Characters: Dee, Bikky, Ryo.
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Bikky and Dee are having yet another disagreement.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Charge’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
“Get off me, runt!” Dee yelled, beating Bikky back with a cushion.
“Make me!” Bikky stuck his tongue out at the bane of his existence, otherwise known as his foster father’s work partner and lover.
“I thought I was. Jeez, what’s with you? Thought we’d called a truce now ya don’t have to defend Ryo all the time. What’d I do this time?”
“You’re hogging the remote! I don’t wanna watch this; it’s lame.”
“Planet of the Apes is a movie classic!” Dee scowled at the boy, offended. “You’ve got no taste.”
“Taste? The make-up’s rubbish and the plot’s dumb; there’s gotta be something better on.” Bikky launched himself at Dee again, grappling for the TV remote control.
Dee tried to hold it out of Bikky’s reach, but the boy was getting so tall it was almost impossible. Then a bony knee made contact with his groin and Dee curled in on himself, groaning.
“Sonofabitch!” he ground out between clenched teeth, clutching at himself, still somehow clinging to the remote. “Watch where ya stickin’ your knees, dammit! I should charge ya with assaultin’ a police officer!”
“What’s all the noise about?” Ryo asked, coming out of the bathroom, towelling his hair dry.
“Dee won’t let me change channel!” Bikky whined.
At the same moment, Dee complained, “Damned rugrat just kneed me in the nuts!”
Ryo seemed not to hear either one. “Is that Planet of the Apes? Why didn’t anyone tell me that was on?” He dropped onto the sofa beside his lover. “Turn it up, Dee.”
Looking pained but triumphant, Dee raised the volume as Ryo settled comfortably against him, eyes glued to the screen.
Bikky groaned; now he’d never get to find something halfway decent to watch. There was only one thing to do.
“I’m going to bed.”