The Time For Change Is Now | By : Reika Category: +. to F > FAKE Views: 3033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Okay…first off, THANK YOU for all the reviews *and* the replies to my author’s note. I was a bit offended by some insinuation that I would let the suggestions write the story for me. I tried to make it clear in the note that I would go with what I wanted to and what ended up being appropriate, I just wanted some feedback on how the general fandom viewed the different pairings…and I got it, so again, THANKS.
This chapter may not be up to par because it was written in one sitting at 3am after coming home from 4 hours at the bar and has not been beta read. However…forgive me, I have the post bug. When I finish something, I want it posted.
WOOT. On with Chaptah 3. Please read and review.
Chapter 3…….All’s fair in love and police work.
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The day was almost over, and Ryo MacLean couldn’t decide if he was relieved or not. It was always nice to call it a day and go home, but this also meant he had to talk to Dee. He had to admit that his partner was right…it needed to be done, and yet…the thought still made him…nervous….though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. He had just decided to suck it up and ask Dee to come over so that the two of them could talk when the Chief popped his head around the corner and called to the other man in question.
“Laytner, there’s a problem with one of your reports. Tommiommissioner wants you working late tonight to get it right.”
Dee sighed and had to refrain from banging his head on his desk. Rose *always* found some way to intrude on his and Ryo’s relationship. It further infuriated Dee that Ryo refused to acknowledge the other man’s blatant attempts to bed him. Ryo tended to get angry when Dee got possessive with him, saying he was overreacting, but Christ…it was almost like the man strode around with a sign on him that said ‘molest me please…no really, it’s fine by me’. Dee didn’t even intrude on his partner the way that Rose did…and the fact that he often used his position of authority to do so…it made Dee’s blood boil. He raised a hand at the Chief to signal that he understood and turned back to his current task.
A part of him was grateful that he would have more time to think before putting an ultimatum of sorts to his partner. But it had to be done…they had reached a crucial and impassible jure. re. It was time to venture forward, as a *joint* effort, or cut their losses and call it a lost cause. Just the thought made Dee uneasy. To be completely honest, he wasn’t sure if it was the thought of losing Ryo that felt like a sledgehammer to the chest, or the thought that all his effort…his honest effort…had been a waste. That he just wasn’t good enough. Perhaps it was both…his ego and self worth had been dealt a serious blow with every rejection…but he kept trying. Because as much as it bit him in the ass in the end…he loved Ryo…and he couldn’t help it.
Deciding not to take the easy way out, Ryo approached Dee’s desk and plowed ahead.
“I know you have to work late, but why don’t you stop by after you get done…so we can talk.”
Dee raised an eyebrow, but Ryo would never see it. He kept his head down, avoiding Ryo’s eyes. “Sure thing…though I doubt anything good will come of this…since you’re so eager to talk and all. You never want to discuss us.”
Ryo fought not to automatically reply with ‘There is no us, Dee’. Instead he just nodded and grabbed his coat, preparing to leave. “I’ll just see you later.”
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After leaving the precinct, sto stopped by the market to pick up the things he’d need for dinner. The markets were one of the things Ryo loved most about New York City. They seemed to symbolize the city itself – the openness and variety. He had just picked up some fresh garlic and had turned to head for the pasta when he slammed into someone, falling backwards and into the produce.
Recovering quickly, Ryo noticed the person he had bumped into was somewhat petite woman. She appeared uninjured, but had managed to drop her purchases on the floor. He scrambled to help her pick them up, apologizing all the while. When every apple had been accounted for, he finally got a good look at the woman whose personal space he had invaded. She was attractive enough…not what one would call gorgeous, or beautiful…but definitely…nice looking. She was a professional of some sort…clad in a nice suit with expensive looking shoes.
Following his rushed greeting and apologies, Ryo was just about to take his leave and finish his shopping when a female hand reached out and grabbed his arm.
“I think this garlic belongs to you…it wasn’t mine.”
With a soft chuckle, Ryo took the clove of garlic back. “Thanks…dinner wouldn’t have been the same without it.”
She smiled and held her hand out to him. “I’m Sarah. Sarah Morgan.”
There was silence for a moment before it occurred to Ryo that this was the moment for him to introduce himself. “Oh…sorry. Randy MacLean.”
“So…Randy. What are you going to make with all those vegetables?”
“I was going to make Linguine…I suppose I should pick up some chicken or something to put in it, or else Bikky may refuse to eat at all…” The last part of the comment had been said more to himself than the woman beside him.
“Bikky? What an odd name…is he your son?”
Ryo wasn’t entirely sure how to answer her question. He thought of Bikky as his son, most of the time. “He’s my foster son…so yes…sort of.”
“How nice of you and your wife…to take in foster children…” The woman was obviously fishing.
Ryo, of course, remained oblivious. “Oh, I don’t have a wife…it’s just the two of us…”
With another smile, Sarah ran a hand through her auburn hair. “Well Randy, if you want some good recipes that your kid will actually like, you should buy ‘The Dinner Party Cookbook’ by Hilarie Walden.”
“Thank you…I take it you have kids then?”
She laughed. “Oh god no. I do have three nephews though.”
Ryo was interested in the book she had suggested, but worried he would forget it. “You wouldn’t happen to have a pen would you? I’d like to write down that book.”
After rooting around in her purse, his accidental companion came out with a pen and a business card. Ryo watched her write the book’s name down and hand him the slip of paper before making her goodbyes as they parted ways.
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After Ryo had gone, Dee found JJ and suggested he have Drake take him to his car, since it would be awhile before he could leave. The younger man looked a bit put out, but did not argue, opting instead to thank his Sempai again for his hospitality the night before. Dee then spent the next few hours dragging through his report, and avoiding Rose. He had no better idea what he was going to say to Ryo…but he knew what he felt and hoped the words would come to him when the time was right.
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Ryo and Bikky finished with dinner in relative silence, and Ryo insisted Bikky head to bed. He didn’t want to involve his ward in his personal matters. Bikky, however, was not one to be fooled.
“So where’s the perv tonight? The house was clean when I got home from Cal’s so I know he wasn’t here last night either. I would have thought he’d have been molesting you two seconds after I walked out the door…what gives, Ryo?”
Ryo sighed…the kid was too smart for his own good. “If you mean Dee, and I assume you do, he’ll be here later…we have some things to discuss.”
Bikky snorted. “Hah…don’t tell me you two are actually going to act like grown-ups for once…”
“We *are* grownups, Bikky. Even though Dee doesn’t always act like one. This isn’t something you should worry about anyways. Now…like I told you, I think it’s time for bed…I expect you to go to school tomorrow.”
Bikky grumbled something and did as he was told, shuffling off to his bedroom with a scowl on his juvenile face. It wasn’t long after that a knock finally resounded at Ryo’s door. He crossed the room and opened it to face his partner, Dee Laytner, who looked a little worse for wear.
Dee immediately let himself inside and headed for the kitchen were he removed his jacket and sat down at the table abruptly. Ryo followed, leaning against the counter.
“Do you want some dinner? There’s still some pasta left, I could warm it for you.”
Dee shook his head. “No thanks…I’m…not hungry.” The thought of food just made his already queasy stomach do back flips in protest.
A bit worried, as Dee had turned down food for quite possibly the first time ever, Ryo tried to fill the silence that was beginning to loom over them both.
“So how was work? Did Rose give you any trouble?”
Dee finally looked up to him. “It was tedious. I didn’t even see Rose and besides…that’s not what I want to talk about anyways. Let’s not beat around the bush…” ‘anymore’ Dee added in his head.
Crossing his arms, Ryo nodded and took a seat beside his partner at the table. “Okay…I know what you want to talk about…but I’m not sure where to start. I mean…I’m not exact-”
“What do you want?” Dee cut him off.
Surprised, Ryo tilted his head slightly. “What do you mean?”
Dee began to feel his frustration build. He patted his pockets looking for his cigarettes and fished one out, not caring whether the smoke bothered his companion or not. He lit his vice and took a long drag, letting the smoke settle in his lungs before expelling it in one long, drawn out breath.
“You *know* what I mean, Ryo. What do you want? Do you want me to leave you alone? To just give it up and let you be? Or do you want me to keep chasing you? Running after you like nothing else matters?”
Before Ryo could answer, Dee took a breath and continued. “Because I’ll tell you right now, Ryo…I can’t do it. I can’t keep chasing after you. It’s been two years…you and Bikky are pretty much all I have and even so I’m not even an official member of your little makeshift family. Believe it or not…I’m *not* a glutton for punishment. So tell me…right here, right now…what’s it gonna be?”
Ryo sighed and slid his chair back. He stood and began to pace, irritated. “Why do you have to push me, Dee? You always wonder why I shy away from you and it’s because you never give me space to figure anything out…you’re always pushing me. All of this is new for me…you have to consider my feelings about all of it…”
Dee stood as well, and approached the object of his affection. He grabbed Ryo by his arms and stilled his movement, holding him there and forcing his ebony eyes to look at him. “I *do* think about your feelings damnit…but why are you the only one who gets to have them? I hardly think waiting two years can be called being impatient, Ryo. *I* have feelings too…you just never seem to think they matter enough to consider them!”
Ryo shrugged out from Dee’s grip. “That’s not true! Besides…I didn’t start any of this! I never gave you any reason to decide you wanted…” he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence. It was alright though, because Dee knew what he meant and was well equipped with a reply.
“You know…in the beginning you would have been right. But it’s not just me anymore. You respond to me…I *feel* it Ryo…that’s not something you can lie about! When the bomb was in the school, *you* came running up and kissed *me* if you remember correctly. Then today you have a cow named Bessie because JJ slept on my couch last night! I’m so tired of this ‘come here, go away’ game that we play. It’s like you only want me when you think you’ll lose me, and it’s not fair!”
“It’s not like that, I-”
“What is it? Is it me? I know you have issues with the fact that we’re both men…but shit, Ryo, you don’t just have sudden homosexual urges in your mid-twenties. *I* didn’t do this to you…I just made you think about it…and I’m not sorry. Do you get some weird thrill out of being chased by me…does it boost your self confidence or something?”
“Dee, I-”
“And another thing -”
“Damnit, Dee, would you let me talk!?”
Dee did not reply, but simply shut his mouth and nodded for Ryo to continue.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t know you were so bothered by all this. I never meant to upset you, you know. I’ll admit that I haven’t really thought about your feelings…but I won’t be bullied into making a decision I’m not ready for.”
Sighing, Dee ran a hand through his hair. He lifted sad green eyes to meet Ryo’s black and spoke with a voice that quivered ever so slightly. “Pushing you…bullying you…that’s what you think I’m doing. I’m sorry…and here I just thought I was in lo-” He stopped…not wanting to finish the sentence that would destroy the last of his dignity.
If Ryo knew what Dee had been about to say, he made no mention of it, and silence enveloped the two men for a long moment. Finally, Dee regained his strong and masculine posture – his voice reverted back to its usual clear, unwavering tone.
“I’m going to go speak to Bikky real quick. Don’t tell me not to wake him up, he’s been listening to us this whole time; I saw his shadow in the doorway.”
Ryo looked surprised, at both the realization that Bikky had been listening in on them, and that Dee wanted to speak to the young man. He watched as Dee slipped out of the room and down the hall to Bikky’s door.
“Hey squirt…let me in.”
Slowly, the door creaked open. Bikky returned to sit on his bed and folded his arms across his chest. “So what exactly did you want to say to me? If you want me to talk Ryo into giving into you, you’re wasting your breath.”
Dee closed the door behind him, but did not advance forward. “No, Bikky. I’m not going to be around so much anymore…at least…for a while. I know we haven’t really gotten along famously…but I also know that you go through some stuff Ryo just is not going to understand. I’ve been there kid…and if you need me, you know where to find me, right?”
Bikky nodded and looked away from his almost-parental figure. “Try not to get into too much trouble without Ryo to look after you.”
“Sure thing kid. I’m going to finish with Ryo. I don’t know when I’ll see you next…but listen…take it easy on him, okay? He’s good to you, too good if you ask me…so listen to him when he tells you something. And about what I said, about knowing where to find me…I meant it. Now get some sleep.” He finished and shut the lights off in Bikky’s room, closing the door behind him as he left.
When he reentered the kitchen, Ryo looked frazzled, and a bit anxious. “What did you want with Bikky?”
“I just had some stuff I wanted to tell him, don’t worry…it wasn’t anything bad. The little shit isn’t so bad once you get past that smart mouth of his…” He paused, then “I’m leaving now, Ryo.”
Ryo went wide eyed. “Just like that? We didn’t resolve anything…”
Dee stepped in close to his partner and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent that filled his mind so many times a day. He grabbed Ryo by the waist and pulled him to his body firmly, looking deep into his eyes for what might have been a moment, but could have easily been a century and finally closed the distance between them, pressing his lips firmly against the soft ones of his confused partner. The kiss was firm, but innocent, and when Dee felt pressure returned against his lips he broke away, too conflicted to let it continue. He stepped back a bit and turned away, so that his back faced Ryo.
“I did…resolve something, I mean…I’m not waiting anymore Ryo. Either you want me or you don’t…and I know now that *nothing* I do will sway you one way or the other. I don’t know what it is you want that I can’t give you…but I’ve offered you all I have, and it still doesn’t seem to be enough. For once I want to be enough for someone…I want someone to want me back, Ryo…just me.”
He took a few steps forward, intending to leave the apartment before his emotions got the better of him, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. When he turned, Ryo looked sad, and hurt.
‘God…please…just make him stop looking at me like that…’ Dee thought dejectedly.
Still with his hand resting on Dee’s broad shoulder, Ryo stepped forward a little awkwardly. “I want to see something” he said while inching ever closer. With no distance left between them, Ryo brushed his lips ever so lightly against Dee’s, making the taller man go weak at the knees. When he pulled back, Ryo couldn’t help but think that initiating the kiss hadn’t felt bad at all…in fact…it had been somewhat…empowering. Confident that he had taken a step forward towards figuring everything out, he looked Dee in the eye and smiled.
He did not, however, expect to see a look of anger and contempt.
Dee looked away, unable…or unwilling to meet Ryo’s gaze.
“You just don’t get it do you? You can’t tell me ‘baby steps’ Ryo! I’ve been crawling for the last two fucking years! Do you even understand what an insult it is for you to act like you can take your time and make a decision now…like it wasn’t important enough to do so before? When all this time I’ve been honest and upfront with you? You can’t just kiss me once and expect me to wait another two years for you to come around, or not come around…it’s just not fair and I won’t do it.”
Without cerebral permission, Ryo let his anger get the better of him and before he could stop the words, they flew out of his mouth. “So your one little heart to heart night with JJ brought all this on?”
Dee had to restrain himself…physically…verbally. “You know what Ryo…if you think this is the result of one single freaking night…then I don’t even know what I’m doing here…I don’t even know what I’ve been doing for the last two years…”
Without any more words, Dee swept his jacket up and headed for the door, slipping out and slamming it behind him. As soon as it closed, Ryo slumped down at the table, angry, and fighting tears. He was angry with Dee for confusing him in the first place…angry for making him choose. But more than that…he was angry with himself. He was angry with himself for not being able to just open his mouth and tell Dee to wait…that he didn’t mean it…that he would never intentionally hurt his feelings. To wait just a little bit longer…that he *would* figure everything out.
But ultimately…things were different now. Everything had been laid out in the open…the cards were on the proverbial table. And now that he knew just exactly how Dee felt every time he responded to him…every time he led him on…to ignore it *would* be intentionally hurting him. But what could he do? He was still unsure that he could admit to caring for another man…though he couldn’t say he’d ever loved a woman either. Maybe this time apart would be good. Maybe it would give Ryo time to really see what he wanted, and why.
Feeling only the slightest bit better, Ryo rose to head for bed himself. He could only hope he would have time to straighten out his brain and know what he wanted before he lost Dee completely…if he hadn’t already.
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Once out on the street, Dee turned to walk towards his car and pulled his jacket up around his ears, avoiding the c. Al. Although he couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in his chest…there was something else. Amongst the Pandora’s Box of Dee’s emotions, spiraling out of control since the first time he laid eyes on Randy “Ryo” MacLean. At last he hit the bottom…and resting there was warm, benevolent hope. Hope that Ryo would finally figure out what he did or didn’t want from him, hope that his life would soon make sense once again…but most importantly…hope that he could finally regain control. This was his life…and he was going to live it if it killed him….
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TBC
OOOkay. Whew…this chapter was a doozy. Got it done in one sitting though…started at 3am it is now 7am thank you very much. With only 2 stretch breaks and about 10 smoke breaks. Heh heh…can’t write without my nicotine. Anyways…just a couple of notes.
Sarah *has* a purpose. She is *not* a Mary-Sue…. (Ewww….I don’t do het anyways….bleah…if I *was* gonna sink so low, you’d best believe I’d give myself the plumbing needed for yaoi goodness). Anyways…she is there for gender clarification only. She will be back, as Ryo needs to figure some shit out yo.
I hope this wasn’t too depressing…there is much left to go, grasshoppahs. So trust me, and I’ll take care of you, promise.
Love and Kisses,
Reika
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