Characters: Dee, Ryo, OC.
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: A passing comment almost spoils Dee and Ryo’s day off.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘David Bowie Song Titles’, using ‘Dirty Boys’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
“Filthy perverts,” a woman muttered as she scuttled hurriedly past Dee and Ryo, giving them a wide berth as if they might be contagious.
They weren’t doing anything, just strolling along the sidewalk, hand-in-hand, sipping cups of takeaway coffee. It was their day off and after a leisurely breakfast at Anita’s Diner, they’d gotten one last coffee to go and were doing a spot of window-shopping as they made their way unhurriedly along the street, trying to decide what they wanted to do.
“Sorry about that.” Dee gave Ryo’s hand a comforting squeeze.
“Why’re you apologising? It’s not your fault some people are homophobic assholes.”
“I know, but you shouldn’t have to put up with comments like that.”
“None of us should.” Ryo smiled sadly. “There are still way too many prejudiced people in the world. We don’t have to like it, but we have to live with it.”
“Yeah, but that’s just it; we shouldn’t have to! Mother always taught me that love is love, and as long as it’s between two consenting people old enough to know what they want, it can’t be wrong. There’s nothin’ filthy about lovin’ someone and wantin’ to spend your life with them. Too many folks use religion as an excuse for intolerance.”
“You don’t need to convince me.”
Dee sighed heavily. “I know; it’s just a sore point. Whatever happened to lovin’ your neighbour and ‘do unto others as you’d have them do unto you’? These days it’s all about hate. There needs to be more love in the world.”
“You’re right, so instead of getting annoyed we should maybe lead by example.”
“What d’you mean?”
Ryo shrugged. “Just be proud of who we are, stand up for our rights, don’t resort to violence or name calling, be the better people.”
“I can do that.” Dee grinned wolfishly, letting go of Ryo’s hand in favour of slipping his arm around his lover’s waist. If anyone didn’t like it, that was their problem. “So, it we’re leadin’ by example, how ‘bout we go back to my place for some down and dirty lovin’?”