Russian Blue
Author's Note: I think my computer is one step away from calling it quits on me. I'm gonna hafta save my files so I can format it and place Windows 95 again. (Bad stupid idea to place Windows XP with a Pentium II processor, right? Sheah!) But, alas, I have no floppy. So untill I get a box of floppy disks I guess I shall carry her on. Besides, the internal clock had set itself to 1608. as if computers where inveted back then. or where they.?? @.@
Anyway. Here's chapter twelve. I have a kick of your reviews. I specially loved the one where you beg that Ryo kills Ivan ^.^ It made me laugh so hard that people at the computer center in school though that I had gone completely insane. Yeah, I am, but that's not the point here. (Rainy is actually very very happy because she got Fake 3, Gravitation 2, Cardcaptor Sakura 5 and Demon Diary 3. all in one insane manga shopping spree. I was left with no week money, but it was worth it. ooooh yes!!!)
Disclaimer: Fake belongs to Sanami Matoh. Other aditional characters are from my own twisted, perverted mind. The song is called "Electric Chair", and it's by Prince (from the Batman OST). Enjoy.
Warning: This chapter contains situations that might not be apt for minors (violence, explicit language, sexual scenario.
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I saw your friend 1st That's who I danced with All the time I was watchin' u.
"Yo' Ryo."
Ryo came out of his silent spell to look up and see Dorian giving him this "where are you man?" look. He felt a bit embarrased by it.
"What?" he asked, pretending to be busy. Too late. Dorian sat in front of him, with this childish grin that Ryo took notice of almost immedately, "Whaaat?"
"What's up? Did lover boy left you tired last night?" Dorian's face was so intimidating, Ryo couldn't help but to blush slightly, even if he leaned over to face Dorian.
"Mind your business, okay?" he said, almost threatening.
"Uuuuh! Big boy in front of me! But tell me, did he?"
"Why should I be telling you parts of my intimate life?" Ryo leaned back, looking almost upset over the matter.
"Because I'm your partner," Dorian said as-a-matter-of-factly, "I'm supposed to learn all the juicy gossip about you from you, not from Drake or Berkeley."
Ryo sighed, "There's nothing to gossip about. He never showed."
"Ooooh! There's a he. so, is he cute? Is he tall? Does he have a hot sister?" Dorian asked at 100 miles an hour.
"Yes, there's a he, and. actually yes, he does have a sister. But she's married - the husband is not in town though."
"So, what's preppy boy's name?"
"Gaiev."
"Gaiev?" Dorian frowned, "That's ackward. weird."
"Russian. His family is from Russia, but he grew up in England."
"Sooo? Do you like him?"
Ryo looked at Dorian for a while. Dang! He was just as nosy as Carol!
"None of your business," he said, pretending to work again. Dorian gave this mischievous look before leaning back on his chair and taking out his pencil to chew on the eraser.
"So. you do like him.Dee must be twisting in his grave."
"What's it to you?!" Ryo almost shouted, half embarrased, half angry. Dorian laughed deliciously.
"My, my. Aren't we touchy?"
"Shut up!"
"Sooo? What's he like? Physically, I mean."
Ryo sighed. Dorian wasn't gonna give up, "You've seen him. he's the waitor at that coffee place." and Dorian blinked twice, surprised, at the sound of the words.
If a man is considered guilty 4 what goes on in his mind Then give me the electric chair 4 all my future crimes-oh!
"Waitor?.... Oh yeah! I remember him! Very uptight fellah'. Him? Wow. Well. I can see why." Ryo turned to see him, interested on what he was about to say, "I mean. he does look almost like Laytener."
What?
That. wasn't true.
. or was it?...
"Yo!" Drake came in to the little office, "There's been another one, 5th and Row Street. Berkeley says you two should roll on over cuzz it seems it's the Choir's work."
"Let's roll then," Dorian took his jacket, followed closely by Ryo. They cruised the streets fast as Dorian was one heck of a fast driver. Ryo liked speed yet he felt like a complete woose when it came to him being the one doing the fast driving. The rather Dorian do it. He was much better at it than Ryo was anyway.
On the way Ryo thought long and hard about what Dorian had told him. 'He does look almost like Laytener'. Gaiev didn't look at all like Dee. Not now at least. Granted, he'd been taken aback by Gaiev's similarity to his passed lover, yet now, after a few dates, he'd became to realice just how different Gaiev and Dee where. Dee was wild, ded-on sincere, cocky, honest; Dee never took anything for granted and was always in high alert, even with his care-free attitude that disturbed some people and attracted so many others. Gaiev was calm, mysterious, and lately he'd been silent - sadness scattered in his eyes, like a fog that only seemed to be denser, and Ryo tried to figure out what was going on. Gaiev simled whenever Ryo asked him about it. Nothing wrong. Nothing at all.
So Gaiev kept certain things quiet, like the fact that someone had beaten him up the other night and he didn't want to tell him who. Maybe it was because he didn't trust him enough to tell him if anything was wrong. And Dee always told him everything. A big difference between them.
"Still thinking about what I said, Ryo?" Dorian asked as they pulled over to the scene, "We're here."
Ryo stepped out of the car. Police officers, forensics and curious people that always seemed to hang around morbid crime scenes. The body. A young man, about 25 or 26. Beaten. Bruised. Cut. Raped.
"His ID says his name is Frank Gava," an officer told them showing them the confiscated ID inside the plastic bag, "but it could be fake. We found nothing suspicious, not even a murder weapon."
"It's a classical Choir set up," Ryo spoke thinking aloud as he sat on his heels, taking a closer look to the body, "This kid's been beaten pretty badly. You think he was working for the Choir or maybe he was trading or something?"
"Could be anything," Dorian said next to Ryo, "We're gonna do a backup check on him, see what we can come up with."
"Hold up." Ryo moved his gloved hand up to the body's torso. A burned scar - a mark. A symbol, "What's this?"
"The signature of Michael, according to the kaabala," Dorian spoke later that evening, showing the rest of the precinct a photo of the burned scar and a piece of paper next to it in a projected image.
"The Choir has it's organization similar to those of angels, according to the investigatons we've done," Ryo said passing on some papers to his fellow officers, "They're organized in to Angels, Powers, Thrones, Virtues and Archangels, things like that. This only means that this guy was killed because the high honcho inside the Choir wanted him dead."
"But we don't know who that head honcho is," Dorian shrugged his shoulders, "All we know is that the Choir moves around drugs and prostitution - mostly minors: slave trade and all that kind of twisted, perverted shit. They suply most of the. meat in the market, to put it in one way."
"A very morbid way, thank you," Berkeley said, looking at Dorian over his glasses.
"Our little nipper's name was Frank Gava, arrested several times for dealing. He also took care of a bunch of hookers over at a club called The Raven," Ryo spoke as the image changed to the entrance of the Raven, "But curiously enough, no one has taken notice of them since yesterday. Frank's boss must of have move their operations somewhere else."
After the meeting, Ryo's thoughts where to get home and wait for Gaiev. He wanted so bad to see him, to talk to him, to kiss him. Granted, they had a date that Saturday, but there was something inside him that just couldn't wait that long. The last couple of days had been like a dream. Gaiev had taken him to the coffee house a couple of times and they had been to the movies once - but he couldn't remember why the movie was called Down with Love if all his heart was feeling was butterflies whenever Gaiev was near. It was eerie, like a sixth sense.
"Headed home, Ryo?" Dorian asked him.
"Yup," Ryo's face was iluminated with a smile at the thought of Gaiev, "Can't wait to either."
"Good for you! Gonna make nice with your boyfriend?" Dorian was looking evilish, even childish. Ryo blushed deeply, "Yup, I thought so. It just seems that you like him very much, that's all. Reminds you of Dee, doesn't he?"
"Stop saying that!" Ryo snapped, "Gaiev is nothing like Dee!"
Ryo stormed out. The nerve! Dorian was such a prick sometimes, telling him that he loved Gaiev because he looked like Dee. Correction - liked Gaiev. Because it couldn't be love, could it? Not this fast. With Dee it took a while before it sank in as deep feelings towards that man. It had to be the same with Gaiev. It just had to.
"If you say so." Dorian said when Ryo left. He then picked up the phone and dialed a long number, waiting for a reply afterwards, "Hello? Yes, I would like to speak to Mr. Weaver please. Thank you.. Hello? Yeah, it's me. Listen, I was wondering if you had something I crave for. let's say. foreing imports."
***************************** Two in the morning and Ryo stepped on the cigarrete as he saw Gaiev get down from the cab slowly and carefully, and at the moment he saw him, his smile appeared across his face.
"G'evening, luv." Gaiev kissed him, "What're you doing at this hour?"
"I missed you," Ryo held him tight. He could swear he heard Gaiev give a painful moan and so he separated, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Had a bit of a stomach ache all day an' it seems I still do," Gaiev smiled innocently, "You wanna go in or are you enjoying the cold too much?"
"Enjoying it now that you're here to keep me warm," Ryo said softly, kissing Gaiev again, deliciously warm lips that just seemed to taste better and better in every kiss. Ryo sighed as they parted and walked inside. There where no need for words - it was odd: Ryo's and Gaiev's silence would speak loudly, heartbeats dancing to a rhythm only heard in their heads. As they stepped inside the elevator, kisses couldn't wait to be given. Soft hands traveling up and down arms and holding heads just a bit so toungues can dance deeper in their mouths, moans of leasure heard over; hips pressed against eachother, making the other feel their arousal, their lust.
Door opens and Ryo almost cusses out loud because the ride had to break so sudden. They walk holding eachother, Ryo's hands struggling to get the keys out. At last he finds them and struggles to open the door as Gaiev's lips are kissing the soft flesh in the neck, holding Ryo by the waist, his chest against Ryo's back. Ryo moans softly as he feels his knees shake and get weak at every passing second.
"Have a good night, luv," Gaiev says, smiling widely. He took a few steps before Ryo took him from the arm and pulled him slightly.
"You want to go in?" and Ryo felt as if this was not his voice, but a voice of someone else, someone lustful, someone deep in love. The door closed behind them and they where kissing again, dropping everything they had that got in the way of their embrace. Walking to the bedroom left a trail of clothes until two nude bodies where on top of the bed, kissing and moaning, touching and crying out from the pleasure. Hungry lovers that fed from their lust and pleasure under the pale moonlight that flashed inside the room, through the window, drawing patterns on the sweaty skin of two lovers that moved insync with eathother, not knowing exactly who's leg was between who's - it was a leg, period. Arms, hands, lips, tongues, everything was all melted in to him - Ryo - and all the tingly sensations burned and set fire inside him in every kiss Gaiev gave him, in every caress he gave him, in every whisper he said, in every sigh, in every moan, in every single inch of that body that arched under him, that begged for more, that pleaded, that drank, that desired. A delightful bliss that came in tinny sparkles, that drove them to the edge of existance.
A feeling long forgotten.
"Was it good?"
Ryo opened his eyes, sleepy and groggy, but wasn't surprised when he saw Dee lying next to him, looking in to his eyes with this air of melancholy within.
"Dee. what are you doing here?"
"Just. wondering."
"What?" Ryo's expression was sweet.
"Was he good? You sounded like you where having fun."
"I - I guess I was."
"So he was good."
". Yeah. He was." Ryo rolled over to his back, looking at the cealing as Dee sat up and over Ryo.
"Better than me?" he asked, leaning over to kiss Ryo on the lips. Ryo accepted the kiss, but didn't move. Instead, he moaned sofly and felt a little used when Dee's lips parted from his.
"I don't know," Ryo said, sighing, "It's been a while since I've had you - you're dead, you know."
"I know. But still. you must remember something."
Ryo kept silent for a while, "He feels weird," he said at last, "It feels as if I'm never gonna see him ever again, you know? His passion is like. is as if he feels like this is the last time we're gonna be together. it has a weird vibe to it. good, yet. weird."
Dee gave him a smirk before sitting next to him, lighting up a cigarette. Ryo laughed softly, "Not even dead are you able to drop that habit," he teased.
"Do you love him?" Dee asked suddenly. Ryo blinked a couple of times, surprised at the question.
"What?"
"Do you love him, Ryo? Do you love Gaiev?"
Ryo looked up at the ceiling, "Love is such a strong word." he said in a soft voice, "I - I'm not sure. I don't know."
"Because he loves you, you know? He loves you more than you can expect him to love you," Dee's words made him turn to face Dee, whose expression was one of tenderness and care, "I don't blame him. You are a lovable one. I loved you very much, you know that?"
"Yeah."
"If you don't love him, Ryo, don't play with him like this. don't call him Dee. again."
"I - What?" Ryo gasped. He remebered it - calling out Dee's name in the middle of extasy, scratching Gaiev's back. He remembered the brief flash in Gaiev's eyes and suddenly he woke up, searching for Gaiev on his bed, but all he found where the sunrays beaming in, morning awakening slowly.
He was not there.
Then, the phone rang. Ryo picked it up (almost immediately since it was on the nightstand next to the bed) and answered, "Hello?", half expecting it to be Gaiev on the other end of the line.
"He's a precious jewel you cannot touch, why are you insisting on having him on your bed?" said the voice on the other end, a male voice, deep and scratched. Ryo arched an eyebrow at the sound of it, and even gave up a slight gasp.
"Who is this?"
"He belongs to me."
"Who--?" but before he could say anything else, the line went dead.
--------------------------------------------- Gasp! What will happen now!? Don´t forget to tune in for the next exciting chapter!!
Rainy (al36662@alumnos.uacj.mx)
Author's Note: I think my computer is one step away from calling it quits on me. I'm gonna hafta save my files so I can format it and place Windows 95 again. (Bad stupid idea to place Windows XP with a Pentium II processor, right? Sheah!) But, alas, I have no floppy. So untill I get a box of floppy disks I guess I shall carry her on. Besides, the internal clock had set itself to 1608. as if computers where inveted back then. or where they.?? @.@
Anyway. Here's chapter twelve. I have a kick of your reviews. I specially loved the one where you beg that Ryo kills Ivan ^.^ It made me laugh so hard that people at the computer center in school though that I had gone completely insane. Yeah, I am, but that's not the point here. (Rainy is actually very very happy because she got Fake 3, Gravitation 2, Cardcaptor Sakura 5 and Demon Diary 3. all in one insane manga shopping spree. I was left with no week money, but it was worth it. ooooh yes!!!)
Disclaimer: Fake belongs to Sanami Matoh. Other aditional characters are from my own twisted, perverted mind. The song is called "Electric Chair", and it's by Prince (from the Batman OST). Enjoy.
Warning: This chapter contains situations that might not be apt for minors (violence, explicit language, sexual scenario.
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I saw your friend 1st That's who I danced with All the time I was watchin' u.
"Yo' Ryo."
Ryo came out of his silent spell to look up and see Dorian giving him this "where are you man?" look. He felt a bit embarrased by it.
"What?" he asked, pretending to be busy. Too late. Dorian sat in front of him, with this childish grin that Ryo took notice of almost immedately, "Whaaat?"
"What's up? Did lover boy left you tired last night?" Dorian's face was so intimidating, Ryo couldn't help but to blush slightly, even if he leaned over to face Dorian.
"Mind your business, okay?" he said, almost threatening.
"Uuuuh! Big boy in front of me! But tell me, did he?"
"Why should I be telling you parts of my intimate life?" Ryo leaned back, looking almost upset over the matter.
"Because I'm your partner," Dorian said as-a-matter-of-factly, "I'm supposed to learn all the juicy gossip about you from you, not from Drake or Berkeley."
Ryo sighed, "There's nothing to gossip about. He never showed."
"Ooooh! There's a he. so, is he cute? Is he tall? Does he have a hot sister?" Dorian asked at 100 miles an hour.
"Yes, there's a he, and. actually yes, he does have a sister. But she's married - the husband is not in town though."
"So, what's preppy boy's name?"
"Gaiev."
"Gaiev?" Dorian frowned, "That's ackward. weird."
"Russian. His family is from Russia, but he grew up in England."
"Sooo? Do you like him?"
Ryo looked at Dorian for a while. Dang! He was just as nosy as Carol!
"None of your business," he said, pretending to work again. Dorian gave this mischievous look before leaning back on his chair and taking out his pencil to chew on the eraser.
"So. you do like him.Dee must be twisting in his grave."
"What's it to you?!" Ryo almost shouted, half embarrased, half angry. Dorian laughed deliciously.
"My, my. Aren't we touchy?"
"Shut up!"
"Sooo? What's he like? Physically, I mean."
Ryo sighed. Dorian wasn't gonna give up, "You've seen him. he's the waitor at that coffee place." and Dorian blinked twice, surprised, at the sound of the words.
If a man is considered guilty 4 what goes on in his mind Then give me the electric chair 4 all my future crimes-oh!
"Waitor?.... Oh yeah! I remember him! Very uptight fellah'. Him? Wow. Well. I can see why." Ryo turned to see him, interested on what he was about to say, "I mean. he does look almost like Laytener."
What?
That. wasn't true.
. or was it?...
"Yo!" Drake came in to the little office, "There's been another one, 5th and Row Street. Berkeley says you two should roll on over cuzz it seems it's the Choir's work."
"Let's roll then," Dorian took his jacket, followed closely by Ryo. They cruised the streets fast as Dorian was one heck of a fast driver. Ryo liked speed yet he felt like a complete woose when it came to him being the one doing the fast driving. The rather Dorian do it. He was much better at it than Ryo was anyway.
On the way Ryo thought long and hard about what Dorian had told him. 'He does look almost like Laytener'. Gaiev didn't look at all like Dee. Not now at least. Granted, he'd been taken aback by Gaiev's similarity to his passed lover, yet now, after a few dates, he'd became to realice just how different Gaiev and Dee where. Dee was wild, ded-on sincere, cocky, honest; Dee never took anything for granted and was always in high alert, even with his care-free attitude that disturbed some people and attracted so many others. Gaiev was calm, mysterious, and lately he'd been silent - sadness scattered in his eyes, like a fog that only seemed to be denser, and Ryo tried to figure out what was going on. Gaiev simled whenever Ryo asked him about it. Nothing wrong. Nothing at all.
So Gaiev kept certain things quiet, like the fact that someone had beaten him up the other night and he didn't want to tell him who. Maybe it was because he didn't trust him enough to tell him if anything was wrong. And Dee always told him everything. A big difference between them.
"Still thinking about what I said, Ryo?" Dorian asked as they pulled over to the scene, "We're here."
Ryo stepped out of the car. Police officers, forensics and curious people that always seemed to hang around morbid crime scenes. The body. A young man, about 25 or 26. Beaten. Bruised. Cut. Raped.
"His ID says his name is Frank Gava," an officer told them showing them the confiscated ID inside the plastic bag, "but it could be fake. We found nothing suspicious, not even a murder weapon."
"It's a classical Choir set up," Ryo spoke thinking aloud as he sat on his heels, taking a closer look to the body, "This kid's been beaten pretty badly. You think he was working for the Choir or maybe he was trading or something?"
"Could be anything," Dorian said next to Ryo, "We're gonna do a backup check on him, see what we can come up with."
"Hold up." Ryo moved his gloved hand up to the body's torso. A burned scar - a mark. A symbol, "What's this?"
"The signature of Michael, according to the kaabala," Dorian spoke later that evening, showing the rest of the precinct a photo of the burned scar and a piece of paper next to it in a projected image.
"The Choir has it's organization similar to those of angels, according to the investigatons we've done," Ryo said passing on some papers to his fellow officers, "They're organized in to Angels, Powers, Thrones, Virtues and Archangels, things like that. This only means that this guy was killed because the high honcho inside the Choir wanted him dead."
"But we don't know who that head honcho is," Dorian shrugged his shoulders, "All we know is that the Choir moves around drugs and prostitution - mostly minors: slave trade and all that kind of twisted, perverted shit. They suply most of the. meat in the market, to put it in one way."
"A very morbid way, thank you," Berkeley said, looking at Dorian over his glasses.
"Our little nipper's name was Frank Gava, arrested several times for dealing. He also took care of a bunch of hookers over at a club called The Raven," Ryo spoke as the image changed to the entrance of the Raven, "But curiously enough, no one has taken notice of them since yesterday. Frank's boss must of have move their operations somewhere else."
After the meeting, Ryo's thoughts where to get home and wait for Gaiev. He wanted so bad to see him, to talk to him, to kiss him. Granted, they had a date that Saturday, but there was something inside him that just couldn't wait that long. The last couple of days had been like a dream. Gaiev had taken him to the coffee house a couple of times and they had been to the movies once - but he couldn't remember why the movie was called Down with Love if all his heart was feeling was butterflies whenever Gaiev was near. It was eerie, like a sixth sense.
"Headed home, Ryo?" Dorian asked him.
"Yup," Ryo's face was iluminated with a smile at the thought of Gaiev, "Can't wait to either."
"Good for you! Gonna make nice with your boyfriend?" Dorian was looking evilish, even childish. Ryo blushed deeply, "Yup, I thought so. It just seems that you like him very much, that's all. Reminds you of Dee, doesn't he?"
"Stop saying that!" Ryo snapped, "Gaiev is nothing like Dee!"
Ryo stormed out. The nerve! Dorian was such a prick sometimes, telling him that he loved Gaiev because he looked like Dee. Correction - liked Gaiev. Because it couldn't be love, could it? Not this fast. With Dee it took a while before it sank in as deep feelings towards that man. It had to be the same with Gaiev. It just had to.
"If you say so." Dorian said when Ryo left. He then picked up the phone and dialed a long number, waiting for a reply afterwards, "Hello? Yes, I would like to speak to Mr. Weaver please. Thank you.. Hello? Yeah, it's me. Listen, I was wondering if you had something I crave for. let's say. foreing imports."
***************************** Two in the morning and Ryo stepped on the cigarrete as he saw Gaiev get down from the cab slowly and carefully, and at the moment he saw him, his smile appeared across his face.
"G'evening, luv." Gaiev kissed him, "What're you doing at this hour?"
"I missed you," Ryo held him tight. He could swear he heard Gaiev give a painful moan and so he separated, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Had a bit of a stomach ache all day an' it seems I still do," Gaiev smiled innocently, "You wanna go in or are you enjoying the cold too much?"
"Enjoying it now that you're here to keep me warm," Ryo said softly, kissing Gaiev again, deliciously warm lips that just seemed to taste better and better in every kiss. Ryo sighed as they parted and walked inside. There where no need for words - it was odd: Ryo's and Gaiev's silence would speak loudly, heartbeats dancing to a rhythm only heard in their heads. As they stepped inside the elevator, kisses couldn't wait to be given. Soft hands traveling up and down arms and holding heads just a bit so toungues can dance deeper in their mouths, moans of leasure heard over; hips pressed against eachother, making the other feel their arousal, their lust.
Door opens and Ryo almost cusses out loud because the ride had to break so sudden. They walk holding eachother, Ryo's hands struggling to get the keys out. At last he finds them and struggles to open the door as Gaiev's lips are kissing the soft flesh in the neck, holding Ryo by the waist, his chest against Ryo's back. Ryo moans softly as he feels his knees shake and get weak at every passing second.
"Have a good night, luv," Gaiev says, smiling widely. He took a few steps before Ryo took him from the arm and pulled him slightly.
"You want to go in?" and Ryo felt as if this was not his voice, but a voice of someone else, someone lustful, someone deep in love. The door closed behind them and they where kissing again, dropping everything they had that got in the way of their embrace. Walking to the bedroom left a trail of clothes until two nude bodies where on top of the bed, kissing and moaning, touching and crying out from the pleasure. Hungry lovers that fed from their lust and pleasure under the pale moonlight that flashed inside the room, through the window, drawing patterns on the sweaty skin of two lovers that moved insync with eathother, not knowing exactly who's leg was between who's - it was a leg, period. Arms, hands, lips, tongues, everything was all melted in to him - Ryo - and all the tingly sensations burned and set fire inside him in every kiss Gaiev gave him, in every caress he gave him, in every whisper he said, in every sigh, in every moan, in every single inch of that body that arched under him, that begged for more, that pleaded, that drank, that desired. A delightful bliss that came in tinny sparkles, that drove them to the edge of existance.
A feeling long forgotten.
"Was it good?"
Ryo opened his eyes, sleepy and groggy, but wasn't surprised when he saw Dee lying next to him, looking in to his eyes with this air of melancholy within.
"Dee. what are you doing here?"
"Just. wondering."
"What?" Ryo's expression was sweet.
"Was he good? You sounded like you where having fun."
"I - I guess I was."
"So he was good."
". Yeah. He was." Ryo rolled over to his back, looking at the cealing as Dee sat up and over Ryo.
"Better than me?" he asked, leaning over to kiss Ryo on the lips. Ryo accepted the kiss, but didn't move. Instead, he moaned sofly and felt a little used when Dee's lips parted from his.
"I don't know," Ryo said, sighing, "It's been a while since I've had you - you're dead, you know."
"I know. But still. you must remember something."
Ryo kept silent for a while, "He feels weird," he said at last, "It feels as if I'm never gonna see him ever again, you know? His passion is like. is as if he feels like this is the last time we're gonna be together. it has a weird vibe to it. good, yet. weird."
Dee gave him a smirk before sitting next to him, lighting up a cigarette. Ryo laughed softly, "Not even dead are you able to drop that habit," he teased.
"Do you love him?" Dee asked suddenly. Ryo blinked a couple of times, surprised at the question.
"What?"
"Do you love him, Ryo? Do you love Gaiev?"
Ryo looked up at the ceiling, "Love is such a strong word." he said in a soft voice, "I - I'm not sure. I don't know."
"Because he loves you, you know? He loves you more than you can expect him to love you," Dee's words made him turn to face Dee, whose expression was one of tenderness and care, "I don't blame him. You are a lovable one. I loved you very much, you know that?"
"Yeah."
"If you don't love him, Ryo, don't play with him like this. don't call him Dee. again."
"I - What?" Ryo gasped. He remebered it - calling out Dee's name in the middle of extasy, scratching Gaiev's back. He remembered the brief flash in Gaiev's eyes and suddenly he woke up, searching for Gaiev on his bed, but all he found where the sunrays beaming in, morning awakening slowly.
He was not there.
Then, the phone rang. Ryo picked it up (almost immediately since it was on the nightstand next to the bed) and answered, "Hello?", half expecting it to be Gaiev on the other end of the line.
"He's a precious jewel you cannot touch, why are you insisting on having him on your bed?" said the voice on the other end, a male voice, deep and scratched. Ryo arched an eyebrow at the sound of it, and even gave up a slight gasp.
"Who is this?"
"He belongs to me."
"Who--?" but before he could say anything else, the line went dead.
--------------------------------------------- Gasp! What will happen now!? Don´t forget to tune in for the next exciting chapter!!
Rainy (al36662@alumnos.uacj.mx)