Ficbit: Communications: 10/?
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soc_puppetFic: Communications
Summary: "Hey, Kudo. Do you believe in magic?"
Instalment Ten: Complications
by socchan
What the hell was that? Where did it come from? Where did it go? What is she up to, anyway? And… how the hell did she do that...?
Questions swam lazily through Kaito’s mind as he dragged himself back to the workshop. Answers stumbled through after, uncoordinated and bumping into each other. They didn’t make any sense either, for the most part. Magic? Real magic, not just parlor tricks? Preposterous! Kaito brushed his monocle off and lifted away his top hat. On the other hand, what other explanation did he have?
“You’re late.”
Kaito blinked and took stock of his surroundings. Kudo sat at the bench beside the worktable, already changed into street clothes, face unreadable. Kaito shrugged the statement off, peeling pristine white gloves from his fingers. “Yeah, well, I got a bit side tracked. Where’re Aoko and Mouri-chan?”
“They’re having a ‘sleepover’ at Nakamori-kun’s house,” Kudo replied casually. Kaito nodded absently, walking over to a small changing cubicle he’d set up while undoing buttons. Sleepover was code for listening in on the police frequencies and radioing back and forth with whoever wasn’t ‘active’ so they could look things up. “You gave them a bit of a scare,” Kudo continued.
“But not you?” Kaito inquired, fumbling with the tie.
Kudo snorted. “I didn’t have time to be scared. Once I figured out you were gone it was ‘go in, grand finale, get out’. Being scared meant stopping to think about things.”
“Of course,” Kaito said wryly.
This had only been the second time Kudo had played the Kid. Though he’d been on stand-by for a few heists now, Kaito didn’t like the idea of giving him solo—or even spotlight—missions until he finished up his basic training. If it were just ordinary theft, Kudo would probably have no trouble pulling heists off. Even with the acrobatics thrown in Kaito suspected Kudo would pull things off beautifully, and he was deadly accurate with the card gun. Unfortunately, he still didn’t know sleight of hand very well, though at the rate he learned it was just a matter of time.
“So what happened out there, anyway?”
Kaito smiled to himself at the question. That was Kudo through and through; impossible to sidetrack when he wanted to know something. “I got distracted by something,” Kaito half-answered.
“During a heist?” The words dripped with skepticism, and Kaito’s grin widened. He decided to switch topics.
“Hey Kudo, do you believe in magic?”
“Magic? Like what you do?”
Ah, Kaito thought, he’s in full Detective Mode now. “No, I mean the real thing.” Kaito buttoned up a shirt.
“I couldn’t say.” Kudo said after a pause. “It seems childish, really, but considering what we’re looking for…” He trailed off, not needing to answer. Kaito nodded, even though Kudo wouldn’t be able to see it. “You?”
Stepping out of the cubicle, Kaito shook his head. “I don’t know. Sometimes yes and sometimes no, I guess.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking over the paraphernalia in the hidden room. His smile tilted wryly as the events of the night drifted through his mind. “Right now I’m pretty sure it’s ‘yes’.”
-----
Akako lay awake late into the night, long after her encounter with the Kaitou Kid—a Kaitou Kid, she reminded herself—lost in thought. The bedclothes were tangled from tossing and turning, but Akako was motionless, staring upward as the event replayed itself for her.
“Sleight of hand may not be as real as sorcery, but the audience likes it…”
“It’s too bad that you have to rely on magic to get what you want.”
“I don’t think you’re giving your feelings enough credit.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t serve you. I have something I need to find.”
She felt hurt. Kuroba Kaito was the first man ever to reject her. To add insult to injury, Kaitou Kid was the first person to overcome her magic. Akako’s self-esteem was left in shambles.
Perhaps she deserved it.
No. No, I can’t think like that, Akako told herself, feeling tears prick at her eyes.
“I know who you are,” she had told the Kid. “You real identity—who you are under your disguise.”
Kid, half curled around himself from pain, had looked up at her and smiled. “Really?” he asked, calmly. “Which one?”
Distraught and confused, Akako turned to her side. Clutching the Kaitou Kid doll from the ritual close to her heart, she closed her eyes and waited for sleep to claim her.
—Fin—
Wow, did I ever have trouble with this. I half finished it, then decided I didn't like it, tried to write it three more times, then decided I actually liked it after all and wrote the second half. Still needs a bit of cleaning up, but it's mostly incredibly nit-picky things that I wouldn't neccessarily notice myself. Still, if you catch anything, I'd like to know.
A lot of the stuff in the second part is from scanlations of the manga; I altered the text a bit so it sounded better to me. I did the best I could to pique Akako's curiosity about the Kid without sacrificing her character; she's going to be important later.
Wah >_< Finally public. As usual, C&C appreciated.
Summary: "Hey, Kudo. Do you believe in magic?"
Instalment Ten: Complications
by socchan
What the hell was that? Where did it come from? Where did it go? What is she up to, anyway? And… how the hell did she do that...?
Questions swam lazily through Kaito’s mind as he dragged himself back to the workshop. Answers stumbled through after, uncoordinated and bumping into each other. They didn’t make any sense either, for the most part. Magic? Real magic, not just parlor tricks? Preposterous! Kaito brushed his monocle off and lifted away his top hat. On the other hand, what other explanation did he have?
“You’re late.”
Kaito blinked and took stock of his surroundings. Kudo sat at the bench beside the worktable, already changed into street clothes, face unreadable. Kaito shrugged the statement off, peeling pristine white gloves from his fingers. “Yeah, well, I got a bit side tracked. Where’re Aoko and Mouri-chan?”
“They’re having a ‘sleepover’ at Nakamori-kun’s house,” Kudo replied casually. Kaito nodded absently, walking over to a small changing cubicle he’d set up while undoing buttons. Sleepover was code for listening in on the police frequencies and radioing back and forth with whoever wasn’t ‘active’ so they could look things up. “You gave them a bit of a scare,” Kudo continued.
“But not you?” Kaito inquired, fumbling with the tie.
Kudo snorted. “I didn’t have time to be scared. Once I figured out you were gone it was ‘go in, grand finale, get out’. Being scared meant stopping to think about things.”
“Of course,” Kaito said wryly.
This had only been the second time Kudo had played the Kid. Though he’d been on stand-by for a few heists now, Kaito didn’t like the idea of giving him solo—or even spotlight—missions until he finished up his basic training. If it were just ordinary theft, Kudo would probably have no trouble pulling heists off. Even with the acrobatics thrown in Kaito suspected Kudo would pull things off beautifully, and he was deadly accurate with the card gun. Unfortunately, he still didn’t know sleight of hand very well, though at the rate he learned it was just a matter of time.
“So what happened out there, anyway?”
Kaito smiled to himself at the question. That was Kudo through and through; impossible to sidetrack when he wanted to know something. “I got distracted by something,” Kaito half-answered.
“During a heist?” The words dripped with skepticism, and Kaito’s grin widened. He decided to switch topics.
“Hey Kudo, do you believe in magic?”
“Magic? Like what you do?”
Ah, Kaito thought, he’s in full Detective Mode now. “No, I mean the real thing.” Kaito buttoned up a shirt.
“I couldn’t say.” Kudo said after a pause. “It seems childish, really, but considering what we’re looking for…” He trailed off, not needing to answer. Kaito nodded, even though Kudo wouldn’t be able to see it. “You?”
Stepping out of the cubicle, Kaito shook his head. “I don’t know. Sometimes yes and sometimes no, I guess.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking over the paraphernalia in the hidden room. His smile tilted wryly as the events of the night drifted through his mind. “Right now I’m pretty sure it’s ‘yes’.”
-----
Akako lay awake late into the night, long after her encounter with the Kaitou Kid—a Kaitou Kid, she reminded herself—lost in thought. The bedclothes were tangled from tossing and turning, but Akako was motionless, staring upward as the event replayed itself for her.
“Sleight of hand may not be as real as sorcery, but the audience likes it…”
“It’s too bad that you have to rely on magic to get what you want.”
“I don’t think you’re giving your feelings enough credit.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t serve you. I have something I need to find.”
She felt hurt. Kuroba Kaito was the first man ever to reject her. To add insult to injury, Kaitou Kid was the first person to overcome her magic. Akako’s self-esteem was left in shambles.
Perhaps she deserved it.
No. No, I can’t think like that, Akako told herself, feeling tears prick at her eyes.
“I know who you are,” she had told the Kid. “You real identity—who you are under your disguise.”
Kid, half curled around himself from pain, had looked up at her and smiled. “Really?” he asked, calmly. “Which one?”
Distraught and confused, Akako turned to her side. Clutching the Kaitou Kid doll from the ritual close to her heart, she closed her eyes and waited for sleep to claim her.
—Fin—
Wow, did I ever have trouble with this. I half finished it, then decided I didn't like it, tried to write it three more times, then decided I actually liked it after all and wrote the second half. Still needs a bit of cleaning up, but it's mostly incredibly nit-picky things that I wouldn't neccessarily notice myself. Still, if you catch anything, I'd like to know.
A lot of the stuff in the second part is from scanlations of the manga; I altered the text a bit so it sounded better to me. I did the best I could to pique Akako's curiosity about the Kid without sacrificing her character; she's going to be important later.
Wah >_< Finally public. As usual, C&C appreciated.
