Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OFC.
Rating: PG
Setting: During the manga.
Summary: Dee doesn’t much like dogs at the best of times, but this one is a demonic entity in disguise.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Harmless’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about Trixie,” the woman said blithely as the yappy little menace danced around Dee’s ankles. “He’s always like this with strangers, but he’s perfectly harmless, wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“That might be comforting if I was a fly,” Dee muttered under his breath as Trixie grabbed hold of his pants leg, tugging at it, growling and snarling. He wondered if he could charge the mutt with damaging police property.
He wasn’t a dog lover in the first place, and of all dogs, he despised the small, yappy ones the most.
“Ma’am, if you can’t get your dog under control…”
Trixie’s owner cut Dee off before he could finish. “Nonsense, detective, I’ve already told you; he’s harmless. Just ignore him.”
Exactly how Dee was supposed to ignore the small and surprisingly loud bundle of attitude currently trying to chew its way through his pants, Dee had no idea, and that was before the demon in dog form drew back, lunged with all the force in its compact little body, and sank sharp teeth deep into his ankle, tugging this way and that as it tried to tear out a hunk of his flesh.
“Get that frickin’ thing off me!”
“Oh my!” The woman stood frozen to the spot, hands over her mouth. “I don’t understand it, he’s never done anything like that before!”
It was left to Ryo to prise Trixie’s teeth out of his partner’s leg and shut the squirming, snarling little dog in the kitchen.
“Either get your dog properly trained and learn to control him or you’ll be required to keep him muzzled whenever you take him out,” he told her.
“Oh, he never goes out. The streets are much too dirty. Besides, he wouldn’t hurt anyone!”
Dee glared at her. “He bit me!”
“I’m sure he didn’t mean to. He’s only a puppy; he just got a bit overexcited, that’s all.”
“Lady, your dog is dangerous. If you won’t take its actions seriously, I’ll have to call Animal Control!”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Try me!”
Ryo interceded. “Come on, Dee, we’d better get your leg taken care of. Can you walk?”
“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” Dee limped out the door, with Ryo following.
They’d been in the ER waiting room for less than an hour when Trixie’s owner arrived, clutching her bleeding hand.
“Trixie bit me!”
“Yeah? Now maybe you’ll believe he’s dangerous.”
The End