Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Where Ryo sees the faded spendor of a bygone age, Dee sees a crummy ruin.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Erosion’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a triple drabble.
Once upon a time, the hotel must have been beautiful, but decades of urban decay and steady erosion by the wind and rain had faded its former splendour. Now it just looked old and rundown, the carpeting in the lobby worn and faded by time and the passage of hundreds of feet. Back in the Twenties it had probably been the kind of place the upper classes would stay on visits to the city; these days it was a below-average residential hotel, rent your living space by the week.
Today, it was a crime scene; one of the residents had been discovered in the back stairwell, dead. Whether it was murder or just the result of an unfortunate accident was what Dee and Ryo were here to find out.
“It’s too bad these old buildings are falling into decay,” Ryo commented as the two of them made their way across the lobby towards the back of the building, passing the ornately carved desk and the now sagging sofas and chairs where once people would have sat drinking coffee or tea, smoking cigars, and reading the morning paper.
Dee shrugged. “The big hotel chains have taken over; places like this have fallen out of fashion. It’s not exactly in a central location. The whole area’s fallin’ apart.”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
“Sooner or later the developers will move in, tear down the old buildings and replace them with skyscrapers. That’s progress.”
“I think it’s sad; places like this should be preserved, not just left to crumble into ruin. There’s so much history here; can’t you feel it?”
“Mostly I’m just feelin’ the damp.” Dee gestured at the peeling wallpaper, spotted and stained with mildew. “Place probably has woodworm too, and dry rot. I wouldn’t wanna live here.”
“You have no soul.”