Secrets

Disclaimer: FAKE belongs to Sanami Matoh and not KitanaUno or associates.

Note: I don't know what Ryo's parent's names are and black and white manga does not show the color hair or eyes of Aunt Elena or Uncle Rick. I just made up the names of Ryo's mother (Since I clearly know Ryo's dad was named Frank).

Chapter One: Closet Skeletons

" What in the hell does Ryo need again?" Rick asked his wife Elena as they walked up the creaking steps towards the attic. She frowned staring at her husband. She pushed dark blond hair away from her face and turned to him. " The yellow envelope where that information on their death was filed," Elena replied, reaching the last step up to the attic. The hard wooden floors creaked under their combined weight as Elena walked slowly towards the back of their attic, pushing past old dusty furniture and boxes filled with things they had yet to unpack; despite the fact they had been living in the old house for years. " Where did you put it?" Rick questioned his wife, running long fingers through his own blonde hair. He sighed, moving towards his wife who was kneeling besides a large black chest. " This one is your brother's right?" Rick asked, sitting besides his wife. " Yep, this one is Frank's chest," The blond woman replied. She felt the cold wood under her fingertips. " Well, just be warned, Frank kept a lot of stuff in his chests, so don't be surprised if you find crap from the 1900's," Elena smiled, pointing at the dusty inside of the chest. It was painted black with Frank McLean's signature on the inside of the lid. Rick chuckled, looking through old pictures of Elena and Frank and an occasional few of Ryo, Elena, Frank and his wife. Rick could never remember her name. " What's Ryo's mother's name?" Rick questioned Elena. She frowned and looked up at him. " Rick! Her name was Liz." Elena replied, rolling up her pink shirt's sleeves. " It's extremely depressing looking through this stuff," Elena said. Rick wrapped his arms around his wife, embracing her briefly and inhaling her scent. She smelled of sunflowers mixed in rich fragrant wine and honey. Elena smiled, wrapping her own arms around his neck. " Weren't we looking for something?" Rick asked, interrupting their lovely moment. Elena laughed and nodded, handing Rick a stack of yellowing papers including newspapers and old magazine cut outs.
They had searched for hours looking for the yellow envelope they needed to find. Elena's beautiful pink shirt became grimy and dusty with the dirt surrounding the attic. She sighed and inhaled a decent amount of dust, making her sneeze. The blond woman moaned in agony and fatigue. She was certainly about to give up when two fairly thick yellow office envelopes caught her attention. One of the envelopes was more of a pale yellow color, proving it was older. Elena grabbed it along with the other yellow envelope. She moved the envelope closer to her face, finding that the bittersweet scent of her brother's cologne. It was faint, but still present. Elena examined the address on the envelope. It was addressed to someone in London, England. She stared at the address blankly, wondering who her brother had written to and dumped at least half of his bottle of cologne on paper for. Elena's mind drifted and it seemed that her hands were moving on their own. She opened the envelope slowly to reveal a handwritten letter. It was written in her brother's handwriting. The blond surveyed the enveloped and found another document, this time; it was a birth certificate belonging to someone with no name but a last name, " McLean." Elena exhaled sharply, examining the birth certificate. She gasped for air as she neared the name written over the line that read, "Mother's maiden name." She stared at the envelope's address, fighting to see through tears. The birth certificate clearly did not belong to Ryo. It belonged to someone three years younger than him.
" Rick!" Elena screamed from the attic. Rick had gone downstairs to make some lunch. He dropped the table knife he was using and ran up the stairs towards the attic as he heard his wife's scream. "I found it along with something else," Elena explained. Rick grasped his wife's shoulders, noticing the serious look on his wife's face. " What's wrong?"

In the small apartment of Ryo McLean, the young Ryo sighed, desperately trying to separate the two violent males he seemed to be taking care of." Dee! Bikky! Quit it!" Ryo screamed. The tone in his voice became more rash and violent every time he had to separate the two. " Relax, Ryo. We were just playing." Bikky said, picking up the ashtray they had managed to knock down while fighting. " Hey, did anything come in the mail today?" Ryo asked, when both Dee and Bikky had calmed down completely. Bikky looked up from the floor. " Eh? Oh wait, some huge yellow envelope did come in the mail along with a letter from them," Bikky replied. Ryo stood from his seat on the couch and looked through the mail. He sighed and began tossing the bills into a pile and miscellaneous junk into another. " Here it is," He said, placing the yellow envelope on the couch and sitting beside it to read the personal letter from his aunt and uncle. Ryo smiled and stared up at Bikky." They're in London now. Another expedition type thing." Bikky nodded, watching Dee who was somehow quieter than usual. " What did you send for?" Dee asked, staring up at his sexy honey blonde partner. " A few of my parent's documents." Ryo replied, smiling sadly at Dee. The dark haired detective raised an eyebrow, eyeing his partner suspiciously. " What for?" He asked, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. " I wanted to investigate their deaths on my own." Ryo replied. Dee shook his head, staring in disbelief at Ryo. " Don't do that. Give it to someone who will be able to investigate it without going crazy, Ryo." Dee said. He was quieter than he normally was. Ryo nodded understanding that he could lose his mind if he ever found who his parent's killers were. " I know...I'll try to find someone," Ryo replied, smiling at his partner," I understand."

Weeks after their departure from New York's John F. Kennedy airport, Elena and Rick took their long awaited photographic expedition to London, England. The white town car gleamed in the evening sun as the rays of light bounced off of the hood and windshield. " This is it, Madame, Sir, 1920 Englewood," the driver of the town car spoke with a thick British accent, his words almost slurred and hard to understand. Elena and Rick nodded, paying him a nice amount for the ride from the airport to the large white estate that stood before them, basking in the evening sunlight. " It's beautiful," Elena said, her eyes widening as she stared at the finely kept estate. " May I help you, Madame? Sir?" A young woman in her mid twenties appeared from behind a bush. She wore gardening clothes and a sun hat with a yellow sunflower on the brim.

" Uh...yes, we are looking for a Miss Sarah Cohen," Elena replied, watching the girl eye her strangely. " The Mistress is inside. Follow me," The girl said, signaling the estate house. Elena and Rick followed the young woman through the large white estate. The house was gorgeous on the inside, decorated in gold and silver, fine wooden furniture and glass chandeliers. Elena admired the expensive paintings and photographs. She smiled, passing by beautiful white doors.
" She's here," the young woman said, pointing to a door that led to a study. On a soft white couch, lay a woman in her mid-forties. She frowned, looking out of the window at the garden below. " Mistress, you have guests." The young woman spoke softly. Elena studied the woman by the window and smiled, she seemed like the kind of person who was quiet and elegant, but odd and conceited. The younger woman escorting Elena and Rick walked out quietly. " How can I help you?" The woman asked. Her white gown reached up to her small feet. It was a strapless gown, similar to a wedding dress but without the layers of skirt underneath. " I am Elena McLean and this is my husband Rick Johnson, we're here to see Sarah Anne Cohen, is that you by any chance?" Elena questioned after introducing herself. Sarah smiled and nodded.

" Yes, that is me. What are you here for?" Sarah asked, for someone who lived in London, she sounded a lot more American than Elena and Rick themselves. " Did you know a man named Frank McLean?" Rick asked, waiting patiently for Sarah's answer. She stalled, looking down at the perfectly carpeted floor. " As a matter of fact, I did," Sarah began, " To be honest, he is the father of my child..."
" The father of your child?" Elena choked on the words as they stumbled out of her mouth. " What?" Rick questioned, looking at Sarah. She sighed, touching a picture on the desk in the far corner of the study. " He is the father of my child. I know he was married. We had an affair. He lied to me for quite sometime and said he wasn't married, but when I turned around here he was with his wife, apologizing to my child and me because he had been foolish. He was bored...tired of living the same life. He wanted adventure and all he got was a child he would only know briefly," Sarah said, inhaling sharply as she spoke. Elena stared at her; worried that the woman's chest might burst open if she continued to breathe that heavily. " So the birth certificate in this envelope belongs to your child?" Elena asked, handing Sarah the envelope. Sarah opened it, looking at the birth certificate. " Yes, it was. He erased the name." Sarah replied. Elena gripped her pink shirt tightly around the collar. " Is it a boy or girl?" Rick asked, wrapping his arms around his wife. " Boy. I named him Lev. He has his father's last name," Sarah chuckled as if reminiscing on some funny event. " How old?" Elena questioned. Sarah smiled and faced her.

" Twenty five. I believe he is three years younger than Frank's first son."
" You know about Ryo?" Elena shot up from her seat, accidentally knocking Rick into the wall. " Yes. Liz visited me. She came and cried here. Came and screamed at us both for being unfaithful. She screamed at Frank for lying and at me for being careless and trying to ruin a perfect family," Sarah sighed, " but he never told me about it. He kept to himself except when we first met. He talked about a lot of things." Elena nodded, sitting on the now unoccupied white sofa. She could no longer stand. This was too much to handle. " What relationship do you have with Frank?" Sarah asked. " I'm his sister," Elena smiled at Sarah; she had to admit that this woman was in no way mean spirited or evil. " I do apologize if I ever did anything to ruin their family. I let him go without even saying goodbye to Lev." Sarah sat on the large swivel chair placed behind the desk. She touched the rim of the photograph's frame and smiled. The sun set in the eerie silence of the room. Neither Elena nor Rick had any other questions. Everything was simple to understand. Frank, Ryo's father was a good man, but a jerk. He had deceived his wife and lover and had two children who only had a three-year age difference. " I want to meet him," Elena said, her voice almost a whisper. " Can I?" Sarah smiled at Elena and nodded, standing up and walking towards her. " Yes. He'll be here shortly." Sarah explained.
A loud crash near the door of the study interrupted the silence. " Mom! You in here?" The voice of a young hyperactive man echoed through the long halls of the estate and into the study.

" Mom?" The young man peered into the study, noticing the two blondes in the room, all of them facing him. His mother smiled as she called him towards her with her hands. " What's going on?" Lev questioned. His long blonde hair fell down his back, reaching a little beyond his shoulders. Elena smiled, watching as the young man set down a book bag and sat beside her.

" Lev McLean," He introduced himself to Elena, extending his hand for her to take. She smiled. " Elena McLean, but you can call me Aunt Elena."

A/N:
Okay, so here we are at the end of chapter one. Chapter two is typed and ready. I'm just waiting for reviews saying I suck and am polluting the FAKE section like so many others are doing. ¬¬
I'd like to thank Storm Elf for helping me create Lev's character. Go read her stories and review them! She's an awesome writer!
I'd also like to thank my sister KC for coming up with crazy ass plots for me to write stories for.

Review please! I appreciate feedback. Thanks for reading everyone!