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Finale, Part 2
Come away with me
(Norah Jones)
Slowly, he opened his eyes and felt the soft presence of deep green eyes looking at him with love and tenderness. Dee's hand was soothing him, scrambling his chestnut hair as his lips drew a soft smile, "It's okay", he said, "Are you okay?"
Ryo stared at him for a couple of minutes. There they where, in their old bed, the sunlight beaming softly across the curtains that flew with the mellow wind blowing them apart. There was nothing more than silence in the room, as Ryo's eyes started to water, touching Dee's worried face, "What's wrong?" Dee asked.
"It was all a dream?" Ryo spoke in a whisper, "Was it all a dream?"
"Dream?" Dee asked.
"You died. You died and then I – you died. And I was alone and sad, and then I went to England... and I met... this guy... who looked exactly like you... and I fell in love with him... and... and he was a prostitute... and then he shot himself... in front of me... and I was alone again... Oh, Dee!" he snuggled closer to his lover, "Dee! Tell me it was all a dream! Tell me it was all a horrible, horrible dream! Tell me that you're not dead, that I'm not alone, that everything is alright... please? Dee?"
Dee smiled sweetly, "I'm sorry," he said trailing Ryo's anguished face with his fingertips, "I wish I could tell you that... but the truth is that I am dead..."
"No... it can't..."
"Ryo... you arrived to London yesterday... you've been sleeping for hours on end... your subconscious mind had to make up something weird and painful for you to wake up," Dee sounded like his old badger self again, but when he got no response from Ryo his voice changed to that tender-loving tone, "It'll be alright, Ryo... You'll see... You'll meet someone, that I know. And I want you to be happy... don't say no to me, Ryo..." he added when Ryo started to shake his head slowly, involuntary tears starting to stream down his face as his eyes where locked in to Dee's, "I want you to be happy, do you understand? I want you to get up, open your eyes, live. Live life to the fullest, my dearest one... and I'll be happy, watching over you... always with you..."
They kissed. Ryo felt like his life was being taken with a single breath, his hands grasping to Dee's body like it was a life-saving moment. "I love you, Dee..." he said, his voice quivering.
"It's time to move on, Ryo..."
He was awake. All of a sudden he was awake, alone, in a London hotel. He hadn't even unpacked yet, let alone met someone. He didn't even stop to think when he was already standing in front of the desk, handing over the key. The receptionist blinked a couple of times, surprised by these actions.
"But Sir... you – you just checked-in yesterday... a whole week's reservation..."
Ryo smiled politely, "I need to go home," he said, "I – I can't stay here..."
It is strange, the void one feels when one wakes up from such a realistic dream. Yet Ryo was sort of happy that he came home and found an un-pregnant Carol, a happy Bikky and that old apartment of his, still intact. He wanted to keep it like this.
"I thought you where staying the whole week?" Bikky said as Ryo started to unpack.
"I couldn't stay. I had the strangest dream," Ryo meditated, but then broke it off and said, "I missed home..."
"Are... are you okay?" Carol asked, worried. Ryo nodded, "I'll be okay..." he assured her, "It's just going to take a little while..."
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Ryo sighed. A ton of paperwork was already done and another tone already waiting patiently for his attention on top of his desk. Police work never ends, he thought to himself as he started filling up some of the files.
Murders, homicide, rape. It was just another day at the 27th precinct. Ryo's partner, Drake, had been whining all day, bitching and crying about the lousy pay and how his girlfriend was not going to be happy, him getting off late and all, oops! Sorry, Ryo, I didn't mean to remind you of Dee...
"It's okay, really. I'm okay. I'm just... tired, I guess..."
"Hey! Are you doing anything this Saturday?" Drake asked. Ryo shook his head as Drake handed him a couple of tickets, "It's a benefit thing down at the Photographic Gallery. I would go, but I got assigned to the third one that day..."
"No shit... Thanks..." Ryo took the tickets. Three. Bikky, Carol and himself would have a nice time.
Finally! Something to look forward to!
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"The Photographic Gallery of the Independent Arts welcomes world-renown artist Alexéievich Borinskaya and his new photographic series, Russia in Blue..." It was like walking in to another world once they stepped inside the gallery. People in tux, women in fancy dresses, talking and giggling over the champagne poured in to the tall glassed, bubbling and getting in to your nose to tickle you kind of drink. The photos where amazing, Ryo thought to himself as he began to walk away from Carol and Bikky without noticing it. He felt a sense of nostalgia as he saw the dim lighting in Moscow on a cloudy day. His glass was empty and the table where the champagne was wasn't far from his position; he could see the small band that played soft jazz in the background, and the girl in black dress singing sensually next to the piano. People where sitting on tables scattered around the place, yes, it was a banquet, a small petite detail his friend Drake forgot to mention.
Bikky and Carol where dancing in the small dance floor and Ryo felt a little envious specially since a couple of male companions where dancing as well. Then, there was a strange shiver run up and down his spine as he turned around to glare at the young photographer whose work was being honored that day. Eyes meeting in crushing contact...
... They say that when you meet the love of your life... time stops...
Ryo turned to drink nervously from his glass. He turned back. The artist was gone. Good. Good. No need to be all moody all of a sudden, right? It wasn't possible... It wasn't even close to being possible.
This guy looked like...
"Umm... Hello..."
Ryo almost spitted out the champagne and the young man took a step back in surprise by Ryo's reaction, "Oh... s-sorry I startled you...I just..."
They looked in to each other's eyes again. He looked like Dee... but with brownish-red hair and whiter skin... taller too... skinnier... smelling nice...
"You – I... well... I saw you coming in..." he said in a marked English accent, feeling completely ashamed of himself and even turning in to a soft shade of pink as he spoke, "... and well... I – I know this is going to sound terribly odd... yet... I – I know I 'ad a dream about you the other night... I know! I know it sounds weird!" he giggled nervously when he caught a glimpse of Ryo's surprised face, "I am a bit odd, my friend Micka keeps telling me I'm a walking circus monkey... But I swear it's true... your name is Ryo, right?"
"Gaiev?" Ryo whispered. The other one smiled in amusement.
"Oh my God!" he laughed, "You sound just like in my dreams!"
"You're... a photographer?" Ryo said without really taking note of what he was saying. Gaiev nodded, "An artist. First time in America, actually. But isn't it strange? I mean, I've dreamt with a lot of people before, but never actually got to meet one in my dreams first and then... and then meeting them in person and realizing just how... wonderful their eyes are in real life..."
Ryo blushed deeply and looked down, feeling completely unarmed by this man's gaze. Then, a soft touch in his chin made him lift his head back up.
"Gaiev Alexéievich Borinskaya, at your service..."
"I know..." Ryo whispered completely lost in Gaiev's aroma, his eyes staring bluntly at Gaiev's lips, feeling the need to kiss them and being kissed by them in return "I've dreamt about you too... what are the odds, hum?"
Gaiev smiled, "Want to dance?" he asked and Ryo nodded, letting himself being led to the dance floor as a new song started to play.
Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us with their lies
I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come...
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
"Ya znal, chto naydu tebya..." Gaiev whispered and Ryo knew exactly what that meant. Gaiev leaned over for a kiss, and it was as if no one else existed in the entire room, a room that started spinning in Ryo's head ad he found himself kissing this... stranger? Could he be called a stranger?
Or a dream come true maybe?
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me
Maybe...
"And if dreams where meant to last forever..." Ryo whispered softly, "let it be a second in your arms..."
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Ending a new story. Second fanfic I finish (first one was the Sakura Cardcaptors one in Spanish. Started a second part for it a year ago... not gonna happen...) and I am happy and proud of finishing it. Started as a crazy idea in my head... glad you liked it... I hope...
And so, it ends. I want to thank all of you who had been reading along these lines, waiting patiently as I un-screwed my head and my computer to get this job done. Ha! I bet you didn't expect this final twist, did you? Yes. I am the master of my own domain... Well, to let you know, I was inspired by Brad Pitt's ass in Troy to make this chapter happen. Not true. Ha ha. Half of it. Anyway, I want to thank the wonderful artist whose music has inspired me and kept me awake throughout all these nights of working. I would also like to thank the inventors of wine, because it too was a constant companion in the making of Russian Blue (Hello, my name is Rainy, and I have a problem ) Thank yous go out to the guy who invented Ramen (let's face it, it HAD to be a guy; a chubby lonely guy who had waaay too much time in his hands) and to the person who invented Tic-tacs... and to those wacky elves who live in a tree and make such yummy cookies!! To Sanami Matoh, for creating such wonderful characters (got the FINAL Fake manga today... sob sob) and to other mangakas who have created such wonderful mangas and that soon enough I shall be doing a fanfic about them (Ha ha ha). Thank you to all my loyal readers, whom I shall never get tired of sucking up to because I want you to keep reading my stories (another one on the way, just have to get my act together, okay?) To my friends... okay, maybe not all of them. Just two. Okay, so they are more than friends to me. First, to my mistress, the one who had her whip ready to go at the first sight of me not writing, Angie: lyublyu tebya vsem sertsem, vsey dushoyu. Secondly, to Tenshi, my mirror-image life who is more than a friend: you are my sister and my inspiration to keep fighting no matter how sucky the odds are. I love you, my dearest friend, and remember that I am here, no matter what happens.
And with this, I say to you... at this particular time, somewhere, someplace, a chubby guy is touching his belly...
Y para todos ustedes los parlantes de habla hispana... los adoro. Recuerden que cuando todo el resto falla, siempre se puede uno divertir con explosivos...
Ja né!
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