Characters: Ryo, Dee, OC.
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: It had been just like any other day on the job, chasing a suspect in a murder investigation, but this wasn’t they way it should’ve gone down.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 92: Gone at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: For Quineon. This is the first chapter of a fic I’m still writing… Chapter 2 will be along pretty soon, but don’t expect regular updates. This one’s gonna be tough to write.
It was so sudden, so utterly unexpected…
Ryo had always understood and accepted the dangers of being a cop, known that at any moment he could be seriously injured or even killed, and yet he’d still never seen this coming.
Dee, so much more to him than merely his partner and best friend, was gone. All it had taken was a single bullet, fired by the suspect they were attempting to apprehend, and now…
He knelt in the filthy alley, his hands drenched in his partner’s blood. In the distance he could hear sirens as the ambulance approached. How long ago had he radioed for one? It hardly mattered now; it was already way too late to do any good. Dee’s bright green eyes, usually so full of love and laughter and desire, were dull now, the life gone from them as though it had never been there in the first place. Everything that had been Dee was gone, leaving behind just this still, lifeless form. It didn’t look real, the skin too pale and waxy, more like a store mannequin dressed in Dee’s clothes. If it weren’t for the blood…
‘It’s my fault,’ Ryo realized. ‘I should have been here, should have protected him.’ That was why cops worked in pairs, to watch each other’s backs, to keep each other safe. If he’d just been a little quicker when he’d heard the gunfire, or if he hadn’t been so far away, maybe… Splitting up had been stupid; they both should have gone inside the building instead of Ryo going inside and Dee heading around back to cut off the suspect’s escape route. They should have called for backup first, but they hadn’t. They’d been so sure they could get the guy by themselves, the way they’d done at least a dozen times before in similar situations.
But they’d been wrong, and Dee had paid the ultimate price for their overconfidence. ‘It could just as easily be me lying there.’ The thought briefly crossed Ryo’s mind, but he dismissed it as meaningless, because it wasn’t him; he was still here, alive, but Dee was… gone.
Ryo was barely aware of the ambulance pulling up, scarcely felt the hands pulling at him, moving him out of the way so that the paramedics could get to Dee. His eyes were locked on his lover’s face, frozen in an expression of surprise, like he hadn’t seen this coming either. Dimly he hoped it had been quick, that it hadn’t hurt too much. Dee…
One of the paramedics was speaking, and Ryo forced himself to pay attention to the man’s words. “I’m sorry, there’s nothing we can do; he’s gone.”
“I know.” Ryo barely recognised his own voice, so dull and quiet, lifeless. His throat hurt. Had he been screaming? He couldn’t remember. He just felt so numb and dead inside, as if everything he’d been had died right along with the man he loved. ‘God, Dee, I’m so sorry. It should’ve been me.’
TBC in Chapter 2