Russian Blue
by
Rainy
edited by Nariel
AUTHOR'S NOTE (2): Hello. This is my first attempt at a FAKE fic. And even though it has received about 111 reviews (thank you very much) I have been lured into editing it and making it pretty by the edit lady posted here (Nariel). So, without further ado, here you go…
DISCLAIMER: I do not
own FAKE. This is creation of Sanami Matoh, published in the US by
Tokyopop. ALSO, take note that THIS IS NOT A SONG FIC, o though a
song plays a major part of this chapter. The song in question is
called "Mentira" (Lies) and it's by Gilberto Santa
Rosa.
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Que me digas que ahora el amor sabe mal
Que me digas que el sol no dejara de alumbrar
Es querer renunciar, a los sueños de ayer..
That you tell me that now love tastes bad
That you tell me that the sun won't ever quit burning
It's wanting to give up to yesterday's dreams...
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Chapter 1
Randy Ryo Maclean sat on one of the chairs of NYC County Hospital's waiting room, his hands clamped together, hiding his lips between them, his eyes fixated on the hallway that lead to Trauma Room 1. He stopped noticing the presence of the entire precinct there, or the presence of Carol and Bikky right next to him, looking gloomy and worried, or the fact that JJ had been walking up and down like a caged animal, unusually quiet. Most of the people there where asking questions (oh so many questions!) about the bank held-up, about the hostage situation, about the robbers and the shoot-out... and, of course, about Dee.
He - Ryo - felt as if his entire life was being sucked right out of him when the doctor finally came out and spoke to them. All the words where extremely unnecessary, no matter how sugar-pumpled they seemed to make the doctors and nurses feel good about themselves and make the patient's family believe it too. They where nothing more than bullshit explanations about how life and death are separated by mere split seconds.
The bottom line was that Dee was dead.
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Es mirar la montaña y decir no podré
Superar esta prueba, que puede matar
Cuando estás justo ahí de poderla alcanzar
It's watching the mountain and saying I can't
Overcome this obstacle that can kill
When you're just right there ... able to reach it...
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It was the need to see for himself that they weren't kidding that drove Ryo to that trauma room just as some med students were finishing stitching up Dee's chest. Gauzes and blood covered the floor. The machines were off now, as there was nothing else they could do. The students where talking to themselves in a competition sort of way, making Ryo feel sick to his stomach - to have so little respect for someone who had meant everything...
A gunshot and a scream made him turn around and see the next scene. His precinct companions where now helping out doctors and nurses, but it's a little too late when the bullet hits the brain and splatters it all over the walls, isn't it?
... He guessed JJ was serious about that after all: he always said that if anything happened to Dee he would die along too...
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Yo si creo que mal nos podría caer,
Olvidarnos que aún este amor puede ser.
I do believe that it might be wrong for us
To forget that still
this love can be...
Mentira, que el amor se nos fue de la
piel, es mentira
Que los besos no saben a miel, es mentira
Que mi cuerpo te enfría,
Que la magia termina,
Me sabe a mentira.
Mentira, que lo bueno algún día se acaba es mentira,
Que el adiós es volver a
nacer, es mentira..
Que tus ojos se olvidan,
Que la fe es como un barco tirado en la orilla.
Juro que es, mentira.
Lies, that love has gone from our skin it's a lie
That kisses don't taste like honey it's a lie
That my body turns you cold
That the magic is over to me
It tastes like a
lie...
Lies, that all good things end one day it's a
lie
That good-bye is to be born again it's a lie
That your eyes can be forgotten
That faith is like a ship that's still on the beach
I swear that's a
lie...
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"Dee! Nooo!"
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Que me digas que ahora es cuestión de olvidar
Y que por una vez no podemos pensar,
Es querer renunciar a los sueños de ayer.
That you tell me that now is a matter of forgetting
And that for once we cannot think
To want to quit to yesterday's dreams...
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Ryo woke up in the middle of the night, screaming and panting to a nightmare he just had (or was it a memory playing the sick pathetic role of a nightmare? One can never tell exactly), all sweaty and shaking. It took him a couple of seconds to get a hold of himself. 'No one around,' he thought, running a hand over his face. Not Carol. Not Bikky...
... not Dee...
He opened a window and sat on the balcony, looking at the neon-light sky of New York City: the city that never sleeps, he heard a news-anchor man said once, a long, long time ago, when he was still a kid.
"The only good thing about this town is that it's the kind of place everyone wants to be at," he heard Dee said once, looking at the streets with those eyes that could not lie. Dee loved the city, even though he complained about it once in a while... well... almost always. Ryo sighed as he looked over the street corner, thinking a million thoughts of Dee in all his patterns: the hard-headed Dee he came to meet the first day at the 27th precinct, the loosey-happy-go-goosy the chief always told him he was, the straight-forward, honest-to-God Dee he'd always admired, and, of course, the sweet, tender, loving, passionate Dee he'd fallen so hard for. Of all those memories he didn't quite know which one hurt the most, but he was coming to a pretty close conclusion that all of them had their own particular way of showing him just how much he missed him. Dee. A year ago he'd be fighting with Bikky on the sofa while Ryo would be in the kitchen making a midnight snack and smiling to himself at the sound of his family.
But then... he could still hear the gunshot as clearly as if it had been shot just a couple of seconds ago...
The fact of the matter was that he missed Dee... His lips missed kissing Dee's; his skin missed being touched by Dee; his eyes missed watching Dee sleep; he missed his name being called out by Dee's voice. And then, Ryo noticed that he had been crying. He hadn't cried ever since the funeral, and even then he forced the tears back, trying to be strong for Carol and Bikky's sake. He stood up and walked over to the bed, where he sat and lied down, his head pounding. He turned over to the nightstand, where he kept a picture of Dee and Bikky on their last summer vacation together. They where on a beach resort in Mexico, with Bikky holding to a surf board on one side, Dee on the other, with his dark glasses on, both of them with a big, wide smile... and Dee's smile was one that said "I love you" in oh-so-many ways. He looked at that picture for hours until he finally decided what he needed to do...
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Es abrir en el alma una herida sin fin,
Es caer a un abismo mirarte partir.
Es nadar contra el mar
Esta vida sin ti.
It's an opening in the soul a wound with no end
It's to fall into an abyss to watch you leave
It's to swim against the sea
This life without you...
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"Are you sure you don't want me to go?" asked Bikky, obviously worried as Ryo packed his suitcases with the same care he'd always shown. Ryo shook his head softly and with a polite smile he replied, "I need to do this by myself. Besides, you have school to worry about and a girlfriend to take care of."
"Ryo..."
"Don't worry, Bikky. I'll be fine, honest. Call you when I get there?"
"'Kay..."
The trip to the airport was nice. Bikky kept insisting if he needed him to tag along, Ryo kept telling him that it wasn't necessary. Carol would meet them at the airport, but somehow she never showed up. No time to wait for her now... Bikky and Ryo said their good-byes with a hug and a hair-toss, and then again, waving good-bye from the plane's gateway. Bikky stood by the big window that made it possible to look at the runway, wondering if this feeling he had inside was going to cease any time soon.
(Tappiti - tappiti - tap!)
"BIKKY!"
He turned around. Carol came running up to him.
"Carol!"
"Where's Ryo?" she asked a bit out of breath, looking around, "Did I miss him? Oh please tell me I didn't miss him!"
"If I did, I would be lying. You missed 'im, you missed 'im good" Bikky replied pointing to the about-to-take-off plane in the runway.
"Oh rats!" she sounded disappointed, "I really wanted to say good-bye..."
"He knew. He told me to say good-bye to you. Besided, he'll be back in two weeks. You can welcome him back with much more energy and maybe a big bash of balloons and flowers..." he placed an arm around his girlfriend and she leaned over towards him, embracing him as well.
"If he does come back," muttered Carol, looking away at the plane. Bikky turned surprised to see her, but just as soon, he too turned away.
So... he wasn't the only one who felt it too?
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Yo si creo que mal nos podría caer,
Olvidarnos que aún este amor puede ser.
I do believe that it might be wrong for us
To forget that still this love can be...
Mentira, que el amor se nos fue de la piel, es mentira
Que los besos no saben a miel, es mentira
Que mi cuerpo te enfría,
Que la magia termina,
Me sabe a mentira.
Mentira, que lo bueno algún día se acaba es mentira,
Que el adiós es volver a nacer, es
mentira..
Que tus ojos se olvidan,
Que la fe es como un barco tirado en la orilla.
Juro que es, mentira.
Lies, that love has gone from our skin it's a lie
That kisses don't taste like honey it's a lie
That my body turns you cold
That the magic is over
To me it tastes like a lie...
Lies, that all good things end one day it's a lie
That good-bye is to be born again it's a lie
That your eyes can be forgotten
That faith is like a ship that's still on the beach
I swear that's a lie...
-- Gilberto
Santa Rosa
"Mentira"
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