Characters: Dee, Ryo, OC.
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee and Ryo have a lot to get used to now they’re sharing their apartment with a small guest.
Word Count: 1039
Content Notes: None necessary.
Written For: Amnesty, using Challenge 57: Scratch at beattheblackdog.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
At first Dee wasn’t sure what had woken him, but then he heard something strange. He’d lived here for almost ten years, knew every sound the old building made, but this one wasn’t anything he’d ever heard here before. He lay completely still and listened; there it was again, a faint scratching sound. Carefully, so as not to disturb Ryo, who was still sound asleep, he slipped out of bed, tugged on a pair of sweatpants, and slid his gun from its holster before making his way as silently as possible to the bedroom door. A quick glance at the bedside clock told him it was just after seven in the morning; not the usual time for a break-in, but this was New York so you could never be entirely sure.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
The scratching sound came again, louder this time. Cracking open the bedroom door, Dee cautiously peeked out; no intruders were visible.
Dee looked down and felt the tension drain out of him.
“Oh, it’s you.” How could he have forgotten about their houseguest? The little dachshund was sitting outside the bedroom door one paw raised mid-scratch, holding his leash in his mouth and fidgeting.
“Dee? Is everything okay?” Ryo asked sleepily from the bed.
“It’s fine; dog needs to go for a walk, that’s all,” Dee called over his shoulder, then to the dog, “Be right there, just let me pull some clothes on.” He closed the bedroom door, returned his gun to its holster, and quickly tugged on a long-sleeved t-shirt and sneakers.
“Better take a bag to clean up after him,” Ryo said.
“Yeah, I know, I already did that last night; there were some in with his things. Won’t be long.” Dee bent to give Ryo a quick kiss. “Hell of a thing; don’t have to go to work today, but have to get up early anyway for the dog. I still think we should train him to use a litter tray like Bikky’s cat…” Dee muttered to himself as he left the bedroom. He clipped Dick’s leash on and led the small dog out of the apartment, then up the stairs to the roof, that being much closer than the street.
He let Dick off his leash so the dog could have a wander around after taking care of business. While Dick was exploring the unfamiliar rooftop, Dee leant on the surrounding wall and stared out across the city. It was a bit chilly out, hardy surprising for early November, but the sun was up, the sky was mostly clear of clouds, and it looked like it would be a nice day; too nice to waste by spending it indoors. A plan started to form in his mind as he turned away from the view to locate the dog, who was pottering about, sniffing here and there.
“C’mon, Dog. Here, boy.” Even up on the rooftop, with nobody else around, there was no way he was calling ‘Dick’. Thankfully he didn’t need to; the miniature dachshund looked up, trotted over to him and let him clip the leash back on, then trundled behind him down the stairs again. Going down was more difficult for the small dog than going up, his legs were so short, but there weren’t all that many stairs so he managed well enough.
“That was fast,” Ryo greeted them as they came back into the apartment.
“Yeah, I just took him up to the roof, figured that would be quicker. I promised him a proper walk after breakfast though; it’s nice out, so I thought maybe we could take him to the park. It’s only a few blocks away and it has an area set aside for dogs. The grass’ll be softer on his sore feet than the sidewalk.”
“Good idea; we can take his ball with us. Why don’t you shower while I fix breakfast?”
Dee didn’t need telling twice, heading for their bathroom.
Scratch, scratch, whine.
Ryo turned to see Dick in the kitchen, scratching at the door to the cupboard where Ryo had stowed his food the previous evening. The smart little pup had sniffed it out. “Looks like someone’s ready for his breakfast!”
“Woof!” Dick agreed, tail wagging furiously.
Laughing, Ryo went to feed the dog before fixing breakfast for himself and Dee. The way he saw it, having a dog wasn’t all that much different from having a child, except that Bikky had been able to open the cupboards and help himself to food when he was hungry and Dick, thankfully, couldn’t. It wouldn’t do to return him to Mrs Holloway overweight and looking more like a sausage than a sausage dog. While researching the miniature dachshund’s food and care requirements the previous night, he and Dee had seen a number of pictures of dogs that had been fed too much and exercised too little. That was not going to happen to Dick! Ryo set the dish down on the dog’s mat, and then remembered; he had no clicker and Dee was in the shower. After several failed attempts at snapping his fingers, he tried clicking his tongue instead and realised he should have thought of that the night before. It worked like a charm; Dick launched himself across the kitchen to wolf down his breakfast in double quick time. There was nothing wrong with the dog’s appetite; he’d probably eat whatever was put in front of him, not to mention anything left lying around within reach.
Breakfast was almost ready when Dee returned, showered and dressed. As the two men sat down to eat, with Dick beneath the table, probably sitting in his favourite place on Dee’s foot, Ryo wondered how long it would be before his lover took to sneaking Dick a bit of sausage or bacon in the morning, or whatever they were having for dinner at night. Despite all his talk about not liking dogs, Ryo could tell that Dick already had Dee wrapped around his little paw. He’d have to have a word with his partner about not spoiling the pup. And while he was at it, he should probably do his best to resist the pleading look in those big, brown puppy dog eyes himself!
Part 7 'In Good Hands'