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[#280] Halloween Again (FAKE)
Theme Prompt: #280 – Trick Or Treat
Title: Halloween Again
Fandom: FAKE
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Dee and Ryo have volunteered to take some of the neighbourhood kids Trick or Treating.
Another year, another Halloween, and once again Dee and Ryo were dressed up, because why not? They’d taken the kids from the orphanage Trick or Treating earlier, as a favor to Mother, and now they were about to help chaperone a group of neighbourhood kids, since many of their parents worked late shifts, or even two jobs to make ends meet. New York was an expensive place to live, and times were hard for many families, but the kids shouldn’t have to miss out because of that.
This year, Ryo had opted to dress up as a Jedi knight, complete with toy lightsabre, because the outfit would be comfortable and the robe would be like wearing a coat. He’d been half frozen last year because putting a coat on over his costume would have spoiled it; he wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.
Dee had decided to be a wizard. Maybe it wasn’t the sexiest outfit ever, but he too was going for warmth and comfort, and besides, when chaperoning kids, it wouldn’t do to be dressed provocatively.
“Are you ready?” Ryo asked, pulling his robe on.
“Yep!” Dee adjusted his pointy hat. “Just gotta grab my staff and my familiar.”
“Witches have familiars, Dee, not wizards.”
“How can you say that?” Dee frowned at his lover. “That’s sexist!” He clipped the leash to Koneko’s collar. “Besides, she doesn’t want to miss out on Halloween.”
It still amused Ryo that Dee had basically chosen to name the lilac point Siamese kitten he’d found ‘kitten’ in Japanese. Although, it did make sense in a weird way, since he’d kept insisting what he’d rescued from the dumpster was a kitten, even when Ryo had said it looked more like a clump of fluff.
“You’re seriously taking our cat?”
“Why not?” Dee crouched down by the chair and Koneko obediently hopped up on his shoulder, draping herself around Dee’s neck like a fur collar. She was trained to the lead, and had been since early kittenhood, but generally preferred to ride rather than walk. Dee didn’t blame her; he wouldn’t want to go barefoot in late October. The sidewalks were cold at this time of year.
“I bet no one else is taking their cat Trick or Treating. What if she gets scared?”
Dee snorted. “As if! About the only things that freak her out are birds, and the ringtone on JJ’s phone. She’s one tough kitten; should’a called her Fearless.”
“Not so much of a kitten now,” Ryo pointed out. Koneko had matured from a small, white fuzzy bundle to a sleek, elegant beauty, having filled out over the last few weeks from the gawky adolescent stage, when she’d be all ears and legs.
Picking up his staff, Dee headed for the door. “Come on, let’s go round up our charges.”
Grabbing his lightsabre, Ryo followed his lover out, locking the door behind him and zipping the keys into a pouch on his belt.
The two detectives, along with two parents, guided a band of seventeen kids, aged between four and twelve, around the neighbourhood, building by building, apartment by apartment. Koneko hissed at a bull mastiff in one apartment, sending the dog scurrying for safety behind its owner’s sofa, cuffed an inquisitive tabby cat around the ear, had a yowling match with another Siamese, and spent most of her time giving a running commentary on anything and everything, right in Dee’s ear. Siamese cats, Dee had learned, could be very talkative.
She also took exception to someone else’s costume when their band of Trick or Treaters ran into a group from the next block. One slim paw lashed out, snatching the headdress right off the woman’s head before she knew what was happening, then dropping it to the ground with a disdainful look.
Ryo hastily picked up the offending item, dusted it off, and handed it back. “Sorry about that.”
“No harm done. Never thought I’d have a cat critiquing my costume.” She smiled wryly. “My boyfriend told me the headdress didn’t look authentic; I guess he was right.”
The kids all made out like bandits, so much candy for everyone that their parents were probably going to curse Dee and Ryo for the rest of eternity. Koneko did pretty well too, coming home with three packets of cat treats, a tin of tuna, a bright pink Ping-Pong ball, and a small, knitted pumpkin, which she proudly carried in her mouth all the way home, as if she was a fearless hunter with her prey.
“That was fun,” Ryo said as he let them into their apartment after dropping all the kids off at their respective homes. “We should do it again next year.”
“Yeah, guess it didn’t go too badly. Sucks that we didn’t get any candy though. All that effort and no reward. Nobody ever thinks about the parents and the chaperones. We deserve treats too.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your treats.” Ryo kissed Dee lightly on the lips.
“Yeah?” Dee’s face lit up, and Ryo knew exactly what his lover was thinking.
“Of course. I saved a couple of bags of Halloween candy just for you,” he teased. “I know how much you hate missing out.”
Dee groaned. Not that he wasn’t happy about the candy, that was thoughtful of Ryo, but that wasn’t the kind of treat he’d been hoping for tonight.
Seeing his lover’s expression, Ryo grinned and winked. “Maybe if you’re very good, you might get the other kind of treat as well.”
“Oh, trust me, I can be VERY good.”
“I know.”
“Mrow,” said Koneko around her pumpkin, stalking across the room to hide her prize in her bed before trotting to the kitchen for a drink of water straight from the faucet.
Ryo stretched, back aching from carry one of the smallest kids most of the way home. “Why don’t I make us some tea? Then we can get out of our costumes.”
“Definitely likin’ that idea!” Dee smirked.
“You would.”
The End
This year, Ryo had opted to dress up as a Jedi knight, complete with toy lightsabre, because the outfit would be comfortable and the robe would be like wearing a coat. He’d been half frozen last year because putting a coat on over his costume would have spoiled it; he wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.
Dee had decided to be a wizard. Maybe it wasn’t the sexiest outfit ever, but he too was going for warmth and comfort, and besides, when chaperoning kids, it wouldn’t do to be dressed provocatively.
“Are you ready?” Ryo asked, pulling his robe on.
“Yep!” Dee adjusted his pointy hat. “Just gotta grab my staff and my familiar.”
“Witches have familiars, Dee, not wizards.”
“How can you say that?” Dee frowned at his lover. “That’s sexist!” He clipped the leash to Koneko’s collar. “Besides, she doesn’t want to miss out on Halloween.”
It still amused Ryo that Dee had basically chosen to name the lilac point Siamese kitten he’d found ‘kitten’ in Japanese. Although, it did make sense in a weird way, since he’d kept insisting what he’d rescued from the dumpster was a kitten, even when Ryo had said it looked more like a clump of fluff.
“You’re seriously taking our cat?”
“Why not?” Dee crouched down by the chair and Koneko obediently hopped up on his shoulder, draping herself around Dee’s neck like a fur collar. She was trained to the lead, and had been since early kittenhood, but generally preferred to ride rather than walk. Dee didn’t blame her; he wouldn’t want to go barefoot in late October. The sidewalks were cold at this time of year.
“I bet no one else is taking their cat Trick or Treating. What if she gets scared?”
Dee snorted. “As if! About the only things that freak her out are birds, and the ringtone on JJ’s phone. She’s one tough kitten; should’a called her Fearless.”
“Not so much of a kitten now,” Ryo pointed out. Koneko had matured from a small, white fuzzy bundle to a sleek, elegant beauty, having filled out over the last few weeks from the gawky adolescent stage, when she’d be all ears and legs.
Picking up his staff, Dee headed for the door. “Come on, let’s go round up our charges.”
Grabbing his lightsabre, Ryo followed his lover out, locking the door behind him and zipping the keys into a pouch on his belt.
The two detectives, along with two parents, guided a band of seventeen kids, aged between four and twelve, around the neighbourhood, building by building, apartment by apartment. Koneko hissed at a bull mastiff in one apartment, sending the dog scurrying for safety behind its owner’s sofa, cuffed an inquisitive tabby cat around the ear, had a yowling match with another Siamese, and spent most of her time giving a running commentary on anything and everything, right in Dee’s ear. Siamese cats, Dee had learned, could be very talkative.
She also took exception to someone else’s costume when their band of Trick or Treaters ran into a group from the next block. One slim paw lashed out, snatching the headdress right off the woman’s head before she knew what was happening, then dropping it to the ground with a disdainful look.
Ryo hastily picked up the offending item, dusted it off, and handed it back. “Sorry about that.”
“No harm done. Never thought I’d have a cat critiquing my costume.” She smiled wryly. “My boyfriend told me the headdress didn’t look authentic; I guess he was right.”
The kids all made out like bandits, so much candy for everyone that their parents were probably going to curse Dee and Ryo for the rest of eternity. Koneko did pretty well too, coming home with three packets of cat treats, a tin of tuna, a bright pink Ping-Pong ball, and a small, knitted pumpkin, which she proudly carried in her mouth all the way home, as if she was a fearless hunter with her prey.
“That was fun,” Ryo said as he let them into their apartment after dropping all the kids off at their respective homes. “We should do it again next year.”
“Yeah, guess it didn’t go too badly. Sucks that we didn’t get any candy though. All that effort and no reward. Nobody ever thinks about the parents and the chaperones. We deserve treats too.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get your treats.” Ryo kissed Dee lightly on the lips.
“Yeah?” Dee’s face lit up, and Ryo knew exactly what his lover was thinking.
“Of course. I saved a couple of bags of Halloween candy just for you,” he teased. “I know how much you hate missing out.”
Dee groaned. Not that he wasn’t happy about the candy, that was thoughtful of Ryo, but that wasn’t the kind of treat he’d been hoping for tonight.
Seeing his lover’s expression, Ryo grinned and winked. “Maybe if you’re very good, you might get the other kind of treat as well.”
“Oh, trust me, I can be VERY good.”
“I know.”
“Mrow,” said Koneko around her pumpkin, stalking across the room to hide her prize in her bed before trotting to the kitchen for a drink of water straight from the faucet.
Ryo stretched, back aching from carry one of the smallest kids most of the way home. “Why don’t I make us some tea? Then we can get out of our costumes.”
“Definitely likin’ that idea!” Dee smirked.
“You would.”
The End