Kracken
Birthday request for Fake fic:Family photo.
Ryo X Dee
Fluff.
In a photograph...
“Why are we here?” Dee grumbled as he slung his dress jacket over one shoulder. “I thought we were going to catch the game? Remember? You promised box seats in ritzy, air conditioned, comfort? I didn’t dress up in this monkey suit to visit work.”
“Yeah, Ryo!” Bicky joined in irritably. “We’ll miss the start and I wanna try and get a few autographs.”
“Relax,” Ryo retorted as he brushed fingers down his own dress clothes, flicking off small defects and smoothing any wrinkles. “This won’t take long.... and Dee, put your coat back on, please.”
Dee scowled, looked rebellious, and then swore under his breath as he dragged the coat back on and buttoned it.
.“Hey, Ryo!” A chubby man, with a string of digital cameras slung on every point of his body, came out of a messy part of the crime scene lab. “You almost missed me. I have to get down to a double murder in a few minutes.”
“A guy shouldn’t be happy about something like that,” Dee muttered as he loosened his silk tie.
“I like my work,” the man replied with a glare. “Solving crimes. Bringing people to justice. What’s not to like?”
Bicky squirmed uncomfortably in his dress clothes, hair tied neatly back in a pony tail. “Can we freakin get out of here and away from creepy there?” he complained.
“Do what you came for, Ryo” Dee grumbled as he perched on the edge of a desk and pulled out a cigarette.
Ryo yanked the cigarette out of Dee’s mouth before he could light it. “Sit over there, both of you,” he said crossly and pointed to two chairs off to one side. “This won’t take long. Smitty?” Ryo looked to the man for direction.
Smitty eyed them as Bicky and Dee settled in the chairs. “Are you sure about this?” he asked Ryo. “I’m not exactly a regular...”
“It’s the only way,” Ryo replied tightly.
“Okay, but, remember, I get twenty bucks for this,” Smitty reminded him anxiously.
Ryo nodded and moved to stand behind Dee and Bicky.
“What the hell is going on?” Dee demanded, glaring as Smitty faced them all. “I’m you’re partner, Ryo. If something is going on, I need to know about it.”
“I arranged for the team to meet you all after the game,” Smitty suddenly said.
Dee and Bicky grinned in happy amazement. Smitty lifted his cameras and fired off several quick shots, palming one camera and then dropping it for another with precision skill. As Ryo and Bicky stood in reaction, eyes wide in confusion, Ryo clapped them both on the shoulders. They turned to him and saw his exasperated expression.
“There,” Ryo said with satisfaction. “We now have several family photos of all three of us together. There wasn’t any fighting, swearing, or refusals to put on good clothing.” He stepped around them to hand Smitty a twenty dollar bill. “Thanks Smitty.”
Smitty grinned at the money and then tucked it into his clothes. “Any time, Ryo! I don’t know why you bother with them, though. They must be pretty bad if you can’t even get them together for a picture.”
“They’re worth it,” Ryo told him, “On a good day.”
Smitty chuckled as he checked his cameras and then nodded. “Not bad,” he said. “I’ll send you the best shots tomorrow. Using multiple cameras is always best, when you have a once in a lifetime event, just in case one screws up. I think the cannon did the best on this shoot. Dee looks real pretty.” He snickered and avoided Dee’s grab for him as he went out the door.
Both Bicky and Dee glared at Ryo. “There isn’t any damned game, is there?” Dee demanded.
“Yes,” Ryo admitted, “but minus the ritzy box seats.”
“Then let’s go!” Bicky growled as he shot for the door. Dee collared him.
“Why the photo?” Dee asked Ryo seriously, his hand firmly locked into Bicky’s collar.
Ryo looked at them both and then replied, as if he couldn’t believe how dense they were, “Because I love you both! I want to put a photo of you on the edge of my desk at work, like everyone else does with their family. I want to hang you on the damned wall, too. I’m sorry if you don’t feel as strongly as I do, but I’m not going to-“
Dee hooked a hand behind Ryo’s neck and pulled him into a tight embrace. Pulling Bicky in too, despite the boy’s squawk, he said, his forehead against Ryo’s, “It does matter. We just weren’t thinking... as usual. Sorry, okay?”
Dee jerked on Bicky’s collar. He glared and then looked uncomfortable as he said, “Yeah, what stupid said. Can we go now?!”
Ryo smiled at them, nodded, and let Dee lead him out of the room. Dee shot a look back, though, and had to ask, “Exactly where are these seats?”
“It was very hard getting them. The game was almost sold out,” Ryo hedged.
“Ryo!” Dee persisted.
Ryo looked apologetic. “I’m afraid the court is going to seem... small.”
Dee growled, shook his head, and then let out a gust of breath. “I still love you, Ryo.”
Ryo smiled. “I know you do. That’s why I do these things.”
The End