Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: There’s a dead body in New York’s sewers, but Dee is more worried about what else might be lurking down there.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Urban Legend’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
“Alligators in the sewers are just a myth, an urban legend,” Ryo insisted, starting down the ladder to take a look at the body before it was moved, while his partner dithered at the top.
“Just because you’ve never seen one doesn’t mean they’re not there,” Dee retorted. “How d’you know an alligator didn’t kill that guy?”
Halfway down, Ryo looked up at his partner. “I’m pretty sure alligators don’t strangle people.”
“What makes you think he was strangled?”
“The coroner told me; he’s already checked the body, and the crime scene guys have taken photographs. They’re all just waiting around for us to take a look before they move the body. Are you coming or not?”
“Maybe he was strangled by a giant snake.” Dee took a step back from the edge of the manhole.
“Last time I looked snakes didn’t have fingers,” Ryo said, exasperated. “Whatever killed this guy did.” He climbed down the rest of the way, leaving the ladder clear.
Dee hesitated a moment longer, then reluctantly descended to join his partner.
“Nice of you to join me.”
“Someone’s gotta watch your back, just in case.”
“The sewer guys who found the body didn’t see anyone else down here.”
Having already taken a quick look at the body, Ryo was shining his flashlight around the sewer, looking for anything that might turn out to be evidence.
Dee shone his in the opposite direction, keeping a watch for danger while scanning for clues. He glanced back over his shoulder when he heard a small sound from his partner.
“You find somethin’?”
Ryo turned, extending a latex-gloved hand. “No alligators or snakes, but I think I’ve found a Ninja Turtle,” he grinned.
Dee snorted, looking at the tiny creature on Ryo’s palm; it was no more than an inch and a half across.
“Kinda small, don’cha think?”
“Would you rather it was a full-grown Snapper?”
“Y’know, I think I’ve seen enough.” Dee started back up the ladder.
Ryo followed, laughing, climbing one handed, the tiny turtle in the other. He wasn’t leaving it down there in the dark. With all the people tramping up and down it was a miracle it hadn’t already gotten stepped on, but he didn’t fancy its chances with the coroner and his assistant about to go back down for the body. Maybe the zoo would take the poor little thing in.