• 1-Don't Die On Me!

Disclaimer: FAKE, nor any of it’s characters belong to me…* sigh *… those rights all belong to Sanami Matoh.

Warning: Not your ‘nice’ everyday fanfic of your favorite couple. Very strong language / Angst / Lime? Lemon? (Possibly something and if so it would definitely be yaoi! M/M!) / Character death with a twist. Hey, does this warning look vaguely familiar?

Rating: Definite R… If it changes, I will definitely make note of it.

Summary: How could he stand there with the power of god in his hands, and tell him he failed? What was he to do now that he was gone? How was he suppose to go on? Could he go on? If not, was there anything to help stop the pain?

Hello. It’s me again. I have to Thank ALL the people that took a chance reading ‘Portrait Without Sin’ and who gave me such wonderful and an overwhelming response on reviews. This is my second attempt at writing yaoi fanfiction, using our favorite couple. Just as before, to be clear with anyone reading: I LOVE Ryo and Dee. Still, this story will have a much darker side to it than my other one, and yes, -- again -- characters may be in and/or out-of-character, and in situations that might shock or dismay you. This fanfic. is just a matter of perspective of how one might react n a n a situation.

This chapter has been revised quite a bit, even though the story remains along the same line. There’s additional descriptions and a rearrangement of paragraphs, speech and the likes…

For those that read Portrait… it is not finished. Another chapter is coming soon.

Quotation marks “like this” = talking

Italicized words = stressed emphasis

Italicized within apostrophes ‘like this’ = thoughts

========== = division of actions, reactions, and thoughts. Also skips of moments, time

NOTE: There are also Italicized sentences within parenthesizes about one-quarter way into this chapter, of which I do not disclose who is speaking them. It starts once they get into the emergency room. My point is, it doesn‘t really matter who they are. The words are spoke out by medical personnel (period), and I am not elaborating on the who and what. I have Italicized them to stand out from what one of the main characters is saying at the same time, because they blend. I do hope this clears any confusion in reading, and that you can figure out what I‘m meaning.

By: Ryoan

“Ryo, can you hear me?!” Dee’s voice was anxious as he spoke the words. “Everything is going to be alright. Just hang in there, buddy!”

His darker hand smeared with blood held the lighter one tightly……

“I‘m right here, Ryo! I‘m right here with you!”

…… as if physical contact helpee ine injured man to hear him… as if it were a link that kept him alive… as if it gave the frantic dark haired man a piece of sanity to hold on to.

Rushing down the corridor along side of the stretcher, as the paramedics raced the injured officer toward the emergency room, he said more forcefully, “Don’t you die on me!”

His eyes barely moved from his partner’s face, which was pale even against the whiteness of the pillow beneath his head, and partly covered by the oxygen mask already in place.

His light brown hair a scattered disarray about his head.

Red crimson was the only splash of color that tainted the man’s parlor, bandages, and sheets of the trolley.

“Hang in there…” He repeated more softly than his other words.

A hook-up of an IV attached to the other side of his arm.

“Just hang in there…”

He couldn’t tell if he was getting through or not. Ryo’s eyes were closed, and even though Dee had a grip on his hand, there was no strength in a return.

They burst through the door, into a much cooler atmosphere of a room that had a table stationed in the middle. Orders were being given. A flurry of movement was made ar the them. Security rails were dropped, and Ryo was hauled over to the table. Yet Dee did not let go of his partner’s hand. Then the cart disappeared, and Dee was able to move closer once more.

“BP is low….”

“Ryo……” Dee breathed his name, clasping his hand even tighter……

“I need you.”

…… forcing every ounce of strength and will from every fiber of his being……

“Please… don’t die…”

…… from his very soul,… and sent it into his deathly still partner.