FAKE Triple Drabble: Fighting Again
Title: Fighting Again
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Bikky, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee and Bikky will probably never get along.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Clash’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Two people so much alike couldn’t help but clash. It hardly mattered that one was in his late twenties and the other a young boy just entering his teens; Dee and Bikky clashed practically every time they were in the same room.
Both of them were inner-city kids, used to looking out for themselves, and in a lot of ways they were like the same person at different ages. Despite being fiercely independent, they craved love and belonging, but they were also hot-tempered and quick to take offence, which didn’t exactly make for a quiet life.
Their antagonistic relationship amused Ryo as much as it exasperated him. He had honestly appreciated Bikky being his defender while he was still trying to decide exactly how he felt about Dee, but now that Dee was his lover, Ryo couldn’t help wishing they could just get along, or at least try to tolerate each other’s presence.
Instead, they wasted no opportunity to snipe at each other. Thankfully, they mostly hurled insults rather than physical objects these days, although Bikky would still kick Dee’s shins under the dinner table, or jab him with a sharp, bony elbow if he thought he could get away with it.
Ryo loved both of them equally, but it didn’t stop the two boys in his life from competing against each other to win the lion’s share of his attention. Sometimes it made him feel like he was the rope in a game of tug of war, being pulled this way and that, as his partner and his son fought over him.
“You know I’ve got enough love for both of you, right?” he asked one day when the pair were fighting again. “It’s not a Winner Takes All contest, I won’t run out because one of you used it all up.”
“We know that,” Dee said, grinning at his lover. “Right, Biks?”
“Yeah, ‘course,” Bikky agreed.
“And yet here you are, fighting again.”
Dee shrugged. “Figured you’d be used to it by now.”
“I am. Sort of.”
“Relax, babe. Only time ya gotta worry’s if we STOP fightin’.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Bikky, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee and Bikky will probably never get along.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Clash’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Two people so much alike couldn’t help but clash. It hardly mattered that one was in his late twenties and the other a young boy just entering his teens; Dee and Bikky clashed practically every time they were in the same room.
Both of them were inner-city kids, used to looking out for themselves, and in a lot of ways they were like the same person at different ages. Despite being fiercely independent, they craved love and belonging, but they were also hot-tempered and quick to take offence, which didn’t exactly make for a quiet life.
Their antagonistic relationship amused Ryo as much as it exasperated him. He had honestly appreciated Bikky being his defender while he was still trying to decide exactly how he felt about Dee, but now that Dee was his lover, Ryo couldn’t help wishing they could just get along, or at least try to tolerate each other’s presence.
Instead, they wasted no opportunity to snipe at each other. Thankfully, they mostly hurled insults rather than physical objects these days, although Bikky would still kick Dee’s shins under the dinner table, or jab him with a sharp, bony elbow if he thought he could get away with it.
Ryo loved both of them equally, but it didn’t stop the two boys in his life from competing against each other to win the lion’s share of his attention. Sometimes it made him feel like he was the rope in a game of tug of war, being pulled this way and that, as his partner and his son fought over him.
“You know I’ve got enough love for both of you, right?” he asked one day when the pair were fighting again. “It’s not a Winner Takes All contest, I won’t run out because one of you used it all up.”
“We know that,” Dee said, grinning at his lover. “Right, Biks?”
“Yeah, ‘course,” Bikky agreed.
“And yet here you are, fighting again.”
Dee shrugged. “Figured you’d be used to it by now.”
“I am. Sort of.”
“Relax, babe. Only time ya gotta worry’s if we STOP fightin’.”
The End