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Fake
First Year together: A New Day (May)

Chapter
31

Fandom: Fake

Pairing: Dee/ Ryo

Rating: Worksafe

Spoilers: To Volume 7

Timing: Set in May, directly after book 7 ended

Summary: Ryo is coming to terms with his new sexual
identity, as well as the changes in his relationship with Dee. 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 Fake or any of the
characters created by Sanami Matoh. (Shantaya, Giovanna, Rick and Kyle the
bouncer are all mine, however)

Author's notes: This is not
an exciting chapter. No sex, no
violence, no angst. All that
really happens is that Dee builds his relationship with Bikky and Bikky gets
some information from the street.
You might remember Kyle the bouncer from one of my other stories.

Thank you to Mtemplar for
the awesome beta-work.

A New
Day (May)

Chapter
31

"Hey Shantaya.
How's business?"

"Aw, if it
ain't the Bikster, back like clockwork." Shantaya struck a pose and gave
him a lazy smile that showed her new front teeth. "I wish all the boys
kept their promises like you, honey."

"Well you know
me-- Never lie to a woman!"

She chuckled at
that and tossed her head, but her ironed, hairsprayed helmet of hair barely
moved. "Like your daddy before you, sweetness. Your first daddy, that is.
Who's your chaperone over there?"

"Him? Oh that's
my dad's... boyfriend," Bikky answered, feeling just a
little strange as those three unfamiliar words left his lips. "He's here
to make sure no one mugs me. Word is that I'm running around at night with cash
on me nowadays." Bikky grinned at her. He hadn't argued when Ryo had told
him he was going to ask Dee to accompany him. His funeral-collection project
was going really well. He had come home with $700 cash on Sunday night, and
that kind of thing did tend to get around. Not that Doofus would be much
help with his injury and all, but still. It was good for the people in this
neighborhood to know that he had a bodyguard, just in case anyone was thinking
of trying something.

"Your dad's boyfriend? Oh that's too bad. He's really cute. What a
looker. Don't look very gay to me. You sure he don't swing both ways?"

"Forget it,
he's a total fag," said Bikky firmly. "He's basically just here to
shoot anyone who messes with me and tries to take Eddie's funeral money."

"He a cop like
your white daddy?"

"Yeah, but
don't worry, he ain't gonna cramp your style. So anyway, you told me to come
back tonight?"

"Oh yeah, the money! I s'pose you come for that? And here's po' lil' me
thinking you came to admire my pretty new dress." Shantaya pouted a little
and swiveled her hips so that her short swingy pink skirt swished over her
ample thighs.

"Looks like
Rick's been good to you. New teeth, FINE new dress."

"They's always
sweet at the start, honey. That's the time to get stuff." Shantaya
reached under her skirt and pulled out a small wad of bills that had been
tucked into the elastic at the top of her fishnet stocking. "You remember
that when you're starting out your future career as a hotshot NBA star.
Negotiate a good deal in the beginning, that's the time to do it. Here. You
take this." She thrust the money at Bikky, looking about slightly
furtively as she did so. "And don't you never tell Rick you got any cash
from me. I don't know how or why, but he don't like Eddie. Blames him for
killin' Tamara, if you can imagine."

"What? That's
bullshit! Why would Eddie kill anyone? He spent his life looking out for the
kids on the street. He and Tamara were good friends."

Shantaya gave him a
knowing look. "Rick's puttin' it out that their friendship was a little
TOO close -- and Eddie killed her out of jealousy 'cause he couldn't take on Rick."

"I'll take on
Rick myself if he doesn't quit sayin' that crap about Eddie and Tamara! Come on
Shantaya, you don't believe it do you?"

"Babycakes, I'm
Rick's new sweet thang. We got teeth, we got clothes, and reeeeeal good drugs.
Until he gets locked up or shot down, it's my job to listen to his big talk and
go, 'Uh-huh, darling, you are SO right and SO wise 'bout everything'. Do
you understand my true place in the bigger picture here?"

"Eddie just
gave Tamara a place to stay after a bad trick beat her up, that's all,"
said Bikky. "Rick didn't protect her right; it happened a lot. Everyone
said he did jack shit for the money he took off her. You know this, don't
you?"

"Bikky, my
sweet innocent child, look at me. This is Shantaya you
talkin' to; we been friends for a long time, right?"

"Right. A real
long time." Bikky's resentment toward Rick didn't entirely leave him, but
he looked up at Shantaya with all the liking and trust he had always felt for
her showing in his eyes.

"Well, you
remember, you were there. Rick weren't my first, and he ain't gonna be my last.
But right now, he's the man of the hour. I don't know how he did it, but
suddenly he got money, he got confidence, and he got connections, so as long as
that lasts, I'm here for the ride. You got me?" At Bikky's nod, she
continued. "And whatever he is, at least he's an improvement over
Tino." Bikky nodded again, remembering how she had lost her teeth in the
first place.

"But Eddie was
a good man," Shantaya added, "and I ain't never gonna forget the time
he took a beatin' for me. Even when he was hurtin', he was always a gentleman.
So you take that money and...and put it toward a real nice funeral. Buy him
a... snappy suit... to wear on his big day, okay?"

Her voice rose in a
high-pitched squeak on the last few words and her eyes got glassy. She quickly
tilted her head back and flapped her fingers in front of her eyes as though to
dry the tears that were trying to fall. "Oh crap, can't have tears, can't
be wrecking my make-up..."

Bikky dug in his pocket
and produced a napkin that smelled vaguely of fish and chips, and handed it to
her. "Sorry I don't have anything better," he said. "Hey! Did I
ever tell you about the time your aunt Crystal chased me with a wooden spoon?
She's one scary lady. I swear I stand up straight and spit out my gum every
time I think of her!"

He managed to get
Shantaya laughing and her all-important make-up was saved. Their cheeriness
lasted until Shantaya was approached by a client, whereupon she shooed Bikky
off.

Dee leaned against a
street lamp, smoking, as he watched the rugrat approach. "That took long
enough," he remarked. "How much did you get?"

"If you're
bored, you can go on home anytime," snapped Bikky, not looking at him. He
was still mad about what Rick was allegedly saying about Eddie.

"I AM
bored," Dee confirmed. "But come hell, high water, or P.O'd pimps,
I'm here for you 'til you're ready to quit."

Bikky fell into
step beside him and gave him a sidelong look. "How much did
you hear?"

"Not a damn
thing. But you got all mad about something back there. I'm guessing it was
connected to her pimp."

"He's a fuckin'
asshole."

"Want me to
ruin his evening if we see him?"

"Nah. I wanna
take care of the bastard myself. But in a couple of years, maybe." Bikky
looked down at his hands and flexed his fingers, as if assessing their
destructive power. Dee understood exactly how he felt. He had done the same
thing when he was Bikky's age and size -- marking off his enemies and the
scores he was going to settle with them as soon as he was big enough. But
now, all he did was shrug. "Suit yourself," he said.

After they had
walked half a block, Bikky spotted another girl who had promised him money for
Eddie.

"There's
Giovanna," he said, "Stay here, okay?"

Over the course of
the past couple of hours, Dee had been receiving a crash course as to the
extent of Bikky's contacts, as well as a sense of how connected he still was to
his former neighborhood, despite having been adopted by a middle class,
half-Japanese cop, who, as far as Bikky's former neighbors were concerned, came
across as white. Bikky and Dee had talked to bus drivers, waiters, taxi
drivers, thugs, junkies, valet parkers and outreach social workers, and had now
moved on to the hookers. To Dee's amazement, all of them knew Eddie and most of
them contributed something, even if it was only a couple of bucks. He was
beginning to suspect that they were going to have a pretty big
turnout for Eddie's funeral.

He stayed a short
distance from the girl Bikky had identified as 'Giovanna', and watched the
street while the kid went over and greeted her.

"Saluti, my
friend. WHO is that magnificent male creature with you tonight?" Giovanna
demanded, indicating Dee.

Bikky was annoyed.
Why the hell were they all so interested in Dee? "He's just here to look
out for me tonight," he told her. "He's gay, Gio. Forget about
him."

"I am sure he
is not. It is my job to know these things about men. Call him to me. I want to
meet him."

"Gio, this
isn't---"

"I have your
money, mio dolce. You have my word that I will give it to you. But bring me
that man. I wish to see his face."

Scowling, Bikky took
a few steps away from her and beckoned Dee, who was resting an elbow
on a mailbox and smoking, as usual. At first, he seemed not to understand, and
tried to confirm with sign language that he should indeed approach Bikky. Bikky
was forced to make a much larger gesture, and suddenly it seemed as though half
the eyes on the street were on them as Dee came toward them with his customary
easy swagger. No one would have guessed what it was costing him, in terms of
pain.

"What is your
name?" asked the pale-skinned beauty in a wine-dark, though practically
see-though outfit. She was tall, slender, and small-breasted, and her ass was
truly spectacular. Dee had seen her before, working this street in the
afternoons and evenings.

"Dee," he
replied, enjoying the sight of her.

"Is it true
what Bikky says, that you are gay?" She shook her dark hair seductively so
that a mass of it fell along one side of her face.

"No, technically,
I'm bi, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"My name is
Giovanna. You are my ideal man. "If you ever wish for comfort with a
woman, please know that I would not dream of charging you--"

"Gio, if he
ever does it with you, I'll kill him myself," interrupted Bikky, glaring at
both of them. "My dad and him are, you know, 'together', for Christ's
sake! They're nuts about each other. Right, Dee?"

"Right,"
said Dee cooperatively, looking from one to the other while suppressing a
desire to laugh. "Nuttier than a squirrel's– ow!" He glared
down at Bikky, who, having kicked him, was now ignoring him.

"Wait,"
said Giovanna. "He is the lover of your father, the police detective?
That beautiful man I have seen walking with you, the one with the dark, dark
eyes? Maybe a little bit of the Asian blood in him?"

"That's the
guy," said Dee proudly, with a proprietorial light in his eye. Just as he
had noticed her, so she had noticed Ryo. New York City was a very big
place, but sometimes the neighborhoods could be as small in their way as small
towns. "Gorgeous, isn't he? And mine, all mine."

"Ah," said
Giovanna sadly.

"Okay, you've
met him now, right? Dee, Giovanna. Giovanna, Dee. Now Dee, get the fuck outta
here while I talk to Giovanna about Eddie."

"Yes Sir, King
Twerp," said Dee, saluting him casually. He gave Giovanna a
short bow, to which she returned a graceful curtsey, and then he returned to
his mailbox. Bikky's eyes followed Dee's retreat with hostility.

"Il mio caro
ragazzo," Giovanna said to him. "Please forgive me. I am
disappointed, of course, but I see that there is great love there, at least for
now. I give you my word that I will not be involved in the destruction of your
father's happiness in any way. And even if this man, this Dee, were free, he
would not be interested in me, such as I am, a woman for all men." She
sighed dramatically and continued to gaze at Dee, who gave her a friendly wave.

Bikky nodded and
tried his best to be patient with her, while looking at the dark blue
lights on the Empire State building off in the distance. He liked it when they
were blue. He always felt lucky on those nights. It was past eight now and
twilight was starting to descend. If Gio would just quit giving Dorkhead the
eye, maybe he could get on with his business and get home with enough time to
wrap up his unfinished English homework. Gio had always been quite a romantic,
which was pretty unusual among hookers. She had often hinted that someday a man
would come who would take her away from all this. He had a feeling
she'd be waiting a long time.

"But let us
talk of Eddie, certamente un angelo, and free from this life of pain. When is
his funeral, mio dolce?"

"Thursday.
Eleven o'clock. Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn." He handed her
one of the info-flyers that he and Carol had created on the computer. "Can
you come?"

"Certamente. I
would not miss it. And here is money." She handed him a folded
fifty-dollar bill. "I promised and so I shall keep my promise."

"Thanks
Giovanna! You're too good for this place."

She inclined
her head to one side and smiled a bit sadly. "Perhaps that is
true, mi dolce. Yet... here I am."

"Hey,"
said Bikky. "Have you heard what Rick's been saying about how Eddie killed
Tamara?"

Giovanna emitted a
little sound of contempt. "Si! And also how he wanted to avenge her by
killing Eddie himself except someone beat him to it. Such foolishness!"
she said, and then looked over her shoulder nervously before continuing.
"No one feels true respect for Rick, or should I say Ja Romeo? No one who knew Eddie could think of him as a
jealous lover. Sometimes I think that Rick believes we are all as stupid as he
is."

Bikky nodded,
satisfied. "Yeah, that's what he probably thinks," he
agreed. "Have a good night, Gio." With that, he took his leave
and went to rejoin Dee, who was waving at Giovanna again.

"Did you get a
real good look at her?" he asked Dee sarcastically. "Maybe you'd like
to stay here for a couple more hours. I'm sure Ryo wouldn't mind at all."

"Hey,
she waved at me first! I was just being polite."

"You? Polite?" Bikky gave a snort of laughter, which Dee
decided to let pass.

"How long has Giovanna been in the country?" he asked.
"Does she have a Green Card?"

"Nah, she's from Wyoming. Her name is Martha Elwood. She
always does that Italian thing. I don't know why. Must be hard to keep it up.
Can you walk a little faster? I wanna catch Dari down at Helene's before he
goes for his break."

The eight pm start time for the basketball game had come and gone,
and Bikky still wasn't showing any signs of wanting to go home. As they walked,
Dee tried to remind him about the game and interest him in going home to watch
the second half.

"I'll bet you five bucks that the Pistons stomp Miami,"
he said.

"Huh!" Bikky snorted. "You're gonna lose your money
for sure. I don't even have to watch this game to know how it's gonna turn out.
Besides, I'd rather go talk to Linda and Casey. They make big bucks at The
North Pole."

"That strip joint? Don't tell me they're---"

"Yeah." Bikky stopped walking and glared up at Dee.
"But YOU'RE waiting outside! I don't want you embarrassing me."

"What the hell are you talking about? Haven't I kept a low
profile? Haven't I let you do your thing?"

Bikky couldn't think of an answer, because what Dee was saying was
actually true.

"Well? Hey Bikky, hold up a minute, there. Give an old man
with a gunshot wound a chance to rest."

Bikky cursed under his breath. Trust Dorkhead to play that up. But
he felt instantly contrite when he turned around and saw Dee steadying himself
by leaning one arm against a wall.

"Dee? You okay?"

"I think so. Just a bit past due for my meds, that's all. And
I haven't been myself since Friday night. Not sure if it's this big fuckin'
trench in my side or the concussion..."

"Whatever. Just take it slow, all right? We can go home if
you want. I can try and catch the strippers tomorrow night, but Tuesday is
amateur night so Linda and Casey don't come on until later."

"How much later?" Dee was fumbling the top off a plastic
pill bottle.

"Nine-thirty."

"Ryo will never go for that. Especially if you say the words
'strip club'."

"Do I look stupid to you? I know that! But I gotta try. I might get as much as a hundred off
of Linda. She makes an insane amount of money in tips and she owes Eddie big
time. Hey, there's a bench over there. You wanna go rest for a minute? You
don't look so good."

"Yeah. Just for a minute, though."

"Are you just gonna swallow those pills dry?"

"Yeah. What choice do I have?"

"Just a sec." Bikky ran into a nearby CVS and reappeared
three minutes later with two cans of Pepsi, one of which he handed to Dee.
"Here ya go. This'll give you some energy."

"Fuck, I can't believe this. Bikky Goldman just bought me a
can of Pepsi for the first time ever."

"It's MacLean now, remember? And I didn't buy
it, dipshit."

Dee glowered. "Did you rip it off? I seem to remember you
promising Ryo--"

"No! Jeez, settle down. My buddy Mohammad, who WORKS there,
donated it for the cause. Plus another five bucks."

"Sorry, Biks." Dee pulled the tab off his can and it
hissed invitingly. He swallowed his painkillers with a mouthful of Pepsi.

He and Bikky sat without talking for a few moments, but it was
anything but quiet. The city around them was starting to come alive. The
revving noise of car engines and the blare of honking horns couldn't quite
drown out the sounds of people laughing and talking on the broad sidewalk as
they passed in a steady flow. The seedy streets inhabited by sex trade workers
like Giovanna and Shantaya had given way to thriving restaurants and
nightclubs, although not the high-rent kind. The air was full of delicious
smells, and Bikky's stomach rumbled in response. Dinner had only been about
three hours ago, but it seemed longer. He resolutely pushed thoughts of food
out of his mind, however. He had a mission to complete. Eddie's funeral was costing Ryo a huge
pile of cash, and he felt somewhat guilty about that. He was determined to help
as much as he could. Ryo was always so good to him, so patient and loving, no
matter how many times he screwed up. He would flip out of course, but he always
forgave. Bikky's life had changed dramatically in the past two and a half
years, and all for the better. Even though there were times when he felt like
he was drowning in all the rules and restrictions of his new father's
expectations of him, he knew in his heart that he had a lot to be grateful for.
Where would he be without Ryo? It made him feel sick to think he could have
lost him on Friday night. But Doofus had been there to make sure that didn't
happen. He certainly had his uses. Bikky stole a look at Dee.

"Hey Dee, thanks," he said.

Dee was so amazed that Bikky was thanking him for something that
he nearly choked on his soda. When
he recovered, he said, "Don't mention it. This ain't the first time I've
missed a game because duty called."

"I don't mean about the game. I meant about you takin' a
bullet for Ryo. Ryo didn't tell me any details about Friday night with those
skinheads, but I went to Freddie's and I got the whole story from Joey, a guy
who works there. He told me about how the freak had a gun in Ryo's face and how
you trashed him 'til he shot you instead. So I...I owe you, man. I don't think
any other cop woulda done that for Ryo." Bikky paused. He had delivered
that speech without actually looking at Dee, and it hadn't been as hard as he
expected. However, now it was time to show him who was boss again. "But
that doesn't mean I'm gonna be all nicey-nice and let you get away with shit.
Ryo was mine before he was yours. Although hey, I'm not blind. I can see that
he's got some kind of retarded thing for you."

"You're welcome, brat. And just so you know, I'm crazy about
him too. No one's gonna put a bullet in him as long as I've got breath in my
body."

"And you'd better not break his heart, either, you bastard. Do
you HAVE to be constantly checkin' out the chicks?"

Dee grinned at him, knowing the kid was pissed off about the
catcalls and admiring invitations he had received earlier in hookerville.
Before that, there had also been a waitress who had tried to slip him her phone
number. "Come on, is it MY fault that women are hot for me? In spite of my
chick-magnet qualities, I've been a real good boy for a real long time. If I
flirt, it's mostly just habit now. Besides, looking is not the same as
touching, you know."

Bikky scowled at him, clearly not convinced.

"And another thing," Dee went on. "At least once
tonight you outed Ryo in the 'hood. You'd better be careful about that, because
he's not ready for the world to know yet."

"Half the world already knows." Bikky slumped lower on
the bench, his arms folded defensively over his chest. "And I only did
that because I didn't want you and Gio to start something up."

"Listen up, monkey-brat." There was something in Dee's
voice that made Bikky turn his head and look at him, and when he did, he was
taken aback by the look in his eyes. Dee's hand was resting heavily on his
shoulder and he didn't like it.

"You think I'm gonna step out on Ryo, don't you? You think
I'm gonna lose interest and start playing the field again. Well, let me tell
you something, and you can either believe me or not. Just like you, I know how
incredibly lucky I am that Ryo came into my life, and I am not going to do
ANYTHING to screw that up. I went
through hell to get him, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep him.
Understand?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Bikky looked warily at him. Shit,
the Perv sure seemed sincere. "But you just better keep a leash on your
lizard and be faithful and stuff, 'cause if you aren't, I'll break your fuckin'
arm."

"Deal," said Dee, offering him a fist, which the kid
punched lightly. He thought it was time for a change of subject. "How much
paper you carrying now?"

Bikky pulled out the wad of bills and looked around cautiously.
"Keep watch and I'll count. I think I'm over three hundred."

Dee obediently kept watch while Bikky counted. "Three hundred
and twenty-five!" he announced triumphantly. "Pretty good, huh?"

"That's more than good," conceded Dee. "It's
flat-out fantastic. What's the grand total so far?"

Bikky thought for a
moment. "Fifteen twenty-five."

Dee leaned back on the bench. "Shit," he said. "I
think that calls for a celebratory burp." Taking another swig of his
Pepsi, he let loose with an eruption of gas that made two passing women turn
their heads in horror. "Beat that, brat," he said smugly. Bikky was
thrilled and giggled madly before gulping down the rest of his own soda.

"Listen to this, loser!" He thumped his chest a couple
of times and the resulting belch, when it came, was equally as loud as Dee's
and perhaps a fraction longer. "Don't mess with the master!"

They both laughed and for a few minutes it totally slipped Bikky's
mind that they were natural adversaries. Dee pushed that advantage a little
further.

"I'll admit when you came up with your fund-raising plan, I
thought you wouldn't be able to get even fifty bucks outta these people, but I
was wrong. You're awesome, Bik. And this'll help Ryo, too when the bill
comes."

Bikky actually flushed with the pleasure of having his efforts
recognized, but as twilight had faded to darkness and the bench where they were
sitting was outside an unlit storefront, he didn't think Dee could see. He
struggled to come up with a suitably snappy rejoinder that was slightly less
cutting than usual.

"You can call me awesome all you want, but I'm still not
letting you come inside the strip club," he said in a faux-grumpy voice.

"Well, I'd like to see YOU get inside, what with being so far
from legal drinking age that they could lose their license just from letting
you look at the posters outside."

Bikky snorted. "Watch and learn, Doofus. It's called 'having
connections'."

But Dee's words proved to be prophetic when Bikky found himself
faced with a brand new bouncer at The North Pole that he had never seen before,
and who wasn't about to risk his job by allowing a thirteen-year-old through
the door to pester Linda and Casey.

"Come back in seven years, kid," he said.

"Where's Nels? He usually lets me in."

"Nels got hurt in a fight. He's home with a broken wrist and
he won't be back until his cast is off."

"Well, if Nels usually lets me in, why can't you?"

"Because Nels is fuckin' stupid and I don't wanna get
fired."

"Then can either Linda or Casey come out here to talk to
me?"

"They're both busy doing lap dances right now, and Linda's
onstage in fifteen minutes, so no, I don't think so."

"Look, I gotta tell Linda about a funeral for a friend of
hers. She doesn't even know he's dead and she's gonna be real pissed with you
if you don't let me in."

"Too bad. But hey, if you scribble me a message on a couple
of dead Lincolns, I'll make sure I remember to tell her all about it. Now step
aside kid. We got people coming through here."

A pair of college age boys pushed past Bikky and the doorman took
their cover charges and gave them each a discount drink ticket.

"What's your name?" Bikky angrily asked the bouncer.

"His name is Kyle and he used to work at Joe Spunky's on
41st, which is a GAY club," said Dee stepping forward.

"Hey, shhh buddy, no one knows about that around here,"
said Kyle anxiously.

"Joe what?" asked Bikky incredulously.

"Did you finally get fired, Kyle?"

"Well, it was more of a misunderstanding, actually,"
said Kyle carefully.

"I bet it had something to do with-- cover your ears,
Bikky."

Bikky quickly did, but not tightly. He was curious. This was
probably going to be good.

"Something to do with those illegal semi-public sex shows you
were letting happen in the alcoves, perhaps."

Kyle was silent, but he looked nervous and a drop of sweat ran
down one of his temples.

"Tellya what." Dee was speaking in a confident, yet
slightly insolent tone of voice that secretly impressed Bikky. He couldn't
believe this was the same guy who'd been practically dying on a bench less than
twenty minutes ago. "We're gonna stash the kid here out of sight in ...
one of the girls' dressing rooms or something, while I go in and fetch Linda
off the floor to come and talk with him. I'm not gonna ask you to go 'cause I
know you gotta stay on the door and all. After we talk to Linda and Casey,
we're gonna disappear out of your life with no one the wiser about your former
life at Joe's. How's that?"

"Well, uh, yeah...I think we could do that, except it's a
communal dressing room. A couple of the girls might be in there changing
outfits...I don't know how they'll feel about you guys invading their
privacy."

"Duh, dude, they're peelers, okay? This ain't the New York
Ballet. These girls take everything off onstage. How shy could they be?"

"I guess you're right." Kyle flushed slightly. "All
right, the kid can wait there. But he can't touch anything, though. That's
really important."

"This boy is very well-behaved, not to mention
religious," said Dee with a totally straight face. "I guarantee he
won't touch anything. He won't
even LOOK anywhere that God would disapprove of"

"Okay then, hang on." Kyle signaled to a gum-chewing
waitress, who came over to them looking curious. "Miri," he said.
"These guys are friends of Linda and Casey. Can you take the kid to the
dressing room please?"

Miri stared from Kyle to Bikky and back to Kyle, but didn't bat an
eye. " What'cha name, kid?" She had a pretty Asian face, but a harsh
voice like a crow's.

"Bikky," he responded. "Um, that's a really
nice...apron you're wearing, Miri."

A small smile twitched at the corner of her mouth. "You like
it, huh?" she cawed.

"Yeah."

"You ain't seen nothing, yet. Follow me, and stick close,
okay?"

"Yes, ma'a---" Bikky was rendered speechless when she
turned around revealing that there was basically no back to her outfit except a
silky black thong which parted the globes of her bare buttocks.

"Go on, Bik," said Dee, with a smirk. "I'll be
right there with Linda, as soon as I find her."

Bikky flashed him a quick grin before scampering off after Miri's
shapely form.

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They exited The North Pole more than two hundred dollars richer,
and just as they got outside, Dee's cell phone rang. He looked at the call
display. "Whew," he said to Bikky. "It's Ryo. Good timing huh?
I'm glad he didn't call while we were in the club. That bump and grind music would've
been a dead giveaway." Bikky nodded and Dee said, "Yo, Ryo!"
into the phone.

"Dee, it's almost nine. Please tell me you're close to
home."

"Well, not exactly. The brat's been having a good night,
moneywise-- Hey Bikky! How much are we at?"

"Five forty-five."

"Hear that Ryo? He's pulled in over five hundred bucks.
Pretty good, huh?" There was a pause. "You wanna talk to him? Hey
Bikky, talk to Ryo." Dee handed him the phone and listened to Bikky
explaining that his homework was at least half completed because he had gotten
some of it done with Carol before dinner.

Bikky was
somewhat subdued when he finally handed the phone back to Dee.

Dee assured Ryo that they would be home in less than half an hour.
"And we're hungry," he added. "Right, Bikky?"

Bikky nodded enthusiastically. He was starving, as a matter of
fact.

"Okay babe. Love you." Dee snapped the phone closed and
put it away. "He's making us some soup," he informed Bikky.

"I hope it's not cream of celery," said Bikky, who was
looking a little down.

"How much homework you got left?"

"Four pages of math and the conclusion of my book report.
It's about 45 minutes worth if I don't do a totally
kick-ass job on it."

"You'll get it done. You should try to start on it the minute
you get home, though. Let me know if you need some help."

"Okay. Thanks."

Dee tried not to grin. That was the second 'thanks' he had gotten
from Bikky that evening. One more and he would know for sure that he was in the
Twilight Zone. "So are you all ready for your interview with the Queens
police tomorrow?"

"I s'pose so." Bikky looked uncomfortable.
"Apparently they're coming to the 27th to meet with us."

"Did Ryo tell you anything about what to expect?"

"No, he never tells me anything unless he wants me to do
something for him like run down a missing witness." Bikky kicked at a
McDonald's wrapper.

"Now that's not fair," Dee said. "It was only one
time and it was only Eddie. Ryo was worried about him. It sure would have been
better for everybody if Eddie could have just stayed alive." He sighed,
and so did Bikky. "Anyway," he continued. "I can't tell you
anything about tomorrow, but I'll give you a heads up on two important points.
You listening to me?"

"Yeah," said Bikky, forgetting to act nonchalant. Dee
did in fact have his undivided attention.

"All right then. First, get ready to be surprised when they
question you, and not in a good way. There are a couple of things you don't
know and when they pitch 'em at you, you're gonna probably be upset. Second,
the chick who's gonna question you has a really nice rack. They move when she
breathes and it's really hard not to look. So be prepared and don't stare,
especially in front of Carol. Okay? Now don't say I never give you any good
advice."

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end of chapter
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Additional author's notes: So far I am trying to refrain from
being too specific about Bikky's neighborhood. It seems to me that NYC has
changed a lot over the past five or ten years, and is still changing.
Therefore, the dangerous neighborhood I pick today could be a cleaned up yuppie
area in a few years. I'm hoping
that this story will be able to withstand the years without sounding too
hopelessly dated in the future.

Thanks to loki_the_fraud for all the great info! I made the Empire
State building lights blue just for you.
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