FAKE Ficlet: Broken Promise
Title: Broken Promise
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Feeling guilty and ashamed of himself, Dee is reluctant to get out if bed and face the music.
Word Count: 730
Written For: Challenge 371: Shout at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Showered and dressed, Ryo stuck his head into the bedroom.
“Hey, you planning on getting up anytime soon?” There was no reply. “Dee? You awake?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Dee’s muffled voice came from the unmoving mound beneath the covers. “No need to shout.”
“I wasn’t shouting, although I might if you don’t make a move soon. Don’t want to be late to work.”
“Speak for yourself.” Dee still hadn’t moved.
“Well, if you’re thinking of calling out sick, you can do it yourself. You know where your phone is.” Ryo was in no mood to be sympathetic. “I’m not the one who got you drunk last night, you did that all by yourself, so however you’re feeling this morning is your own fault.”
“I’m not hungover.”
“Seriously? After last night? I had to practically pour you into bed,” Ryo reminded his partner.
“Well okay, yeah, I am, but it’s not that bad.”
“So why aren’t you getting up?”
“I’m hiding.”
“Hiding? Whatever for?” Ryo came the rest of the way into the bedroom.
“Because I’m an ass.”
Quirking a smile, Ryo made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge. “That’s not exactly news.”
The lump under the covers moved, fingers emerging to pull the edge of the comforter down just far enough to expose the top of a head with messy bed hair and one slightly bloodshot eye, which blinked owlishly in the sudden brightness of the morning sunlight.
“You don’t sound angry. Leastways, you’re not yellin’ at me.”
“Why would I do that?”
The rest of Dee’s head slowly emerged. “Oh, I dunno, maybe ‘cause I broke my promise?”
“You’ve lost me,” Ryo admitted.
Dee actually flinched. “That’s kinda what I’m afraid of. I mean, last time ya had to look after me when I got plastered, I swore I was never gonna do it again, and now look at me!”
“I am.” Ryo grinned. “You look like something the cat dragged in, and we don’t even have a cat.”
“It’s not funny.”
“Sure it is. Okay, yes, you promised to cut down on your drinking, and mostly you have; it’s been getting on for six months since you last got as wasted as you did last night. But it was Barry’s bachelor party, and you’re his best man, so I’m not about to blame you for going a bit over the top. Occasions like that deserve to be celebrated to the full; they don’t come around every day. You could’ve gone a little easier on the booze, but it’s not always that easy to say no when you’ve already had a few.”
“You’re really not mad at me?”
Ryo chuckled, leaning in to kiss Dee on the forehead; there’d be no kissing on the lips until his partner had brushed his teeth. “No, I’m not mad at you, but I know someone who will be if we’re late to work, so if you don’t want to have the Chief chewing your ears off, you’d better either get up or make that phone call.”
“I’m gettin’ up!” Dee wrestled with the covers until Ryo stood up and pulled them back for him. “Thanks, babe.”
“Go shower. There’ll be toast, black coffee, and orange juice in the kitchen when you’re done. Water and painkillers on the nightstand; I suggest you have those first.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“I know. Now get your ass in gear, because if you’re not ready to leave when I am, I’m going without you. I’m not making myself late just because you tried to drink the bar dry last night. The last thing I need is to have the Chief shouting at me when I haven’t done anything wrong.”
Ryo left the bedroom as Dee disentangled himself from the covers, reaching for the two white tablets his lover had left for him and downing them along with the whole bottle of water. Not waiting for the painkillers to take effect, he headed for the bathroom; a cold shower would help wake him up properly. No way was he going to make Ryo late for work, not even if he had to drink his coffee and eat his toast in the car. Maybe if he tried really hard, he could get through the whole day without anyone shouting at him. Come to think of it, that might actually be a first...
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Feeling guilty and ashamed of himself, Dee is reluctant to get out if bed and face the music.
Word Count: 730
Written For: Challenge 371: Shout at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Showered and dressed, Ryo stuck his head into the bedroom.
“Hey, you planning on getting up anytime soon?” There was no reply. “Dee? You awake?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Dee’s muffled voice came from the unmoving mound beneath the covers. “No need to shout.”
“I wasn’t shouting, although I might if you don’t make a move soon. Don’t want to be late to work.”
“Speak for yourself.” Dee still hadn’t moved.
“Well, if you’re thinking of calling out sick, you can do it yourself. You know where your phone is.” Ryo was in no mood to be sympathetic. “I’m not the one who got you drunk last night, you did that all by yourself, so however you’re feeling this morning is your own fault.”
“I’m not hungover.”
“Seriously? After last night? I had to practically pour you into bed,” Ryo reminded his partner.
“Well okay, yeah, I am, but it’s not that bad.”
“So why aren’t you getting up?”
“I’m hiding.”
“Hiding? Whatever for?” Ryo came the rest of the way into the bedroom.
“Because I’m an ass.”
Quirking a smile, Ryo made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge. “That’s not exactly news.”
The lump under the covers moved, fingers emerging to pull the edge of the comforter down just far enough to expose the top of a head with messy bed hair and one slightly bloodshot eye, which blinked owlishly in the sudden brightness of the morning sunlight.
“You don’t sound angry. Leastways, you’re not yellin’ at me.”
“Why would I do that?”
The rest of Dee’s head slowly emerged. “Oh, I dunno, maybe ‘cause I broke my promise?”
“You’ve lost me,” Ryo admitted.
Dee actually flinched. “That’s kinda what I’m afraid of. I mean, last time ya had to look after me when I got plastered, I swore I was never gonna do it again, and now look at me!”
“I am.” Ryo grinned. “You look like something the cat dragged in, and we don’t even have a cat.”
“It’s not funny.”
“Sure it is. Okay, yes, you promised to cut down on your drinking, and mostly you have; it’s been getting on for six months since you last got as wasted as you did last night. But it was Barry’s bachelor party, and you’re his best man, so I’m not about to blame you for going a bit over the top. Occasions like that deserve to be celebrated to the full; they don’t come around every day. You could’ve gone a little easier on the booze, but it’s not always that easy to say no when you’ve already had a few.”
“You’re really not mad at me?”
Ryo chuckled, leaning in to kiss Dee on the forehead; there’d be no kissing on the lips until his partner had brushed his teeth. “No, I’m not mad at you, but I know someone who will be if we’re late to work, so if you don’t want to have the Chief chewing your ears off, you’d better either get up or make that phone call.”
“I’m gettin’ up!” Dee wrestled with the covers until Ryo stood up and pulled them back for him. “Thanks, babe.”
“Go shower. There’ll be toast, black coffee, and orange juice in the kitchen when you’re done. Water and painkillers on the nightstand; I suggest you have those first.”
“You’re too good to me.”
“I know. Now get your ass in gear, because if you’re not ready to leave when I am, I’m going without you. I’m not making myself late just because you tried to drink the bar dry last night. The last thing I need is to have the Chief shouting at me when I haven’t done anything wrong.”
Ryo left the bedroom as Dee disentangled himself from the covers, reaching for the two white tablets his lover had left for him and downing them along with the whole bottle of water. Not waiting for the painkillers to take effect, he headed for the bathroom; a cold shower would help wake him up properly. No way was he going to make Ryo late for work, not even if he had to drink his coffee and eat his toast in the car. Maybe if he tried really hard, he could get through the whole day without anyone shouting at him. Come to think of it, that might actually be a first...
The End