[fic] MK: Itch
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ickaimpOkay, I start writing this because there was this annoying itch right under my left shoulderblade that we were blaming one of our tattoos on, but it wasn't because it's in the wrong area for our tattoos, unless they decided to dance again.
So any pervertedness that you may read into it is Not Our Fault, because it started out as an innocent little fic.
... then we went and scanned a bunch of pages from DC #44 and I dunno what happened.. ^^;;
Thanks to Becky and Mati for their help in answering random questions and figuring out how Kaito's name was gonna be said at the end of the fic.
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It itched.
Right underneath one shoulder blade where he couldn't reach it.
It was annoying.
And distracting.
It was all encompassing. There was the itch, and nothing but the itch. School was far from a distraction from it. Even going over plans on how to capture the Kaitou Kid the next time he popped his annoying head up did nothing to distract him.
It felt like his skin was attempting to crawl off the muscles in his back.
There was nothing within reach that could be used as a backscratcher either. And there was no way he was going to make an idiot of himself by attempting to use something so gauche as a doorframe during break. And attempting to rub his back against the back of the chair would draw too much unwanted attention.
He rotated his shoulder in a circle, hoping the nagging annoyance would fade as the fabric slipped against his skin. No good. And unfortunately, this brought the attention to the last person he cared to draw his discomfort to.
Kuroba Kaito raised an eyebrow at him. He glared pointedly back, silently instructing the violet-eyed boy to mind his own business.
Kuroba, being Kuroba, of course did no such thing. "Back Itch?" The other boy's lips didn't move, but he could clearly hear the words. Stupid ventriloquism.
He growled slightly. Joy. Could his day get any worse?
And of course, having someone else notice it just made the itch worse. It had evolved from the 'crawling' to the 'pinching' stage. It felt like small pincher bugs were doing the tango on his back.
Not that he would let Kuroba have the pleasure of knowing that.
Kuroba smirked, as if understanding this as well. The smirk faded, to be replaced with mild boredom. "I could get it." He commented casually, lips not moving once again as he innocuously looked at the board, writing notes down.
Hakuba muttered dark things under his breath.
Kuroba snickered softly.
The pincher bugs switched from the tango to the can-can.
He growled, attempting not to squirm.
Kuroba watched him out of the corner, pointedly letting him stew.
Which he did.
Very irritably.
Trying very very hard not to move.
Not to wiggle, not to fidget, not to do anything to give away his discomfort. He would not give Kuroba, or the thrice blasted itch the satisfaction if watching him writhe like a worm on a hook.
The pincher bugs turned into itty bitty miniature Squirrels doing the Macarena.
Which changed into Centipedes practicing their tap dancing, up and down his skin.
It was... mocking him.
The itch was teasing him. Taunting him with its existence, by hovering just out of reach. He was going to wring it's neck at the soonest opportunity.
The damn thing had developed a personality.
The thought that perhaps he was becoming delusional crossed his mind.
He was Hakuba Saguru, dammit! He was not going to be defeated by such a minor thing as an ITCH.
... right...
The bell rang and Kuroba raised an eyebrow at him in silent query. He debated a second before slouching over his desk and resting the urge to repeatedly hit his head against the cool wooden surface.
He was insane.
Finally he rose and motioned for Kuroba to follow him out of the room. He was not going to get his back scratched in front of an audience, thank you. Kuroba seemed to find this amusing, but was evidently in an amiable mood as he followed him into the hallway.
The itch was still driving him crazy and he dragged Kuroba into the first room that was empty.
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"Kuroba-ahhh...." A long moan of pleasure echoed out from the closed door. "Right there. There's the spot... ohhh... harder... "
Aoko blinked. "Was that-?"
"Hakuba-kun, yes." Akako wrapped an arm around the smaller girls back and steered her away.
"...And Kaito..."
"Yes." The sorceress agreed, pulling her reluctant blushing friend away.
Aoko's eyes went round. "Yes, but..." She cast one more look towards the closed door. "The CLOSET?"
"Well," Akako said with a philosophical air. "I think it had something to do with scratching an itch..."
-fin-
So any pervertedness that you may read into it is Not Our Fault, because it started out as an innocent little fic.
... then we went and scanned a bunch of pages from DC #44 and I dunno what happened.. ^^;;
Thanks to Becky and Mati for their help in answering random questions and figuring out how Kaito's name was gonna be said at the end of the fic.
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It itched.
Right underneath one shoulder blade where he couldn't reach it.
It was annoying.
And distracting.
It was all encompassing. There was the itch, and nothing but the itch. School was far from a distraction from it. Even going over plans on how to capture the Kaitou Kid the next time he popped his annoying head up did nothing to distract him.
It felt like his skin was attempting to crawl off the muscles in his back.
There was nothing within reach that could be used as a backscratcher either. And there was no way he was going to make an idiot of himself by attempting to use something so gauche as a doorframe during break. And attempting to rub his back against the back of the chair would draw too much unwanted attention.
He rotated his shoulder in a circle, hoping the nagging annoyance would fade as the fabric slipped against his skin. No good. And unfortunately, this brought the attention to the last person he cared to draw his discomfort to.
Kuroba Kaito raised an eyebrow at him. He glared pointedly back, silently instructing the violet-eyed boy to mind his own business.
Kuroba, being Kuroba, of course did no such thing. "Back Itch?" The other boy's lips didn't move, but he could clearly hear the words. Stupid ventriloquism.
He growled slightly. Joy. Could his day get any worse?
And of course, having someone else notice it just made the itch worse. It had evolved from the 'crawling' to the 'pinching' stage. It felt like small pincher bugs were doing the tango on his back.
Not that he would let Kuroba have the pleasure of knowing that.
Kuroba smirked, as if understanding this as well. The smirk faded, to be replaced with mild boredom. "I could get it." He commented casually, lips not moving once again as he innocuously looked at the board, writing notes down.
Hakuba muttered dark things under his breath.
Kuroba snickered softly.
The pincher bugs switched from the tango to the can-can.
He growled, attempting not to squirm.
Kuroba watched him out of the corner, pointedly letting him stew.
Which he did.
Very irritably.
Trying very very hard not to move.
Not to wiggle, not to fidget, not to do anything to give away his discomfort. He would not give Kuroba, or the thrice blasted itch the satisfaction if watching him writhe like a worm on a hook.
The pincher bugs turned into itty bitty miniature Squirrels doing the Macarena.
Which changed into Centipedes practicing their tap dancing, up and down his skin.
It was... mocking him.
The itch was teasing him. Taunting him with its existence, by hovering just out of reach. He was going to wring it's neck at the soonest opportunity.
The damn thing had developed a personality.
The thought that perhaps he was becoming delusional crossed his mind.
He was Hakuba Saguru, dammit! He was not going to be defeated by such a minor thing as an ITCH.
... right...
The bell rang and Kuroba raised an eyebrow at him in silent query. He debated a second before slouching over his desk and resting the urge to repeatedly hit his head against the cool wooden surface.
He was insane.
Finally he rose and motioned for Kuroba to follow him out of the room. He was not going to get his back scratched in front of an audience, thank you. Kuroba seemed to find this amusing, but was evidently in an amiable mood as he followed him into the hallway.
The itch was still driving him crazy and he dragged Kuroba into the first room that was empty.
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"Kuroba-ahhh...." A long moan of pleasure echoed out from the closed door. "Right there. There's the spot... ohhh... harder... "
Aoko blinked. "Was that-?"
"Hakuba-kun, yes." Akako wrapped an arm around the smaller girls back and steered her away.
"...And Kaito..."
"Yes." The sorceress agreed, pulling her reluctant blushing friend away.
Aoko's eyes went round. "Yes, but..." She cast one more look towards the closed door. "The CLOSET?"
"Well," Akako said with a philosophical air. "I think it had something to do with scratching an itch..."
-fin-
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Date: 2004-01-24 04:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-25 03:19 am (UTC)See? It's a nice innocent little fic, nothing perverted about it at all. ^__^
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