FAKE Quadruple Drabble: Out Of Luck
Title: Out Of Luck
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OMC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Getting shot at is an occupational hazard.
Written For: Challenge 447: Amnesty 74 at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 311: Duck.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
“You okay, babe?” Dee asked, checking his lover, who was crouched a few yards away in the protection afforded by a rusty old dumpster. They’d both dived for cover when the first shots rang out, instinctively going in opposite directions so the shooter couldn’t aim at both of them at the same time.
Ryo nodded, gun out and ready. “That was close, but I got lucky.” He glanced down at his himself. “He missed me, but I think this coat’s destined for the trash.” As he’d taken evasive action, his coat flaring out behind him, he’d felt a momentary tug, and now he poked one finger through a hole, frowning in annoyance. “I know it’s old, but I like this coat.”
“Better your coat gets a hole in it than your bod.”
“I know, I just hate how many of my clothes have been ruined lately.”
“When we get this guy, you can tell him how pissed you are at him. Maybe you could sue him for a new coat.”
“I’d rather just see him convicted for his other crimes.” Ryo darted his head around the edge of the dumpster, but there was no sign of the man they’d come here to arrest. “Where is he? We can’t stay here all day, just waiting for him to make a move.”
“Maybe he’s already made a run for it,” Dee replied, risking a quick glance out of the recessed doorway he’d ducked into. A bullet pinged off the brickwork just above him. “Nope, guess he’s still there.”
“He knows where you are, but he doesn’t have an angle on my position,” Ryo murmured.
“Can’t be sure of that. Be careful.”
Ryo flashed a grin at his lover, slipped out of his coat, and arranged it so the edge was just visible, poking out from behind the dumpster. Then, moving slowly and keeping low, he slipped away.
Dee waited a couple of minutes before making as if to leave cover, ducking back again as another gunshot rang out. All he needed was to keep the shooter busy until his partner was in position. He grinned when he heard Ryo ordering their quarry to drop his weapon and surrender. Instead, the fool spun around, ready to shoot. He didn’t get the chance.
Joining his partner, Dee looked down at the injured gunman and kicked his gun away. “Looks like you’re all outta luck.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OMC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Getting shot at is an occupational hazard.
Written For: Challenge 447: Amnesty 74 at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 311: Duck.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
“You okay, babe?” Dee asked, checking his lover, who was crouched a few yards away in the protection afforded by a rusty old dumpster. They’d both dived for cover when the first shots rang out, instinctively going in opposite directions so the shooter couldn’t aim at both of them at the same time.
Ryo nodded, gun out and ready. “That was close, but I got lucky.” He glanced down at his himself. “He missed me, but I think this coat’s destined for the trash.” As he’d taken evasive action, his coat flaring out behind him, he’d felt a momentary tug, and now he poked one finger through a hole, frowning in annoyance. “I know it’s old, but I like this coat.”
“Better your coat gets a hole in it than your bod.”
“I know, I just hate how many of my clothes have been ruined lately.”
“When we get this guy, you can tell him how pissed you are at him. Maybe you could sue him for a new coat.”
“I’d rather just see him convicted for his other crimes.” Ryo darted his head around the edge of the dumpster, but there was no sign of the man they’d come here to arrest. “Where is he? We can’t stay here all day, just waiting for him to make a move.”
“Maybe he’s already made a run for it,” Dee replied, risking a quick glance out of the recessed doorway he’d ducked into. A bullet pinged off the brickwork just above him. “Nope, guess he’s still there.”
“He knows where you are, but he doesn’t have an angle on my position,” Ryo murmured.
“Can’t be sure of that. Be careful.”
Ryo flashed a grin at his lover, slipped out of his coat, and arranged it so the edge was just visible, poking out from behind the dumpster. Then, moving slowly and keeping low, he slipped away.
Dee waited a couple of minutes before making as if to leave cover, ducking back again as another gunshot rang out. All he needed was to keep the shooter busy until his partner was in position. He grinned when he heard Ryo ordering their quarry to drop his weapon and surrender. Instead, the fool spun around, ready to shoot. He didn’t get the chance.
Joining his partner, Dee looked down at the injured gunman and kicked his gun away. “Looks like you’re all outta luck.”
The End