[fic snippet] WiP: Kaito 2.0
Oct. 20th, 2004 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpFor Dogmatix, since she drew us really pretty art for it.
-yes, we are bribable.
Anyway, just showing what more we've got on it. ^^;;
Sequel to "Humanitas ex Machina" (http://www.mischif.net/pine/robotosan.htm)
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Hakuba Saguru liked to think of himself as a logical, scientific person. He dealt with factors he could see, hear, touch, taste and measure.
So when his stomach clenched up before a heist, he figured it had it was some bad food that he had eaten earlier.
The fact that Nakamori was even more restless and irritable before the heist than usual did nothing to ease the feeling.
This nervousness transmitted itself to the rest of the Task Force and the crowds watching the heist, resulting in everyone acting high strung with uneasy tension.
So it was much to his relief when the thief showed up, stole what he had intended to, happily taunted the Task Force and disappeared into the night sky. Well, a dummy disappeared into the night sky, heading one direction as Hakuba followed a slip of a reversed shadow in the other direction, into the forest.
Because he was going to be the one to catch the Kid. Really he was. It had nothing to do with the queasy feeling that continued to make his stomach turn circles in his stomach.
Or the fact that said organ attempted to separate itself, along with his rapidly beating heart, from his body when he heard voices and the retort of gunfire. Something white fell from the sky, crashing and bouncing off of various trees on the way down to the ground.
The final crash made him wince, his skin flinching from the impact, but he ran faster, the bitter taste of horror filling his mouth.
Kid couldn't be dead. Please don't let him be dead...
The more logical portion of his brain countered the fluttering hope in his chest. The thief had just been -shot-, had fallen from several dozen metres from the -sky-, the -trees-, the -ground-. It wasn't like someone could just walk away unscathed from something like this.
Please don't let Kid be dead.
To say he was surprised when he heard movement where he had the Kid fall was an understatement. He froze; ducking behind a tree and slinking forward, in case it was whoever had shot at him.
However, Kid standing up and staggering through the trees went far beyond surprised and well into shocked.
At least until he -looked- at the thief.
The Kid stumbled; his violet eyes were wide and blank, like whatever personality kept the thief going was gone. Brain injury perhaps? It was a miracle that Kid was moving at all. The thief seemed to sense his presence, face turning towards him; one gloved hand reaching up, reaching out towards him. "Ha... Hakuba?"
Lost. Kid sounding so lost. Hakuba swallowed. "I'm here."
"I..." The Kid swayed a bit and Hakuba rushed forward to support him, supporting his left side. "I can't feel my arm..." Kid complained, his hand reaching towards his right arm.
Hakuba swallowed, bile rising in his throat. The arm was there, gloved hand at the end of it hanging limply.
The arm, however, was a broken twisted mass of metal and wires from just above the elbow down to the wrist. Kid moved to touch it, as if to verify to himself that what he was seeing was the truth. Hakuba caught the good wrist. "Don't touch it." He snapped. There was no reason to inflict further injury.
And they both needed to get out of here before the people who shot Kid in the first place showed up.
"Hakuba...What..." Kid rasped. "... going to do now?"
It was unclear if Kid was asking what Hakuba was going to do, what they were going to do or what Kid was going to do. Hakuba wasn't all that sure if Kid knew what he was asking at this point, period.
He gave a brief sigh, almost more of a thoughtful huff. What was he going to do? He had the Kid, dead to rights.
He pinched his eyes shut and shrugged, getting a better grip on the thief. "Come on." He said, escorting the thief away.
It was the only humane thing to do.
-To Be Continued-
-yes, we are bribable.
Anyway, just showing what more we've got on it. ^^;;
Sequel to "Humanitas ex Machina" (http://www.mischif.net/pine/robotosan.htm)
+++
Hakuba Saguru liked to think of himself as a logical, scientific person. He dealt with factors he could see, hear, touch, taste and measure.
So when his stomach clenched up before a heist, he figured it had it was some bad food that he had eaten earlier.
The fact that Nakamori was even more restless and irritable before the heist than usual did nothing to ease the feeling.
This nervousness transmitted itself to the rest of the Task Force and the crowds watching the heist, resulting in everyone acting high strung with uneasy tension.
So it was much to his relief when the thief showed up, stole what he had intended to, happily taunted the Task Force and disappeared into the night sky. Well, a dummy disappeared into the night sky, heading one direction as Hakuba followed a slip of a reversed shadow in the other direction, into the forest.
Because he was going to be the one to catch the Kid. Really he was. It had nothing to do with the queasy feeling that continued to make his stomach turn circles in his stomach.
Or the fact that said organ attempted to separate itself, along with his rapidly beating heart, from his body when he heard voices and the retort of gunfire. Something white fell from the sky, crashing and bouncing off of various trees on the way down to the ground.
The final crash made him wince, his skin flinching from the impact, but he ran faster, the bitter taste of horror filling his mouth.
Kid couldn't be dead. Please don't let him be dead...
The more logical portion of his brain countered the fluttering hope in his chest. The thief had just been -shot-, had fallen from several dozen metres from the -sky-, the -trees-, the -ground-. It wasn't like someone could just walk away unscathed from something like this.
Please don't let Kid be dead.
To say he was surprised when he heard movement where he had the Kid fall was an understatement. He froze; ducking behind a tree and slinking forward, in case it was whoever had shot at him.
However, Kid standing up and staggering through the trees went far beyond surprised and well into shocked.
At least until he -looked- at the thief.
The Kid stumbled; his violet eyes were wide and blank, like whatever personality kept the thief going was gone. Brain injury perhaps? It was a miracle that Kid was moving at all. The thief seemed to sense his presence, face turning towards him; one gloved hand reaching up, reaching out towards him. "Ha... Hakuba?"
Lost. Kid sounding so lost. Hakuba swallowed. "I'm here."
"I..." The Kid swayed a bit and Hakuba rushed forward to support him, supporting his left side. "I can't feel my arm..." Kid complained, his hand reaching towards his right arm.
Hakuba swallowed, bile rising in his throat. The arm was there, gloved hand at the end of it hanging limply.
The arm, however, was a broken twisted mass of metal and wires from just above the elbow down to the wrist. Kid moved to touch it, as if to verify to himself that what he was seeing was the truth. Hakuba caught the good wrist. "Don't touch it." He snapped. There was no reason to inflict further injury.
And they both needed to get out of here before the people who shot Kid in the first place showed up.
"Hakuba...What..." Kid rasped. "... going to do now?"
It was unclear if Kid was asking what Hakuba was going to do, what they were going to do or what Kid was going to do. Hakuba wasn't all that sure if Kid knew what he was asking at this point, period.
He gave a brief sigh, almost more of a thoughtful huff. What was he going to do? He had the Kid, dead to rights.
He pinched his eyes shut and shrugged, getting a better grip on the thief. "Come on." He said, escorting the thief away.
It was the only humane thing to do.
-To Be Continued-
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Re: Gah!
Date: 2004-10-23 03:25 pm (UTC)Next part is questioning the humanity part. *shivers*
Not looking forward to it.