[WiP] PYP: For Family TEASER
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ickaimpYsabet asked that we post some of part 3 up. Then more people asked for more PYP, so we're unfriending it for everyone to see.
There are some errors to fix, but at the moment we're focusing more on connecting scenes together than anything else. ^^;;
+++ For Family +++
Conan was bored. Bone numbing bored. Lethargically bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.
Which meant that his traitorous mind had a chance to worry over things.
He -hated- when it got slow at the Mouri's.
A dove landed on the windowsill he was leaning against and he lazily moved to swat it away when he noticed something peculiar about this particular bird.
It had a note attached to it's leg.
"Psst." He opened the window and wiggled his fingers at the white dove. "Here, birdie, birdie... Nice birdie..."
The bird cocked its head, then shook its feathers at him before ambling over. He carefully grabbed it, and it allowed itself to be manhandled as he untied the slim folded piece of paper from around its leg. As soon as he set it down, it spread its wings and flew off again, a small cooing sound as it did so.
He watched it fly off, and was surprised to notice that instead of taking off into the air, it flew towards the street, to disappear in the shadows under an awning. He frowned and unfolded the note.
"Can you come out and play-?" He blinked as he read the note out loud. "Play?!"
From the corner of his eye, he noticed a shadow separate itself from where the dove had vanished, then form itself into Kuroba Kaito, Hattori's grinning cousin.
Kuroba pulled a hand out of his jeans pocket and waved to him, before turning and casually walking down the street, message clear. Come follow.
"Ran-neechan!" Conan shouted, jumping out of his seat and scrambling towards the door, grabbing his jacket along the way. "I'm going out to play!"
"Conan-kun?" He barely saw her poker her head out of the doorway of the kitchen before he had his shoes slipped on and tied and was running down the hallway, wrestling his jacket on. "Conan-kun!"
He sent her a silent apology as he took off jogging down the street, spotting Kuroba's wild hair about a block down the road. Kuroba glanced back and waved before continuing on. He sped up to a quick trot, careful to keep the other teen in eye shot as Kuroba lead him down the streets, always careful to keep a slight lead on him.
A few times he thought for sure he'd lost the other boy, but ever time Kuroba would simply reappear, hands in his pockets, a smile on his face, then would walk off again. This continued for until he finally found Kuroba waiting for him at a local park, standing beside a park bench, two canned beverages in his hands. His face lit into a broad grin as he spotted him.
"Thought I'd lost you there for a moment." Kuroba smiled, tossing one of the cans towards him. "Careful, it's still a little warm. Coffee, right? Black?"
"Uh... yeah." He caught the can out of mid air and checked the label. One of his favourites. "Thanks."
"Not a problem." Kuroba waved it off, plopping down on the bench with the same careless grace he'd shown at Hattori's house. "Grab a seat. I don't understand how you can drink that stuff without anything, really. Too bitter for me. Gimme hot chocolate any day." He held up his own beverage, which was, as stated, hot chocolate.
He really wanted to like Kuroba. Really he did. The wild-haired teen was quick witted and amusing to be around.
But then there were the small things that stuck out and set him on edge. Such as knowing how he liked coffee and what kind when he was sure he'd never drunk or mentioned it in front of Kuroba.
Or that fact that when he had mentioned his mother the one time they had met formally, Kuroba had been recognised her almost immediately.
Not Conan's Mother, the plump lady with black hair, but Shin'ichi's mother. Kudo Yukiko.
Which meant that Kuroba -knew- that he was Kudo Shin'ichi.
And he wasn't quite sure how to deal with that.
He took a seat anyway. So far Kuroba hadn't shown any signs of wanting to hurt him, but he remained on guard anyway.
Kuroba snickered at his reaction and took a sip of his drink. "Geez. If you're going to glare at me like that, Kudo-" He grinned and leaned down, tapping a finger on the bridge of his glasses. With a small 'Pon!' they vanished off his face. "-at least take off the glasses."
Conan blinked, his eyes wide. Panic flared up for a moment, but then Kuroba leaned back out of reach, looking amused at his reaction.
They sat there for a moment, his heart beating fast in his ribcage as his mind spun in frantic circles with how to deal with -this- latest development.
Finally he noticed his glasses sitting beside him, politely folded up as if he himself had just taken them off to clean them. He put them back on, feeling a small measure of his equilibrium restored. "I'm going to KILL Hattori." He finally declared.
Kuroba chuckled good-naturedly. "Ah, relax. Heiji never breathed a word. Well... aside from the calling you Kudo all the time thing, but by now I don't think anyone notices..."
"So you figured it out on your own." Conan winced internally. That came out a little harsher than expected.
"Yup." The response is relaxed and easy. Could be the truth or a really good lie. "But, Heiji did ask me to talk to you today."
Now there's some tension in the taller boy. The face doesn't change, and the hands remain steady, but the shoulder muscles bunch slightly. "About-" Conan's question got cut off quickly.
"Nope."
Conan's brows came down in a frown. "What?"
The manic grin returned as the magician held up a handful of cards, spread out like a fan. "Well... did you know that playing cards were originally used as Tarot? Clubs were Wands or Batons, Hearts were Cups, Diamonds were known as Pentacles or Coins and Spades were originally Swords. So..." The cards were shuffled, moving like a blur between two nimble hands, before being offered in the palm of an open hand in a neat orderly stack. "Would you like your fortune read?"
Conan was less than impressed. He expressed this with a dry expression and a raised eyebrow.
"I didn't think so." The cards flew through the air, being reshuffled. Kuroba's tone was light as the cards formed different shapes in the air, like they were being juggled. Arcs, circles, figure eights, different sounds and patterns to all of them.
"Heiji said that business was slow for you currently, which meant that you were prone to either brooding, which is dangerous, or finding something to do, which is equally dangerous. So he convinced me to give you something to keep your mind occupied and out of looking for trouble."
"You mean besides figuring out how you know who I am, before putting a soccer ball in your head?"
"... maybe some other time." Was the flippant reply. "But for now, it's time for part of a story."
"Part?"
"Well... the rest is up to you, if you find it interesting enough." Kuroba flashed him cheeky smile. "If not, that's up to you too."
"You know, I think I liked you better when you weren't trying to be cryptic." Conan commented.
"I'll take that as a complement. But now... it's story time."
Conan rolled his eyes, but resigned himself to the story. If nothing else, he had his shoes, a full can of coffee and his dart gun.
"Mukashi mukashi or Once Upon a Time, however you want to start the story, there was a group of people." A card was pulled out of the shifting deck and set between them. A Four of Clubs, also known as 'The Devil's Bedposts'. "-They weren't exactly the nicest of people, nor the politest. Bad hygiene aside, they decided that they needed some help. So to do that, they created a man based off of a fictional book character."
A second card was set above the Four of Clubs. The King of Diamonds. "Sherringford Holmes." Kuroba explained.
Conan raised an eyebrow.
"That didn't exactly work out, some flaws and what not, so they tried a second time." The King of Hearts was placed to the left of the Four of Clubs. "Sherlock Holmes, our main detective man himself. Which is where Fate threw in a joker."
A smiling joker was put on top of the Four of Clubs, crossing it. "Their second experiment resulted in not one, but two people. A mirror to Holmes, Arséné Lupin." The King of Clubs was set to the right of the crossed cards, mirroring the King of Hearts.
"Due to the unforeseen result of the... twins, a third and final experiment was created." The King of Spades was placed below the crossed cards, finishing the circle of cards. "Ellery Queen."
Conan scowled. "Wasn't Ellery Queen two people?"
"Yup." Kuroba grin was easy. "Creates for a bit of a split personality, wouldn't you think?"
"Hn." He leaned back. "And this story is supposed to make sense how?"
"They're all people you know." Kuroba gathered the placed cards back into his hands, and with a small *poof!* the deck disappeared. "And that's the end of my story." With a smooth easy motion, he grabbed his can of hot chocolate and rose.
"Catch you later, Kudo-an." The name was stretched out, an amalgam of Kudo and Conan. With a careless wave, the lanky teen started to walk away.
"Kuroba." He called out, pausing the other boy. "You're familiar. Have we... met before?"
Kuroba went completely still, one hand casually resting in his pockets, the other holding the can at his side. "Aa." He agreed. "Several times. But you've only ever seen my back."
A card was blindly tossed towards him with a flick of a hand, Conan catching it in surprise. "Find me when you're ready. Or bother Heiji, it's his idea anyway."
He glanced at the card that he'd caught. The King of Hearts, otherwise known as the Suicide King. "Don't you need this?"
"Nah." Kuroba tossed him a friendly grin, his non-coffee carrying 'empty' hand holding several boxes of cards between his fingers. "I've got spares. Take care of yourself, boya. And don't worry so much. I've kept your secrets this long, I'm not about to spill them now."
The magician walked off, and this time Conan didn't stop him.
+++ To Be Continued +++
Mukashi Mukashi = Japanese equivalent to 'Once upon a time"
Meanings I could find for Playing Cards as Tarot, plus the person that they represent in this fic:
Kudo Shin'ichi, King of Hearts. "A good-natured, fair-haired man. Good advice." (suicide king, he's stabbing his own head with a sword. He's currently kinda the king of broken hearts at the moment, too...)
Kuroba Kaito, King of Clubs. "King: An honest, generous and affectionate man. A dark-haired man." (batons = magic. Plus a club looks kinda like a clover, ne?)
Hakuba Saguru, King of Diamonds "A stubborn and influential man. A very fair-haired man." (diamonds can also mean money, his father's the highest ranking of the lot)
Hattori Heiji, King of Spades. "An ambitious and authoritative man. A very dark-haired man." (swords! XD)
Joker [optional]: New developments, fresh starts, taking a risk.
Can't remember why the Four of Clubs ("Changes for the worse. Lies and betrayal.") is the 'Devil's Bedposts', but it's used here to represent the B.O. - a very smelly organization. Hee hee hee
For those that do/understand tarot, the cards end up in a Southern Cross formation, just not laid out in the 'proper' order. (I can't do tarot, we completely fry the cards >P)
There is some debate if the Kings on the playing cards represent historical Kings. Don't know either way, but just for kicks, these are the Kings they supposedly represent:
King of Clubs - Alexander the Great of Macedonia
King of Spades - King David
King of Hearts - Charlemagne
King of Diamonds - Julius Caesar
... what? Us do research? Never!!! ^^
There are some errors to fix, but at the moment we're focusing more on connecting scenes together than anything else. ^^;;
+++ For Family +++
Conan was bored. Bone numbing bored. Lethargically bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.
Which meant that his traitorous mind had a chance to worry over things.
He -hated- when it got slow at the Mouri's.
A dove landed on the windowsill he was leaning against and he lazily moved to swat it away when he noticed something peculiar about this particular bird.
It had a note attached to it's leg.
"Psst." He opened the window and wiggled his fingers at the white dove. "Here, birdie, birdie... Nice birdie..."
The bird cocked its head, then shook its feathers at him before ambling over. He carefully grabbed it, and it allowed itself to be manhandled as he untied the slim folded piece of paper from around its leg. As soon as he set it down, it spread its wings and flew off again, a small cooing sound as it did so.
He watched it fly off, and was surprised to notice that instead of taking off into the air, it flew towards the street, to disappear in the shadows under an awning. He frowned and unfolded the note.
"Can you come out and play-?" He blinked as he read the note out loud. "Play?!"
From the corner of his eye, he noticed a shadow separate itself from where the dove had vanished, then form itself into Kuroba Kaito, Hattori's grinning cousin.
Kuroba pulled a hand out of his jeans pocket and waved to him, before turning and casually walking down the street, message clear. Come follow.
"Ran-neechan!" Conan shouted, jumping out of his seat and scrambling towards the door, grabbing his jacket along the way. "I'm going out to play!"
"Conan-kun?" He barely saw her poker her head out of the doorway of the kitchen before he had his shoes slipped on and tied and was running down the hallway, wrestling his jacket on. "Conan-kun!"
He sent her a silent apology as he took off jogging down the street, spotting Kuroba's wild hair about a block down the road. Kuroba glanced back and waved before continuing on. He sped up to a quick trot, careful to keep the other teen in eye shot as Kuroba lead him down the streets, always careful to keep a slight lead on him.
A few times he thought for sure he'd lost the other boy, but ever time Kuroba would simply reappear, hands in his pockets, a smile on his face, then would walk off again. This continued for until he finally found Kuroba waiting for him at a local park, standing beside a park bench, two canned beverages in his hands. His face lit into a broad grin as he spotted him.
"Thought I'd lost you there for a moment." Kuroba smiled, tossing one of the cans towards him. "Careful, it's still a little warm. Coffee, right? Black?"
"Uh... yeah." He caught the can out of mid air and checked the label. One of his favourites. "Thanks."
"Not a problem." Kuroba waved it off, plopping down on the bench with the same careless grace he'd shown at Hattori's house. "Grab a seat. I don't understand how you can drink that stuff without anything, really. Too bitter for me. Gimme hot chocolate any day." He held up his own beverage, which was, as stated, hot chocolate.
He really wanted to like Kuroba. Really he did. The wild-haired teen was quick witted and amusing to be around.
But then there were the small things that stuck out and set him on edge. Such as knowing how he liked coffee and what kind when he was sure he'd never drunk or mentioned it in front of Kuroba.
Or that fact that when he had mentioned his mother the one time they had met formally, Kuroba had been recognised her almost immediately.
Not Conan's Mother, the plump lady with black hair, but Shin'ichi's mother. Kudo Yukiko.
Which meant that Kuroba -knew- that he was Kudo Shin'ichi.
And he wasn't quite sure how to deal with that.
He took a seat anyway. So far Kuroba hadn't shown any signs of wanting to hurt him, but he remained on guard anyway.
Kuroba snickered at his reaction and took a sip of his drink. "Geez. If you're going to glare at me like that, Kudo-" He grinned and leaned down, tapping a finger on the bridge of his glasses. With a small 'Pon!' they vanished off his face. "-at least take off the glasses."
Conan blinked, his eyes wide. Panic flared up for a moment, but then Kuroba leaned back out of reach, looking amused at his reaction.
They sat there for a moment, his heart beating fast in his ribcage as his mind spun in frantic circles with how to deal with -this- latest development.
Finally he noticed his glasses sitting beside him, politely folded up as if he himself had just taken them off to clean them. He put them back on, feeling a small measure of his equilibrium restored. "I'm going to KILL Hattori." He finally declared.
Kuroba chuckled good-naturedly. "Ah, relax. Heiji never breathed a word. Well... aside from the calling you Kudo all the time thing, but by now I don't think anyone notices..."
"So you figured it out on your own." Conan winced internally. That came out a little harsher than expected.
"Yup." The response is relaxed and easy. Could be the truth or a really good lie. "But, Heiji did ask me to talk to you today."
Now there's some tension in the taller boy. The face doesn't change, and the hands remain steady, but the shoulder muscles bunch slightly. "About-" Conan's question got cut off quickly.
"Nope."
Conan's brows came down in a frown. "What?"
The manic grin returned as the magician held up a handful of cards, spread out like a fan. "Well... did you know that playing cards were originally used as Tarot? Clubs were Wands or Batons, Hearts were Cups, Diamonds were known as Pentacles or Coins and Spades were originally Swords. So..." The cards were shuffled, moving like a blur between two nimble hands, before being offered in the palm of an open hand in a neat orderly stack. "Would you like your fortune read?"
Conan was less than impressed. He expressed this with a dry expression and a raised eyebrow.
"I didn't think so." The cards flew through the air, being reshuffled. Kuroba's tone was light as the cards formed different shapes in the air, like they were being juggled. Arcs, circles, figure eights, different sounds and patterns to all of them.
"Heiji said that business was slow for you currently, which meant that you were prone to either brooding, which is dangerous, or finding something to do, which is equally dangerous. So he convinced me to give you something to keep your mind occupied and out of looking for trouble."
"You mean besides figuring out how you know who I am, before putting a soccer ball in your head?"
"... maybe some other time." Was the flippant reply. "But for now, it's time for part of a story."
"Part?"
"Well... the rest is up to you, if you find it interesting enough." Kuroba flashed him cheeky smile. "If not, that's up to you too."
"You know, I think I liked you better when you weren't trying to be cryptic." Conan commented.
"I'll take that as a complement. But now... it's story time."
Conan rolled his eyes, but resigned himself to the story. If nothing else, he had his shoes, a full can of coffee and his dart gun.
"Mukashi mukashi or Once Upon a Time, however you want to start the story, there was a group of people." A card was pulled out of the shifting deck and set between them. A Four of Clubs, also known as 'The Devil's Bedposts'. "-They weren't exactly the nicest of people, nor the politest. Bad hygiene aside, they decided that they needed some help. So to do that, they created a man based off of a fictional book character."
A second card was set above the Four of Clubs. The King of Diamonds. "Sherringford Holmes." Kuroba explained.
Conan raised an eyebrow.
"That didn't exactly work out, some flaws and what not, so they tried a second time." The King of Hearts was placed to the left of the Four of Clubs. "Sherlock Holmes, our main detective man himself. Which is where Fate threw in a joker."
A smiling joker was put on top of the Four of Clubs, crossing it. "Their second experiment resulted in not one, but two people. A mirror to Holmes, Arséné Lupin." The King of Clubs was set to the right of the crossed cards, mirroring the King of Hearts.
"Due to the unforeseen result of the... twins, a third and final experiment was created." The King of Spades was placed below the crossed cards, finishing the circle of cards. "Ellery Queen."
Conan scowled. "Wasn't Ellery Queen two people?"
"Yup." Kuroba grin was easy. "Creates for a bit of a split personality, wouldn't you think?"
"Hn." He leaned back. "And this story is supposed to make sense how?"
"They're all people you know." Kuroba gathered the placed cards back into his hands, and with a small *poof!* the deck disappeared. "And that's the end of my story." With a smooth easy motion, he grabbed his can of hot chocolate and rose.
"Catch you later, Kudo-an." The name was stretched out, an amalgam of Kudo and Conan. With a careless wave, the lanky teen started to walk away.
"Kuroba." He called out, pausing the other boy. "You're familiar. Have we... met before?"
Kuroba went completely still, one hand casually resting in his pockets, the other holding the can at his side. "Aa." He agreed. "Several times. But you've only ever seen my back."
A card was blindly tossed towards him with a flick of a hand, Conan catching it in surprise. "Find me when you're ready. Or bother Heiji, it's his idea anyway."
He glanced at the card that he'd caught. The King of Hearts, otherwise known as the Suicide King. "Don't you need this?"
"Nah." Kuroba tossed him a friendly grin, his non-coffee carrying 'empty' hand holding several boxes of cards between his fingers. "I've got spares. Take care of yourself, boya. And don't worry so much. I've kept your secrets this long, I'm not about to spill them now."
The magician walked off, and this time Conan didn't stop him.
+++ To Be Continued +++
Mukashi Mukashi = Japanese equivalent to 'Once upon a time"
Meanings I could find for Playing Cards as Tarot, plus the person that they represent in this fic:
Kudo Shin'ichi, King of Hearts. "A good-natured, fair-haired man. Good advice." (suicide king, he's stabbing his own head with a sword. He's currently kinda the king of broken hearts at the moment, too...)
Kuroba Kaito, King of Clubs. "King: An honest, generous and affectionate man. A dark-haired man." (batons = magic. Plus a club looks kinda like a clover, ne?)
Hakuba Saguru, King of Diamonds "A stubborn and influential man. A very fair-haired man." (diamonds can also mean money, his father's the highest ranking of the lot)
Hattori Heiji, King of Spades. "An ambitious and authoritative man. A very dark-haired man." (swords! XD)
Joker [optional]: New developments, fresh starts, taking a risk.
Can't remember why the Four of Clubs ("Changes for the worse. Lies and betrayal.") is the 'Devil's Bedposts', but it's used here to represent the B.O. - a very smelly organization. Hee hee hee
For those that do/understand tarot, the cards end up in a Southern Cross formation, just not laid out in the 'proper' order. (I can't do tarot, we completely fry the cards >P)
There is some debate if the Kings on the playing cards represent historical Kings. Don't know either way, but just for kicks, these are the Kings they supposedly represent:
King of Clubs - Alexander the Great of Macedonia
King of Spades - King David
King of Hearts - Charlemagne
King of Diamonds - Julius Caesar
... what? Us do research? Never!!! ^^
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Date: 2005-03-25 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-25 10:26 pm (UTC)... does the laying out of the cards make sense? Was worried about that...
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Date: 2005-03-25 10:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-25 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-25 08:46 pm (UTC)I remember reading that in John Bellair's The House With A Clock In Its Walls. (I couldn't swear by the name's spelling -_-)
I'm either very, very good at Tarot, or very, very bad ^^; Can't tell which, which is why I've stopped playing with it.
Hee hee hee, Conan's gonna figure it out~ ^___^ *amused*
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Date: 2005-03-25 10:25 pm (UTC)I've got the ending part of Conan figuring it out written, just not the beginning of it. #^^# Let's just say is not a happy. Pt. 2 of PYP is really the comic interlude...
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Date: 2005-03-26 12:10 am (UTC)*flyingtackleglomp*
Date: 2005-03-26 02:06 am (UTC)This was niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. Icka, I know zip about tarot, but your explanations were very clear. *laughs* Kuroba is really playing with fire with all his tips - hope he plans on using Hattori as a shield when Kudo figures things out!
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Date: 2005-04-01 06:33 am (UTC)Glad Conan let the dove go too.
More please.
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Date: 2005-04-09 07:22 pm (UTC)More! ::bounce::
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Date: 2005-04-16 02:07 am (UTC)