigs took my little brother down to 27th!"

Dee's eyebrow twitched, 'dear god! Now I know where the brat get his attitude from,' Dee thought, ready to snap out a smartass reply, when the blonde kid sighed, trying to calm down.

The boy then started talking in a regular, suddenly calm voice, "I apoligize," the boy sighed again, "I don't usually snap like that..." The teen trailed off, looking down. "I've just had a bad day. And this realy isn't helping any."

Dee nodded, mentally noting to sratch previous thought and to beware of woman-like moodswings.

"Here, come with me and I'll explain everything on the way."Dee said, putting his right hand on the boy's shoulder, lightly pushing him towards the exit.

"I'd rather not not ride in a police car, thank you." the teen stated. "That's alright, I don't have anyways," Dee grinned and said, almost as an after thought, "they don't trust me with one."

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Ryo briskly got out of the 69 Mustang, and without waiting for Dee, walked through the front doors of the 27th precinct. Dee, who was hot on his heals, was now walking in quick long strides next to him. Their talk in the car made the teen unhappy, in fact, he was doing his best not to run to the interigation room. But as soon as the room came into view, he did run.

The room Ryo entered was dark, with a big window. He walked to the window and looked through it. What he saw was a man hunched over and yelling athis little brother.

"Bikky!" Ryo called as he ran into the connected room. The young boy turned and ran to his adopted brother, "Ryo," flinging his arms around the older boy's waist and hiding behind him. "Ryo," Bikky repeated, burying his face into Ryo's side. "It's ok, I was told everything... Everything is going to be alright." Ryo nelt down and hugged his brother back.

TBC

I have no beta, so some words are spelled wrong. Sorry

Review please if you want me to continue, but laptop is broken. Sorry... again. I will be opening an online journal on adult fanfiction.net called 'The outsider within.' It will be featchered in the 'original' section in 'journal.'