Ficbit: Communications 5/?
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soc_puppetCommunications
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Summary: Kaito finds out why his father was killed.
Kaito stared intently at the portrait of his father hanging on the wall, ignoring the homework in front of him, lost in thought.
Kudo-kun had called about an hour ago for their weekly check-up. Neither of them had any new information (there had been very little activity lately compared to five years ago, which worried Kudo-kun; he suspected they were getting better at covering their tracks) but they talked anyway, speculating a bit. Over the years the quartet had found evidence suggesting that the crime syndicate responsible for the murder of Kaito's father had even more power than the Yakuza, and Kudo-kun suspected it reached farther than the evidence could actually suggest. Even worse than that, every piece of evidence that they had found was compromised in some way, so they couldn't use it. The four of them—himself, Kudo-kun, Mouri-chan and Aoko—had gotten themselves in deeper trouble than they ever could have imagined, and they appeared to still be sinking. Every now and again, one of them would discover something new, some crime with ties to the organization or a snippet of rumor about people dressed in black, and the pit would deepen.
They had been looking for five years, as discretely as possible, and still Kaito's most important question remained unanswered: why had they killed his father?
Sighing, Kaito gave up on his homework and got to his feet, running his hand wistfully along the edge of his father's portrait. "I wish you could tell me…"
There was a soft click as Kaito applied a bit too much pressure in one particular spot, the click of a latch opening. Kaito's eyes widened in shock as the portrait swung back under his hand to form a door. A stairway climbed down from where the picture/door was set in the wall. Entranced, Kaito stepped through, oblivious to the second soft clicking noise, but only until a slightly scratchy tape recording began to play.
"I know we have not met for a while, Kaito, but there is an important secret I want you to know." Kaito descended the stairs, pulled by the sound of his father's voice (he couldn't actually have forgotten what it sounded like after only five years, could he?). Hopes he had thought long dead—that his father was only on a trip, that his death was only an act—stirred within him, but he pushed them aside; he knew what was real. "I am actually Kid the phantom thief," the tape continued, "I knew someday you would find this room, just as I suspected I might not be there to show it to you. If you are listening to this, it means my suspicions were correct, and I got too close." Kaito at last found the tape player amongst the disarray in the room and, smiling sadly, sat down to listen.
"Kaito, if you choose to become a phantom thief, there are two things I want you never to forget. First, always remember your Poker Face. Second, be wary of men in black." Kaito's blood ran cold at the mention of 'men in black'. He forced his attention back to the tape. "If you look, you may be able to find what I could not. No matter what you choose, Kaito, I know you will make me proud. Good luck." The message ended, and all there was left was white noise. Slowly, Kaito reached over and turned off the tape player.
A hidden room. Kaitou Kid. Men in black. 'Find what I could not'. The discovery worked like a set of picks for Kaito, unlocking ideas and answers that he couldn't have formed without it. He sat, overwhelmed, trying desperately to put things together correctly.
His father, likely as the Kaitou Kid, had been looking for something the mysterious organization was interested in. He had gotten too close, so the men in black had killed him.
Kaito glanced over at the wall where a white suit hung, complete with a cape and top hat. It looks a little big yet, he thought. I'll have to wait until I grow into it. It registered with him with a bit of a shock that he'd already decided to don his father's old mask.
Well, why not? He mused, mostly for his own benefit. I can't do anything else about the organization. Well, unless one of us finds something we can use. Besides, that outfit won't fit for a couple of years yet; if we really haven't found anything by then, I'll be more than ready for drastic measures. And in the mean time… Kaito glanced around the disorderly room, a fond smile curving his lips. In the mean time, I can catch up on things with my dad.
Kaito stood and began to explore the old room. Far above him the hidden side of a picture and of a man's identity watched him.
—End—
Summercloud got this back to me with a ton of great suggestions. Didn't end up using them, one of the reasons being the afore mentioned 'will not include if doing so gives me writer's block' >_<. I read through them and my first thought was '...I wish I could've seen these before I finished writing this T-T.' *sigh* Still, the tuxedo idea was way too cute to let go, so you may see a scrap on it ^_^.
That's all I've got for Communications right now. Well, okay, it's not all I've got, but it's all the general public's gonna see for now. The next bit *is* with my beta reader, and I'm working on the bit following it (which is *also* giving me fits >_<, but I think I've worked things out, and if I haven't, it shouldn't be too much longer before I do) so there is more coming. I'm just not going to say how much to avoid tempting fate.
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Summary: Kaito finds out why his father was killed.
Kaito stared intently at the portrait of his father hanging on the wall, ignoring the homework in front of him, lost in thought.
Kudo-kun had called about an hour ago for their weekly check-up. Neither of them had any new information (there had been very little activity lately compared to five years ago, which worried Kudo-kun; he suspected they were getting better at covering their tracks) but they talked anyway, speculating a bit. Over the years the quartet had found evidence suggesting that the crime syndicate responsible for the murder of Kaito's father had even more power than the Yakuza, and Kudo-kun suspected it reached farther than the evidence could actually suggest. Even worse than that, every piece of evidence that they had found was compromised in some way, so they couldn't use it. The four of them—himself, Kudo-kun, Mouri-chan and Aoko—had gotten themselves in deeper trouble than they ever could have imagined, and they appeared to still be sinking. Every now and again, one of them would discover something new, some crime with ties to the organization or a snippet of rumor about people dressed in black, and the pit would deepen.
They had been looking for five years, as discretely as possible, and still Kaito's most important question remained unanswered: why had they killed his father?
Sighing, Kaito gave up on his homework and got to his feet, running his hand wistfully along the edge of his father's portrait. "I wish you could tell me…"
There was a soft click as Kaito applied a bit too much pressure in one particular spot, the click of a latch opening. Kaito's eyes widened in shock as the portrait swung back under his hand to form a door. A stairway climbed down from where the picture/door was set in the wall. Entranced, Kaito stepped through, oblivious to the second soft clicking noise, but only until a slightly scratchy tape recording began to play.
"I know we have not met for a while, Kaito, but there is an important secret I want you to know." Kaito descended the stairs, pulled by the sound of his father's voice (he couldn't actually have forgotten what it sounded like after only five years, could he?). Hopes he had thought long dead—that his father was only on a trip, that his death was only an act—stirred within him, but he pushed them aside; he knew what was real. "I am actually Kid the phantom thief," the tape continued, "I knew someday you would find this room, just as I suspected I might not be there to show it to you. If you are listening to this, it means my suspicions were correct, and I got too close." Kaito at last found the tape player amongst the disarray in the room and, smiling sadly, sat down to listen.
"Kaito, if you choose to become a phantom thief, there are two things I want you never to forget. First, always remember your Poker Face. Second, be wary of men in black." Kaito's blood ran cold at the mention of 'men in black'. He forced his attention back to the tape. "If you look, you may be able to find what I could not. No matter what you choose, Kaito, I know you will make me proud. Good luck." The message ended, and all there was left was white noise. Slowly, Kaito reached over and turned off the tape player.
A hidden room. Kaitou Kid. Men in black. 'Find what I could not'. The discovery worked like a set of picks for Kaito, unlocking ideas and answers that he couldn't have formed without it. He sat, overwhelmed, trying desperately to put things together correctly.
His father, likely as the Kaitou Kid, had been looking for something the mysterious organization was interested in. He had gotten too close, so the men in black had killed him.
Kaito glanced over at the wall where a white suit hung, complete with a cape and top hat. It looks a little big yet, he thought. I'll have to wait until I grow into it. It registered with him with a bit of a shock that he'd already decided to don his father's old mask.
Well, why not? He mused, mostly for his own benefit. I can't do anything else about the organization. Well, unless one of us finds something we can use. Besides, that outfit won't fit for a couple of years yet; if we really haven't found anything by then, I'll be more than ready for drastic measures. And in the mean time… Kaito glanced around the disorderly room, a fond smile curving his lips. In the mean time, I can catch up on things with my dad.
Kaito stood and began to explore the old room. Far above him the hidden side of a picture and of a man's identity watched him.
—End—
Summercloud got this back to me with a ton of great suggestions. Didn't end up using them, one of the reasons being the afore mentioned 'will not include if doing so gives me writer's block' >_<. I read through them and my first thought was '...I wish I could've seen these before I finished writing this T-T.' *sigh* Still, the tuxedo idea was way too cute to let go, so you may see a scrap on it ^_^.
That's all I've got for Communications right now. Well, okay, it's not all I've got, but it's all the general public's gonna see for now. The next bit *is* with my beta reader, and I'm working on the bit following it (which is *also* giving me fits >_<, but I think I've worked things out, and if I haven't, it shouldn't be too much longer before I do) so there is more coming. I'm just not going to say how much to avoid tempting fate.
