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FAKE
First Year Together: A New Day (May)

Chapter
9

Pairing: Dee/Ryo

Rating: Chapter
nine is rated "Mature". There's no sex in this chapter. Just some
kissing, groping and swearing. But there's sex in chapter 10! Yes
there is, and it ain't just oral this time! And you know what? It's
up right now on my Livejournal page! http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/

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. Oh, but I created Thomas and Mike Abernathy,
and they are not based on anyone living or dead. If your name is
Abernathy, sorry about that!

Author's notes: I
believe in a strong and equal Ryo and Dee.

Beta'd by the tough,
smart, funny, and exacting Blue Simplicity. Thank you, Blue!

FAKE
First Year Together: A New Day (May)

Chapter
9

     "Ouch!" said Carol, peering at
Bikky's face. She ran her
fingertips lightly over the bruised skin around his right eye. "Did you get some ice on
that? Does it hurt?"

      Bikky enjoyed her concern, and the
gentle touch of her fingers, even though it made his face throb a little more.
"Yes to the ice, no to the pain." Of course he was lying about the pain, but she didn't need
to know that he wasn't made of steel.

      Carol looked doubtful. "Well, it sure looks
painful."

      "You should ask that asshole
Brody if he's in any pain
today." Bikky grinned irrepressibly.
He took Carol's backpack and swung it onto his own shoulder. She had long ago given up protesting
about this little habit of his.

      "What did Ryo say when he saw
your eye?"

      "Nothing, because he hasn't
seen it yet."

       "Huh? Did you actually get up early and sneak
out of the house?"

       "Something like
that."

       "Well, don't you think
that's going to make him suspicious?
You never get up early."

        "Not true. I have been known to get up early for
basketball games. Anyway, I left Ryo a note saying I had to meet a
friend."

         "So you've
got until dinnertime tonight to think of something."

         "Actually, I
got a bit more time than that.
Because of those two NBA games tonight, Ryo and Dorkhead switched shifts
with two of their co-workers. Ryo
won't be home until after eleven.
I think I can avoid him until tomorrow. Maybe by then my face will be a little closer to
normal."

         "Hmm."
Carol looked at him critically.
"I wouldn't bet on that."

          "Hey,
do you think I could cover it with make-up?" Bikky sounded hopeful.

          Carol burst
out laughing. "Bikky, you
live with a cop! Do you think he
wouldn't notice?"

          "Aah,
yeah, you're right. Well, I'll
just have to think of something good."

          "It
better be. He's probably already
on his guard because (a) you got up unusually early and (b) you left him a note
saying you were meeting a friend."

         "What's the
problem with meeting a friend?"

         "Hello-o!
Seeing as how you're grounded yet again, isn't meeting friends a no-no?"

        "Nah, I got it
covered. I said I was meeting a friend to get some math pointers."

        "Bikky, he'll never
go for that! That's so lame. That's not you at all."

         They were heading
towards the steps of their high school.
Heads turned as they passed.
At fifteen, Carol was well on her way to becoming the reigning beauty of
the school.

She
waved at a group of her friends whom Bikky knew were watching them with
interest. He always felt so proud
to be seen with her, and he knew himself well enough to know it was written all
over his face, no matter how detached he tried to make himself appear. He had taken enough flak for it over
the years, that was for sure.

        "That's where
you're wrong. This is the new
improved me."

        "Well, was that
thing about the math friend actually true then?"

         "Sure it
was!" Bikky pulled out a
crumpled paper. "Can you just
check that I have the decimals in the right places? Thanks, you're a real pal."

         "Bikky G, you
never change," said Carol.
But she was smiling.


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

      Ryo spooned extra spinach onto
Bikky's plate. "Tell me again
how you got that black eye, but this time without the BS. Come on, out with it."

      Bikky sighed and took a tentative
mouthful of the spinach. Just as
he had suspected, it was foul. He
couldn't understand why the pervert was eating it with such gusto. He chewed it as slowly as he could,
then swallowed it with a grimace.
Maybe he should just tell the truth now, get yelled at and sent to his
room, and then he wouldn't have to eat the rest of his vegetables. He took a sip of his juice and swished
it around in his mouth to get rid of the spinach taste.

     "Bikky, you can't stall
forever."

     "Okay, okay. I'm sorry I tried to
snow you, but I didn't think you'd be happy with the truth. I got in a fight."

      "What happened?"

      "Oh, some smartass dissed me
and we went at it. It's no big
deal."

      "B, you've been fighting more
and more. We talked about this
last time. You promised me you
were going to try and tone it down.
Did this happen at school?"

      "No. Don't worry, I haven't been expelled or anything."

      "Yeah, but if you don't start
learning to walk away every time someone insults you, that's exactly what's
going to happen. You've got to
work on your self control."

       Bikky looked down at his
plate. This was going better than
he had expected. It didn't seem like Ryo was going to start yelling anytime
soon, since he appeared to be in lecture mode. Guess that meant he was going to have to eat that spinach
after all.

      "I been trying, Ryo. But
sometimes...Sometimes a guy's gotta fight."

      "Nonsense," said Ryo. "Let me see that eye." He pushed Bikky's hair gently up off
his face and inspected it, clucking disapprovingly. "You know if you'd put some ice on this right after it
happened, it would've helped a lot."

       "I would have, but we
didn't have any," protested Bikky, pulling away from Ryo. "Anyway, it's just a little
shiner, that's all. No big
woop."

       But Ryo's hands had gone
still. "We do have ice. I
filled the tray yesterday morning...Say, when exactly did this fight
happen?"

       "Hey Ryo," said
Dee. "This spinach isn't
bad. It was much worse last time. At least you didn't overcook it
today."

        "I didn't overcook
it last time." Ryo's eyes
were boring into Bikky's. "When
and where did this fight happen, B?
You better answer me right now."

       Dee ate steadily throughout
the ensuing yelling and scolding.
He had never been one to let a noisy argument or another person's fit of
temper come between him and his lunch.
Mealtimes had often been clamorous and full of strife during his youth
in the orphanage, and had been likely to end abruptly with everyone being sent
to their dorm rooms if Mother lost patience with them all. He had learned early on to keep his
head down and shovel food into his mouth while it was still on the table.

      Accordingly when Bikky had trudged
off to his room and Dee's turn came, he didn't have to endure Ryo's displeasure
on an empty stomach. He could have
used a cigarette though.

      Ryo's eyes were like two hard black
stones. "Spill," he
said.

      Dee was indignant. "I can't believe the monkey brat
sold me out!" He sputtered. "After
all the things I do for him--"

     "He didn't; I just figured it out.
Tell me what could have possibly been going through your mind to let him go out
at one a.m. so that he could keep his 'date' for a fight with an older, bigger
boy?"

      "Now, now, come on, dude,
you're not gonna go all postal on me, are you? I know I shouldn't have let him go, and I know I should have
told you, but, shit, it's like he said, sometimes a guy's gotta fight."

       "Dee, I trusted you! I
can't believe you let me down like that.
What if something terrible had happened, huh? What if we'd gotten that three a.m. call saying 'come to the
hospital' or worse, 'come to the morgue'?"

      "That call could come for any
of us, at anytime, Ryo."

      "Stop making excuses for your
irresponsible behaviour," Ryo snapped. "You're supposed to be an adult, dammit. Sometimes I feel like you and Bikky are
exactly the same age and I have to be the parent for both of you! I can't BELIEVE you did that to
me."

      Dee hung his head. "Ryo, I'm sorry."

      "Sorry doesn't cut it. This is serious, Dee. All these years
I've been feeling like we were kind of in this with Bikky together. Of course, you've spent lots of time
acting like an idiot child around him, so I don't know why I'm so surprised
now. But I thought that with the
big stuff, I could count on you, that you'd back me up -- Shit, I guess that makes
me the idiot, doesn't it?"

       Ryo was angry and clearly felt
betrayed. Dee didn't mind the
anger so much. He thought it was
quite justified. But he didn't like Ryo to feel that he was unreliable.

       "Now, Ryo, that's not
fair. I've always backed you up
and I always will. You know you
can count on me. But I don't
regard a scrap between two boys to be 'big stuff' even if it did take place at
one a.m. with my knowledge and consent.
Sometimes...it's necessary to fight. Bikky has to fight to protect
himself from future fights and he does that by letting them know right at the
beginning that they can't push him around. You should be glad that he can defend himself. Come on, you must have some idea what
it's like out there for a kid like Bikky."

      "I think I live with him,
Dee."

      "Yeah, but kids don't tell
their parents everything."

      Ryo was silent.

       "He didn't exactly
volunteer to tell me either," Dee went on warily. "I just caught him sneaking out,
that's all. I let him go because
in my estimation this particular fight was inevitable, since it was about
respect. If a guy's absolutely
gotta fight, then sometimes it's better if he can control the time and place so
as to minimize fallout."

       "What do you mean, it was
about 'respect'?"

       "The guy that Bikky
fought -- now he and his whole crew will leave Biks alone. They'll find someone else to pick
on."



         Frowning, Ryo
thought about it. Finally, he said, "Dee, that may be true, but I just don't
think fighting is the way. I want
Bikky to step away from that life.
I want him to learn other ways to settle disputes than by simply using
his fists. And I want him safe in
his bed late at night, not roaming around the streets." Wounded dark eyes met
Dee's steadily for a moment.
"And I want to feel like -- like you're not working against me...
that you're willing to help me. I
need that, Dee."

        Dee's expression was
such a comical combination of shame and pleasure that Ryo might have laughed
had the circumstances been different.

        "Ryo, you can
absolutely count on me. It's true
I sometimes act like a kid. I know
that, and I know I gotta get over it.
It's just that..." He groped for words. "I look at Bikky's
situation from a different place than you do, and until I get better at this, I
guess sometimes I'm gonna make a bad call." Sighing, he ran a hand through his glossy hair, leaving part
of it sticking up.

        Mollified, Ryo reached
out a hand to smooth it down.
"You and me both," he said. "Bikky didn't exactly come
with a manual, did he?"

        "If he did, the
brat would have probably tossed it off the Brooklyn bridge before we ever got a
look at it. So...am I forgiven? Are we good?" Dee looked at him
hopefully.

         "Well, yeah, I guess so. But you have to promise never to do
anything like that again. Or...or
I'll let Bikky loose in your closet with a glue gun and a pair of
scissors!"

          Dee's eyes
widened in horror. "Dude, not
my clothes! You know, you can be
kinda scary. But fortunately I can
handle scary...Come here."

          Dee pulled
him into his arms, and after a momentary hesitation, Ryo decided not to fight
it. He closed his eyes and let Dee
hold and caress him. It felt so
good to allow himself to rest against Dee's warm, strong body.

         Ryo was silent for
awhile. Finally he spoke, his voice just a little hesitant. "Some blow-up
that was at Mike Abernathy's office yesterday, huh?"

         "Shit,
yeah. I thought the guy was going to
rupture something."

         "Yeah, he
sure was mad."

         "Why'd you go
after him like that, anyway?"

          Ryo was glad
he wasn't looking at Dee.
"I-- I'm not sure. It
was a combination of things. What
Eddie told us, for one, and his attitude for another. It was almost like I couldn't stop myself. I was trying to keep it in my head that
he's IA and therefore dangerous, but --"


"But?"


"But when he started talking about strapping children's behinds,
well I just...couldn't let that go by."


"Yeah, that was interesting, wasn't it? What a team those parents are. No wonder the kid took off."


"Dee, I've been thinking about Abernathy and me. Are we so different? I mean...I've smacked Bikky a few
times, just like my dad did to me whenever I got into trouble as a kid. If he's smacking his kid too, maybe
he's just doing it out of love."

        Dee looked
surprised. "YOU got into
trouble? And here I had you
figured for a goody-goody golden boy who never put a foot wrong."

        Ryo's eyes showed a hint
of irritation. "Don't change
the subject; I'm trying to be serious here. Abernathy is a product of his upbringing just like everyone,
and whatever it is he's doing to Thomas is probably only what his own father
did to him. He's repeating a
pattern. But I want it to be different between Bikky and me. If I'm going to break my own pattern,
the time to do it is now."

        "You know, some
kids just need to be smacked. I
was one and Lord knows Jess smacked me upside the head pretty well whenever he
saw me. I think Bikky is that kind
of kid too. And, Ryo, despite what
you think, you don't really hit Bikky. What Jess used to do to me, now THAT was
hitting, and I can't say I didn't deserve it. What you do to Bikky is, at
worst, a bop on the head."
Dee paused and chuckled softly. "Of course the rugrat deserves an
Academy Award for all the wailing and cringing. I wonder if that would have worked on Jess?"

       "Well, I don't think I
should do it anymore. He's
learning from me that when you're pissed off at someone, it's okay to hit
them. I want him to learn a better
way." Ryo looked down at his
hands.

        "Dude, I'm sure his
life now is a thousand times better than it was before you came along. Don't be so hard on yourself. You're doing great." Dee picked up one of Ryo's hands and
kissed his fingers. The tension had returned to Ryo's body and Dee wanted to do
whatever it took to get him to relax again. He knew his partner had a lot on his mind. In addition to the usual Bikky problems
and anxiety about being a good parent was added the new worry about a possible
retaliation from IA.

        "Ryo, come to my
place," Dee said suddenly, impulsive as ever.

        "What the hell for?"

        "You know what
for."

         "Don't you
ever stop thinking about...sex?"
Ryo lowered his voice on the last word and practically looked over his
shoulder.

          "Course
not. Especially now that I'm
finally getting some. And you
don't need to worry about the brat; he can't hear you. He's in his room with the door closed
and he's probably listening to music."

           Ryo's
lips pressed together in a thin line.
"Oh yeah, that reminds me.
I'm confiscating his iPod."
He jumped to his feet, but Dee reached out a hand to stop him.

          "Please
don't. Dude, think about it."

          Ryo
hesitated, staring at Dee.
Abruptly, understanding dawned, and a light blush crept across his
cheeks. Then he glared at Dee.

Dee
was used to this. Often if Ryo was
feeling angry or helpless about something else, he unconsciously took it out on
his partner.


"Fine I'll take away his gaming stuff instead. But what about you,
huh?"


"What do you mean?"
Dee was wary.

            "Well, I can ground
Bikky and take away his toys, but what can I do to you? Don't forget that I'm still pissed off
at you."


"No you're not. You
forgave me, remember? You can't take
back forgiveness."


"Just because I forgave you doesn't mean you should get off
scot-free."


"Dude," Dee said gently, "You CAN'T really punish me
unless you're prepared to resort to head games, and I don't think you
are." Dee stood up and faced Ryo.
"Come on, just accept my apology and stop talking about
punishment." He hesitated.
"If you really want me on board as a kind of parental assistant, and
believe me, I want that too, then you have to start trusting me. Give me a chance, here."


Ryo scowled. "I don't
like that you kept a secret from me that concerned Bikky."


"Yeah, I know and I don't blame you. I screwed up. It was a mistake to keep Bikky's fight
from you. I should've been honest
with you and I get that. But... do you think I would ever have let Bikky go
that night if I'd thought he was in any real danger? That kid's got iron-clad
street smarts and he's a damn good fighter for his age and size." He took a deep breath. "Perhaps
one of these days you'll finally notice that I love that annoying brat just as
much as you do." His words
were simple, his tone determined.
The way he was standing showed that he was bracing himself for Ryo's
reaction.

           Ryo
was speechless. Dee's words had knocked the resentment right out of him. It
meant everything to him to hear that Dee loved Bikky. He really hadn't been sure. He had known there was affection there, but Bikky had caused
Dee a lot of grief over the last couple of years. He hadn't known until this
moment that this was something he had needed to hear.


"You...you love him?"

          "Like a
little brother, like a son. Like
he's a part of me."


"Dee." Ryo was
moved. He felt simultaneously
overjoyed and deeply relieved.
"For his own sake? Not
just because he's part of the package that comes with me?"

           Dee
nodded. "Yeah. Even when he's a snarky, disrespectful
foul-mouthed little shithead. Even
when he's marking up my favourite jacket or trying to plant his foot in my
face." He looked at Ryo in
genuine wonderment. "Haven't you ever noticed?"


"Well..." Ryo groped for words. "I knew you cared, but...I didn't know how much. You know me. You're always saying I need to have things spelled out for
me..." He suddenly realized that for some reason he was standing quite
close to Dee.

          "I
suppose I wasn't exactly making it obvious," said Dee, gallantly taking
some of the blame onto himself. He
caressed Ryo's face softly with the back of his knuckles and looked at him with
tenderness in his eyes. "You
and me and Bikky...We're a family.
A family of orphans. We've
been a family for a long time."

          "I
guess we have," whispered Ryo, who caught Dee's hand in his own and raised
his lips for a kiss.

           It
began sweetly with a gentle touching of lips and tongues and soon turned
hungry. It was Ryo who was the
aggressor this time, moving his mouth almost urgently against Dee's, sending
his tongue in deeper and exploring every surface inside. Dee encouraged him by moaning softly and
sucking on that demanding tongue and running his own tongue underneath and over
it. Ryo finally ended the kiss by
gently biting Dee's lower lip and pulling back.


"Dee," he whispered.
"I'm sorry. I want to
go to your place, but you know I can't."


"Not even for an hour?"


"No. You know I have
to stay here with Bikky. He'll be
ready to talk later. He's feeling
so bad in there by himself."

           Dee
privately doubted that, but knew there was nothing he could say as long as Ryo
believed it.


"Okay," he sighed. "Can I stay for awhile then? And can I just hold you, like
this?"


"Yeah," Ryo breathed.
"I'd like that. I feel
so...happy when I'm with you."

           Dee's
mouth curved in a smile against his partner's pale cheek. Those words brought
him a sensation of relief. I
hope I can always make you happy,
he thought. Please stay with
me.

~~end of chapter 9~~
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