AN: Sorry for such a long wait. I've been in a bit of a bad mood. I got a D on a Bible paper, so I have not wanted to write. But, I think I've gotten over it and now I think I can complete this chapter now. Also I am back in school so updates will be spontaneous.

Chapter 6

"Fucking Ryo."

Dee mumbled as he walked down the dark street.

"Why the hell did I think that I could trust a person."

Dee was not happy with the current situation. The one man he thought that he could trust turned out to be his enemy. He felt so stupid.

"After all this time…after all that time wanting to go back to him…"

Dee angrily kicked a can that was in his way. The noise echoed off the walls of the buildings. Save for a few streetlights, the road Dee had to walk down on his way home was very dark. It was a road Dee didn't particularly enjoy being on at this time of night.

"Stupid cops. Making have to walk home right now."

Dee kept up his grumbling. He picked up his pace a little, and soon he was turning the corner. He could see his home from here, and that made him feel a lot better.

"I can go home and just forget about everything."

Dee was soon at his front door. He walked in and took his shoes off. He plopped himself down on the bed and sighed.

"I can forget all about his blonde hair, and those pretty deep brown eyes, and his smooth looking skin, even the melodic tone of his voice. And that caring, trusting, sweet nature of his…Shit."

Dee realized that trying to forget about Ryo was going to be harder then he imagined.

OOOoooOOO

Ryo and Ted stared at each other for a long time, until Ryo spoke.

"You…you kissed me."

Ryo was shocked. Ted had kissed him. Did this mean that Ted might harbor feelings for him?

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Please don't be angry. It was the only thing I could think of to do."

"I…I think I'm going to take a walk."

Ryo got up and put his shoes on. He grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

OOOOooooOOO

Dee tossed and turned on his mattress. He was having nightmares again. Dee didn't have ones like this for a long time. But that cop just had to make him remember things he thought that he had long ago buried deep inside of himself. His dreams normally went something like this:

Dee was walking down a lavishly decorated hallway. The color was focused on deep shades of blue, with very dark lighting that accented the blues nicely. He stopped at a door at the end of the hall and turned the knob. Once he stepped inside the room, everything turned red. He saw his father lying dead across his desk, while an assassin stood over the dead body. Dee recognized the man, but in his dreams he could never recall the name. The assassin turned to face Dee and pointed the gun towards him, and shot. Before the bullet hit Dee, he woke up. He was panting and sweating as though he had just ran a mile.

"Shit."

Dee cursed. He heard a small knocking noise coming from his front door.

"Who the hell is that at this time of night?"

He said to himself as he got up. He opened the door to find a panting Ryo.

"Sorry Dee, but I just had to come and see you."

Ryo said as he caught his breath.

"I jogged from my place to here. It was a good few blocks, but I just had to come see you."

Dee looked at Ryo with hatred. How dare he come to him at this hour.

"Ryo, come back tomorrow. I am very tired and I would like to get some sleep."

Dee began shutting the door, but not before he heard Ryo speak again.

"Wait! Dee please listen to me. I need to speak to you now. Please just hear me out once. After this I'll leave you alone. Forever if you want."

Dee thought for a second and, against his better judgment, let Ryo in.

"Fine. But you only have a minute, so you had better make it fast."

Dee continued to glare at Ryo. Ryo looked around the small sparse room. Dee really didn't have a lot did he?

"Can I sit?"

Dee just shrugged as Ryo plopped down onto one of the beanbag chairs.

"Cool chairs."

"Ryo, what are you here for?"

Ryo nodded.

"Why were you angry at the police station earlier?"

Dee sighed as he sat down on one of the chairs as well.

"I don't like cops. They use what power they have to get away with anything. Even murder."

"But not all cops are like that Dee. You know that. What makes you distrust people so much? Especially cops?"

Dee just smiled bitterly.

"Every person I have ever met, never had a pure bone in their body. Be it cop or regular old Joe off the street. When I had met you…I thought maybe you were different. You took me into your home, fed me your food, and gave me your scarf."

"Scarf?"

Dee nodded as he got up and walked to a small closet. He pulled the warn piece of material out.

"I…I couldn't get rid of it. It was the only thing that someone had given to me, because they were concerned about my well being."

Dee handed it to Ryo, and he held it gingerly in his hands. He remembered that he had given him this. His grandmother had always told him that the color yellow stood for friendship.

"And now, I find out that you're one of those crooked cops. You're one of the people who I can't trust with anything. I'm sorry Ryo, but…I don't want to see you again."

Ryo snapped back to reality when he heard this.

"What? Why Dee? What did I do? Just because I'm a police officer doesn't mean that you can just wash your hands of me. Dee, please…I really need to talk to you. I really need you to trust me. Please."

Dee didn't want to look at Ryo. He knew his heart would break at the sight of his face.

"No. Ryo please, just go. Take…take what's left of the scarf with you."

Ryo looked at Dee shocked. Trying to figure out a way to get Dee to open up to him and tell him the reason behind all of this.

"Ryo…go."

Ryo nodded and walked towards the door. He opened it and disappeared into the night. Dee stood alone in his living room.

"That was the right thing to do, right?"

AN: Yeah. Dee has major trust problems. But with the life he's lived, who wouldn't? Anyway, you'll see why he's got such bad trust problems later on. I really hope things aren't rushed in this story. This is one of the ones that I started thinking it wasn't going to be a real long saga, but it's turning into quite a story. I thought the TedxRyo thing was good. Now I bet things are going to be different between them. Very different….Hint Hint Wink Wink Ahem….Before I open my big mouth and give anything away, I should stop. So, review and goodnight…or good morning depending on where you live.