FAKE Ficlet: Place Of Honor
Title: Place Of Honor
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Bikky, Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Bikky isn’t happy to find Dee sitting in Ryo’s favourite chair, but he has a good reason to be there.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Challenge 208: Armchair at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters.
The big old armchair had belonged to Ryo’s dad, and had been in storage, along with a lot of other stuff, for years. But with Bikky now a teenager and therefore less likely to jump on the furniture, Ryo had decided it would be safe enough to have a few of his parents’ belongings around the apartment.
While the sofa was good for stretching out on, or for when Dee was there, Ryo enjoyed sinking into the chair after work, or in the evenings, watching TV. Bikky still preferred the floor, so he was happy to leave the chair to his guardian. He could understand Ryo’s desire to feel closer to his late father.
That was why, when he arrived home after basketball practice one evening, Bikky was shocked to find Dee seated in the armchair instead of sprawled untidily on the sofa. Bad enough that Dee was there at all, Bikky had been looking forward to it just being himself and Ryo; Wednesday nights were father and son time, but Dee usurping his dad’s place could not be allowed.
Dropping his kitbag to the floor and stalking across the lounge, Bikky pulled himself up to his full five feet and seven inches and glared at his nemesis. “Hey, who said you could sit there? That’s Ryo’s special chair, he’s the only one gets to sit in it!”
“It’s okay, Bikky.” Ryo came out of the kitchen carrying an icepack. “I told Dee he could sit there because the seat’s higher. Makes it easier for him to get up from than the sofa. He sprained his knee pulling me to safety when I fell while chasing a suspect and almost got hit by a car.”
“That’s not what happened,” Dee disagreed. “Ryo almost had the guy, was right on his heels until the sonofabitch pulled a knife and slashed at him. He dodged back, caught his heel on a broken slab, lost his balance, and would’a gone down right in front of a city bus. I was a few steps behind him, so I just dove at him and knocked him clear. Twisted my knee tryin’ not to land on him, figured he could do without windin’ up with cracked ribs.” He gestured at his knee as Ryo handed him the icepack. “This is what I get for tryin’ to be chivalrous and not squash him flat as a pancake.”
“You’re not that heavy, Dee. You’ve landed on me often enough when we’ve been sparring.”
“Yeah, but that’s on a practice mat, not a badly maintained sidewalk. Those broken slabs could’a done some serious damage.”
“The bus would’ve been worse. Anyway, I appreciate your heroic rescue, which is why you get to sit in my armchair tonight. That, and so I won’t have to break my back pulling you up off the sofa later.”
Bikky huffed. “Well, I guess if Ryo says it’s okay for you to sit there… Just don’t expect me to thank you for doing your job.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Bikky, Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Bikky isn’t happy to find Dee sitting in Ryo’s favourite chair, but he has a good reason to be there.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Challenge 208: Armchair at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters.
The big old armchair had belonged to Ryo’s dad, and had been in storage, along with a lot of other stuff, for years. But with Bikky now a teenager and therefore less likely to jump on the furniture, Ryo had decided it would be safe enough to have a few of his parents’ belongings around the apartment.
While the sofa was good for stretching out on, or for when Dee was there, Ryo enjoyed sinking into the chair after work, or in the evenings, watching TV. Bikky still preferred the floor, so he was happy to leave the chair to his guardian. He could understand Ryo’s desire to feel closer to his late father.
That was why, when he arrived home after basketball practice one evening, Bikky was shocked to find Dee seated in the armchair instead of sprawled untidily on the sofa. Bad enough that Dee was there at all, Bikky had been looking forward to it just being himself and Ryo; Wednesday nights were father and son time, but Dee usurping his dad’s place could not be allowed.
Dropping his kitbag to the floor and stalking across the lounge, Bikky pulled himself up to his full five feet and seven inches and glared at his nemesis. “Hey, who said you could sit there? That’s Ryo’s special chair, he’s the only one gets to sit in it!”
“It’s okay, Bikky.” Ryo came out of the kitchen carrying an icepack. “I told Dee he could sit there because the seat’s higher. Makes it easier for him to get up from than the sofa. He sprained his knee pulling me to safety when I fell while chasing a suspect and almost got hit by a car.”
“That’s not what happened,” Dee disagreed. “Ryo almost had the guy, was right on his heels until the sonofabitch pulled a knife and slashed at him. He dodged back, caught his heel on a broken slab, lost his balance, and would’a gone down right in front of a city bus. I was a few steps behind him, so I just dove at him and knocked him clear. Twisted my knee tryin’ not to land on him, figured he could do without windin’ up with cracked ribs.” He gestured at his knee as Ryo handed him the icepack. “This is what I get for tryin’ to be chivalrous and not squash him flat as a pancake.”
“You’re not that heavy, Dee. You’ve landed on me often enough when we’ve been sparring.”
“Yeah, but that’s on a practice mat, not a badly maintained sidewalk. Those broken slabs could’a done some serious damage.”
“The bus would’ve been worse. Anyway, I appreciate your heroic rescue, which is why you get to sit in my armchair tonight. That, and so I won’t have to break my back pulling you up off the sofa later.”
Bikky huffed. “Well, I guess if Ryo says it’s okay for you to sit there… Just don’t expect me to thank you for doing your job.”
The End