FAKE Double Drabble: Weird Awakening
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Title: Weird Awakening
Fandom: FAKE
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Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Life in New York can be hazardous in unexpected ways.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Speak’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble and a half, 250 words.
“Ryo? Ryo!”
A hand seemed to be shaking him. Ryo groaned but kept his eyes closed, wishing whoever it was would go away and leave him be.
Fat chance of that.
“Ryo!” the voice demanded again. It seemed vaguely familiar. “Come on, buddy, speak to me!” The hand slapped lightly at his face.
“Go ‘way,” he mumbled. It couldn’t be morning already, could it? Maybe he’d slept through his alarm. Reluctantly, he tried to crack one eye open, wincing at the sudden brightness that assaulted him.
“He’s coming around.” That was another voice, one Ryo didn’t recognise. What was a stranger doing in his bedroom?
Blinking his eyes open, Ryo found himself looking up at a bright blue sky, which was weird because he was fairly sure there shouldn’t be a sky of any colour in his bedroom. The sun was shining right in his eyes.
“Turn down the sun, ‘s too bright,” he complained.
He caught a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye, and then Dee was between him and the sun, looking down at him, a worried expression on his face.
“Hey, there y’are. I was gettin’ worried.”
“Dee?”
“Yep, good to see ya remember that much.”
“Why wouldn’ I? Wha’s goin’ on?” Ryo winced, realising his head was throbbing. Was he hungover? He didn’t remember getting drunk.
“Bit of an accident. Ya got KO’d by a low flyin’ golf ball.”
“But I don’t play golf.” Some days the world made no sense at all.
The End
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