Russian Blue
Author's notes: Superbowl Sunday! Again, cheering for the Panthers!!! SHEAH!!!! Listening to "Oh Sheila" and remembering my naughty days as a teenager in the 80's. The 80's were the place to be if you wanted to rock. But then again, I was a teen in the mid 80's, early 90's... he! Ok. Have a happy day.
Disclaimer: Fake! Belongs to Sanami Matoh and her people. The song is called "Ni una maldita florecita" (Not one damn little flower) by Christina y los Subterráneos
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Gaiev couldn't be happier. He was in the art school, he was working, he had Ryo. It was as if all the bad things that had happened in his life was nothing more than an old story, one that couldn't repeat itself. He gave one last drag to his cigarette before throwing it away in the middle of the night. It was half pass three in the morning, and somehow he wasn't sleepy. Ok, he was a nervous wreck – his best friend, his brother, Micka, was going to land the next day.
"You're going to catch a cold or something," he heard Ryo say as he sat right next to him. True, it was cold, but not blistering cold as it usually got around winter time, "What are you doing up anyway?"
"Can't sleep. Too much stuff going on in my mind."
"Micka, right?"
"Yeah. And I don't even know why. I mean, true, it's been almost seven years since I've last seen 'im face to face, but the last time I talked to 'im over the phone it seemed like no time 'ad gone by at all. It's just weird."
"You're afraid he won't like me?" Ryo teased, snuggling close to Gaiev, who gave a soft smirk and snuggled back.
"Well, 'e's not the one fucking you, luv – so I couldn't care less if 'e likes you or not..."
"Such profanity!" Ryo gave him a playful slap and they both laughed before kissing, "It'll be fine," he reassured his worried lover, "You'll see. Everything will be fine..."
[The day that I was happy
no one played the violin
not one damned little flower
nor a rainbow over me...]
The airport was as packed as a can of tuna. It was as if all the trips where (scheduled) to arrive at the same hour, the same day. Gaiev held a little cardboard sign that read "Miajil Piotr Ivánova" in big russian letters. All of a sudden, he got tackled from behind and both him and Micka fell to the floor, Micka in a barril of laughs, Gaiev in a barril of pain.
"Gaiev, you dirty slut!!!" Micka laguhed as he hugged his best friend tightly, both of them still on the floor, "So long! So good to see you!!"
"Micka... you fat bastard... you... can't... breathe..." Gaiev gasped, turning blue all of a sudden.
"Oh, sorry, sorry," Micka got up and helped Gaiev to do the same, "Forgive me, the excitement got the best of me..."
He hand't changed much in all these years. He was still the blond, freckled, blue-eyed guy he'd been best friends forever. Taller than Gaiev, Micka had the body of a person who doesn't nesseserally exercise yet he didn't need to; he was wearing a black coat and a fluffy hat that got in the way when it was time to tackle the best friend.
"Please tell me that's not a dead animal," Gaiev sounded miserable when Micka picked up his hat.
"This? Naah! It's dead – fake – animal. Anya gave it to me last christmas. Anya – my now ex-girlfriend"
"Shall we go pick your bags?"
"Didn't bring any," Micka shrugged his shoulders and pointed to a suitcase and a back pack, "Got all I need right here. But if you would be so kind to guide me through the malls and shopping centers of New York it would be much appreciated..."
"Never change," Gaiev shook his head in phoney disaproval, "You're still the same kid I left back in Moscow..."
"And you're not! Look at you! You've shrunk like ten kilos since I last saw you, you're so skinny!! Do you eat!?"
"Yes, I do. Com'on... I have the car outside..."
"Where's lover-boy?" Micka looked around.
"He's got a shift today, he'll be working the third one too. So, you'll get to meet him tomorrow... but he sends his greetings... and told me to ask you again to stay at out place..."
"No can't do," Micka shook his head, "You know my policy: hotel = pretty girls. And I intend to meet good american skin while I'm here."
"You twisted, sick individual..."
"Yeah" he sighed, "I try..."
They got inside the car and drove to the closest mall. Micka got to buy almost his entire wardrove and they both enjoyed just talking and making eachother company. It was like they never parted, Gaiev thought. Micka still was the same guy, with the same twisted sence of humer, the same twisted smile. On the other hand, Micka tought all the opposite of Gaiev: he'd changed, a lot. Of course, he had good reasons to, but still, Micka felt the oceans between them, even though he pretended not to. Gaiev had lost that sparkle in the eyes, that smile, that vibe he used to have before everything went down the way it did. He didn't blame him or anything like that but still – still, he half-wished he had his old best friend back, even if it was only for a little while.
"My father died a couple of years ago," Micka said over lunch after Gaiev asked him about his family, "He died of cancer, you know smoking to him was like an arm or a leg..."
"Yeah, I remember..."
"Still, on his dying bed, he calls me over, right? And as I lean closer to hear what he has to say, he asks me, "Micka, tell me the truth: was Gaiev your lover?" What could I do?" they both laughed, "I had to tell him the truth!"
"You didn't..."
"Yes! I told him, "Yes, father. Me and Gaiev were lovers..." – You want to know what the odd thing about it? After I told him, he smiled and died in peace..."
"You will rot in hell for that..." Gaiev smiled, "Your father is looking down on you now and going, 'My son is the freaking father of lies'..."
"At least I'm the topic of conversation when he gets together with all of his dead friends... keeping his dead life interesting, don't you think? I'm making you proud pappa!!" he screamed looking to the cealing and they both laughed. Slowly, the laughter came to a silence, "I'm worried about you," Micka said trying to find Gaiev's eyes, who eluded him as much as possible, "From the moment I saw you I knew something wasn't right here. You mind telling me?"
"You're being paranoid," Gaiev laughed.
"Look at me in the eye and tell me that again"
"You are being paranoid, Micka," Gaiev said looking at Micka's eyes.
"I'll believe you – for now..."
"Where are you staying?"
"I dunno... know of any good hotels?" Micka asked looking at his plate then he turned to watch Gaiev, who had this strange look on his face, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it like that, man..."
"I know... don't worry... I'm thinking that The Palace is a good one. The rooms are nice, the bar is loaded and the beds are terrific," he smiled, "Hey! If you're not going to get the good advice of an ex-whore then who?"
"You're right..."
[The day that I was happy
I never thought it could be like this
And since no one warned me
I didn't realice it and I fell asleep...]
Gaiev arrived home later that evening and the machine already had around 15 messages and from the first one he felt his soul sink in to an abyss he didn't know it existed untill he heard those words...
"Ryo? Ryo, are you there? This is Drake man, listen: Berkely is pissed, you haven't arrived yet – call as soon as you get this, ok?"
"Hey Ryo, get your ass down to the precinct now!!!"
"Hello? Ryo, man, is Drake. Com'on, you're starting to worry me. Call..."
"Gaiev, this is Bill. Gaiev, Ryo hasn't been around the precinct, you know something? We're trying to contact his cell phone but no answer. Call me if you know anything..."
"Yo' Gaiev! This is Bikky. Man. They're looking for Ryo all over the place, where is he? I swear if something happened to him because of you I'll kick your ass!!"
"Hey there, sukka! Too bad you're not home yet. Guess who we ran into? He's a fisty one! We'll see to it that he's not so fisty if you don't get your ass down to the Raven... One hour. Be there."
By the time the message had ended, Gaiev had already called Berkeley and ran to the door, where he stopped and looked at the clock. The message and the clock where three hours apart.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- Notes from Author: Love come quick! Love come in a hurry... Valentine's day... Curse to all thee who celebrate it in freedom!!
Yes... I am bitter... :6
DanielBlair_5@hotmail.com
Author's notes: Superbowl Sunday! Again, cheering for the Panthers!!! SHEAH!!!! Listening to "Oh Sheila" and remembering my naughty days as a teenager in the 80's. The 80's were the place to be if you wanted to rock. But then again, I was a teen in the mid 80's, early 90's... he! Ok. Have a happy day.
Disclaimer: Fake! Belongs to Sanami Matoh and her people. The song is called "Ni una maldita florecita" (Not one damn little flower) by Christina y los Subterráneos
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Gaiev couldn't be happier. He was in the art school, he was working, he had Ryo. It was as if all the bad things that had happened in his life was nothing more than an old story, one that couldn't repeat itself. He gave one last drag to his cigarette before throwing it away in the middle of the night. It was half pass three in the morning, and somehow he wasn't sleepy. Ok, he was a nervous wreck – his best friend, his brother, Micka, was going to land the next day.
"You're going to catch a cold or something," he heard Ryo say as he sat right next to him. True, it was cold, but not blistering cold as it usually got around winter time, "What are you doing up anyway?"
"Can't sleep. Too much stuff going on in my mind."
"Micka, right?"
"Yeah. And I don't even know why. I mean, true, it's been almost seven years since I've last seen 'im face to face, but the last time I talked to 'im over the phone it seemed like no time 'ad gone by at all. It's just weird."
"You're afraid he won't like me?" Ryo teased, snuggling close to Gaiev, who gave a soft smirk and snuggled back.
"Well, 'e's not the one fucking you, luv – so I couldn't care less if 'e likes you or not..."
"Such profanity!" Ryo gave him a playful slap and they both laughed before kissing, "It'll be fine," he reassured his worried lover, "You'll see. Everything will be fine..."
[The day that I was happy
no one played the violin
not one damned little flower
nor a rainbow over me...]
The airport was as packed as a can of tuna. It was as if all the trips where (scheduled) to arrive at the same hour, the same day. Gaiev held a little cardboard sign that read "Miajil Piotr Ivánova" in big russian letters. All of a sudden, he got tackled from behind and both him and Micka fell to the floor, Micka in a barril of laughs, Gaiev in a barril of pain.
"Gaiev, you dirty slut!!!" Micka laguhed as he hugged his best friend tightly, both of them still on the floor, "So long! So good to see you!!"
"Micka... you fat bastard... you... can't... breathe..." Gaiev gasped, turning blue all of a sudden.
"Oh, sorry, sorry," Micka got up and helped Gaiev to do the same, "Forgive me, the excitement got the best of me..."
He hand't changed much in all these years. He was still the blond, freckled, blue-eyed guy he'd been best friends forever. Taller than Gaiev, Micka had the body of a person who doesn't nesseserally exercise yet he didn't need to; he was wearing a black coat and a fluffy hat that got in the way when it was time to tackle the best friend.
"Please tell me that's not a dead animal," Gaiev sounded miserable when Micka picked up his hat.
"This? Naah! It's dead – fake – animal. Anya gave it to me last christmas. Anya – my now ex-girlfriend"
"Shall we go pick your bags?"
"Didn't bring any," Micka shrugged his shoulders and pointed to a suitcase and a back pack, "Got all I need right here. But if you would be so kind to guide me through the malls and shopping centers of New York it would be much appreciated..."
"Never change," Gaiev shook his head in phoney disaproval, "You're still the same kid I left back in Moscow..."
"And you're not! Look at you! You've shrunk like ten kilos since I last saw you, you're so skinny!! Do you eat!?"
"Yes, I do. Com'on... I have the car outside..."
"Where's lover-boy?" Micka looked around.
"He's got a shift today, he'll be working the third one too. So, you'll get to meet him tomorrow... but he sends his greetings... and told me to ask you again to stay at out place..."
"No can't do," Micka shook his head, "You know my policy: hotel = pretty girls. And I intend to meet good american skin while I'm here."
"You twisted, sick individual..."
"Yeah" he sighed, "I try..."
They got inside the car and drove to the closest mall. Micka got to buy almost his entire wardrove and they both enjoyed just talking and making eachother company. It was like they never parted, Gaiev thought. Micka still was the same guy, with the same twisted sence of humer, the same twisted smile. On the other hand, Micka tought all the opposite of Gaiev: he'd changed, a lot. Of course, he had good reasons to, but still, Micka felt the oceans between them, even though he pretended not to. Gaiev had lost that sparkle in the eyes, that smile, that vibe he used to have before everything went down the way it did. He didn't blame him or anything like that but still – still, he half-wished he had his old best friend back, even if it was only for a little while.
"My father died a couple of years ago," Micka said over lunch after Gaiev asked him about his family, "He died of cancer, you know smoking to him was like an arm or a leg..."
"Yeah, I remember..."
"Still, on his dying bed, he calls me over, right? And as I lean closer to hear what he has to say, he asks me, "Micka, tell me the truth: was Gaiev your lover?" What could I do?" they both laughed, "I had to tell him the truth!"
"You didn't..."
"Yes! I told him, "Yes, father. Me and Gaiev were lovers..." – You want to know what the odd thing about it? After I told him, he smiled and died in peace..."
"You will rot in hell for that..." Gaiev smiled, "Your father is looking down on you now and going, 'My son is the freaking father of lies'..."
"At least I'm the topic of conversation when he gets together with all of his dead friends... keeping his dead life interesting, don't you think? I'm making you proud pappa!!" he screamed looking to the cealing and they both laughed. Slowly, the laughter came to a silence, "I'm worried about you," Micka said trying to find Gaiev's eyes, who eluded him as much as possible, "From the moment I saw you I knew something wasn't right here. You mind telling me?"
"You're being paranoid," Gaiev laughed.
"Look at me in the eye and tell me that again"
"You are being paranoid, Micka," Gaiev said looking at Micka's eyes.
"I'll believe you – for now..."
"Where are you staying?"
"I dunno... know of any good hotels?" Micka asked looking at his plate then he turned to watch Gaiev, who had this strange look on his face, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it like that, man..."
"I know... don't worry... I'm thinking that The Palace is a good one. The rooms are nice, the bar is loaded and the beds are terrific," he smiled, "Hey! If you're not going to get the good advice of an ex-whore then who?"
"You're right..."
[The day that I was happy
I never thought it could be like this
And since no one warned me
I didn't realice it and I fell asleep...]
Gaiev arrived home later that evening and the machine already had around 15 messages and from the first one he felt his soul sink in to an abyss he didn't know it existed untill he heard those words...
"Ryo? Ryo, are you there? This is Drake man, listen: Berkely is pissed, you haven't arrived yet – call as soon as you get this, ok?"
"Hey Ryo, get your ass down to the precinct now!!!"
"Hello? Ryo, man, is Drake. Com'on, you're starting to worry me. Call..."
"Gaiev, this is Bill. Gaiev, Ryo hasn't been around the precinct, you know something? We're trying to contact his cell phone but no answer. Call me if you know anything..."
"Yo' Gaiev! This is Bikky. Man. They're looking for Ryo all over the place, where is he? I swear if something happened to him because of you I'll kick your ass!!"
"Hey there, sukka! Too bad you're not home yet. Guess who we ran into? He's a fisty one! We'll see to it that he's not so fisty if you don't get your ass down to the Raven... One hour. Be there."
By the time the message had ended, Gaiev had already called Berkeley and ran to the door, where he stopped and looked at the clock. The message and the clock where three hours apart.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- Notes from Author: Love come quick! Love come in a hurry... Valentine's day... Curse to all thee who celebrate it in freedom!!
Yes... I am bitter... :6
DanielBlair_5@hotmail.com