FAKE Double Drabble: Alley Encounter
Title: Alley Encounter
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: G
Challenge: #21: Cat at drabble_weekly.
Spoilers/Setting: Around the middle of the manga.
Summary: Dee decides there are worse things than rats in New York’s alleys.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble
Crime scenes in New York alleyways were never fun, especially not late at night. Bad enough that they were littered with trash and worse, but they stank to high heaven, and there were invariably rats as well. Domesticated rats were fine, but no one in their right mind wanted anything to do with their wild, disease-ridden, flea infested counterparts.
Dee pitied the deceased even more for having been murdered in such disgusting place.
He examined the body while Ryo was questioning the people who’d discovered it, taking in details of the victim and cause of death with a practised eye.
White male, late twenties or early thirties, well dressed, killed by a single bullet to the chest, looked like small calibre.
Getting the feeling of being watched, he looked up from the body, meeting a pair of yellow eyes set in the battle-scarred, grey-furred face of the biggest alley cat he’d ever seen, easily twice the size of a regular cat. When it hissed at him, Dee decided to get out of there pronto.
“That didn’t take long,” Ryo greeted him.
Dee shrugged. “Saw all I needed to, the CSIs can handle the rest.”
‘Including that cat,’ he added silently.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: G
Challenge: #21: Cat at drabble_weekly.
Spoilers/Setting: Around the middle of the manga.
Summary: Dee decides there are worse things than rats in New York’s alleys.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble
Crime scenes in New York alleyways were never fun, especially not late at night. Bad enough that they were littered with trash and worse, but they stank to high heaven, and there were invariably rats as well. Domesticated rats were fine, but no one in their right mind wanted anything to do with their wild, disease-ridden, flea infested counterparts.
Dee pitied the deceased even more for having been murdered in such disgusting place.
He examined the body while Ryo was questioning the people who’d discovered it, taking in details of the victim and cause of death with a practised eye.
White male, late twenties or early thirties, well dressed, killed by a single bullet to the chest, looked like small calibre.
Getting the feeling of being watched, he looked up from the body, meeting a pair of yellow eyes set in the battle-scarred, grey-furred face of the biggest alley cat he’d ever seen, easily twice the size of a regular cat. When it hissed at him, Dee decided to get out of there pronto.
“That didn’t take long,” Ryo greeted him.
Dee shrugged. “Saw all I needed to, the CSIs can handle the rest.”
‘Including that cat,’ he added silently.
The End