Characters: Ryo, OMC, Dee.
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo gets a very unexpected, and very romantic, surprise from his lover.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 623: Delivery at slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Like everyone in the building, Ryo had a locked mailbox in the lobby, which he checked every day when he came in from work, scooping out the bills, bank statements, junk mail, and the occasional letter, postcard, or small package. Anything bigger usually had to be picked up from the post office, a hastily filled-in notification shoved in his box to let him know.
Occasionally, he’d arrive home to a parcel propped against his apartment door, left there by a helpful neighbour who’d taken delivery on his behalf and carried the item up three flights of stairs, where it was less likely to be stolen. Other times, the neighbour would hold on to such packages until they knew he or Bikky would be home before bringing them by. Thanks to his friendly and helpful nature, there wasn’t a person in the whole building that Ryo wasn’t on first name terms with, and most of them knew Bikky too.
So, when there was a knock on his door one evening, barely half an hour after he’d gotten in, Ryo naturally assumed it must be one of his neighbours, either delivering something, come to ask for his help, or stopping by for a chat. What he wasn’t expecting was a delivery person bearing a huge bouquet of roses and carnations.
“Oh! I think you must have the wrong apartment.” Ryo’s neighbour, Terri, had a new boyfriend so obviously the flowers must be for her.
“Says here Maclean, apartment thirty-two,” the delivery guy said.
“Well, that’s me, but…”
“Here ya go then.”
The delivery guy thrust the bouquet at him, and Ryo took it. What else could he do?
“Have a great evening.”
Before Ryo could get his brain in gear enough to reply, the man was gone, bounding down the stairs.
“Who in the world would be sending me flowers?” Admittedly it was a daft question since there was only one person it could possibly be. A better question would have been “Why?” Ryo was admittedly terrible at remembering important dates, which was why he had a calendar with them all carefully filled in. He knew for a fact there was nothing listed for today because he’d checked this morning.
Going back inside and shoving the door shut with his hip, Ryo took the flowers into the kitchen. There was a card in with them and he opened it.
‘I was gonna take you out on your birthday, but my plans got derailed, so Happy Half Birthday, babe. I’ve reserved our regular spot at Konoyama; you’ve just enough time to get ready. I’ll pick you up at eight.
Love, Dee xxx’
Ryo couldn’t help his sappy grin. What a crazy, wonderful thing for Dee to do! His last birthday they’d been working a major case and had been too tired to do anything. Dee had promised to make it up to him, and now he was!
Putting the flowers in water, Ryo went to get ready for his belated Birthday dinner.