Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE, or any of the characters.

Note: Noticing how there was a lack in vampire fics in the FAKE section, and that the few that I knew of have mysteriously disappeared, I am going to try my hand at writing one myself. The important facts to remember: I don't own a single copy of any of the FAKE manga volumes and I have never written a FAKE fic before. I have, however, a friend that can help me straighten out the details in the end since she does own a copy of the manga series. So please forgive me for mistakes in descriptions, events, and personalities, and grammar. I'm only a human…who wants to be an artist, not a professional writer. This is for fun, treat it as such.

Warnings: AU/OOC…(as to be expected of a vamp fic) blood, gore…and shounen-ai (as to be expected of FAKE).

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Chapter 1: Unexpected Tenant

Ryo stifled a yawn as he continued to pour over the files and forms on his desk. He looked up over the papers as he heard, "Man, you still here? Go home. We'll finish it up tomorrow, I'll lock up. Get some sleep, you look exhausted." Ryo gave a grateful nod to Drake before getting up, stretching as he did so, before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. Even though his brain was exhausted, his thoughts continued to pour over his current cases that just weren't adding up…People complaining of seeing a 'peeping tom' on the rooftops…A handful of anemic homeless people being found dead in various areas…one woman missing…and a largely wanted drug dealer running up the 27th precinct claiming that a demon was going to kill him if he didn't confess all of his crimes to that particular precinct…All this just within about three months…

He shook his head to clear it before opening the door to his apartment, he had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he had failed to notice a man in black garb across the street, watching him enter the building.

"Hey, Ryo!" a blond-haired girl greeted Ryo with a smile before turning back towards a blonde-haired boy with dark skin, arguing with him.

"Hello, Carol…Bikky. What's the problem now?" he sighed as he sat down, the two children stopped bickering and turned their attention to him. Bikky opened his mouth to say something, but Carol interjected,

"Can Bikky stay over at my house tonight, Ryo?"

"Wha? Why—oof!" Carol elbowed Bikky in the side, and he glared at her before adding, "Erm, can I go? …Please, Ryo?" The exhausted cop muttered a confirmation and headed for his bedroom, but stopped to add, "Just stay out of trouble, you two." He then fell onto his bed after they quickly gathered up Bikky's stuff and left.

"Carol, why am I coming over again?" Bikky muttered as he walked down the hallway from Ryo's apartment door.

"Didn't you notice how tired Ryo looked? He needs as much rest as possible, and he will probably get more sleep in if you aren't there."

"Oh…" the boy went silent as in thought, while Carol rolled her eyes. The two strolled out of the building, completely ignoring a man that walked past them.

Ryo awoke to the sound of someone knocking on his door. He groggily sat up, fixed his shirt, and headed for the door, "Yes? Can I help you?" He'd cracked the door open to see a man dressed in a black trench coat that went down to his black boots. His black hair fell over his sunglasses, which he removed to reveal green eyes as he started to speak, "I was hoping you could. You see I've got two problems, one of which I'm afraid you are the only one that could help…The other, I would rather you try to help considering that I am already here. May I come in?" Ryo scanned the man over once more for shutting the door in his face, only to unhook the latch and opening the door once more, "Come in." The man walked past him and Ryo shut the door, not catching the smiled that flashed across the other man's face. "So…you are?" Ryo said as he sat down on the other side of the couch.

"Dee. My name is Dee Laytner."

"Laytner…?" 'Where have I heard that name before?' "Ah, I'm—"

"Randy Maclean. Often called Ryo since you're half Japanese."

"Huh? Do I kno—"

"Know me? No. Then how do I know you? All in due time. First, my problems, then your questions." Ryo frowned,

"Well, get on with it then." Dee gave a small smile,

"Very well. My first problem is that I have no place to stay and no home to go to. I've been sleeping on various rooftops for about three months now. Will you let me stay with you for a while?"

"What? Stay with me? I don't even know you!" Ryo was standing now, looking quite perplexed.

"…Fine. What if we make a trade? I can help you on your case that's been giving you nothing but sleepless nights and migraines…while you allow me to sleep under your roof for a while. What do you say?" Ryo's mouth moved, but nothing came out. He was trying to say 'no, get out of my apartment' but something wasn't letting it come out. Maybe it was the overwhelming temptation to finally get a bit of help on his cases, or maybe not…either way, "Alright. You can stay…for now," came out of his mouth. Dee stood and shook Ryo's hand, "Thank you, you won't regret it." Ryo wasn't so sure, but he was too tired to truly care at the moment.

((AN: Good? Bad? Confused? Reviews please! ))