Title: Special Celebration
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Bikky, Dee.
Rating: G
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: It’s Bikky’s eighteenth birthday; what better way to celebrate than with a party?
Word Count: 638
Content Notes: None needed.
Written For: Challenge 279: Amnesty, using Challenge 42: Candles.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.



With careful fingers, Ryo pressed the last small black candleholder, complete with its tiny red birthday candle, into the frosting of the cake. He’d really taken his time with this one, wanting it to be perfect; eighteen candles, on a square cake, decorated with white frosting and little sugar-paste basketballs, the words ‘Happy 18th Birthday, Bikky’ piped in red. All the Bulls’ team colours represented; his son would like that.

This was a special birthday, you only turned eighteen once, and come the fall Bikky would hopefully be starting college. His school coach seemed pretty certain Bikky could count on being offered at least one full scholarship based on his basketball skills. Scouts from all over the country had been at many of Bikky’s games over the last season, checking him out. If he did get into college that way, who knew where he might be by the time his birthday came around again?

Bikky wasn’t a kid anymore, he was practically a man and already taller than Ryo. This could be the last time they’d be together here in New York for his birthday, and Ryo wanted everything to be as perfect as possible. The party food was ready and laid out on the table for everyone to help themselves, the cake candles were the final touch; all that was left was to light them just before Bikky was due home from school. The party was going to be just a small family gathering so Bikky could go out with friends later if he wanted.

Dee arrived, having picked up Carol and her aunt on his way over. He eyed the food as he came over to join his lover.

“That’s quite a spread! You sure you’ve made enough?”

“Hands off; we don’t eat until Bikky gets here.” Ryo knew his partner only too well.

“Now long’s that gonna be? I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving. He should be home in about ten minutes. Make yourself useful and keep watch out the window. Tell me as soon as you see him; that should give me just enough time to get the candles lit on his cake.”

It worked perfectly; Ryo had just gotten the eighteenth candle burning brightly when the door opened and Bikky came in. He stopped dead as the people who made up his family chorused, “Happy birthday, Bikky!”

“I knew you were up to something,” Bikky said, grinning at his foster father.

“It’s a special day; you can’t have your eighteenth birthday without a party. Now blow out your candles before they start dripping wax on your cake.”

Bikky didn’t need telling twice.

Later, after they’d all eaten until they were stuffed, Bikky followed Ryo into the kitchen, where he was making coffee.

“Thanks for this, Ryo, the cake was awesome, a real work of art. Hope the pictures come out.”

Ryo had snapped off several shots of Bikky with his cake before it was cut, which was a good thing since there was less than half of it left now. It would all probably be gone tomorrow; cakes never lasted long around Bikky.

“You deserved it.” Ryo smiled, but after eight years Bikky could see right through him.

“There’ll be other birthdays, it’s not like this is the last one. Even if I get accepted into a college miles away, I’ll still try to make it home for my birthday and other special occasions.”

“It might not always be possible though.”

“Maybe, but there’s still the phone, internet, skype…”

“I can’t send a birthday cake by email.”

Bikky laughed. “Well, that just means you’ll have to bake one for me when I do make it home, even if it’s a bit late.”

Ryo nodded. “I can do that.”

After all, cake was good for any occasion. He’d bake one for his son’s homecoming anyway.


The End