badly_knitted | FAKE Triple Drabble: Festive Fracas

Title: Festive Fracas
Fandom: FAKE
Author:

badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: A change in the weather is making Christmas shoppers bad-tempered.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Weather’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.

After several days of gloriously sunny if freezing cold weather, the temperature’s gone up a few degrees and everywhere has turned dull and wet.

Heavy clouds have settled over New York, dripping an endless, dreary drizzle on the city’s inhabitants, making everyone bad-tempered and miserable. Christmas shopping is nowhere near as pleasurable when the stores are filled with damp shoppers, and nobody can get a taxi.

Dee and Ryo aren’t shopping, they’re thankful for that small mercy. They bought all their gifts last week, when they had a day off, and now only have to wrap them. It doesn’t mean they get to stay indoors where it’s dry though.

The run up to Christmas is a busy time for the NYPD anyway. Pickpockets and shoplifters are always out in force during the festive season, taking advantage of the crowds of shoppers to help themselves to things that don’t belong to them. Add the unpleasant weather into the mix and tempers start to fray, so here they are in one of the big stores, trying to work out who started the free-for-all that’s resulted in three shoppers been rushed to hospital after being stabbed with kitchen knives.

“What is it with people?” Dee grumbles. “And who gets into a fight over kitchenware anyway?”

Ryo shrugs. “Everyone wants their Christmas to be perfect. They’ll stop at nothing to get what they think they need.”

“Huh.” Dee looks around at the wreckage and the blood. The knives used in the fight have already been bagged and tagged as evidence. “What they need is their heads examinin’. They’re not gonna be havin’ a perfect Christmas if they’re in hospital or jail.”

“Christmas stress does weird things to people.”

“Tell me about it.” Dee sighs. “And we still got the January Sales to deal with.”

The End