FAKE Triple Drabble: Already There
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badly_knittedTitle: Already There
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo, OMC.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Even cops get subjected to racism.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Indigenous’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Racism, much to Dee and Ryo’s disgust, seemed to be on the rise again. They’d both hoped that the human race as a whole was beginning to respect the diversity of nationalities, ethnicities, skin colors, and everything else that helped to make every human being a unique individual, but every time some progress was made, the world seemed to backslide again.
It was depressing. People should have been celebrating individuality, all the wonderful quirks of evolution and nature that made for such a rich tapestry of life, and yet differences, instead of being embraced, were singled out and used as a reason for bullying, cruelty, violence, and persecution…
The police had an uphill battle trying to keep the peace and maintain order, and to make everyone’s lives even harder, they weren’t immune to prejudices, either having them or being the target of them.
Dee himself frequently got mistaken for Mexican or Puerto Rican; it made him glad that his partner didn’t look noticeably Japanese, because one of them being subjected to casual racism as well as homophobia was more than enough.
“Go the hell back where you came from!” a young thug yelled at him, along with a sordid collection of epithets and insults. “Leave American jobs for American people!
“Hate to disappoint ya, kid, but I’m indigenous to this area.”
“You what?” The thug apparently didn’t understand words above two syllables in length, and that was being generous.
“He means he was born and raised in New York,” Ryo explained helpfully. “He came from here, so did his parents. He’s never been out of the States.” That last part was a white lie; Dee had been to England. The bit about his parents was pure speculation, but the thug wasn’t to know. “He’s probably more American than you are.”
The End
It was depressing. People should have been celebrating individuality, all the wonderful quirks of evolution and nature that made for such a rich tapestry of life, and yet differences, instead of being embraced, were singled out and used as a reason for bullying, cruelty, violence, and persecution…
The police had an uphill battle trying to keep the peace and maintain order, and to make everyone’s lives even harder, they weren’t immune to prejudices, either having them or being the target of them.
Dee himself frequently got mistaken for Mexican or Puerto Rican; it made him glad that his partner didn’t look noticeably Japanese, because one of them being subjected to casual racism as well as homophobia was more than enough.
“Go the hell back where you came from!” a young thug yelled at him, along with a sordid collection of epithets and insults. “Leave American jobs for American people!
“Hate to disappoint ya, kid, but I’m indigenous to this area.”
“You what?” The thug apparently didn’t understand words above two syllables in length, and that was being generous.
“He means he was born and raised in New York,” Ryo explained helpfully. “He came from here, so did his parents. He’s never been out of the States.” That last part was a white lie; Dee had been to England. The bit about his parents was pure speculation, but the thug wasn’t to know. “He’s probably more American than you are.”
The End
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Date: 2026-05-27 06:57 pm (UTC)Thank you!