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FAKE First Year Together: A New Day, Chapter 17
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FAKE First Year Together: A New Day (May)

chapter 17     

Pairing:  Dee/Ryo 

Rating:    Okay, we're back to worksafe, kids.  You can uncover your eyes now.  Hope you're not too traumatized by that last lemon, but if you read it on FF.net, it was tamed down considerably, so you're probably wondering what I'm talking about.  

Spoilers:   To Volume 7 

Timing: Set in May directly after Book 7 ended 

Summary:  Ryo is coming to terms with the changes in his relationship with Dee, as well as his new sexual identity. Meanwhile, Dee and Ryo are trying to find enough evidence to expose a crooked cop. This story explores homophobic attitudes but is primarily a love story between two men. 

Disclaimer:   I do not own these characters.  They are the property of Sanami Matoh.  I am not making any money from this.

Author's notes:  I believe in a strong and equal Ryo and Dee.  I love both of them equally.  Sometimes they may have misunderstandings, but I promise not to let them behave like immature idiots in any of my stories. Unless it's for comic relief, that is. 

Thank you to Blue Simplicity for so devotedly continuing to beta for me through thick and thin.  I adore you, as you know!
A New Day chapter 17      


Ryo's mind tumbled awake to the shrill sound of the alarm clock. He reached out blindly to switch it off, his one thought being to make that aggravating noise stop.  But the nightstand wasn't where it ought to be and Dee seemed to be in the wrong place.  He sat up quickly and leaned across the slumbering man beside him. It took him a couple of tries, but when he had managed to hit the off button, and blessed silence had returned, he looked around him in some consternation.  What was he doing on this side of the bed?  And what was that gross-looking towel doing there?  He lifted the covers and gaped in horror at the condition of the sheets, and as he did so, the memories of the night before rushed into his mind and his face heated with self-consciousness as he recalled how he had behaved.  How on earth was he going to face Bikky? And the neighbors? What if someone complained?   What could he possibly say? It seemed like he hurt all over.  He put a hand to his head.  He should have known better than to drink three glasses of red wine.  He was okay with white, but red he had to be careful with, as it often gave him a headache unless it was organic. What had gotten into him? 

But the duties of the day called and there was no time to beat himself up over what was done.   He would just have to brazen through it somehow. He sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to, though.  He must never let that happen again. He grabbed his robe from inside the closet and went to the kitchen to put coffee on before he started his shower. 

At 5:45, he banged on Bikky's door and called to him to wake up.  He did the same for Dee, and repaired to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.  Whichever one of them could roll out of bed first could have first dibs at the shower.  May the best man win. 

It turned out to be Bikky, and as Ryo heard him running the water in the bathroom, he went to check on Dee who was still sleeping like a log.  Dammit, he wasn't going to let Dee abandon him to face Bikky alone on this of all mornings.  He shook him ruthlessly awake, and even the extreme tiredness in Dee's face and voice didn't arouse sympathy in him.  He knew Dee hadn't been sleeping well recently, but he was not going to allow Dee to make him late.   


Bikky stood sleepily in the shower, letting the hot water run over his face and hair and gradually wash his drowsiness down the drain along with the suds.  Bikky was not a morning person, and he always hated the moment when the bang on his door and the shout from Ryo came.  He especially hated waking up on mornings when Ryo was working first shift. 

Bikky had a separate morning routine for each of the three shifts that Ryo was likely to work. When his foster-father was on second shift, he had a start time of three pm, but he got up in the morning to get Bikky up.  On those days, it was Bikky's habit to lie in bed as long as possible, then rush to the bathroom to perform his ablutions as quickly and, according to Ryo, as messily as possible before dashing to the door and trying to leave without eating any breakfast. Ryo would always make him at least take a piece of toast or a fried egg sandwich with him.  When Ryo was on third shift, he had a start time of eleven pm and he got off shift at seven am.  He would usually take the double precautions of not only setting the alarm clock for Bikky before he left for work, but also calling him to wake up before he left the precinct to come home.  Left to himself, Bikky was notorious for hitting the snooze button one too many times and then having to get ready in a mad scramble. Apparently, Dee did exactly the same thing and Ryo frequently lectured both of them about it.  Ryo would usually arrive home at half past seven and throw some breakfast together for Bikky before the boy charged out the door at around eight. 

However, when Ryo was on first shift, he had a start time of seven a.m. and Bikky hated those mornings most of all. Ryo would usually get up at 5:00 am, and do what he had to do in the bathroom first before anyone else woke up.  (Dee, if he was there, as he so often seemed to be, was often still asleep) Then Ryo would prepare breakfast.  He usually made sandwiches for Bikky or sent him to school with money for the cafeteria.  He tried to make sandwiches though, because he felt there was more nourishment in homemade food. (Bikky still winced with embarrassment when he remembered the time Ryo had come to his school to inspect the offerings at the cafeteria and had found them nutritionally lacking.)  On the dreaded first shift mornings, he made Bikky get up at 5:45 or 6:00 am and they all left the house together at 6:30.  Due to one or two unfortunate incidents where Ryo had trusted Bikky to get himself to school on time and it hadn’t actually worked out that way, NOT leaving the house with Ryo at 6:30 had become non-negotiable.  Bikky's classes at school didn't start until 8:30 and he only needed thirty-five minutes to get there on foot.  He didn't relish the idea of arriving at school an hour and a half early.  Some kids did, but they were dismissed as geeks. He certainly wasn’t going to risk getting lumped in with the geeks.  

Pretty soon he had hit upon the idea of going to Carol's place and accompanying her to school.  Carol was always delighted to see him, which was one of the many things he loved about her. Thinking about her now cheered him up considerably.  Wait 'til he told her about the shit Ryo and the perv had pulled last night. That had been his DAD in there making all that noise!  Even though Bikky was a child of the streets and by no means ignorant as to what lovers did in bed together, he still felt a little bit shocked.  Somehow he hadn't expected that.   


Ryo exited the bedroom with his chosen tie for the day hanging loosely around his neck.  He always saved putting on his tie for the last minutes before leaving the house, because he didn't like to risk getting food on it as he prepared breakfast.  To Ryo, a soiled tie was the essence of unprofessionalism. He encountered Bikky emerging from his room with damp hair, but otherwise looking more or less ready to go, and directed him to go and eat something. Ryo was trying his best to act normal.  He was hoping that Bikky wouldn't say anything about any noises he may have heard the night before. He was almost afraid to look into his son's eyes for fear of the, in his opinion, well-deserved judgment and censure he might see there. Accordingly he kept out of the kitchen while Dee and Bikky eyed each other across the breakfast table. At first there was no talking as they munched toast and cereal and swilled coffee and orange juice, respectively.  When Ryo appeared to pour more coffee into Dee's cup, Bikky threw down his napkin. 

"How'd you guys sleep last night?" he asked with a challenging look. 

Ryo flushed to the roots of his hair and Dee narrowed his eyes at Bikky.  "Why, like a baby, monkey-brat.  How'd the 'homework session' with Carol go, by the way?" 

It was Bikky's turn to flush and his eyes flashed with anger.  Fucking bastard.  How did he always know 

"I shoulda got up and done some extra homework last night, since it was a sure bet no one on this entire floor was going to get any friggin' SLEEP until a certain pair of 'lovey-dovey' jackrabbits got their rocks off!" 

Dee leaned back in his chair and gave Bikky an assessing look.  Then he said over his shoulder, without really looking at Ryo, "You know, now that I think about it, since he's not really using those headphones, maybe you should confiscate them after all." 

But he was arrested by the suddenly remorseful expression on Bikky's face as he looked past him to Ryo.  Dee turned around and saw the mortification on Ryo's face, which was bad enough, but nothing compared to the self-recrimination in his eyes.  Sympathy for Ryo, rage against Bikky and fear for himself all warred within him, and he turned back to blast Bikky, but found he didn't have the heart.  The kid clearly regretted it.  He was sitting very still, looking down at his plate in silence.  Dee saw that it was up to him to break the unnatural silence that had descended. 

"Well, if we're all done with feeling bad for the time-being, are you guys ready to go? Maybe we'll beat the cross-town traffic."


Dee glanced anxiously at Ryo as his partner drove.  The man literally had not spoken a word since Bikky's outburst at the breakfast table, not even to say good-bye when Bikky had jumped out of the car across from the Lampson Street bus stop. 

"You know he didn't mean--" 

"Dee, stop."  Ryo's voice was flat. 


"I said stop."  His voice was hard.  Dee stopped. 

Dee rolled down his window and reached with slightly unsteady hands for his cigarettes.  He lit one and sucked the comforting nicotine into his lungs, grateful for the way it instantly soothed the rough edges of his jangled nerves.  He leaned his elbow out the window and watched the buildings, intersections and traffic roll by, thinking, Come on Ryo.  Get over it.  He'll get used to it.  This happens to straight people too.  

Ryo's cell phone rang, but he ignored it. 

"You gonna answer that?" Dee asked.  Ryo ignored him too. 

A couple of minutes later, Dee's cell phone rang. 

"Dee, it's me." It was Bikky's voice, sounding unusually subdued. 

"Yo," said Dee. 

"Tell him...Tell him...Ah shit.  Could you tell him I..." His voice trailed away. 

"Yeah, I'll tell him.  Happy hunting later." 

"Yeah, see you." 

Dee snapped his phone closed.  "That was Bikky.  He's sorry." 

But nothing, it seemed, could break Ryo's silence or make him take his eyes off the road, even for a second. 


"Dammit all to Hell!"  The Chief was angry.  "I suppose it would've been too much fucking work to get a warrant for this?" 

"Sir, you know we didn't have the grounds to apply for one," Ryo replied heatedly.  "No judge would've signed off on it. We weren't on a drug case and we didn't have more than a guess as to what was in that bag." 

"Yeah, and you know it would've been nowhere to be found by the time we spent all day fucking around getting a warrant," added Dee. 

"Shit," the Chief ran a hand through his greying brown hair.  "You boys are right.  But this means we got no case.  Jesus, I hate a dirty cop.  We could have nailed Detective Shaver.  Actually, maybe I should give IA a call for this one." 

Dee and Ryo glanced at each other. 

"Uh, sir, we were hoping to nail a bigger fish than Shaver." 


"And he's IA." 

"Christ! You sure about this?" 

"No, and that's why we need to pay Shaver a visit and see if he's willing to talk." 

"Go get him, then.  And don't blow this, or I'll have your asses in a sling.  Meanwhile I'll talk to the DA and see if we got enough to proceed on Shaver alone.  Even if we can't put him away, we can at least see about getting him drummed out of the force." 


When Detectives McLean and Laytner walked into the 51st precinct in the Bronx, they identified themselves at the front desk and signed in. 

"Shall I give Detective Shaver a call to say you're coming up?" asked the young male cop behind the counter. 

"Nah, don't bother," said Dee with an easy grin.  "We just called from the 27th to say we'd be over soon."  It wasn't strictly a lie.  They had called, but to speak to Andrea, not Ned.  She had confirmed that he was indeed there and there had been no mistaking the curiosity in her voice.  

"Okay, I take it you know your way up?" 

"Like the back of my hand, buddy.  Thanks." 

They moved quickly up three flights of stairs, each looking forward to the coming interview, but for different reasons. 

"Detective Shaver!"  Dee called out jovially.  "Long time no see." 

The man's head jerked up from the file he was reading, and his lip automatically curled in an expression of disgust while suspicion filled his eyes. 

"I'd say it hasn't been anywhere near long enough." 

"Well, we were just in the neighborhood -- weren't we, Detective McLean? -- and we got to talking about you and stopped by to see if you'd like to go for coffee with us." 

"Why the fuck would I wanna do that?" 

"Oh, we heard you like the coffee at Burger King.  The one over on Turner usually isn't too crowded at this time of day." 

Shaver got it immediately, but Dee was disappointed by his reaction.  He didn't go pale or look scared, nor did his mouth drop open.  Pretty tough cookie. 

"Why the hell not.  I got a bit of time today."  He stood quickly and tucked the papers back into his file. He turned to Andrea and called out, "Hey, partner, can you take my calls for me?  I'll be back in about 45 minutes." 

"Oh certainly," replied Andrea in a mock-eager tone that was completely wasted on him.  "Would you like me to tidy your desk, too?" 

"Yeah, sure, if you got nothing else to do," he said casually as he preceded Dee and Ryo out the door. 

Ryo, who was last to leave, looked at Andrea with eyebrows raised in sympathy.  She just rolled her eyes and shook her head angrily. 


They sat in the back of a smoky little bar not far from the station, chipped brown mugs of dishwater-flavored coffee in front of them.  It was much less crowded than the bustling coffee shop next door.  Although it was only eleven o'clock in the morning, there were a couple of sad eyed regulars nursing drinks over by the pool tables. Ryo was interested to note that the bartender nodded to Shaver as though he knew him. 

"What you got?"  Shaver stirred his coffee and leaned back so he could look at both of them. 

"A paper bag full of heroin and a dead prostitute," said Ryo. 


He shook his head.  "Fentanyl.  And not just a kick.  Enough for a guaranteed trip to the morgue." 

For the first time, Shaver looked daunted, but only for a second.  Dee wasn't fooled.  He knew he was scared shitless. 

"Someone must have really wanted Mr. Calvetti dead," he said leaning forward and blowing smoke in Detective Shaver's face.  "But it's your prints that are on the bag." 

There was a moment of silence and then Shaver pointed at Dee's cigarettes and said, "Mind if I bum one of those?" 

Dee pushed smokes and lighter toward him and waited until the man had lit one and inhaled before speaking again.  "Autopsy's tomorrow," he said.  "But we already know the outcome 'cause we ran the drugs through the lab." 

Shaver's eyes flickered from Dee to Ryo.  "Warrant?" 


"You got nuthin'."  He tried to put some bravado into his voice, but it wasn't quite convincing. 

"Not quite nothing," corrected Dee.  "D.A. says we got enough to go to court."  The second lie of the day.  Only God and the Chief knew what the D.A. had said, because Dee and Ryo had not been present for that particular conversation. 

"The evidence'll be thrown out." 

"But WHAT a nasty black mark next to your name," said Dee. 

"In addition to that other nasty black mark," added Ryo who had done a little digging on Detective Shaver.  "And once we get IA going on this, who knows what else might turn up?" 

Shaver snorted.  "You're not going to get anything from them.  They're not as competent as people think." 

"Well, that's what we think too," said Ryo. 

"What the hell do you want?  Why are you telling me this, anyway?" 

"You're looking at murder one," said Dee. "It might even stick. But Detective Mclean and me, we don't think you knew about the fentanyl." 

"We've got a feeling you were set up." Ryo met Shaver's eyes frankly.  "We're thinking that might have occurred to you too."  

"And you can bet the people you're working for have covered their own asses," added Dee.  "Another smoke?" 

“Yeah.  So, go on." 

"Give us the guy you're working for." 

Shaver paused in the act of lighting his second cigarette.  "And?" 

"And we'll do what we can to keep you out of jail," said Ryo.  "As you said, the bag is inadmissible.  You've got a shot here.  Give us something real." 

Shaver's eyes went to the walls, which were covered with old black and whites of NYPD officers from the forties and fifties.  It was clear that this used to be a hangout for cops in fatter times. 

"Lemme think about it," he finally said.  "Give me a couple days to mull it over.  What you're asking me to do could get me killed or worse." 

Killed or worse? Interesting choice of words, thought Ryo, but aloud he said, "Call us on the weekend."


end of chapter 17

Additional author's notes: If you're a new reader and you plan to read the comments following this chapter, here's the address for the post where I address my use of non-standard shift times and non-NYC street names, just in case you (a) noticed and (b) care.  Otherwise, on to chapter 18! http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/31471.html#cutid1

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*arches eyebrows* You DO realize those dirty cops are making hte decent cops look bad. At least their actions don't exactly inpsire our trust into cops. Some people are afraid to trust cops because of the actions of dirty cops who care about their selfish desires. As for Bikky, well at least he regretted what he did. So when will Ryo calm down?

I'm sure that soon Dee will find a way to help Ryo calm down!

I just gotta say -- as someone who researches before writing, and a native New Yorker, please don't pull NYC streets out of your head when it's so easy to just: http://maps.google.com/maps?ie=UTF8&ll=40.738933,-73.977814&spn=0.03993,0.100594&t=h&z=13&om=1
Detectives have 2 shifts: 8 am - 4 pm, and 4 pm to 1 am.
The inaccuracies make it very hard to enjoy the story. I would think since your beta is from Brooklyn, she'd long pointed this out to you.


Oh.My.God. Chill the fuck out! So what if the streets are inaccurate. It's F.A.N.F.I.C.T.I.O.N. That means that it's the author's creation. Besides why are you so focused on the streets and shifts for God sakes?! As readers, we should be focused on the storyline and characters themselves (which by the way are amazing)! The "inaccuracies" as you say do NOT make this story un-enjoyable at ALL! So how about you take a chill pill and stop trying to look for faults to bring the author down. If you don't like what you see, stop reading it or don't review at all. Keep it to yourself. SHEESH!!! As for you Brit, keep up the great work! Looking forward to your next chapter as always!
From a true fan,
~The Anonymous One~

Yeah, seriously. I've lived in Bronx before, I remember quite a lot, but it dosen't bug me much that some things are off. No one's perfect, and, yeah.. it's just fanfiction. But on the other side, Anonymous, it looks like you're the one who needs a 'chill pill'. Calm down, it's nothing to fret about. In fact, keeping it to yourself is the worst thing you can do if you really think something affects a fanfiction story that badly. Totally4Ryo, I give you my congrats for speaking up.

This is simply an observation. Do not take it as an insult, please, both of you. My original statement, though, was to thank Brit here for another amazing chapter! I'm glad Bikky finally grew to regret his outburst, really, He's bound to do something of the like sooner or later in his life! ;)

*sighs* ><

You're right tvceaser. It was an observation...it's just, I don't know...I thought it was wrong to say something like that. But you're right. The worst thing to do is to keep your mouth shut when you think your constructive criticism will help the author out in the future. It was only totally4ryo's opinion. I am so sorry to put you down totally4ryo. I'm also a big fan of your writing...Does it help to say I was kinda drunk when I wrote that last review...?? >< No more drinking and reviewing at the same time for me!! I always say the wrong things!! ^^; But now I have taken my "chill pills"(lot's of uninterrupted sleep) and am now all better :D. I think now though I shall crawl back into the shadows of my room for more sleep...plus I feel terrible for yelling at totally4ryo like that!! Sleep...that's what I need...and Reece's...LOT'S OF REECE'S!!
~The Anonymous One~

Hi tvceaser,

Thanks for coming by to do a little refereeing on my LJ! I think I'm going to have to send you a black and white striped shirt and a whistle. You're a great facilitator, you know that?

Anyway, thanks for enjoying the chapter. Bikky's a wild one, but he deeply loves Ryo.

Hi there! I have just learned that I can't do past a certain number of characters in a comment response, so I'll have to post this in two parts, like chapter 16.

First of all, thanks for stopping by my LJ to comment. After your 'Poobah' rant, which I thought just might have been aimed in my general direction, I felt I had perhaps lost you as a reader. But since you've gone to the trouble of commenting, and have also implied that you are enjoying the story, then I'm glad that you're still willing to give your time and attention to my work.

I can readily understand that when something is wrong in an otherwise entertaining story or film, it acts as an irritant in the back of one's mind and interferes with one's ability to enjoy it. For me, it happens all the time, not just with fanfiction but with published books and movies too. I think that one of the best things about the internet is that it has made authors more accessible to their fans, if of course, they're willing to be. It is a great pleasure for me to read something wonderful on the internet and then be able to communicate with the author directly. If I had the inclination, I know it would also be possible for me to contact an otherwise promising author and offer constructive feedback if I felt that he/she were going in a bad direction. Even though I have felt that urge at times, I have not so far acted upon it.

I have outlined my reasons for using imaginary street names and non-standard police shifts in a separate post. Please feel free to read it and comment if you wish.

To be continued in a few minutes....

Here's part two of my response to totally4Ryo, which space limitations have forced me to make as two comments instead of one:

Now there are two points about your comment I'd like to address. First, there is the matter of my beta. BlueSimplicity, who wouldn't appreciate it if I were to reveal where she is from, is nonetheless very knowledgeable about New York City and has given me lots of advice, most of which I've taken, but some of which I have made a conscious decision not to follow. For example, she has suggested alternate street names and has even taken issue with the names I gave to Bikky's school and the school of the rival basketball team because they didn't sound 'New York' enough. She pointed out that while I had given Freddie's Market a parking lot for Dee to have a fight in, Manhattan convenience stores don't really have parking lots because land is at such a premium. She has corrected me on many more points than I can count. In fact, she goes above and beyond the call of duty as a beta, but she respects my choices as a writer. She always says that it's my call. I believe it's natural to read a story with mistakes in it and think, "Why the heck didn't this person's beta catch that?" I've certainly had that thought myself in the past. But I also think that there are limits to what we can expect from our own and other people's betas. I remember one time I edited a report for a co-worker for whom grammar was and still is a challenge. He only implemented half of my corrections and then went and publicly gave me credit for the editing job! For weeks afterward, other co-workers looked at me askance. A couple of them even came out and asked me if I had been aware of this mistake and that mistake. I could have strangled that guy. So being a beta can be a double-edged sword. Not everyone listens to their beta one hundred percent of the time, and I am, for good or ill, one of those people.

The second point about your comment that I'd like to address is the line, "...please don't pull NYC streets out of your head...". I don't think it's fair to say that to a writer, and especially in such a blunt way. After all, what is writing, if not pulling things out of our heads? I'm aware that you would like it better if I used real NYC streets rather than ones that don't exist, but, for this particular type of writing, and in fact BECAUSE of my own limitations, I prefer to use ones that are not real. Someone else might want to say, "Please don't pull stories about dinosaurs or dog-demons or even male pregnancy out of your head because evidence abounds that these things don't exist", but perhaps they wouldn't want to be thought guilty of showing disrespect to another writer's creative process.

Instead of saying "please don't", which, despite the 'please', has a peremptory ring to it, you could have said, "I'm wondering why you haven't chosen to use real NYC street names when there are city maps all over the internet" or you could have just asked me a question about it.

In any case, you always were brave about speaking up about things you don't like, and your comments have provided me with an opportunity to explain my own creative process and also to give more thought to the balance of what, in my stories, should stay real and what can be drawn from the realm of the imagination.

I'd like to thank you for your feedback and your continued interest.

It's OK!

It's fine to make a few mistakes when it's fanfiction, especially when the author of FAKE herself once responded in her manga that she didn't know much about the police officers and (I think) even got the uniforms wrong. Your awesome-full writing's what most people focus on anyway :D

Thank you! It's very kind of you to say so. I've made all kinds of mistakes, some of which I suspected at the time were probably mistakes and others I had no clue about. And some mistakes were deliberate. In some cases I made an executive decision to write something contrary to reality just to keep the story moving OR to make things easier for myself.

In the past year, I'd say I've done rather a lot of research! It can be difficult though, because I'm so far away from NYC and I've never been there. But I've got some great helpers now.

Thanks again!

Brit, this chapter was so great! I am not a proponent of folks making love with minor children within hearing range, especially given the living arrangements at Ryo's apartment, but Ryo really needed to be with Dee in the previous chapter. And I am glad that Bikky regretted making Ryo feel ashamed by what he said to Dee. As for Dee, I hope he can have a heart-to-heart with Ryo very soon. And for what it's worth, I was surprised by the feedback posted this time around. I am not a professional writer, so I keep my feedback to positive comments about why I enjoy reading something someone has worked hard to produce, and then is willing to share their art with virtual strangers. I truly believe that writing is the only way to become better at this challenging endeavor, and I hope that my comments offer encouragement and support.
Lastly, as a (former) Bay Area native, the San Francisco police department inspectors (detectives) only work one shift - 8:00 a.m. - 4:00 p.m. But the patrol officers do work three shifts. Thank you Brit - your storytelling continues to amaze me!

Dear shelley6441,

I hope you never lose interest in me because I so enjoy hearing from you. Your comments really do offer encouragement and support. I only began writing last year--I think it was in the summer that I posted my first fic-- and I'm trying to become better at it. I explained to my beta when I was lucky enough to land her that I haven't written anything fictional since high school, and that was a heck of a long time ago. After many years of writing nothing but papers and reports, I finally felt that it was time to start writing fiction. I'm just one of the many that have been inspired by Fake. I believe that I really have improved since my first couple of one shots, and even since the beginning of this story.

Thanks again for your continuing kindness and support! *hugs you

You're more than welcome Brit *hugs you back, and gives you a box of See's Candy* (only the most fabulous chocolates from California!)

Oooh, chocolate! *pounce! Just what I need right now.


so...how do you know detectives have only two shifts ?

who covers 1am-8am,just the beat cops ?

police work is a 24 hour business ,isn't it ? don't they pull OT too?

I work in a hospital and have always based my fics on a 3 shift system too, so I guess I'm just as 'wrong' as BC.

I have never read a fic that's totally accurate in all respects. Probably never written one ,either !

none of us are being paid to do this . It's all in fun ,remember ?


Dear Moon,

You know, you're right. I don't think I've ever read a fic that's totally accurate in every respect, either. I'm sure there are writers out there, good writers, who are too shy to post their work because it might not be 'perfect'. Perfection is hard to attain even when a person is writing about the city she lives in and the profession she works in. When we try to write about different professions and unfamiliar locations, perfection moves even further away. We know what we know and we research what we can, but sometimes you just have to throw it out there and see if people like it enough to motivate us to continue.

Anyway, now that you're here, this is a perfect opportunity for me to tell you how much I adored reading your fic "Branded." I read it again last night and I wanted to review AGAIN, but then I thought I should control myself. Apart from a brief teenage desire to get a tattoo of a butterfly on my ankle, which was nixed by my mom, I've never been particularly interested in tattoos. And the idea of being 'branded' is scary/sexy. But for the first time, I considered the mingled pain and pleasure that some people must feel while getting one. Ryo was so adorably provocative in your story after he got himself tattooed, ("spewing pheromones like a cat in heat" --what a wonderful line!) and Dee just exuded raw, masculine sexuality throughout. It was excellent and I absolutely loved it! It's my favorite of your stories so far.

Thank you for writing it and also for stopping by my LJ to comment. I appreciate your support.

Re: shifts

someday I will actually get my moontatoo...

thanks for liking 'Branded' so much. I wrote it for you, by the way ,though I never acknowledged that ,and for that I am sorry .

you were the one who encouraged me to post way back when .

I'm likely not the only one you have inspired,either .

I may not post again til fall ,unless I get some alone time at my computer ( the kids are home from school ) .maybe by then ,I will figure out another Dee/Ryo to write .

in the meantime, I will keep reading the rest of this story with satisfaction !


Moon, I'm so sorry for my late response. I've been preoccupied with the business of returning from vacation to a mountain of stuff waiting for me AND the loss of most of chapter 18 (sob).

But I've been thinking about you and about how incredibly touched I felt when I read that you had written "Branded" for ME! That was better than a truckload of high-end chocolate. It absolutely thrills me to know you were thinking of me when you wrote that exceptionally intense, entertaining, and sexy story. In fact, I was just lying in bed, having awoken from a nap, thinking about Branded and replaying scenes and lines from it in my head, and I remembered that I had not yet responded to you. So here I am to say "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You have no idea how much it means to me.

Now I'd like to know where this "Branded" is....

on another note, I'm more to the creative side of that argument rather than the exacting side, because so long as it fits with the precepts of the story well enough (not jarring discontinuity anywhere) made-up things are just that- an extension of the story and creative power of the author/fic writer.
Unless its bad grammar or horrible spelling, THAT can and should be remedied. Oh, or going totally OOC and not warning anyone- though that's just my personal (bad) fanfic irritant.

Both those last two bug me a lot, although I can handle bad grammar better than total OOC-ness.

Here's the address for Branded! http://anime.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600041231

If you like that, then read Six Senses, http://anime.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600040983 and Passing The Time, http://anime.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600040499 two more great stories by Moontatoo.

oooo, so tempting.... but since I'm only to chapter 19 and while your story's good regardless of the smex or not ;D, I'm at a good stopping place and might as well take advantage. *CLICKITY!*

AAAAND ho-damn are those hot as well.... but i already wasted all the hot water cleaning the sticky crap the bandages left behind off and from having a good soak as well! damn! =D

What bandages are those?

Poor Ryo! My sister shares a wall with my parents and she hears them at it sometimes... she always comes over to my room and wakes me up to talk so she doesn't have to listen to it. *cringe*

Anyway! I'm still reading and I don't plan on closing this browser page until I'm done!


Well, you're a very nice sister to let her come into your room and escape from Parental Night Noises. I think we all have memories like that!

Wow, have you ever done a lot of reading in a short time. I hope you don't end up giving yourself eye strain. If you have to get glasses because of me, I'll feel so guilty!

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