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FAKE
First Year Together: A New Day (May)

chapter
22

Pairing: Dee/Ryo

Fandom: FAKE

Rating:    Worksafe.

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 trying to find enough
evidence to expose a crooked cop. 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: Please read and review.
There are more author's notes at the end. Chapter 23 is already published on my
Live journal page at http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/

A big
thank you to BlueSimplicity and Mtemplar!

A
New Day Chapter 22

Dee strode toward
where his partner was standing his ground, attempting to remonstrate with a
gang of skinheads who were not looking like they gave a shit one way or another
about anything he had to say. They clustered around him like a pack of wolves,
slowly closing in. The names they were calling Ryo pierced Dee to the
very soul. How many times had he been called those names and shrugged
them off? But not Ryo. No one was going to talk like that to his lover
while he still had breath in his body.

              One of them was holding Ryo's badge and sneering at
it. Before he even realized that Dee was there, Dee had punched him in
the head and snatched the badge from his hand. He thrust it toward Ryo
without taking his eyes from the boys, whom he now realized were a little older
than he had thought, early twenties at least.

              "You four shitheads wanna spend the weekend in
jail? I can make sure you get sent to a place where you can meet all the
fags your little hearts desire. Well, do ya?"

              There was a moment of testosterone-charged stillness
where they all sized each other up, and then with a yell, two of the gang fell
upon Dee. Ryo had no choice but to take on the other two.

              Of course he made one last effort to defuse the
situation. Before Dee had come along and hit one of them, he had actually
thought that there was a chance he could talk them down. But now that
chance had dwindled to almost nothing. Oh well, he still had to try.

              "Come on, guys, you know it's gonna end badly
for you if you get into fight with the police," he said, raising his hands
in a conciliatory way. "So far, you haven't broken any laws, but
that changes the instant you assault a police officer."

              "Yeah, but sometimes it ends badly for the
police, don't forget," said one of them as he circled around Ryo with his
fists up. "Right Mel?"

              "I ain't convinced he's a cop," replied
the other one. "That badge looked pretty damn cheesy to me. Hey
homo! We're gonna mess you up, yes we are." He laughed
nastily.

              Ryo stopped trying to talk and his eyes swung from
one to the other with an assessing look. Okay, reason wasn't going to
work in this case.

              He didn't wait for either one to hit first.
His primary motivation was now to dispatch these two as quickly as possible and
then help Dee if necessary. Accordingly, he went on the offensive,
instinctively adopting a martial arts fighting stance and delivering a
punishing roundhouse kick to the thigh of his nearest opponent, followed almost
immediately by several punches and another kick. Appearing too hopped up
on adrenaline to be deterred by pain, the young man stumbled back, then shouted
and lunged forward, aiming two rather wild punches at Ryo's face, which were
easily dodged. Ryo grabbed his opponent by the upper arm, crushing the leather
of the guy's jacket into his fist, before yanking him forward sharply, just
enough to pull him off balance. A split second later, he had swung his
opponent's body into the other assailant, sending that one staggering.
Without loosening his hold on the arm, Ryo sent his knee thudding into the
man's midsection, then rapidly drew back the same leg and kicked him in the
face. Only then did he let him go. Not even bothering to watch his
first attacker folding to the ground, Ryo transferred his attention to the
other one, who hovered just out of his reach, glaring at him with eyes that
burned with fear and hatred.

           "Fucking dirty fag, I'm gonna kill ya!
Get over here!" He snarled breathlessly, but when Ryo took a step forward,
he flinched and jumped back. He didn't seem to be done talking,
however. "Come on, bitch, let's go!"

          Ryo gave him a withering look that conveyed all the
contempt he didn't care to voice, and turned toward Dee, who was exchanging
punches with the larger of his two fighters. The other one struggled to
get to his knees on the ground a few feet away. Ryo recognized him as the one
Dee had initially punched in the head. He now had blood dripping down the side
of his face; it looked as though he were dazed.

              "You okay there, Dee?"

              "Yeah man, I got it." Dee didn't
look away from his opponent, neatly blocking a blow to his face, taking a hard
one to the body, and giving two back. "Call for a paddy wagon if you got a
little free time on your hands."

              Ryo felt rather than heard the displacement of air
behind him as the cowardly one rushed silently at him from behind. Stepping adroitly to the side, he
caught him by the arm and neck as he hurtled past and used his own momentum
against him to take him down. His
assailant hit the ground with a thud and a startled cry in front of him.
Ryo still had hold of him with one hand, and his knee descended hard on the
man's side to prevent a counter-attack from the ground. With his free
hand, he reached forward and grabbed his downed opponent's hand, bending it
back at a painful angle.

                        Just like the last time, a small crowd had
gathered. Unfortunately, they weren't watching quietly, and some of them
were making openly scornful comments at the sight of four skinheads bested by
two ordinary men. Ryo, who had already resigned himself to an hour or two
of paperwork back at the station once they had run these guys through booking,
decided to give this one a chance.

              "If I let you go, are you going to leave off
attacking me and get the hell out of here?"

              The young guy on the ground turned his head as far
as he could, bringing into view a swastika tattooed on the front of his
partially shaven skull. The hold Ryo had him in was limiting his movement, but
he managed to fix the man above him with a glare from one narrowed eye, and
made an unsuccessful attempt to spit at him. Perhaps he was spurred on by
the sneers of the bystanders, or perhaps he just wasn't very bright. In
any case, he gave the wrong answer.

              "Fuck you, faggot!" he hissed.

              Ryo sighed and twisted hard on his wrist, only
marginally sorry for the sharp scream of pain this produced. If his attackers
had been fewer in number, he would have tried harder not to hurt them, but when
one was outnumbered, it was necessary to put one or two of them out of the game
if possible. He was relieved that despite not having practiced Karate or really
done much of anything for the past two months, his body still instinctively
remembered what to do. He rose gracefully to his feet, looking about him
as he did so. His two attackers were both down and Dee's other guy was
still on the ground, but his partner was still busy with the big one, who was puffing
and panting now, unable to keep his guard up and therefore taking more shots to
the head and face from a very pissed-off looking Dee. It looked as though it
would all be over soon. Even though he thought the store employees had
probably already called the police, Ryo got out his cell phone, intending to at
least make sure dispatch radioed ahead to whichever units were on their way
there to let them know that he and Dee were not only cops, but also had the
situation under control. It was at that moment when something cold and metallic
pressed firmly against the back of his neck and he heard the unmistakable click
of a firearm being cocked to fire. He froze.

              "Asshole!" snarled a voice, which seemed
to be coming from just behind the gun. "Don't fucking move or I'll
blow a hole in your head big enough to drive a hummer through. And drop the
fucking phone. You're gonna pay for this. Hey Dizz! Get up off the
ground, you pussy! What'd he do to you, man? It's payback
time."

              Dizz struggled to his feet, clutching his injured
wrist, face chalk white with pain. "I think he broke my fuckin' wrist,
man," Dizz said hoarsely.

              "No shit. Lookit what he did to my
teeth!"

              "Gross, Mel, don't fuckin' wiggle 'em at me
like that."

              "Turn around, you fucker. Slowly.
Yeah, that's right, like that. So you like to mess with boys, huh? Don't
give a crap whose life you destroy do ya, you gay piece of shit?"

              As Ryo was now facing the one who had been addressed
as Mel, he was able to see that he did in fact have two loose front
teeth. He didn't seem to be feeling any pain, though. Maybe he was
high on something because he was certainly talking in a very strange way.
What was this about destroying lives?

              "Whaddaya wanna do to him, man?"
Mel's eyes darted to Dizz for a second, at which every muscle in Ryo's body
gathered to spring. "Oh no you don't. I thought I fuckin' told you
to stay still. Dizz, I got him covered for ya. Wanna break his
wrist to get him back for yours? Maybe mess up his pretty face too?"

              "Tell him to get on the ground," Dizz
growled. "Gonna put the boots to him. Can't use my hands, but
I got my steel-toes on. You're gonna pay ten times over for what you did
to me, you bastard." This last was addressed to Ryo, who didn't
spare him a glance, his attention being wholly concentrated on the man with the
gun.

              "Ryo!" Dee hollered.

              "Stay back, or I'll blow your boyfriend
away!"

              "For what, you fucking crybaby? For
winning an unfair fight against superior odds? Little boys who wanna
brawl but don't know how should go take lessons instead of bringing guns to
make sure ALL their friends get sent up as accessories."

              "I mean it, I'll blow his brains
out!" Mel yelled angrily and it was evident that Dee's words had
stung.

              "You didn't even get one hit in, you fucking
wimp. I saw you; you fight like a girl and you know it."

              "Shut the fuck up or it'll be you who gets
shot!"

              Dee pulled out his badge and yelled. "We're
NYPD, you moron. You gonna shoot a cop? Got any idea how long
you'll get put away for that?"

              "Hey come on, Mel," puffed the big guy who
had been fighting with Dee. "This ain't just one guy with a fake
badge. There's two of them. And they fight like cops. Come
on, let's get outta here."

              "Fuck you, Bear, you asshole! Look at my
fuckin' teeth! And Dizz got a broken wrist! You think he should get away
with that?"

              Bear cocked his head, and for a moment everyone fell
quiet. Above the ever-present sound of traffic, they could hear the wail
of sirens in the distance.

              "Hear that?" said Ryo softly.
"Back-up's on its way. If you run now, you might even get
away. Then you won't have to spend the summer and a good chunk of next
year in jail."

              "He's right, man," said Dizz. "Let's
blow."

              "Yeah," added Dee pointedly to him.
"You're gonna have real problems fighting off the fags in the slammer with
one arm in a cast."

              Dizz gave him a look of pure loathing, yelled an
incoherent insult, and started running. Bear joined him. That left
two: Mel and the one with the bloody head, who had clambered to his feet
and was looking slightly dazed.

              "Mel," he called out. "What's
up with the gun? C'mon, let's go. I hear sirens, man."

              "Boydie, don't you run off on me too.
What a bunch of pussies you guys are. Just watch me plug this fuckin'
child-molesting fag, then we'll go. How often do ya get a chance to plug
a fag?" He laughed breathlessly, and his eyes glittered in a crazed
kind of way. That light-haired bastard was freaking him out, staring at
him for so long without blinking or changing that strange, blank expression on
his face.

              "Actually, I don't really care if he's a
fag," said Boydie miserably. "I just wanted to kick the shit
outta someone, that's all. Guns kinda take the fun out of it. Not
that it's exactly been fun tonight..."

              "Come on kid, drop your piece and hit the
road. Take your brain-dead pal here with you." Dee sounded
confident and even slightly bored. "This has been a HUGE waste of
time and I fucking need a cigarette." But he was anything but
confident. A whacked out skinhead was threatening to shoot Ryo at point
blank range, and here he was, unarmed for what was likely the first time in his
adult life. He cursed himself for rushing out of his apartment without
bothering to bring his gun. This was something he had criticized Ryo for
in the past, and now he had gone and done it himself. If anything
happened to Ryo...

              "Dee, stop talking for a sec," Ryo called,
startling Mel so that the gun jumped in his hands. "Mel," he
said, "I can see you're real angry."

              "You fucking bet I'm angry."

              "Well, see, I don't think it's me you're really
angry at. I'm getting the sense that someone hurt you...in the
past--"

              "Shut the fuck up, you queer! What the
hell do you know about it?"

              "I know that in my job I see people like you
every day. People who've been abused, sometimes sexually..."

              "Just shut your fuckin' mouth! Shut UP
already!"

              "Mel, there's help available for people like
you." Ryo didn't think that was strictly true unless Mel had one
hell of a good medical insurance program, which was probably not the case, but
he said it anyway. "Come on, drop the gun before you do something that
will shadow you for the rest of your life."

              Mel took a deep breath and his resolve seemed to
waver momentarily. For an instant, Ryo thought he was going to listen to
reason, but then his eyes narrowed and glinted in an unnerving way and his lips
twisted back from his teeth in a snarl. Mel raised the gun higher so it
was pointing right at Ryo's face. "One more word and your head is
Swiss cheese! I mean it! Shut the fuck up! I don't need
nobody's fuckin' help. Nobody touched me, you hear? I ain't been abused!
You got that?"

              Dee felt an urgent need to get that gun pointing
away from Ryo. His heart was thudding sickeningly in his chest, but his
voice when he spoke did not betray his fear. "Fuck, they don't make
skinheads like they used to," he sneered. "You're the most
pathetic excuse for one I ever saw. Go home to the 'burbs, loser."

              "Dee!"

              Mel actually flinched and then, gritting his teeth,
aimed his weapon to the right of Ryo.

              "Maybe I should shoot your boyfriend, not
you," he said to Ryo. "How'd ya like that, huh?" His eyes
darted from their new target, which was Dee, and back to Ryo's face for a moment.
He was pleased to see that impassive face finally looking worried.
"Jump me, and I swear to God I'll shoot him," he added maliciously.

              "Ryo, deck the fucking bastard. I've seen
this type before. I doubt he could hit the Chrysler Building if he aimed
at it from across the street."

              The sirens were almost upon them and the gun barrel
shook wildly as Mel became increasingly indecisive and desperate. Boydie
turned and ran, and none too steadily at that.

              "Hey, dickhead." Dee pulled his cigarettes
out from his shirt pocket and stuck one in his mouth, for all the world as
though he didn't have a gun pointed right at him. "You oughta stay home
and get your tough-guy kicks from video games 'cause you ain't man enough to
make it out here, you little freak."

              "Dee, shut up!" called Ryo warningly.

              Dee raised his lighter to his smoke but kept his
eyes on Mel. "And if you pull that trigger you'll soon find you ain't man
enough to make it in the joint either."

              "Fucking fag PIGS!" screamed Mel and Ryo launched
himself at him, throwing all his weight on the place where Mel's clasped hands
met the handle of the gun. It went off, the report deafening in both of
their ears. They crashed to the ground and Mel lost his grip on the
gun. Ryo raised one hand and smacked it away, and as he did so, Mel's
fist came up and connected with his right cheek. A second later, Mel's
nose was just as bloody as Boydie's head, thanks to the heel of Ryo's
hand. His first combat instructor back in the police academy had taught
him that. "Try not to hurt the collar too much when you're making an
arrest, boys," old Vickers had said. "But if you're in a tight
hand-to-hand situation and you want to extricate yourself quickly, go for the
nose. Their eyes fill with tears and they can't see, then blood drips
down their throat and they become more focused on breathing than
fighting."

              Ryo got off Mel, satisfied that he wasn't going to
be up to anything for a while, and turned his head, calling "Dee,
get..." He wanted Dee to secure the gun, but his ears were ringing, or was
that the sirens? That shot had been LOUD. His own voice sounded like he was
calling from far away. Could Dee hear him?

              The words died on his lips as his eyes registered
the unbelievable sight of Dee lying motionless on the ground, a red stain
blossoming wetly on the whiteness of his shirt. For a moment Ryo froze as
the horror of what had just happened washed over him. At that moment two
police cruisers, lights flashing, pulled into opposite ends of the parking lot
of Freddie's Market. He didn't even look at them. Springing to his feet,
he ran to his fallen partner, thinking no, no, Dee, no! He fell to his knees beside the unmoving man,
reaching for him, and suddenly there were uniforms all around him and guns
pointed at him.

End of chapter 22

          Extra author's notes:
Sorry for the cliffhanger, people!   But if you REALLY want to know what happens, you know what
to do. Hint: LJ!

          Regarding
the fight scene, I just want to let you know that the techniques I described
are real and I have done them myself in my Karate classes, so I know they
work. (Well, not the heel of the hand to the nose, but the other ones.)
There are a lot of different types of Karate, and whereas some don't permit grabbing or grappling, many do.
When I chose a martial art for Ryo to be proficient in, I naturally chose the
only one I know something about.

          Thank you
for reading and never hesitate to contact me if you have any questions or
comments.
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