Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: On vacation in England, Dee gets a fright when Ryo unexpectedly goes missing during a picnic.
Word Count: 400
Written For: Prompt 113: Amnesty at anythingdrabble, using Prompt 7: Missing. Also for my fffc bingo square ‘Oak Tree’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Ryo had been right there beside him on the picnic blanket when Dee had decided to take a post-lunch nap, and he’d confidently expected his lover to still be there when he awoke, but when he opened his eyes and rolled onto his side, reaching expectantly for a familiar, warm body, he found the space beside him empty. He rolled onto his other side, but Ryo wasn’t there either. Dee sat bolt upright, eyes darting around the open hillside, searching for any sign of Ryo; he was starting to get worried.
From Dee’s point of view, he had every reason to worry; the last time he and his partner had come to England on vacation, Ryo had wound up being drugged and violently attacked by a homicidal hotel manager with a grudge against anyone with the faintest trace of Japanese ancestry.
What if someone had slipped something into their food or drink and that was why they’d felt so relaxed and drowsy after lunch that they couldn’t keep their eyes open? What if, while they’d been deep in a drugged slumber, someone had come along and abducted Ryo? How would Dee ever track his baby down and rescue him when he had no idea how long ago Ryo had been snatched or in which direction he’d been taken? Were the abductors planning on demanding a ransom for his release, or were they going to force him into slavery? Worse, maybe that hotel manager had been released or escaped and was still looking for revenge! Dee jumped to his feet, heart pounding with fear, not feeling the least bit drowsy now.
“Ryo! Where are you?” he yelled, hoping against hope that his lover was still close enough to hear.
“I’m up here.” Ryo’s calm voice drifted down to him and Dee spun around, staring upwards into the spreading boughs of the big old oak tree they’d spread their blanket beneath. There was Ryo, about twenty feet up, lounging astride one of the massive branches, his back against the tree’s trunk.
“What the hell are ya doin’ up there? I was scared half outta my mind thinkin’ you’d been drugged and abducted again!”
“I woke up and I didn’t want to disturb you,” Ryo explained. “Besides, I haven’t climbed a tree in years. There’s a great view from up here; why don’t you join me?”
Panic over, Dee shrugged and started climbing.