Characters: Dee, Jess.
Setting: Before and after the manga.
Summary: Dee may never make his fortune, but he’s living his life the way Jess wanted him to.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Fortune’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Dee knew he’d never make his fortune working as a cop. Even as a Detective Second Grade his wages hadn’t gone up by all that much, and he still had to pay his taxes. The cost of living kept going up too, and there were always unexpected expenses that he hadn’t budgeted for.
Nevertheless, this was the career he’d chosen for himself, and despite all the paperwork and red tape, he didn’t regret it. So what if he earned less than the guys his age who’d opted to become businessmen, climbing the corporate ladder rung by rung, metaphorically stabbing their colleagues in the back as they fought their way to the top of the heap? At least in his line of work he felt he was doing something worthwhile.
Would he like to earn more money? Sure, who wouldn’t? But he accepted that he would never be able to afford all that much in the way of luxuries. It wasn’t like he needed that kind of thing; he didn’t exactly live a lavish lifestyle. He wasn’t that kind of guy.
He knew there were cops on the force who lived beyond their means, or at least beyond what they should be able to afford, and he knew how they did it, by taking bribes and kickbacks, ‘losing’ or falsifying evidence, covering up certain people’s involvement in illicit activities, but he wasn’t that kind of guy either.
He’d promised Jess that he would live his life as honestly as he could, and there was no way he was ever going to break his word. Jess had been a dirty cop, on the take for years without Dee having the faintest idea, and it had gotten him killed in the end because the kind of people who bribed cops couldn’t be trusted an inch and didn’t trust anyone else either.
Jess had been murdered to keep him quiet; a dead man couldn’t talk about what he knew. Kneeling beside Jess as he’d slipped away, lying in a pool of his own blood, the course of Dee’s life had been set in stone.
He didn’t care about money; he’d take what he earned and live as well as he could on it, but he’d never let himself be bought the way Jess had. Honestly and integrity were way more important than wealth. He’d be the kind of man Jess could be proud of.