There Are Days like This Too

Author: Irish Kaoru

FAKE

Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE in any way shape of form. I think you all know this but I thought that I would make it clear

A/N sorry about the delay in posting this… my life has just been a little more hectic than normal (and normal means running around like a chicken with my head cut off). –BOWS- please forgive me. And once again if you haven't taken a look at my profile and you are reading this chapter I would love you to go and take a look at the note that I have there regarding my absence of leave in the month of November. Then again –for all you who actually like this story (which is a lot more than I though hehe (Thank you for all the PMs and reviews a few more and this will be my … well one of my most successful fics (outdone only by 'The Note' and 'Missing you'))) I am trying to get at least 2 chapters ahead so that I will have something to post come next month however, I cannot make any promises.

Chapter 8

Endangerment

Dee's POV

I walked out of the classroom a little bit more disgruntled than I had walked into it. Things didn't add up at all. There was no way this man committed suicide. That was evident by the way that his body was laying on the desk. At that angle it would be imposable for him to cut his Achilles' heel. But the other thing that was completely baffling me was that if it wasn't suicide was it really murder.

How could he manage to cut his heels at that angle? There was no way in hell he moved himself around after the heels were cut. I knew that for a fact because of the way the blood flowed on the floor. After you have been in this line of work as long as I had you learn to pick up on these things just by a glance at the body. The puddle of blood that surrounded him sowed that he hadn't moved because there was no one place that had less or more blood than another.

As far as the angle of the cuts they were directly from left to right at a in a straight line. If he had cut himself in that position the line would have veered up more to more to the right on his left foot and the left on his right foot because the angle he would have to put his body in would just be to difficult to make a straight cut

'Wow' I thought to myself 'I just used the word angle in more sentence than I think I ever had in math class… I guess some math really does come in handy in the real world' [1

The only other thing that I could pick up from the scene was a piece of paper that had something written in either Chinese or Japanese, I couldn't really tell which. My hopes were that it was in Japanese in which case Ryo would be able to help, but there were a lack of people I knew who spoke Chinese so I may be at a loss if it wasn't what I hoped for; then again there was always 'little China' downtown.

I heaved a sigh of relief as I climbed the stairs to the apartment that Ryo and I now shared, having pushed the whole other set of problems I was about to face to the back of my mind when I had entered the school.

When I walked in I noticed a delightful scent in the air and knew that Ryo must have started cooking something or other for lunch. I can't remember the last time that he had cooked during the day. Our diet most of the time consisted of either a sandwich brought from home or fast food for lunch. I walked into the kitchen with a smile on my face, but it didn't last long.

Ryo's POV

I really had to take my mind off of things. My world still felt like it was falling in around me when I thought that there was nothing left to fall on me. I forced myself off the couch knowing that my body was physically exhausted from all the cleaning that I had done earlier and emotionally drained from pervious events as well, however, when I stopped, even if just for a moment, my thought would plague me.

All I could see was the look on Dee's face, the utter disappointment and horror that was buried in his eyes even if his expressions had showed nothing other than worry. I would close my eyes and that would be all I would see. At least if I was doing something I would have to concentrate on the task at hand, this would prevent me from looking at those jade eyes that were burned into my mind.

I began to rummage through the cupboards thinking that the most involved thing I could do was cook, and after all, with everything that Bikky had gone through he deserved a good lunch at least. Much to my disappointment I could find very little. I went to the fridge and pulled out the pound of ground beef that I had and put it in the microwave to defrost.

While I was at it I may as well make dinner too. Spaghetti sauce always tasted better if it was simmered for a day. After the beef was in the pot cooking and seasoned I turned to the fridge and grabbed the tomatoes, it was a use them now or throw them away thing so I thought I would make homemade today using half of the beef for the sauce and the other half for sloppy Joe's. I was really just trying to keep my mind from wandering; at this point I was failing. I could feel the tears in running down my cheeks and my vision blur as I set to cutting the vegetables for the sauce.

It happened so fast that I wasn't even sure if I really knew it had happened at all. A feeling that I had grown use to as cold steel cuts deep into warm flesh. The only thing that was different with this was that I actually felt pain from the onion juices seeping into the cut. I looked down wondering how I had managed to cut myself so high up. The bandage that was covering my arm had a nice thin tear in it and it was now seeping with red.

All I could do was look at it. The same reaction that I have… no had, every time that I cut myself. It was relatively memorizing, but in a different way then when I did it to myself. This time I knew I could pawn it off as an accident, that even if Dee did walk in and see me like this I could explain without feeling ashamed of what happened.

As much as I knew that I should take care of it I couldn't tear my eyes off of it. It was beautiful, and I know that that is odd to say. But there was something about the contrast of colors that couldn't be called anything other than beautiful. Blood red against stark white was quickly becoming my favorite color. [2

But never before had I felt like this. I was dizzy; the gauze was now so absorbed with my blood that it had begun to leek down my arm drenching my shirt as well as a making a small puddle on the floor. I took an unsteady step forward to lean on the sink and tore off the bandage. Just how long had I been standing there? How deep was the cut?

I saw things slip into black starting at the edge of my vision and work it's way inwards. I could hear what sounded like the ocean but I soon realized that it was the sounds of things around me becoming muted. I stumbled backwards now consumed by the darkness and tried to feel my way around, find anything that I could wrap around my arm to stop the bleeding and then…

Dee's POV

My heart stopped. There was a mess in the kitchen and Ryo was lying on the floor unmoving, his hand clutched over his arm with a large amount of blood seeping through his fingers. 'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god' I repeated it like a mantra in my head.

"Bikky!" I yelled at the top of my lungs knowing that the kid had to be home, he was in no state to stop off anywhere before hand. "Bikky!" I yelled again and heard him come sauntering around the corner. I latched onto Ryo's wrist with my hand.

"Jesus Christ!" Bikky called out in surprise when he saw what was happening.

"Don't just stand there damn it, call an ambulance!" He took off and I could hear him pick up the phone in record speed. I inhaled deeply and smelt something burning. I looked up at the stove and cussed as a grease fire had started from the meet that Ryo was cooking be left on the burner to long.

"Bikky" I yelled again "Bikky get in here quick!" The teen ran back into the kitchen and 'eeped' when he saw the stove. I reached out with my free hand and talked to the operator while instructing Bikky to smother it and not put water on it.

"I need an ambulance" I said my tone strained to stay calm. Normally that wasn't the problem, there had been many times I had to call an ambulance on the job, but never once had those times involved the man that I loved.

"Where are you sir" the woman spoke calmly I took a quick breath and gave her the address as well as a description of my situation.

"I don't know how long he's been out for but there is a decent amount of blood on the floor." I told her she confirmed that an ambulance was on its way and asked me to stay on the line until they got there. I handed the phone back to Bikky so that I could use my other hand to add a little more pressure to the wound. Although the bleeding had slowed it hadn't stopped and I was fearful that he had already lost too much. What possessed him to do something like this? I could feel the warm liquid trail down my face just as I had felt the blood slip between my fingers.

The next half hour passed in a blur as the paramedics came, bandaged Ryo's arm as tightly as they could, put him on the stretcher and carried him off. I wanted to go but knew that I couldn't leave Bikky there. After a quick confirmation to which hospital they were transferring him to I ran back upstairs to see Bikky standing in the center of the kitchen looking down at the blood that was on the floor and sobbing.

"Don't look at it!" I said quickly grabbing him and turning him around to grab him in a fierce hug. This kid had to be traumatized after everything that he had been threw in the last few hours. I picked him up and carried him out of the kitchen into the living room. With the phone in one hand and Bikky still wrapped in the other I made a call to the orphanage to see if mother could take him in for a little while so I could go to the hospital. I knew the kid shouldn't be by himself but the one person that I could think of that would be able to really help him was now on his way to the hospital. I was torn about my duties, one as the lover of a man who is in the hospital in a condition unknown and the other to the boy that I have started to think of as my son.

A/N: Well how's that for angst? This idea popped into my head about three minutes into writing this story,

[1 a little joke because after I had wrote it I noticed how many times I had used the word 'angle' in three paragraphs and almost did a face plant. So yeah Dee's thought are the exact words I said to myself after I read it again.

[2 I really do know that it is odd for me to call the blood beautiful. However, as I have stated before this is a problem that I am going through and a lot of Ryo's comments about the beauty of the blood come from thought that I have had when I looked at the damage that I inflicted on myself. I could never really compare it to anything else that I have ever seen, and I am in the army I know what blood looks like (well I know what happens when someone gets hurt… I work in an accident prone unit lol) I think that this line of thought has a lot to do with fact that blood is life it's self so looking at it you are really looking at your own life force. Author's ramblings you can forget this.

OK on a side note: I have a new goal! Seeing as how I average about 7 -8 reviews per chapter I want to break 100 reviews for this story. At the time I posting this I have 40 reviews even. I want to break 45 because that is the most that I have for any story but I don't want to settle at that I want over 100 by stories end so please review, let me know what you think, what I should change, yadda yadda yadda!

ALSO: hehe I don't think any of you have seen what is going on with the chapter names. If you think you see the pattern let me know and I will totally write you into this story as a character that I promise not to kill off. (not much of a prize I know but I really want to throw some more characters in here that will either mess with Dee and Ryo or help them along… that however will be up to me –smiles-) it's a first come first serve but if you are not the first no worries because I may use more than one or all of you. Just post what you think the patterned is of PM me and give me a name of a character that will be devoted and dedicated to you alone

LASTLY: the last post for possibly a month will happen on October 31st so please look forward to it!!!

Ja-ne mina

P.S. sorry about the short chapters!!!