FAKE Drabble: Not An Illusion
Title: Not An Illusion
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol. 4, Act 11.
Summary: Ryo can’t quite believe that what he’s seeing is real.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Mirage’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a drabble and a half, 150 words.
For several long moments, Ryo just stood there, silently staring, unable to bring himself to move in case what he was seeing turned out to be an illusion, some kind of cruel mirage formed from smoke and dust. Despite his desperate hopes and prayers, it seemed impossible that Dee had survived the explosions that had laid waste to the school.
It was only when Dee stopped talking that Ryo finally managed to break himself out of the near-trance he’d fallen into, and once he took that first step he couldn’t stop. A few long strides was all it took to reach his partner, and he fell to his knees, clinging to the man he’d thought he would never see again, as if his life depended on it.
Holding Dee, kissing him, made everything real, sweeping away the numb, helpless terror he’d felt. Ryo never wanted to feel that way again.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: Vol. 4, Act 11.
Summary: Ryo can’t quite believe that what he’s seeing is real.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Mirage’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a drabble and a half, 150 words.
For several long moments, Ryo just stood there, silently staring, unable to bring himself to move in case what he was seeing turned out to be an illusion, some kind of cruel mirage formed from smoke and dust. Despite his desperate hopes and prayers, it seemed impossible that Dee had survived the explosions that had laid waste to the school.
It was only when Dee stopped talking that Ryo finally managed to break himself out of the near-trance he’d fallen into, and once he took that first step he couldn’t stop. A few long strides was all it took to reach his partner, and he fell to his knees, clinging to the man he’d thought he would never see again, as if his life depended on it.
Holding Dee, kissing him, made everything real, sweeping away the numb, helpless terror he’d felt. Ryo never wanted to feel that way again.
The End