[fanfic] Last of the Cliffhanger Plunnies
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ickaimpOkay, please don't kill us.
This is the LAST of the plunnies/mental pics we have from the Cliffhanger fic.
Honestly have not a clue what happens from here. So if it grabs anyone and runs, go for it. We're done as far as I know.
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"Kuroba."
No answer. Not that it was a surprise. There was the off chance that the magician-thief hadn't heard him from his loft above, but Hakuba would be willing to place money that he was being ignored.
"Kurobaka."
Still nothing.
"Fine. Kid."
A dark eyebrow rose, finally acknowledging his existence.
"When was the last time you slept?" Hakuba questioned.
The underground warehouse that they were currently hidden/held prisoner in must have taken at least part of a day to set up for them to stay as comfortably and securely as they were. It had also taken most of a day to retrieve Hattori after both he and Edogawa had been grabbed. That was at least a day or two right there.
Dark eyes returned back to the radio in front of them, pointedly ignoring him again.
Too long, in other words.
"Go take a nap." He instructed, crossing his arms. "Idiot."
"Later." Was the abrupt reply. "Busy now."
Not even a barb. Kuroba was probably more exhausted than he thought.
"I'll take over surveillance then."
That got Kuroba's attention. He shrugged in return. He wasn't familiar with the Black Organization, aside from piecing together that they were the ones who had taken to shooting at Kid since Aoko-kun's birthday. Which, coincidentally, was the same time the Phantom Thief had taken to stealing exclusively large jewels.
Logically then, the thief was attempting to find or keep something out of this Black Organizations hands. The Black Organization was not happy and following Kid, and by default, following himself around as well. The other two detectives had more experience with them, the only things he could offer them was his scientific advice and outsiders point of view. They didn't need him standing over their shoulders for that.
And dammit, he hated owing people anything. Especially for his own safety and life.
Kuroba continued to stare at him, his eyes almost as large as his monocle in shock, as if he had grown a second head. One that was green, with purple boils all over it.
"I will solemnly swear on my personal honour, my name, Watson, my pocketwatch, what ever you would like me to, that I will not do anything to escape, reveal our position or capture or demask you while you rest." He added solemnly.
Kuroba almost looked surprised. Hakuba attributed it to exhaustion, not just physical, but mental and emotional as well. The loss of self had to be a major blow.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Hattori and Edogawa watching them with unveiled curiosity and not just a little bit of predatory gleam.
Of course, neither of them had his amount of experience with the thief and did not know when to trust him. Not to mention that Hattori was worried about his Kazuha and Edogawa obviously fretting about his Ran-neechan.
... and here he was, worried about Kuroba.
He wasn't going to linger on that train of thought.
Of course, he was also worried about Aoko-kun, but then she wasn't here.
"I don't think we can find a stack of Bibles to swear on." Kuroba finally commented, wirily humour slipping in. "Keep your pocketwatch, I'll take your word on it."
"Thank you." He nodded politely. "You have my bird anyway."
"He's safe, being taken care of."
A cloud of pink smoke covered his vision before he could retort, and when he recovered, he found himself standing next to Kuroba on the balcony where the other boy had been sitting.
Below, Hattori and Edogawa looked most put out at the missed opportunity to escape. He resisted the urge to smirk. They really should have known better.
"Channels 1-5 are police, the rest are my own bugs." Kuroba handed him the headphones "I'm assuming you know how to operate this?"
"Of course." He nodded, looking the machine over to verify that fact. He did. There was also a closed door several meters behind the table holding the radio. He pointedly ignored it, sitting down in the vacated seat.
Kuroba noticed, his lips twisted in a small smirk. "That is the exit." The comment was quiet, for his ears only.
"Go to sleep." He ordered gruffly. He had given his word, he would follow through.
The other boy snorted, walking a few paces away before leaning his back against the wall then sinking to the ground with a only slightly muffled sigh of exhaustion. Hakuba watched out of the corner of his eye as the thief wrapped himself up in his cape, tipped his hat over his face and appeared to imediately fall into an exhausted asleep.
Good. Hopefully he'd get at least a few hours of rest.
With that thought firmly in mind, he began switching channels to get some word of the other Detectives' girls, to ease that worry from their minds so they could concentrate on the important.
Striking back at those who truly deserved it.
-fin-
This is the LAST of the plunnies/mental pics we have from the Cliffhanger fic.
Honestly have not a clue what happens from here. So if it grabs anyone and runs, go for it. We're done as far as I know.
+++
"Kuroba."
No answer. Not that it was a surprise. There was the off chance that the magician-thief hadn't heard him from his loft above, but Hakuba would be willing to place money that he was being ignored.
"Kurobaka."
Still nothing.
"Fine. Kid."
A dark eyebrow rose, finally acknowledging his existence.
"When was the last time you slept?" Hakuba questioned.
The underground warehouse that they were currently hidden/held prisoner in must have taken at least part of a day to set up for them to stay as comfortably and securely as they were. It had also taken most of a day to retrieve Hattori after both he and Edogawa had been grabbed. That was at least a day or two right there.
Dark eyes returned back to the radio in front of them, pointedly ignoring him again.
Too long, in other words.
"Go take a nap." He instructed, crossing his arms. "Idiot."
"Later." Was the abrupt reply. "Busy now."
Not even a barb. Kuroba was probably more exhausted than he thought.
"I'll take over surveillance then."
That got Kuroba's attention. He shrugged in return. He wasn't familiar with the Black Organization, aside from piecing together that they were the ones who had taken to shooting at Kid since Aoko-kun's birthday. Which, coincidentally, was the same time the Phantom Thief had taken to stealing exclusively large jewels.
Logically then, the thief was attempting to find or keep something out of this Black Organizations hands. The Black Organization was not happy and following Kid, and by default, following himself around as well. The other two detectives had more experience with them, the only things he could offer them was his scientific advice and outsiders point of view. They didn't need him standing over their shoulders for that.
And dammit, he hated owing people anything. Especially for his own safety and life.
Kuroba continued to stare at him, his eyes almost as large as his monocle in shock, as if he had grown a second head. One that was green, with purple boils all over it.
"I will solemnly swear on my personal honour, my name, Watson, my pocketwatch, what ever you would like me to, that I will not do anything to escape, reveal our position or capture or demask you while you rest." He added solemnly.
Kuroba almost looked surprised. Hakuba attributed it to exhaustion, not just physical, but mental and emotional as well. The loss of self had to be a major blow.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Hattori and Edogawa watching them with unveiled curiosity and not just a little bit of predatory gleam.
Of course, neither of them had his amount of experience with the thief and did not know when to trust him. Not to mention that Hattori was worried about his Kazuha and Edogawa obviously fretting about his Ran-neechan.
... and here he was, worried about Kuroba.
He wasn't going to linger on that train of thought.
Of course, he was also worried about Aoko-kun, but then she wasn't here.
"I don't think we can find a stack of Bibles to swear on." Kuroba finally commented, wirily humour slipping in. "Keep your pocketwatch, I'll take your word on it."
"Thank you." He nodded politely. "You have my bird anyway."
"He's safe, being taken care of."
A cloud of pink smoke covered his vision before he could retort, and when he recovered, he found himself standing next to Kuroba on the balcony where the other boy had been sitting.
Below, Hattori and Edogawa looked most put out at the missed opportunity to escape. He resisted the urge to smirk. They really should have known better.
"Channels 1-5 are police, the rest are my own bugs." Kuroba handed him the headphones "I'm assuming you know how to operate this?"
"Of course." He nodded, looking the machine over to verify that fact. He did. There was also a closed door several meters behind the table holding the radio. He pointedly ignored it, sitting down in the vacated seat.
Kuroba noticed, his lips twisted in a small smirk. "That is the exit." The comment was quiet, for his ears only.
"Go to sleep." He ordered gruffly. He had given his word, he would follow through.
The other boy snorted, walking a few paces away before leaning his back against the wall then sinking to the ground with a only slightly muffled sigh of exhaustion. Hakuba watched out of the corner of his eye as the thief wrapped himself up in his cape, tipped his hat over his face and appeared to imediately fall into an exhausted asleep.
Good. Hopefully he'd get at least a few hours of rest.
With that thought firmly in mind, he began switching channels to get some word of the other Detectives' girls, to ease that worry from their minds so they could concentrate on the important.
Striking back at those who truly deserved it.
-fin-
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Date: 2004-01-08 06:07 pm (UTC)::glom!:: XD Lovely~~ Wai wai~~ ::thumps tail:: I'd be tempted, but I have to admit I really don't know all the facts of the DC-verse like you guys, so I'd probably bollocks it up. ^^;; Plus... can't match the levity in the pace of your words. ^^;
>_____>
Date: 2004-01-08 09:39 pm (UTC)AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!
....must... find... out... what... happens... next.....
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Date: 2004-01-08 11:36 pm (UTC)Very cute section, even if it's all we get from you. :) Two small problems I saw-
"I'm assuming you know how to operate this?"
"Of course." He nodded, looking the machine over to verify that fact. He was.
He was what? If Kid had asked 'Are you certain you know how...' the 'He was' would make sense, but it doesn't the way you worded it. 'He did' would probably be better.
The other small problem I saw was
some word of the other Detective's girls
It should be Detectives', since it's plural. And likely not capitalized, since it's not being used with someone's name.
Icka....
Date: 2004-01-09 08:19 am (UTC)-_- I second Ysabet on this one.
*GLOMP of Death!*
Now you HAVE to continue the story because I ain't lettin' go!! HAH!
*Icka flicks Yun Cyn off her*
No fair...!
X_X
Date: 2004-01-11 04:41 am (UTC)You'd have to talk to Ysabet or Becky for grand plans on how to take over the Black Ops, we're no good with it!!! >_<
Thanks, Kiena! We fixed those! XD
*runs away before we can be slaughtered*