~Spend all your time waitin',
For that Second Chance.
For a Break that would make it okay.~
~Sarah McLaughlin~
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It had been nearly two hours into the holdup. So far they knew, one person was dead, and everyone else was definitely in danger of being dead any time soon.
The person inside that bank was definitely desperate; he was probably some poor guy from the slums, who saw no other option. It was either fly or die.
Dee, personally, was getting quite tired of waiting. Whenever he felt that something was about to happen, things just got more boring. There was a small group of agents discussing going in and just shooting him down, but that would be dangerous to the people inside, and the people shooting.
And of course, when he wasn't paying attention, without warning, the guy ran out with guns tucked in his belts.. probably from the guards who were in the bank, which most likely meant that there were more dead than they had thought. He started shooting and screaming nonsensically. The forces had no other choice but to take cover and shoot back.
This of course, didn't last long. The guy was shot clean in the gut, and hit the ground hard. He tried to get up, but fell back to the pavement with a sickening thwap. Paramedic teams immediately rushed inside, and a group of police immediately ran towards the man they had just shot down. Only one paramedic had bothered to come and make sure that the assailant was still alive. Among those who had accompanied the lone paramedic was Dee. Ryo was busy dealing with press teams along with the chief.. of course. That guy was too perfect. Of course Berkely would choose him to help fend off the paparazzi! Damn pervert had a major crush on him. on HIS guy! He stared at them from a distance, abrasively and almost hatefully. He hated it when Ryo was even close to that ass..
He had turned just in time to see that the guy was indeed.. sort of alive, and he had swept up his dropped gun that was about to be bagged for evidence, and aimed it at the easiest thing to aim at. The group around him immediately scattered, cursing to themselves, but he had seen it too late.
The guy pulled the trigger without a second thought. Dee fell back from the force of the bullet, and the back of his head hit the pavement hard.
He clamored into thin air, grasping for something.. anything.. he didn't know what. He suddenly felt panicked.. he couldn't breathe.. just like..
Just like that damned dream. Only he felt.. different this time. The pain was blazing white hot in his chest, but it wasn't so distant this time. He felt like.. he felt like he might make it, unlike that damned dream.
He saw a blonde beauty hovering over him, almost crying. Dee reached up weakly, and coughed up some blood. Ryo bit his lip to keep from crying.
"H-hey.." he coughed, smiling. "Don't worry, I'll be okay," he smiled, and reached up, stroking his cheek. His hand wandered to the back of his neck, and he pulled him close to his lips.
"I love you.. love you so fucking much.. I needed to let you know this time.." he smiled. The pain seemed numb now.. all that mattered was telling him what he hadn't been able to the last time.
He realized now, that whatever had happened, wasn't a dream. It had actually happened. There was no way that he could have dreamed dying. Besides, didn't psychologists say that if you dreamed that sort of thing, you would die?
This was his second chance. His second chance to tell Ryo not to worry, to tell him that he loved him..
This was his second chance to live.
"No way in fuckin' hell I'm gonna die, Ryo.. you know me.." he whispered through pained breaths. He saw another small group of paramedics appear above him, and he felt cold hands on him. Or was that cold air? Were they cutting his shirt open? Didn't matter, as long as he could live for Ryo.
Everything seemed to move so fast this time, so fast he couldn't handle it. Before he knew it, he was on the ambulence, with a more than worried Ryo sitting next to him. There were still at least two meds crammed in the back, struggling to keep him alive. He, at this point, had several things sticking out of his arm, which he assumed were IV's, and had a facemask strapped securely around his head.
And the next thing he knew.. he was surrounded by black again, but it wasn't the unnerving blankness of death that surrounded him.. it was the simple warm, dark blanket of a drug induced sleep.
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"Hey! No fair!" Dee stared pathetically, as Carol devoured the last of his hospital pudding dessert. He couldn't move to fetch it back from her, so all he could do was sit and watch in dismay as it disappeared it's way down his throat.
"Hah! You lose!"
"I think taking advantage of the weak should be a crime!" Dee pouted, folding his arms over his chest.
"You? Admitting you are weak? BREAKTHROUGH!" chimed Bikky, bouncing up and down by the bed like a drugged up chimpanzee.
"You little..!!" Dee attempted to smack him from the isolation of the bed, but failed miserably. The chimpanzee was far too fast for him handle.
"Ryo! Make them stop! This is inhuman!"
Ryo giggled, and pulled a ten dollar bill from his jacket pocket.
"Why don't you two go buy something from the cafeteria, hrm?" Ryo grinned, waving the bill back and forth in the air. Before he could blink, the bill was gone from his hand, and the two were shouting their thanks from down the hallway. Ryo smiled, with a nostalgic sigh, wishing he were a kid again. He looked to Dee, who was laying down, more than relieved.
"Hey, give 'em a break. They are so happy you are alive, you know. It's just their way of showing it." Ryo said, with a sweet smile.
"I know, I know." Dee sighed. "It can just be really overbearing, sometimes.. ya know?"
He smiled and nodded. "At least you aren't 'raising' one of them, if you could call it that."
Dee nodded in agreement. "I pity you, man."
"At least I can move."
"Are you going to start teasing me to?"
"I'm sorry, I won't do it anymore." Ryo giggled, as if completely innocent of his crime.
"Hmph." Dee sighed, and slumped deeper into his sickeningly sterile hospital sheets. There was a short awkward silence, which was almost welcome. The shrieking antics of Bikky and Carol had given them both a headache. But Ryo felt he needed to say something.
Ryo smiled, looking down at his hands.
"Dee..?"
"Hm? Yeah?" he replied sleepily.
"I just wanted to let you know.. how.. how thankful.. no, how happy I am that you are alive right now.. I never even fathomed what I would do without you. I don't know what I would do.. how I would go on.. I couldn't even go to work without you. I'd have to quit.."
"I just though I needed to say something. You are.. you are so.. well, special to me. You can be crass, and well, really excessively horny at times, but I don't care about any of that. It adds to who you are.. it adds to your person."
Ryo remained silent for a minute, waiting for a reply.
"Dee?"
He stood, and poked the cop's arm. Dee mumbled for a minute, and fell over onto the bed, dead alseep.
Ryo sighed, and positioned Dee onto the bed properly, covering him up, and giving a quick peck to his forehead, hoping no one would notice. He smiled sadly, and fell back into his chair by Dee's bedside.
It seemed every time something meaningful was about to happen between the two, something always ended up interrupting them, and that interruption usually involved a certain pre-teen boy, and an almost teenaged girl. In this case, it was Dee's unbalanced sleeping habits. It made for an odd relationship between the two, but Ryo almost liked things that way. It just seemed right for them to live like that. So he could accept it.. for now.
"Oh Dee.. I don't know if I'm going to be able to conjure the courage to tell you that again," he said to the sleeping form, and no one in particular.
He stood, and brushed a stray black lock from Dee's eyes, and turned to leave. It wasn't wise to leave Bikky and Carol alone in a cafeteria, for he saw messy disasters in the near future.
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~Your Love, is better than Ice Cream,
Better than anything else that I've tried!
Your love.. is better than Chocolate,
Everyone here knows how to cry!
~Sarah McLaughlin~
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The End!
~*~Okay, maybe it was a cop-out (no pun intended), but I needed to end this somehow, and I wasn't sure. Also, I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but if I were to add it to the other chapter, I feel that it would have been too long, and not really had the same effect. I don't know if I'll write anymore FAKE fics in the near future.. I really don't have the inspiration to, because I have been on a GIANT Slayers (Gaav and Rezo, in particular) kick. So, if I am writing fanfics, it's more often than not concentrated on my Slayers ones. But thanks for reading! Maybe I'll write more sometime in the near future!~*~
NOTE ABOUT J.J.: He is no longer injured, since the past kind of hit rewind, back to the point where Dee's future was preventable. So, he is no longer hurt. If any of you have ever seen the Devil's Advocate (which I STRONGLY recommend, except for the really icky sex scene involving Keannu Reeves.. unless some of you out there think pointless ass shots that are not good ones at that, are hot.) you would understand the whole reset to the past thing.
Disclaimer: FAKE and all other related insignia are Copy write( to Sanami Matoh. All relations to persons dead, alive or fictional are intended, and in no way are meant to earn profit for my pocket (heh heh, rhymes..) or meant to do any damage whatsoever. So no suing! (Yeah, same goes for you, stupid Anne Rice! Ppffftt!
For that Second Chance.
For a Break that would make it okay.~
~Sarah McLaughlin~
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It had been nearly two hours into the holdup. So far they knew, one person was dead, and everyone else was definitely in danger of being dead any time soon.
The person inside that bank was definitely desperate; he was probably some poor guy from the slums, who saw no other option. It was either fly or die.
Dee, personally, was getting quite tired of waiting. Whenever he felt that something was about to happen, things just got more boring. There was a small group of agents discussing going in and just shooting him down, but that would be dangerous to the people inside, and the people shooting.
And of course, when he wasn't paying attention, without warning, the guy ran out with guns tucked in his belts.. probably from the guards who were in the bank, which most likely meant that there were more dead than they had thought. He started shooting and screaming nonsensically. The forces had no other choice but to take cover and shoot back.
This of course, didn't last long. The guy was shot clean in the gut, and hit the ground hard. He tried to get up, but fell back to the pavement with a sickening thwap. Paramedic teams immediately rushed inside, and a group of police immediately ran towards the man they had just shot down. Only one paramedic had bothered to come and make sure that the assailant was still alive. Among those who had accompanied the lone paramedic was Dee. Ryo was busy dealing with press teams along with the chief.. of course. That guy was too perfect. Of course Berkely would choose him to help fend off the paparazzi! Damn pervert had a major crush on him. on HIS guy! He stared at them from a distance, abrasively and almost hatefully. He hated it when Ryo was even close to that ass..
He had turned just in time to see that the guy was indeed.. sort of alive, and he had swept up his dropped gun that was about to be bagged for evidence, and aimed it at the easiest thing to aim at. The group around him immediately scattered, cursing to themselves, but he had seen it too late.
The guy pulled the trigger without a second thought. Dee fell back from the force of the bullet, and the back of his head hit the pavement hard.
He clamored into thin air, grasping for something.. anything.. he didn't know what. He suddenly felt panicked.. he couldn't breathe.. just like..
Just like that damned dream. Only he felt.. different this time. The pain was blazing white hot in his chest, but it wasn't so distant this time. He felt like.. he felt like he might make it, unlike that damned dream.
He saw a blonde beauty hovering over him, almost crying. Dee reached up weakly, and coughed up some blood. Ryo bit his lip to keep from crying.
"H-hey.." he coughed, smiling. "Don't worry, I'll be okay," he smiled, and reached up, stroking his cheek. His hand wandered to the back of his neck, and he pulled him close to his lips.
"I love you.. love you so fucking much.. I needed to let you know this time.." he smiled. The pain seemed numb now.. all that mattered was telling him what he hadn't been able to the last time.
He realized now, that whatever had happened, wasn't a dream. It had actually happened. There was no way that he could have dreamed dying. Besides, didn't psychologists say that if you dreamed that sort of thing, you would die?
This was his second chance. His second chance to tell Ryo not to worry, to tell him that he loved him..
This was his second chance to live.
"No way in fuckin' hell I'm gonna die, Ryo.. you know me.." he whispered through pained breaths. He saw another small group of paramedics appear above him, and he felt cold hands on him. Or was that cold air? Were they cutting his shirt open? Didn't matter, as long as he could live for Ryo.
Everything seemed to move so fast this time, so fast he couldn't handle it. Before he knew it, he was on the ambulence, with a more than worried Ryo sitting next to him. There were still at least two meds crammed in the back, struggling to keep him alive. He, at this point, had several things sticking out of his arm, which he assumed were IV's, and had a facemask strapped securely around his head.
And the next thing he knew.. he was surrounded by black again, but it wasn't the unnerving blankness of death that surrounded him.. it was the simple warm, dark blanket of a drug induced sleep.
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"Hey! No fair!" Dee stared pathetically, as Carol devoured the last of his hospital pudding dessert. He couldn't move to fetch it back from her, so all he could do was sit and watch in dismay as it disappeared it's way down his throat.
"Hah! You lose!"
"I think taking advantage of the weak should be a crime!" Dee pouted, folding his arms over his chest.
"You? Admitting you are weak? BREAKTHROUGH!" chimed Bikky, bouncing up and down by the bed like a drugged up chimpanzee.
"You little..!!" Dee attempted to smack him from the isolation of the bed, but failed miserably. The chimpanzee was far too fast for him handle.
"Ryo! Make them stop! This is inhuman!"
Ryo giggled, and pulled a ten dollar bill from his jacket pocket.
"Why don't you two go buy something from the cafeteria, hrm?" Ryo grinned, waving the bill back and forth in the air. Before he could blink, the bill was gone from his hand, and the two were shouting their thanks from down the hallway. Ryo smiled, with a nostalgic sigh, wishing he were a kid again. He looked to Dee, who was laying down, more than relieved.
"Hey, give 'em a break. They are so happy you are alive, you know. It's just their way of showing it." Ryo said, with a sweet smile.
"I know, I know." Dee sighed. "It can just be really overbearing, sometimes.. ya know?"
He smiled and nodded. "At least you aren't 'raising' one of them, if you could call it that."
Dee nodded in agreement. "I pity you, man."
"At least I can move."
"Are you going to start teasing me to?"
"I'm sorry, I won't do it anymore." Ryo giggled, as if completely innocent of his crime.
"Hmph." Dee sighed, and slumped deeper into his sickeningly sterile hospital sheets. There was a short awkward silence, which was almost welcome. The shrieking antics of Bikky and Carol had given them both a headache. But Ryo felt he needed to say something.
Ryo smiled, looking down at his hands.
"Dee..?"
"Hm? Yeah?" he replied sleepily.
"I just wanted to let you know.. how.. how thankful.. no, how happy I am that you are alive right now.. I never even fathomed what I would do without you. I don't know what I would do.. how I would go on.. I couldn't even go to work without you. I'd have to quit.."
"I just though I needed to say something. You are.. you are so.. well, special to me. You can be crass, and well, really excessively horny at times, but I don't care about any of that. It adds to who you are.. it adds to your person."
Ryo remained silent for a minute, waiting for a reply.
"Dee?"
He stood, and poked the cop's arm. Dee mumbled for a minute, and fell over onto the bed, dead alseep.
Ryo sighed, and positioned Dee onto the bed properly, covering him up, and giving a quick peck to his forehead, hoping no one would notice. He smiled sadly, and fell back into his chair by Dee's bedside.
It seemed every time something meaningful was about to happen between the two, something always ended up interrupting them, and that interruption usually involved a certain pre-teen boy, and an almost teenaged girl. In this case, it was Dee's unbalanced sleeping habits. It made for an odd relationship between the two, but Ryo almost liked things that way. It just seemed right for them to live like that. So he could accept it.. for now.
"Oh Dee.. I don't know if I'm going to be able to conjure the courage to tell you that again," he said to the sleeping form, and no one in particular.
He stood, and brushed a stray black lock from Dee's eyes, and turned to leave. It wasn't wise to leave Bikky and Carol alone in a cafeteria, for he saw messy disasters in the near future.
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~Your Love, is better than Ice Cream,
Better than anything else that I've tried!
Your love.. is better than Chocolate,
Everyone here knows how to cry!
~Sarah McLaughlin~
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------
The End!
~*~Okay, maybe it was a cop-out (no pun intended), but I needed to end this somehow, and I wasn't sure. Also, I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but if I were to add it to the other chapter, I feel that it would have been too long, and not really had the same effect. I don't know if I'll write anymore FAKE fics in the near future.. I really don't have the inspiration to, because I have been on a GIANT Slayers (Gaav and Rezo, in particular) kick. So, if I am writing fanfics, it's more often than not concentrated on my Slayers ones. But thanks for reading! Maybe I'll write more sometime in the near future!~*~
NOTE ABOUT J.J.: He is no longer injured, since the past kind of hit rewind, back to the point where Dee's future was preventable. So, he is no longer hurt. If any of you have ever seen the Devil's Advocate (which I STRONGLY recommend, except for the really icky sex scene involving Keannu Reeves.. unless some of you out there think pointless ass shots that are not good ones at that, are hot.) you would understand the whole reset to the past thing.
Disclaimer: FAKE and all other related insignia are Copy write( to Sanami Matoh. All relations to persons dead, alive or fictional are intended, and in no way are meant to earn profit for my pocket (heh heh, rhymes..) or meant to do any damage whatsoever. So no suing! (Yeah, same goes for you, stupid Anne Rice! Ppffftt!