Disclaimer for FAKE

Fandom: FAKE

Pairing: Dee/Ryo

Rating: Work safe. There might be some language though so be prepared for that. No lemon scene again. Sorry about that. Perhaps in a later chapter.

Spoilers: After Vol. 7

Timing: First year of being together. Just after the end of the last volume for sure. I think somewhere in the middle of May maybe since I want it to be spring. Probably just a couple of months after getting together.

Summary: Ryo finds a possible ally in a Japanese man and Bikky wanders the streets for some sort of help without noticing that he's being followed.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of FAKE. They belong to Sanami Matoh. I'm just a poor fan fic writer. I do own the characters of Hideo, Pedro, Tanisha, Shantaya, and Tanisha.

A/N: Once again I'm sorry about how long it took me to update my story. I'm still working on it so please don't give up on me. I've just been super busy still and it's real hard to find time to work on this at all. But once again, I haven't forgotten the story and I still intend to finish it up as soon as possible. Thanks to all of my loyal readers for your patience and for being there for me. I'll update as soon as possible.

Beted by no one totally at the moment. Looked at by Vovo after it's up.

Trouble in Little New York Chapter 11

Same day as police conference

Ryo slowly opens his eyes painfully, and then quickly shuts them again from the harsh sunlight that glares through the dingy window. He carefully opens them again, and waits for them to adjust to the light before opening them the rest of the way. The first thing he realizes is that he's on his back once again looking up at the stained celling. The second thing he notices is the horrible, throbbing pain his bottom half is in. he moves his head and neck experimentally and winces in pain, but from stiff muscles. He endures the pain in order to look at himself as best as he can. He's not surprised to see that he's still naked, but he's shocked to see that he's been cleaned up. Even his sheets and pillow case feel fresher. He's able to finally take a good look at the rope that keeps his feet together and he sees how he's able to be flipped around without being untied.

Even though he can open and close his feet together, he can't move them too far apart from each other. He can only move them about two to three inches apart. There's a piece of rope in between his feet that's tied to the rope that's around his ankles and that keeps him tied to the foot of the bed with a single rope. Ryo tries to maneuver his head around to see his hands but that proved to be too painful and difficult to do. He figures it's pretty much the same set up as his legs.

Finally Ryo lies back onto the pillow and stares in humiliation and frustration at the celling. What did I do to deserve this, he thinks to himself, and then remembers the earlier speech from the man called Eric Gray. He shudders at the very thought of that name. I hope Dee and Bikky are okay, he thinks to himself again since there was nothing else to do but let his mind wander, I know Dee will do whatever he can to find me and get me out of here. Then he begins to think about his violated body and tears begin to slide silently down the sides of his face as he begins to feel dirty. Dee might not even want me anymore once he finds out what happened to me, his thoughts begin to make his fear rise up. He holds his sobs in check for fear of drawing attention to himself and tries with all his might to get himself under control. Once he gets his tears to stop flowing, he realizes how hungry and parched he is. He keeps quiet, however, feeling that these people wouldn't give a damn about him in the least.

As he continues to lie quietly, and trying to keep from thinking, he begins to hear voices outside his door once again. At first his heartbeat begins to speed up along with his breathing as he thinks that that the handsome, mad man was coming back to rape him again, but then he forces himself to calm down and to listen to the voices on the other side of the door. He breaths a sigh of relief when he doesn't hear the rich tenor voice that he only heard once, but now loathes to hear it again. As he listens to the two voices he realizes that they are different from the ones before. They both spoke English because he could catch a few words, but their accents were very thick and hard to discern due to the door acting as a buffer.

Once again a cell phone rings and one of the voices answers it, but instead of getting all panicky like the person from last night, there was a low conversation and then more between the two people outside the room. Then there was the sound of footsteps receding to somewhere. The door opens and a very ugly Hispanic man walks into the room. His round face is filled with acne and his muddy brown eyes are watery with possible allergies. His entire body is rotund and his clothing is nothing but a gray sweat suit. He looks at Ryo with his watery eyes with no emotion at the vulnerable naked man on the bed. He mumbles a word in Spanish under his breath that didn't sound very nice and then he goes to check the restraints on the bed. Satisfied that the tied up man wasn't going to go anywhere, he finally speaks in a very thick accent and broken English.

"I go to sit you up. You eat and drink."

Ryo blinks in surprise at this news but remains silent and skeptical as he watches the Hispanic go to the head of the bed. He feels the man untie the rope that holds the rope that holds his hands to the bed. He notices that he still can't move his hands even though they're not tied to the bed anymore. He feels the blood rush back into his arms and fingers and he wiggles the latter experimentally as he's able to bring his hands a little closer to his body. He sits up and, as he tries to find a way to bring his hands in front of him, the rope that was tied to the head of the bed was suddenly yanked back and his arms remain behind his back. He glares behind him at the ugly Hispanic to see the man with a nasty, gleeful smile on his pimple ridden face.

"You're hands stay in back. Too deadly to have in front." Pimple man says with a sick giggle.

Ryo sighs about not having his hands back but continues to sit quietly. While sitting up, he feels the, now dulling, throbbing pain in his butt, but he endures the pain to be able to look around at his surroundings better. His eyes rove the small dingy room as he takes in the appearance of it all. The walls were once white but now they have a dull brownish gray color to them with more ugly stains on them. No pictures cover the grimy surface but maybe it was for the best. He's also finally able to see the one small window in the room. The glass wasn't clear, but a dusty gray color that it was a wonder that any light was able to filter through it at all. There were no curtains to block out the light but there were blinds that could open and close, as well as be pulled up and down, by a series of stings. More glances around the room reveals a chair next to the door that leads to the hallway and a table next to another closed door that is assumed to be the bathroom. For whatever the reason, the bed was placed in the middle of the room, away from the walls and doors. The only light that could illuminate the room was a celling light that's above the bed. Finally his eyes come to rest on his naked body tied to the bed and his eyes sting and his face burns with humiliation once again.

At the sound of the door opening once again, Ryo's head shoots up in alarm but he sighs inwardly when he sees that it's not Eric. Then his eyes widen in disbelief when he finally gets a good look at the new comer when he enters the door. He's pretty good at recognizing the differences in most of the Asian cultures and he defiantly knows what a Japanese person looks like with no problems at all and that this new man is Japanese.

The new comer wasn't very tall. He stands at about 5'5'' but he carries himself as if he were taller. He wasn't skinny but he wasn't fat either. He wore a tight fitting red nylon shirt that really emphasized his well-defined torso and, being sleeveless, his muscular arms as well. His jeans were black and equally tight fitting, clinging to his toned thighs and claves. His hair was so black that it looked as if there were blue highlights in it when the light shone on it just right. It was cut short enough for it to be spiked on top of his head. His face was fine featured, with cheekbones that weren't too high, and his chin was slightly rounded. His lips weren't very thick but they also weren't so thin that you could hardly see them either and they were a soft pink color. His almond shaped eyes were the same color as Ryo's and they looked as if they didn't miss a single detail around him. He's carrying a tray with a few food items on it as he closes the door with his sneakered foot. He glances at Ryo as he walks past him but shows no signs of interest and he sets the tray onto the table.

For some reason, Ryo couldn't help but to watch the Japanese man walk by him and he thinks to himself, He has such muscular and tight buttocks. Then his face turns pink at the realization of his wandering eyes and thoughts and he quickly looks down at this lap.

The Japanese man didn't miss this whole scene by a long shot. He glances again at Ryo and then looks over at his co-worker. "Pedro," he speaks for the first time, "You can go and watch the door. I'll stay and feed this man." Even though his accent is thick, he English was very well spoken.

"Good," the Hispanic now known as Pedro turns towards the door, "Happy to leave room." And he walks away very fast and leaves out the door.

Ryo looks over at the Japanese, waiting to see what will happen next. He keeps his mouth shut even though there were numerous questions running through his head.

The Japanese man finally breaks the silence between the two. "My name is Kinomoto Hideo," he introduces himself with his last name first, "But you can call me Hideo." He looks around the dingy room for a moment before saying more in his accent. "I'm here to help you eat and drink. These are orders from the top. May I ask you what your name is since we will probably see more of each other for some time?"

Ryo opens his mouth and was just about to give his Japanese name to Hideo when he thinks otherwise. "You can call me Randy." He says instead. He doesn't even bother to say his last name just in case it could be used against him.

Hideo gives Ryo a piercing look as if he were waiting for the other man to say more but then turns his head when he hears nothing more from him. He brings his attention to the food on the tray instead. There's a plate that has a ham and cheese sandwich with mayo and some plain potato chips on the side. For a drink, there's a tall glass of water with a straw for convenience. Not exactly food from the Ritz, but it was better than nothing. He brings the tray over to the bed and places it carefully across Ryo's thighs. As he sits on the edge of the bed next to the man's legs, he watches as Ryo's nostrils flare up at the smell of the food. He picks up the sandwich and brings it to Ryo's mouth.

Ryo couldn't help the first bite he took from the sandwich, he was so hungry. The smell of the food made his mouth salivate and his stomach rumbles in protest at being empty for so long. He does keep his dignity with his careful chewing, however, making sure not to choke on large pieces of food. By the time he swallows his first bite, he sees the sandwich in his face again and this time he takes a more controlled second bite.

For the next ten minutes Hideo feeds Ryo the provided food. He found it amusing when the naked man took his first bite but then he gets himself a good look at the person he's in charge of for the rest of the day. He first notices Ryo's eyes. He could tell from their shape and color that this man wasn't completely white. Since there was a slight slant to the eyes, hardly noticeable unless you were really looking at them, he could tell that this man had an Asian background to him, though he wasn't sure what exactly. The rest of this man seemed white enough that it could have been any Asian decent of Chinese, Japanese, or even Korean. When he was done feeding Ryo everything that was on the tray, he gets up and places the tray back onto the table and then goes to the head of the bed, where Ryo's arms are still tied up.

Ryo gets a little anxious when he sees Hideo going behind him to where his hands are. "What are you about to do?" he asks quietly. He wasn't expecting to get any kind of answer from the other man so he was shocked to hear Hideo speak to him.

"I have to put you back into your laying position and put your hands behind your head again." Hideo replies calmly.

"I don't want to lie back down," Ryo protests as he feels the rope loosen a bit on his arms but not letting him move too much. "Why can't I stay sitting up?"

"I do not know why," Hideo says with no emotion in his voice, "It's orders from the boss that I must do this." He watches Ryo shiver slightly from the mention of his boss, but he is unsure why. He waits for Ryo to lie back down and then reties his hands onto the head of the bed. "I must go now," he says as he goes to the table to retrieve the empty tray. He gets to the door and stops to look at Ryo once more. "I will be back later this evening to give you dinner." He opens the door and then takes a chance to guess what Asian culture Ryo could be mixed with. "Sayonara." He sees Ryo give an ever so slight reaction to the one word and then leaves.

Alone once again with his thoughts, Ryo thinks about what just happened. Why would Hideo say 'goodbye' to me in Japanese? I wonder if he saw that ever so slight reaction. With a full stomach and being back to a lying position and waiting for only God knows what, he drifts off into an uneasy nap.

Xxx

Also the same day as Dee and Ryo.

Bikky leaves out of the confines of his school and takes a deep breath of the city air, which was mingled with smells of spring and the beginnings of summer and the usual city smells. But to the boy, it smelled wonderful. He looks to the sky which is a stunning shade of blue with small, puffy white clouds. Even with the film of smog that constantly hung in the air, it was still beautiful. At first he was happy to be out of school on such a beautiful day when he remembered that he had some important things to do. "Hey, B!" A voice calls from behind him. He whirls around to see a couple of his friends coming down the stairs towards him. "You wanna come over to my place for a while? We're going to play some games."

"Sorry man," Bikky replies, "I have some errands to run first. Maybe some other time." He waves goodbye and heads off in the direction of home.

At one block away from his school, Bikky changes his direction and starts walking in the direction of his old home in search of people he hopes can help him. He continues to frequent this area and to make sure that still has his connections just in case he needs some sort of help. Today was just one of those days. Instead of taking the bus of the subway, which would have been faster, he lets his feet do all of the work for the time being. He greets random people as he walks along the familiar streets until he finally comes to stop in front of his old apartment two hours after leaving school.

Bikky looks around almost wishing he could see his biological father but was quickly doused from memories of how life was like with that man. He decides to walk to the corner where he knew a couple of the hookers he saw there. "Hey Shantaya, Simoa, and Tanisha," he calls out warmly as he gets closer to the corner.

Upon hearing their names, the three hookers turn around and each give a warm and bright smile when they see their favorite blond haired, blue eyed boy come walking up to them. "Hey Bikky," they say in unison. All three girls are black and range in the ages of eighteen to twenty-one. Each girl had on a very short skirt in bright colors, stiletto heeled shoes and very tight and revealing short sleeved shirts.

"You're looking more and more handsome every time I see you, B." Shantaya says as she gives the boy a big hug.

"You said it, girl," Tanisha chimes in while giving Bikky another hug.

"And you're getting so tall," Simoa says while giving out her hug.

"And you three are as beautiful as ever." Bikky says with a genuine smile. "You all look great."

"Thanks, sweetie," Tanisha says as she pulls out a compact from her small purse.

"So," Shantaya begins, "What brings you back to this neck of the woods?"

All smiles and flirtatious looks quickly drain from Bikky's face at this question. The three girls see the change and all immediately go silent and wait for the boy to speak.

"You guys know my foster father, right?"

All three girls nod their heads in unison and Simoa speaks out, "He's that white cop with the chestnut colored hair I see you with every now and then, right?"

Bikky smiles slightly as he nods his head. He's grateful that he doesn't have to explain what Ryo looks like to these girls. Then he speaks with an urgency in his voice, "You three must promise me that what I'm about to tell you, you won't tell anyone else. Okay? Not even anyone from social service."

"Aww, Bikky, we would never rat you out to those people," Shantaya says reassuringly.

"I know," Bikky smiles again, "But I just have to tell you that first. You know how it is," he watches as they nod in agreement then he launches into his story. He tells them all about Ryo being kidnapped by an unknown person or persons and that he has no clue where to start to look for him and that Ryo's partner is also trying to find out where he is with no starting point. No one was able to look at the tags of the car or get any kind of looks at the perpetrators face. "So I was wondering," He concludes, "if you girls could spread this news around to anyone you know to be trusting all the way and if you could, you know, question some of your regular clients carefully for any kind of clues?"

"Well you know our pimp, Rodney, is a good guy," Tanisha says after a second of thought, "We'll do all that we can to help you and he'll do something as well. I'm pretty sure he won't go ratting you out to anyone." Shantaya and Simoa chorus an agreement to this statement.

"Thanks girls," Bikky sighs in relief that he tried to accomplish something. He gives his cell number the three girls. "Don't give this number to anyone without asking me first, please."

"Got you covered," Shantaya smiles kindly at the boy.

The four exchanges hugs again and Bikky says his goodbyes and then heads in the direction of the nearest bus stop.

"He looked pretty scared, huh?" Tanisha says while watching the young figure walk away.

"Yeah." Simoa agreed.

"Let's help our friend find his daddy. I'll sure feel better once that man is back in that boy's life again." Shantaya says before turning around to continue her business.

On the bus ride home, Bikky begins to rack his brain for more people he could contact that might be able to help him and Dee track down Ryo. Since Ryo no longer has his cell phone, that trail stopped cold for the time being. He felt like screaming out in frustration over that situation as he couldn't come up with anyone else at that moment but he keeps it in check.

Bikky never noticed once he got off of the bus when he got home a black car that was following him ever since he left school. There was only one person in the car but they were talking in a cell phone the whole time they were following Bikky around the city. The car parks across the street from the apartment building, and the figure behind the wheel just sits back to watch and wait.

More A/N: And that's the end of chapter 11. I've started working on chapter 12 so hopefully I can get it done before the end of the month and if not then, by the beginning of the next month so look forward to it.