Russian Blue
Author's Notes: Wooooow! Chapter 17 already! 17 or 18? Can't remember. Can't think right. I am still a sleep. Yesterday was the Graduation ceremony and ball. I am so tired! :6 Yet so happy. So very, very happy. Thank you all for reading and keeping posts on this story. Again, for most of you who don't read my profile. There is a story in Fictionpress.com, "Sentimental Journey". This is the before Gaiev met Ryo story, for you who wonder what Gaiev was like and what exactly happened to make his life like it is now. It's a very nice story, very touching, if I must say so.
Disclaimer: Fake! And it's characters belong to Sanami Matoh. Russian Blue plot and extra characters belong to me. If anyone has a problem with this, you can tell me. I'll ignore you, yes, but you can still tell me. I kid Connan!!! Anyhow, the song is called "You must love me" as sung by Maddonna in the movie Evita. (o though I'm listening to ABBA right now... odd...).
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Ryo softly kissed Gaiev's head as he slept peacefully on his lap, all curled up like a baby, seeking a sense of protection in Ryo's embrace. He'd been crying a lot lately, some of those tears that same night, when Ryo refused to leave until Gaiev came clean about his life, about his work - about them.
[Where do we go from here? This isn't where we intended to be We had it all, you believed in me I believed in you
Certainties disappear What do we do for our dream to survive? How do we keep all our passions alive, As we used to do?]
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(Then...)
"D' you want a cup o' coffe, Ryo?" Gaiev had asked Ryo, a few hours before, "Because it's going to be a long night..."
"Sure... Coffee sounds great."
Gaiev stood, uncertain of what to do untill Ryo asked him what was wrong. "It's just that... Could we - could we go to your place to talk? I - I don't feel comfortable doing this 'ere..."
"Sure".
Once they where in Ryo's place and the cups of coffe where on top of the little coffee table Ryo had in his living room, They sat on the floor, Gaiev holding a pillow tight, in a way that Ryo was reminded of himself whenever Dee wanted to get something out of him.
"I'm listening," Ryo said softly, taking a zip of the cup. Gaiev's eyes where fixated in the coffee's smoke, dancing away in to nothingness and a couple of minutes passed by before he heard Ryo say, "Gaiev?".
"I'm tired, Ryo..."
"Tired?"
"I'm tired of everything... living, mostly. But tired..."
"Don't say that, Gaiev!" Ryo felt a bit upset to hear him speak those words. Ok, so he felt a lot upset, more than upset, right down angry.
"It's the truth. I thought you wanted me to speak with the truth. Do you want to 'ear the truth, Ryo? Or do you want me to pretend, like I do with so many, every night, in different beds. I can be anyone you want. I can be the stranger who 'ides to rape you, I can be the shy school boy you 'ave a crush on. I'm a pretty good actor... Sorry," he said when he caught a glimpse of Ryo's face, "I didn't mean to upset you..."
"It's a little too late for that, don't you think? Now. Let's start from the beginning..."
" 'ave you ever feared, Ryo?" Gaiev asked, half lost in his own little world, half of him in anger, not with Ryo, but with himself. Ryo was taken a bit aback by the question, but recovered almost in a hurry and shook his head, " 'ave you ever LIVED in fear, Ryo?"
"No."
"It's not pretty. You live in the fear of what's going to 'appen tomorrow, if others are going to be spared thanks to your actions, if people are going to live if you die. To feel that every blow you receive you deserve because you probably did something wrong... To feel that your life... your life is not yours, but it belongs to whomever you fuck that night...
"It seems I've lived my 'ole life in fear. Those good days filled with sunlight seem so far away, like a fairy tale my anya told me when I was very, very young, where a girl who was poor cried and 'er fairy godmother came to grant 'er the wish to meet 'er prince. And then she woke up and found 'erself submerged in an underground world of sex, drugs and prostitution she couldn't get out or else 'er loved ones would die. She 'ad to watch some of them die before she made the choice to believe they where speaking the truth. And even though she cried out to 'er fairy godmother every night, she wouldn't show up because she too was afraid...
" I can't remember when was the last time I 'ad a nice dream, but I do remember the first nightmare, when they killed my brother, in front of our 'ouse... and it's a nightmare I've been living with for as far as I allow myself to remember... because... because if I remember the good days, then I would 'ave to believe I was once alive... and to believe that is so painful!"
He began to cry. And those tears where the most painful tears Ryo had ever seen in his entire life. Gaiev held the pillow so tight it would of burted out if Ryo hadn't move to hold him tight.
" 'is name is Ivan Dante," Gaiev said once he calmed down. Ryo blinked a couple of times out of surprise.
"Ivan Dante? The same Ivan Dante that sponsors all those charity events and that built the Children's Hospital?"
"The same one. 'e's 'alf british, 'alf russian. 'e controls the entire operation, an undergroudn wire of drugs and prostitution running 'ere, in London and in Moscow. They trade and sell slaves, sell pornography, children, girls, boys... anything. 'e settled 'ere in New York a couple o' months ago, when I 'eard from 'im... They say he's got strong conexions with the russian mafia..."
"I don't believe this!" Ryo muttered in an undertone, "Why do you keep doing this?"
"Because I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if I don't, they'll kill you, Alex and Alexeyena... like they killed my family, my friends... my Alexei. I'm in love with you - I can't 'ave them know that!"
"Or else I'm dead?"
"Yeah..."
There was a small silence, broke by Ryo when he said, "I can help you. We can bring them down, but for that, you're gonna hafta trust me here, you're gonna hafta be able to cooperate with me... you could get rid of your fears if you could only let me help you, Gaiev."
"The last person who said that ended-up dead. Do you want to die, Ryo?" Gaiev asked in anguish. Ryo shook his head firmly.
"I want you to live" he said, with words that rang through his mind. He gave Ryo a groggy and shy smile. He wanted him to live.
" 'ow?" he asked. Ryo smiled and picked up his cel phone from the nightstand next to the sofa. Not soon after he'd dialed a number in the speed dial, he heard a voice on the other end, "Hello?"
"Chief Rose? Good evening, this is Ryo..."
"Ryo? What happened?"
"Remember that dinner you offered the other day? Well, how about now?"
"NOW?!"
"Yeah! Have a pen and paper, I can give you my address..."
"Yeah! Ok!"
After giving the address, Ryo hung up as Gaiev just looked at him with a puzzled look. "The chief is on his way..." Gaiev smiled, but soon after that smile broke in to a frown. Ryo came closer, "Hey, hey, it's going to be okay..."
" 'ow do you know that?" was Gaiev's desperate response, " 'ow do you know that, Ryo? I'm so afraid, not for me, but for YOU!! I wasn't afraid before!" he sobbed out, "I wasn't afraid because I had nothing! NOTHING! There was nothing left afterwards! But then - then I fell in love with you! And suddenly I had something! I was in love! And it kills me to think that maybe - that maybe one of these days you're going to end-up dead because of me!!"
"Gaiev..." the dark-haired boy cried openly in to his shoulder. Was that it? Was the love Gaiev felt toward Ryo torturing him so much he felt he was dying inside?
"God!" he sobbed, "I wish I was never born!"
"Don't say that!" Ryo took him by the shoulders, obviously upset, trying to hold back tears that where already shinning through his eyes.
"I wish I was dead!" Gaiev cried out histerically as Ryo shook him a couple of times saying, "Stop it! Shut up! Shut up!" without having an apparent reaction in Gaiev, who continued to sob softly 'I wish I was dead' over and over until eventually Ryo held him tightly, almost too tight, burrying his face in to Gaiev's neck, whispering, "I love you... I love you..." as Gaiev continued to sob until he finally fell asleep in Ryo's arms, and once he did, Ryo felt the necessity to cry in silence, because he didn't want Gaiev to see him crumble down.
[Deep in my heart I'm concealing Things that I'm longing to say Scared to confess what I'm feeling Frightened you'll slip away
You must love me You must love me]
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(Now...)
Oh desilusion when a half asleep and puffy-eyed Gaiev opened the door and Berkeley just stared at him, half in shock. "Wow! You're in it too?" he said, "I never though Ryo was in to these kinky scenarios..."
"What?" Gaiev arched his eyebrows and was about to slam the door in Berkeley's face when Ryo came from behind, waving and smiling.
"Come in, come in. Please, let me take your coat (thank you) please, sit down, sit..."
"Ryo, mind telling me what the hell is going on here?" Berkeley asked as Ryo hung the coat on the closet and Gaiev walked over the couch, sitting and stretching his legs under the close watchful eye of the Comissioner.
"Oh, well. I had to bring you here without suspicion," Ryo said seriously, "We've got something here, Comish"
"Something?"
"He's Gaiev. He's one of the... "expensive dates" in the catalogue Drake found the other day, remember? The one we believe The Choir is moving around?" and as Ryo spoke, Berkeley's eyes widened, looking at Gaiev with astonishement. Gaiev looked at Ryo with total devotion, yet turned his eyes to picture Berkeley, trying to tattoo his face in his memory just in case something went terribly wrong and he had to clobber his hatred on to someone else.
"So... You think you can help us out here?" Berkeley asked once Ryo finished the story.
"Only if you can 'elp me," was Gaiev's response, "I'm not going to put my ass on the line for something uncertain, and I'm surelly not going to put Ryo's life or my sister's in danger either..."
"We're going to need some bugs," Berkeley said, thinking about the next move, "But we're also going to need some evidence, phone taps, anything... Ryo, see if Dorian can come up with - "
"No!" shouted Gaiev, "Not Dorian! 'es one of them!"
That made Ryo and Berkeley turn around, looking at Gaiev in shock as Gaiev knew he'd made a terrible mistake himself. "What was that?" Berkeley asked. Gaiev looked at Ryo with lost puppy eyes (^.^ you know the kind!) as Ryo too was looking at him as if a bucket of cold water just hit him.
" 'e... Dorian... 'e's... 'e's one of them... 'e's the Angel of Death - 'e's the one who does the murders for the Choir..."
"Shit!" Berkeley barked out as Ryo rushed to Gaiev's side.
"Are you sure?" he asked him desperately, "Gaiev, are you certain of this?"
"Yes I am. 'e's told me tha' 'imself lots of times..."
"Can you confirm it?" Berkeley asked, recovering his coldness.
"Confirm?" Gaiev sounded confused.
"Are you willing to place a tag on it? Wear a wire even? Catch the conversations on tape?"
"Yes," he sounded firm in his belief, "I can. I can even convince others to do so with other clients if you want."
"Perfect!" Berkeley got up and took his cell phone to make a call as Ryo looked at Gaiev. It needed to go down as soon as possible and just as Berkeley told them this, Gaiev's beeper started beeping. He looked at it and smiled.
"I've got a call," he said showing the number at Berkeley, who took the beeper and frowned.
"It's Dorian's cell phone number," he said just as Gaiev dialed up the numbers in Ryo's phone. They both turned when they heard Gaiev speak.
"I go the message, what is it?... I'm not in the mood... I'm... I'm just tired... no... No... (sigh!) Where? Ok..." he hung up. He turned to face them both, "He says he's meeting me, tomorrow night, at the Grand Plaza, room 303..."
"I'll go to the precinct then, to pick up some guys and equipment. We'll be there to back you up in case things get messy," Berkeley said and Gaiev nodded, "Ryo, you better stick with him, just in case he needs protection. I don't want our little wonder boy dead before he can deliver the goods."
Berkeley stepped out of the appartment. Ryo had a funny feeling about all of this. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to rush in to things. Maybe they should wait a bit longer. Maybe...
He looked at Gaiev, who was unwrapping his injured wrist with a clear expression of pain in his face. "Here," Ryo said softly, taking the hand between his own and carefully doing the job. He felt Gaiev's head leaning against his shoulder, silently but lovingly at the same time. Ryo sighed at the smell of Gaiev's soft cologne and the feel of his hair brushing against this neck. His breath was soft and warm, and his lips where inches away from the sensitive skin of Ryo's neck.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. He was concerned about Gaiev's safety after all.
"I owe it - to you..." Gaiev said with a weak smile.
"To me? You don't have to do anything for me if you don't want to do it, Gaiev. You don't owe me anything"
"Yeah, I do" Gaiev lifted his head to face Ryo's eyes. His voice quivered sligtly, and he went tense as he continued to speak, "You see... the one who does this?" he pointed to his injured wrist, " 'is name is Dorian. And do you know how he calls me? 'e calls me "Dee" because it reminds 'im of the lover 'e once 'ad..."
"What? Dee was his lover?" Ryo sounded shocked, but nothing could compare the expression he had on his face when Gaiev said the next words.
"Yeah, 'e was. Ryo... Dorian... Dorian's the one who killed 'im, Ryo... That was no bank robbery; that was just plain murder..."
[Why are you at my side? How can I be any use to you now? Give me a chance and I'll let you see how Nothing has changed
Deep in my heart I'm concealing Things that I'm longing to say Scared to confess what I'm feeling Frightened you'll slip away
You must love me You must love me]
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Gasp! What will happen? See next chapter! See it all!
Final Notes: I changed my e-mail address (the old one was al36662@alumnos.uacj.mx) because, well, I'm no longer a student at the university, so probably coming next semester this e-mail will no longer be valid. So, if you want to contact me, you can do so at the other two mails I have. And yes, I do reply to them as soon as I can.
Moonrainy@wildmail.com DanielBlair_5@hotmail.com
Author's Notes: Wooooow! Chapter 17 already! 17 or 18? Can't remember. Can't think right. I am still a sleep. Yesterday was the Graduation ceremony and ball. I am so tired! :6 Yet so happy. So very, very happy. Thank you all for reading and keeping posts on this story. Again, for most of you who don't read my profile. There is a story in Fictionpress.com, "Sentimental Journey". This is the before Gaiev met Ryo story, for you who wonder what Gaiev was like and what exactly happened to make his life like it is now. It's a very nice story, very touching, if I must say so.
Disclaimer: Fake! And it's characters belong to Sanami Matoh. Russian Blue plot and extra characters belong to me. If anyone has a problem with this, you can tell me. I'll ignore you, yes, but you can still tell me. I kid Connan!!! Anyhow, the song is called "You must love me" as sung by Maddonna in the movie Evita. (o though I'm listening to ABBA right now... odd...).
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Ryo softly kissed Gaiev's head as he slept peacefully on his lap, all curled up like a baby, seeking a sense of protection in Ryo's embrace. He'd been crying a lot lately, some of those tears that same night, when Ryo refused to leave until Gaiev came clean about his life, about his work - about them.
[Where do we go from here? This isn't where we intended to be We had it all, you believed in me I believed in you
Certainties disappear What do we do for our dream to survive? How do we keep all our passions alive, As we used to do?]
* * * * * * * *
(Then...)
"D' you want a cup o' coffe, Ryo?" Gaiev had asked Ryo, a few hours before, "Because it's going to be a long night..."
"Sure... Coffee sounds great."
Gaiev stood, uncertain of what to do untill Ryo asked him what was wrong. "It's just that... Could we - could we go to your place to talk? I - I don't feel comfortable doing this 'ere..."
"Sure".
Once they where in Ryo's place and the cups of coffe where on top of the little coffee table Ryo had in his living room, They sat on the floor, Gaiev holding a pillow tight, in a way that Ryo was reminded of himself whenever Dee wanted to get something out of him.
"I'm listening," Ryo said softly, taking a zip of the cup. Gaiev's eyes where fixated in the coffee's smoke, dancing away in to nothingness and a couple of minutes passed by before he heard Ryo say, "Gaiev?".
"I'm tired, Ryo..."
"Tired?"
"I'm tired of everything... living, mostly. But tired..."
"Don't say that, Gaiev!" Ryo felt a bit upset to hear him speak those words. Ok, so he felt a lot upset, more than upset, right down angry.
"It's the truth. I thought you wanted me to speak with the truth. Do you want to 'ear the truth, Ryo? Or do you want me to pretend, like I do with so many, every night, in different beds. I can be anyone you want. I can be the stranger who 'ides to rape you, I can be the shy school boy you 'ave a crush on. I'm a pretty good actor... Sorry," he said when he caught a glimpse of Ryo's face, "I didn't mean to upset you..."
"It's a little too late for that, don't you think? Now. Let's start from the beginning..."
" 'ave you ever feared, Ryo?" Gaiev asked, half lost in his own little world, half of him in anger, not with Ryo, but with himself. Ryo was taken a bit aback by the question, but recovered almost in a hurry and shook his head, " 'ave you ever LIVED in fear, Ryo?"
"No."
"It's not pretty. You live in the fear of what's going to 'appen tomorrow, if others are going to be spared thanks to your actions, if people are going to live if you die. To feel that every blow you receive you deserve because you probably did something wrong... To feel that your life... your life is not yours, but it belongs to whomever you fuck that night...
"It seems I've lived my 'ole life in fear. Those good days filled with sunlight seem so far away, like a fairy tale my anya told me when I was very, very young, where a girl who was poor cried and 'er fairy godmother came to grant 'er the wish to meet 'er prince. And then she woke up and found 'erself submerged in an underground world of sex, drugs and prostitution she couldn't get out or else 'er loved ones would die. She 'ad to watch some of them die before she made the choice to believe they where speaking the truth. And even though she cried out to 'er fairy godmother every night, she wouldn't show up because she too was afraid...
" I can't remember when was the last time I 'ad a nice dream, but I do remember the first nightmare, when they killed my brother, in front of our 'ouse... and it's a nightmare I've been living with for as far as I allow myself to remember... because... because if I remember the good days, then I would 'ave to believe I was once alive... and to believe that is so painful!"
He began to cry. And those tears where the most painful tears Ryo had ever seen in his entire life. Gaiev held the pillow so tight it would of burted out if Ryo hadn't move to hold him tight.
" 'is name is Ivan Dante," Gaiev said once he calmed down. Ryo blinked a couple of times out of surprise.
"Ivan Dante? The same Ivan Dante that sponsors all those charity events and that built the Children's Hospital?"
"The same one. 'e's 'alf british, 'alf russian. 'e controls the entire operation, an undergroudn wire of drugs and prostitution running 'ere, in London and in Moscow. They trade and sell slaves, sell pornography, children, girls, boys... anything. 'e settled 'ere in New York a couple o' months ago, when I 'eard from 'im... They say he's got strong conexions with the russian mafia..."
"I don't believe this!" Ryo muttered in an undertone, "Why do you keep doing this?"
"Because I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if I don't, they'll kill you, Alex and Alexeyena... like they killed my family, my friends... my Alexei. I'm in love with you - I can't 'ave them know that!"
"Or else I'm dead?"
"Yeah..."
There was a small silence, broke by Ryo when he said, "I can help you. We can bring them down, but for that, you're gonna hafta trust me here, you're gonna hafta be able to cooperate with me... you could get rid of your fears if you could only let me help you, Gaiev."
"The last person who said that ended-up dead. Do you want to die, Ryo?" Gaiev asked in anguish. Ryo shook his head firmly.
"I want you to live" he said, with words that rang through his mind. He gave Ryo a groggy and shy smile. He wanted him to live.
" 'ow?" he asked. Ryo smiled and picked up his cel phone from the nightstand next to the sofa. Not soon after he'd dialed a number in the speed dial, he heard a voice on the other end, "Hello?"
"Chief Rose? Good evening, this is Ryo..."
"Ryo? What happened?"
"Remember that dinner you offered the other day? Well, how about now?"
"NOW?!"
"Yeah! Have a pen and paper, I can give you my address..."
"Yeah! Ok!"
After giving the address, Ryo hung up as Gaiev just looked at him with a puzzled look. "The chief is on his way..." Gaiev smiled, but soon after that smile broke in to a frown. Ryo came closer, "Hey, hey, it's going to be okay..."
" 'ow do you know that?" was Gaiev's desperate response, " 'ow do you know that, Ryo? I'm so afraid, not for me, but for YOU!! I wasn't afraid before!" he sobbed out, "I wasn't afraid because I had nothing! NOTHING! There was nothing left afterwards! But then - then I fell in love with you! And suddenly I had something! I was in love! And it kills me to think that maybe - that maybe one of these days you're going to end-up dead because of me!!"
"Gaiev..." the dark-haired boy cried openly in to his shoulder. Was that it? Was the love Gaiev felt toward Ryo torturing him so much he felt he was dying inside?
"God!" he sobbed, "I wish I was never born!"
"Don't say that!" Ryo took him by the shoulders, obviously upset, trying to hold back tears that where already shinning through his eyes.
"I wish I was dead!" Gaiev cried out histerically as Ryo shook him a couple of times saying, "Stop it! Shut up! Shut up!" without having an apparent reaction in Gaiev, who continued to sob softly 'I wish I was dead' over and over until eventually Ryo held him tightly, almost too tight, burrying his face in to Gaiev's neck, whispering, "I love you... I love you..." as Gaiev continued to sob until he finally fell asleep in Ryo's arms, and once he did, Ryo felt the necessity to cry in silence, because he didn't want Gaiev to see him crumble down.
[Deep in my heart I'm concealing Things that I'm longing to say Scared to confess what I'm feeling Frightened you'll slip away
You must love me You must love me]
* * * * * * * *
(Now...)
Oh desilusion when a half asleep and puffy-eyed Gaiev opened the door and Berkeley just stared at him, half in shock. "Wow! You're in it too?" he said, "I never though Ryo was in to these kinky scenarios..."
"What?" Gaiev arched his eyebrows and was about to slam the door in Berkeley's face when Ryo came from behind, waving and smiling.
"Come in, come in. Please, let me take your coat (thank you) please, sit down, sit..."
"Ryo, mind telling me what the hell is going on here?" Berkeley asked as Ryo hung the coat on the closet and Gaiev walked over the couch, sitting and stretching his legs under the close watchful eye of the Comissioner.
"Oh, well. I had to bring you here without suspicion," Ryo said seriously, "We've got something here, Comish"
"Something?"
"He's Gaiev. He's one of the... "expensive dates" in the catalogue Drake found the other day, remember? The one we believe The Choir is moving around?" and as Ryo spoke, Berkeley's eyes widened, looking at Gaiev with astonishement. Gaiev looked at Ryo with total devotion, yet turned his eyes to picture Berkeley, trying to tattoo his face in his memory just in case something went terribly wrong and he had to clobber his hatred on to someone else.
"So... You think you can help us out here?" Berkeley asked once Ryo finished the story.
"Only if you can 'elp me," was Gaiev's response, "I'm not going to put my ass on the line for something uncertain, and I'm surelly not going to put Ryo's life or my sister's in danger either..."
"We're going to need some bugs," Berkeley said, thinking about the next move, "But we're also going to need some evidence, phone taps, anything... Ryo, see if Dorian can come up with - "
"No!" shouted Gaiev, "Not Dorian! 'es one of them!"
That made Ryo and Berkeley turn around, looking at Gaiev in shock as Gaiev knew he'd made a terrible mistake himself. "What was that?" Berkeley asked. Gaiev looked at Ryo with lost puppy eyes (^.^ you know the kind!) as Ryo too was looking at him as if a bucket of cold water just hit him.
" 'e... Dorian... 'e's... 'e's one of them... 'e's the Angel of Death - 'e's the one who does the murders for the Choir..."
"Shit!" Berkeley barked out as Ryo rushed to Gaiev's side.
"Are you sure?" he asked him desperately, "Gaiev, are you certain of this?"
"Yes I am. 'e's told me tha' 'imself lots of times..."
"Can you confirm it?" Berkeley asked, recovering his coldness.
"Confirm?" Gaiev sounded confused.
"Are you willing to place a tag on it? Wear a wire even? Catch the conversations on tape?"
"Yes," he sounded firm in his belief, "I can. I can even convince others to do so with other clients if you want."
"Perfect!" Berkeley got up and took his cell phone to make a call as Ryo looked at Gaiev. It needed to go down as soon as possible and just as Berkeley told them this, Gaiev's beeper started beeping. He looked at it and smiled.
"I've got a call," he said showing the number at Berkeley, who took the beeper and frowned.
"It's Dorian's cell phone number," he said just as Gaiev dialed up the numbers in Ryo's phone. They both turned when they heard Gaiev speak.
"I go the message, what is it?... I'm not in the mood... I'm... I'm just tired... no... No... (sigh!) Where? Ok..." he hung up. He turned to face them both, "He says he's meeting me, tomorrow night, at the Grand Plaza, room 303..."
"I'll go to the precinct then, to pick up some guys and equipment. We'll be there to back you up in case things get messy," Berkeley said and Gaiev nodded, "Ryo, you better stick with him, just in case he needs protection. I don't want our little wonder boy dead before he can deliver the goods."
Berkeley stepped out of the appartment. Ryo had a funny feeling about all of this. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to rush in to things. Maybe they should wait a bit longer. Maybe...
He looked at Gaiev, who was unwrapping his injured wrist with a clear expression of pain in his face. "Here," Ryo said softly, taking the hand between his own and carefully doing the job. He felt Gaiev's head leaning against his shoulder, silently but lovingly at the same time. Ryo sighed at the smell of Gaiev's soft cologne and the feel of his hair brushing against this neck. His breath was soft and warm, and his lips where inches away from the sensitive skin of Ryo's neck.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. He was concerned about Gaiev's safety after all.
"I owe it - to you..." Gaiev said with a weak smile.
"To me? You don't have to do anything for me if you don't want to do it, Gaiev. You don't owe me anything"
"Yeah, I do" Gaiev lifted his head to face Ryo's eyes. His voice quivered sligtly, and he went tense as he continued to speak, "You see... the one who does this?" he pointed to his injured wrist, " 'is name is Dorian. And do you know how he calls me? 'e calls me "Dee" because it reminds 'im of the lover 'e once 'ad..."
"What? Dee was his lover?" Ryo sounded shocked, but nothing could compare the expression he had on his face when Gaiev said the next words.
"Yeah, 'e was. Ryo... Dorian... Dorian's the one who killed 'im, Ryo... That was no bank robbery; that was just plain murder..."
[Why are you at my side? How can I be any use to you now? Give me a chance and I'll let you see how Nothing has changed
Deep in my heart I'm concealing Things that I'm longing to say Scared to confess what I'm feeling Frightened you'll slip away
You must love me You must love me]
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Gasp! What will happen? See next chapter! See it all!
Final Notes: I changed my e-mail address (the old one was al36662@alumnos.uacj.mx) because, well, I'm no longer a student at the university, so probably coming next semester this e-mail will no longer be valid. So, if you want to contact me, you can do so at the other two mails I have. And yes, I do reply to them as soon as I can.
Moonrainy@wildmail.com DanielBlair_5@hotmail.com