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FAKE First Year Together: A New Day (May)	By : BrittColumbia Category: +. to F > FAKE Views: 14598 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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FAKE First Year
Together: A New Day (
May)

Pairing: Dee/Ryo

Rating:
Chapter one is Mature. Coarse language

Spoilers:
To Volume 7

Timing: Set in May
directly after Book 7 ended

Summary: Ryo is
coming to terms with the changes in his relationship with Dee, as
well as his new sexual identity. Meanwhile, Dee and Ryo are searching
for a young runaway. This story explores homophobic attitudes but is
primarily a love story between two men.

Disclaimer:
I do not own these characters. They are the property of Sanami
Matoh. I am not making any money from this.

Author's notes:
I believe in a strong and equal Ryo and Dee. Chapter two is
within a page or two of being finished. I will be posting my
completed chapters on my Livejournal page at
http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/
at least a week before I post anywhere else, so if you’re not
the patient type, go there and look for the LJ cut.

Thank you to my
beta, Blue Simplicity. I'm grateful to you for your time,
suggestions, and insight.



Chapter one

        Ryo
awoke to find Dee's handsome face looking down at him, long black
bangs tickling his skin. He reached up to push some of that
hair up out of the way, and the light let in by that action suddenly
intensified the green of Dee's eyes. Ryo's breath caught in his
throat.

        "Dee,"
he murmured.

        "So
do you still love me?"

        Ryo
grinned. "Hmmm...Lemme check my injuries..." He moved
experimentally, wincing a little. "Nope, not too bad.
I guess I do still love you, after all."

        "Well
that's a relief," remarked Dee, who actually did look slightly
relieved. "I guess in that case, I should go a little
easier on you tonight, huh?"

        "What
do you mean, 'tonight'?" Ryo exclaimed. "Why don't we
find out whether I can move without pain first, before we start
planning 'tonight'?"

        Dee
raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Dude, there's nothing wrong
with you that a good...stiff---"

        "Dee!"

        "--cup
of COFFEE won't cure!" Dee sat up with a wink, and threw
the blankets to one side. "And I'm just the guy who can
make it for you-- that is, if I'm allowed to offer you your own
refreshments?"

        "Any
time, Dee. Sorry about that," Ryo said, a little ruefully.
"Just don't make a mess!" he called after his retreating
partner.

        Ryo
sat in the middle of the empty bed and looked around his sun-bright
bedroom. Yes, everything was still the same: the prints on his
wall, the book on his nightstand, the view from the bedroom window,
the sounds of the city outside. Except that everything was
totally different. As of today, he was officially involved in a
relationship. He wasn't single anymore. He was in love.
With a man. Despite the last three weeks of thinking and planning, it
still took some getting used to.

        He
stripped the sheets from the bed. They'd been fresh yesterday,
but they sure needed a wash now. He threw them in the laundry
hamper on his way to the shower. In the kitchen, Dee was
clattering around and singing along to the radio, a funny song that
made Ryo smile. Suddenly there was a scuffling kind of sound,
followed by a thud. The singing stopped abruptly. "Oops,"
a voice said.

        "Whatever
it is, I don't wanna know about it," Ryo called out as he shut
the bathroom door.

        "You
got it, babe!" Dee's voice came back heartily.

        Ryo
sighed and peeled off the pajama bottoms he had inexplicably donned
for the short walk to the bathroom. What on earth had he gotten
himself into?



        &^&^&^&^&^&^&^



         "Keys,
" said Ryo, holding out his hand.

        "What?
No way, bro. We're not at work now."

        "Makes
no difference. The terms you agreed to, right before you lost
the bet, were, 'Whenever we go somewhere by car, for the entire month
of May, I drive, and you sit quietly in the passenger seat and
refrain from making helpful suggestions or giving me any advice of
any kind.' We never specified work vehicles only. "

        "We
didn't have to! It was clearly understood," retorted Dee.
"Besides this is MY car. I should at least get to drive my
own car."

        The
temperature around Ryo suddenly dropped by a few degrees.

"Don't you
trust me to drive your car, Dee?"

         Dee's
eyes widened slightly. "Whoa there, let's not be getting
all pissy over something I never actually said. Here you go,
take 'em. I'm getting kind of used to having a chauffeur,
anyway. "

         The
two men were outside Dee's apartment building, and they had come here
specifically to fetch the car. Dee had not been home in a
couple of days. In fact, he and Ryo had hardly been out at all,
save for a couple of trips to the convenience store near Ryo's
place. He glanced up at the bay window of his unit before he
got into the car. After the last few nights of going to sleep
with Ryo in his arms, he just couldn't imagine returning to his empty
apartment. He knew he would have to, though. Bikky was
due back this evening. He sighed.
&^&^&^&^&^&

        "Aww,
Ryo, you didn't have to come get me. Don't you think I can find
my own way home by now?" Bikky, flanked by a group of kids
of all ages, was looking distinctly embarrassed.

        "Of
course you can, but you know I don't like you taking short-cuts
through those alleys in the dark," Ryo said. "And
what about Carol, huh?"

        Dee
noticed that the kids with Bikky were looking from him to Ryo with
great interest. His eyes narrowed a little as he smoked.

        "Oh,
are you here with a car?" said Carol, stepping forward from
amidst a gaggle of girls and grinning winsomely up at both of them.

        "Of
course we are," Ryo said, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"We're here to make sure you get home safely, but first we want
to take you to our place for some ice cream, if that's all right with
you."

        "Sounds
wonderful!" Carol said and turned to wave at her friends. They
sighed and waved back, their eyes sweeping enviously over Dee and
Ryo. Ice cream, two good-looking older men, AND Bikky Goldman.
That girl didn't know how lucky she was. Except she probably did, the
bitch!

        "You
coming Bikky?" Ryo called over his shoulder.

        "Guess
so," Bikky muttered, glancing apologetically at his friends,
before shouldering his bag and hurrying after Ryo and Carol.

        Dee
fell into step beside him. "Sorry, man, but he's gotta be
psychic or something," he said.

        "Yeah
right! Like this doesn't have YOU written all over it!"
Bikky snarled.

        "Hey
come on, punk," Dee snapped back. "When have you ever
known me to jam up any of your plans that involved you not being
around, huh?"

        "Shit,"
growled Bikky. "Well how the hell did he know?"

        "Like
I said, psychic. Just don't get caught, you little dork. Whatever it
is, you're probably too young for it to be legal."

        "You
mean YOU don't know what I was planning?"

        "Oh,
I've got one or two ideas, but no, Ryo didn't fill me in on the
details."

        "Hmmm..."

        "Give
it up, twerp. Looks like we're doing ice cream."

        Leaving
Bikky to slouch along in his wake, Dee caught up with Ryo and Carol.

        "Hey,
Dude, gotta make a stop at the corner store," he said. "I
think we need ice cream."

        "Oh
no, don't worry. We've got lots of ice cream," Ryo said
reassuringly, including Carol in his glance.

        "Uhh...not
exactly."

        Ryo
was unlocking Dee's car and popping open the trunk for Carol and
Bikky's bags. He gave Dee a suspicious look. "Well, how
much do we have left?"

        "That
would be exactly none."

        "Dee!
It was untouched as of two days ago. Are you saying you managed
to eat an entire carton of ice cream --without my noticing-- in the
last, uh, 24 hours?"

        "I
wish," grumbled Dee, getting into the passenger seat.

        "Oh
man, the Perv has been there for 24 hours," Bikky's voice
complained from the vicinity of the back seat. "That means
we'll be damn lucky if there's any food left in the fridge at all."

        "Can
it, Monkey Brat. I left you lots of spinach and broccoli, no need to
thank me."

        Ryo
started the car. "Dee, don't change the subject," he
warned. "Why don't we have any ice cream?"

        "Well,
it's your fault, actually, Ryo."

        "What?
How the hell can it be MY fault? I haven't even so much as
cracked the lid."

        "Yeah,
but you're the one who insists on keeping the coffee in the freezer
so it'll be 'fresher', instead of in the cabinet, like a normal
person."

        "Yes,
and what's so strange about that? Just because years of smoking
have left your taste buds incapable of appreciating a really fresh
cup of coffee doesn't mean the rest of us should suffer."

        "Ryo,
I bet if you took a poll, you'd find that you're the only person you
know who keeps the coffee in the--"

        "Dee,"
Ryo interrupted him, "What does this have to do with the...fate
of my ice cream?"

        "Well,
when I was getting the coffee out of the freezer, the ice cream kinda
leapt to its death."

        "What?
You expect me to believe that?"

        "Yeah,
Moron, can't you come up with a better one than that?"

        "You!
Keep out of this!" snapped Dee, glaring over his shoulder. "And,
you!" --turning to Ryo --" A little trust would be nice.
I did not eat the goddamn ice cream, all right?"

        "Well,
why couldn't you just pick it up and put it back in the fridge,
then?" asked Ryo in a slightly exasperated tone.

        "Something's
wrong with your freezer, Ryo. The ice cream was a little soft.
Carton split open, and when I tried to pick it up, it just slid out
of the box and onto the floor. I HAD to throw it out. And clean
it up!"

        "And
why am I just learning about this now?"

        "You
said you didn't wanna know!" Dee was indignant.

        "Well
you should have at least told me about the freezer," said Ryo.
"There could be food spoiling in --"

        "Whoa,
Freddie's Market!" Carol sang out from the back seat. "I
bet we could buy ice cream there!"

        Ryo
took the hint and pulled into the parking lot. Dee handed Carol
some money and told her to go and choose two tubs of whatever she
wanted, and to be sure and take Bikky with her.

        "As
if I'm gonna sit here listening to your bullshit stories,"
muttered Bikky, slamming the car door and hurrying after Carol.

        Dee
turned to Ryo with a grin. "Come on, baby, say you believe
me."

        "Dee
Laytner, it's not like you've never been untruthful before," Ryo
said sternly, but with affection dancing in his eyes. "What
about the time you broke my cup and said the janitor had done it?
And the time --"

        "Just
shut up and kiss me before the house apes get back," said Dee,
leaning forward and cupping Ryo's jaw.

        Ryo
looked around nervously, and shrank back a little. "Dee!
This is a well-lit parking lot."

        "Aah,
who cares? Just give me a ten second kiss. The brats will
take longer than that to choose their ice cream."

        "Dee,
I..."

        Dee
abruptly closed the distance between them, and then his lips were
pressing gently up against Ryo's. Ryo tried to pull back, but
suddenly his senses were spinning, and his hand found its way into
Dee's hair. It was a heated kiss, awakening all the memories of what
they had done the last few nights, and again this afternoon. Ten
seconds came and went. Ryo responded helplessly, unable, as usual, to
deny the power of Dee's kiss, or to even be the one who broke it
first.

        Unfortunately,
it was broken for them by a loud rapping on the driver's side window.
They sprang apart guiltily, a blush spreading over Ryo's face.
Expecting Bikky, Dee looked up, and saw two hostile and hate-twisted
faces leering back at them. A pair of men stood next to the
car, glaring at them and hurling insults.

        "Hey,
ya fuckin' faggots, get a fuckin' room. No, better yet, get the
fuck off this planet."

        "Yeah,
you sick disgusting creeps, d'ya have to try and do each other right
out here where people have to see it?"

        One
look at Ryo's shocked and frozen face, and Dee instantly felt
enraged. He jumped out of the car, slamming the door, and
stalked toward the two men.

        "You
got some kind of problem, dickheads?" he snarled.

        They
glanced at each other and looked Dee over, sizing him up. He was big,
but so were they. And there were two of them and only one of
him, not counting that nervous looking guy inside the car. The
greasier of the two snorted with crude laughter.

        "Looks
like we got a knight in shining armor here, Frank," he sneered,
gesturing at Dee with what appeared to be some kind of hot dog laden
with condiments. "Yo, Sir Fag! I hate your fuckin' city,
mainly because it's full of disease-carrying homos like you.
You better lose the attitude or you're gonna lose a couple teeth."

        Dee
was glad he'd left his new jacket in the car. Wouldn't do to
get blood on it before he'd worn it even three times. He'd do
this in his shirt sleeves if he had to. Adrenaline coursed
through his body and he glared at the abusive pair in front of him
with eyes as hard as diamonds.


~~~end of Chapter
One~~~
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