[fic] SoG: Falling Down
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ickaimpIcka!: "-and groping butts takes the angst outta a lot of things."
>_<
-Talking to MOrgan last night about the plot of the next chapter, since the angst just seems to continue. See stupid line above for hope that the trend will not continue.
....
That doesn't necessarily mean that there -will- be groping of butts in the next one, we still haven't written it... um.
Shutting up now. ^^;;
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He couldn't find Sir Stinky.
It was a minor annoyance, really. On top of several other rather large annoyances. Such as waking up late and missing the Narita express to the airport by a large margin. Which translated to missing his flight. And there was this persistent dryness in his mouth that wouldn't go away that was vaguely familiar.
But missing his good luck charm in addition to everything else was making him want to pull his hair.
The particularly jarring contrast of the last time he had packed for Europe and this time also left a particularly foul taste in his mouth. He hadn't been able to get a hold of Kuroba at all. He and his mother had apparently disappeared off the face of the map. Koizumi and Aoko were similarly gone, but they were taking a vacation in the States, the witch having talked Aoko into visiting 'Sin City'. The thought of Koizumi in Las Vegas quite frankly terrified him.
But it was still better than picturing them at Disneyland. Koizumi and that many fuzzy animals... Brrrrr...
Inspector Nakamori was also gone, off on some police retreat that his own father was attending.
He hadn't quite realised just how much he had grown accustomed to having people around until they all left. Kid hadn't made any further appearances, either publicly or privately either. Kudo had also called him up this morning wanting to know if Kid was going to get around to returning the heist. It was enough to make him want to scream.
He took a deep breath, inhaling from the nose, exhaling from the mouth a few times to calm down. He could get through this. He could get through this.
With a muttered curse, checked his pockets for his wallet, pocketwatch and identification, grabbed a coat and stalked downstairs. He could think better at his Grandfather's laboratory. Not feeling much up to putting a polite face to the public on, he took the back route, cutting through the trees and a hole in the wall that his family had been talking for years about fixing, down an alley and into the back of the building, heading towards his laboratory room there.
It was a nice thing that his father's house and Grandfather's research facility were so close. He checked his watch as he stepped inside, sighing as he realised that the plane had already taken off and was probably well out of Japanese waters. Well, hopefully he could reschedule the flight without too much of a fine or something.
"Hey, Hirokini-kun." He called as he shut the door to his small lab behind him. The computer bank suddenly light up. "You seen Kid today?"
"SAGURU-NIICHAN!!!" If Hirokini had a body, he got the feeling that he would be finding himself being tackled to the ground by a small tearful boy. "YOU'RE OKAY!!"
"Hirokini-kun?" He rested a hand on top of the monitor, hitting the button to turn it on. "What's wrong? What happened?"
An internet browser window popped up, showing a media clip of a plane's engine suddenly exploding, the plane crashing into the water. A sick sensation twisted his gut. "Hirokini.... Don't tell me..."
"I thought you..." There was a sniffing sound from the speakers. "That was your flight, Saguru-niichan."
He sank down into the computer chair, grateful that the wheels didn't cause it to slide out from under him. He'd had a window seat as well, right over the wing. The same wing that had just been ripped off. "How many dead?" He asked, aware of the harsh whisper of his voice.
"Just one so far. Sucking chest injury." Hirokini said softly. "Several injured, but they're still rescuing people from the waters. The flight was about half full."
Thank god for small miracles. "Any word on the deceased?"
Lights flashed, the machines making a thoughtful sound. "I know what seat he was in..." Audio logs. Hirokini was probably keeping an ear on the police and rescue chatter as they spoke. "Can I check the airport logs?"
"Yes." Hirokini was a master hacker, being of cyberspace himself. But none of their triumvirate was particularly enthralled with the idea of the youngest breaking the law. Hirokini was quite happy to stay out of everyone's radar, thank you very much.
More windows opened and closed by themselves, blocking the pictures of rescue efforts, data scrolling by faster than Hakuba could track. He closed his eyes, leaning back in the chair, half afraid of what the answers were going to be.
"Found him." Windows closed as Hirokini brought up driver's license file, having taken the initiative to dip into the police system as well. Hakuba wasn't as annoyed with that as he might have been, he had official access to some files there due to the ongoing Kid investigation. "He was in the seat next to yours."
Hakuba took one look at the picture of the smiling blond man on the screen and barely made it to the waste bin in time to empty the contents of his stomach.
A complaint he'd heard in both Europe and Asia was that everyone of the opposite race looked alike. With plane half full, that meant that people were going to switch seats once they were in the air, to be more comfortable.
He was supposed to have had a window seat. Right next to the wing. Someone else had been killed because he was blond and in the wrong place.
The plane had been sabotaged to cover up what was supposed to be his murder. The mysterious men in black had no qualms about destroying both people and property to get what they wanted or cover up what they didn't want known. His stomach heaved again, but there was nothing left in his stomach but bile, leaving him with the dry heaves.
"Saguru-niichan?!" Hirokini's voice was worried and not a little bit scared.
"I'm okay." He gasped, his stomach heaved a few more times, then settled down. He turned around, leaning against the desk as he sat on the nice cool floor. "I'm okay, Hirokini-kun. Just give me a minute."
Machinery whirred in worry, but Hirokini was silent, giving him a minute to collect himself. He spotted something fuzzy under the desk. Frowning, he leaned over slightly, reaching out to grab it.
It was Sir Stinky.
He wasn't sure how the plushie elephant had arrived at the laboratory -Sir Stinky rarely left either his bedroom or the suitcase- but he wasn't about to question it too deeply at the moment. He cradled the familiar form against him, one hand stroking the plush. It gave him something to ground on.
And he had said that bad things happened when he travelled without the elephant.
He had a spare set of clothing here, plus extra funds. Plans began to form in his head. "Hirokini-kun." He finally said softly, slowly rising from the floor, his stomach still wobbly from the recent expulsion. "Remember those plans I was talking about yesterday? The just in case ones?"
"Yeah?"
"Just in case just happened."
He had somewhere between a few hours and few days before the mix up got figured out and someone somewhere realised that he wasn't the one that was dead. It would probably be best to operate under the assumption that they already knew and all the Hakuba grounds were under surveillance.
Hageta-san, one of the lab assistants, kept a bottle of brush-on hair colour in his locker for when he was going on a date and couldn't go home first. The dye was dark brown, which would help him blend in. "I need you to burn all the information we have to disk, then burn a second disk, full of dummy information." The first he would take with him, the second was to be left here. "Then call an exterminator, have this place shut down for a few days."
"The silverfish here are bad anyway." Hirokini agreed, machinery making purposeful sounds. Hakuba pulled out some burnable DVD disks -which held more information then a regular burnable CD- and stuck the first one in the computer's burner. After the data was burned to disk, Hirokini would scatter the information on the world wide web for retrieval later and Hakuba would format the hard drives that the data was stored on. Which wasn't too big of a deterrent to some people, but was to most. He also had a feeling that the young A.I. would be leaving a present or two in the way of viruses.
Then the dangerous step -Hirokini himself would return to the net. They were both in agreement that they didn't want the mysterious organization, or anyone else for that matter, to get their hands on him. Which is why Hakuba was not taking any part of Hirokini's programming with him. When Hakuba had access to a computer and the net, he would contact Hirokini through an e-mail account and go from there.
Hakuba pulled out his copies of the master keys that he wasn't supposed to have and headed towards the lockers, grimacing as to what he was about to do to his hair. He wasn't a master of disguise like some people he knew, but he could get by in a pinch.
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"Jodie Saintemillion?" The blond teacher probably wouldn't have recognised Hakuba even without the flimsy disguise. The dark brown hair colour had worked, darkening his hair. Add his glasses, a bit of a slouch to hide his height and a battered backpack from lost and found containing a change of clothing and Sir Stinky slung over one shoulder, he blended in fairly well with the high school crowd. At least he hoped. He hadn't seen or sensed anyone following him but that wasn't saying much.
She looked at him, expression puzzled. "Yes?" Her accent was a bit off for pure American. She'd been spending too much time here if she was picking up the speech patterns.
He smiled gamely at the FBI agent, holding out a hand and hoping this worked. "Saguru Hakuba." He said, sticking with English. "We need to talk about the secret that makes a woman, a woman."
-fin-
Oh, Po'e... I figured out the perfect name. Forget Sagittarius - Binky!!!
>_<
-Talking to MOrgan last night about the plot of the next chapter, since the angst just seems to continue. See stupid line above for hope that the trend will not continue.
....
That doesn't necessarily mean that there -will- be groping of butts in the next one, we still haven't written it... um.
Shutting up now. ^^;;
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He couldn't find Sir Stinky.
It was a minor annoyance, really. On top of several other rather large annoyances. Such as waking up late and missing the Narita express to the airport by a large margin. Which translated to missing his flight. And there was this persistent dryness in his mouth that wouldn't go away that was vaguely familiar.
But missing his good luck charm in addition to everything else was making him want to pull his hair.
The particularly jarring contrast of the last time he had packed for Europe and this time also left a particularly foul taste in his mouth. He hadn't been able to get a hold of Kuroba at all. He and his mother had apparently disappeared off the face of the map. Koizumi and Aoko were similarly gone, but they were taking a vacation in the States, the witch having talked Aoko into visiting 'Sin City'. The thought of Koizumi in Las Vegas quite frankly terrified him.
But it was still better than picturing them at Disneyland. Koizumi and that many fuzzy animals... Brrrrr...
Inspector Nakamori was also gone, off on some police retreat that his own father was attending.
He hadn't quite realised just how much he had grown accustomed to having people around until they all left. Kid hadn't made any further appearances, either publicly or privately either. Kudo had also called him up this morning wanting to know if Kid was going to get around to returning the heist. It was enough to make him want to scream.
He took a deep breath, inhaling from the nose, exhaling from the mouth a few times to calm down. He could get through this. He could get through this.
With a muttered curse, checked his pockets for his wallet, pocketwatch and identification, grabbed a coat and stalked downstairs. He could think better at his Grandfather's laboratory. Not feeling much up to putting a polite face to the public on, he took the back route, cutting through the trees and a hole in the wall that his family had been talking for years about fixing, down an alley and into the back of the building, heading towards his laboratory room there.
It was a nice thing that his father's house and Grandfather's research facility were so close. He checked his watch as he stepped inside, sighing as he realised that the plane had already taken off and was probably well out of Japanese waters. Well, hopefully he could reschedule the flight without too much of a fine or something.
"Hey, Hirokini-kun." He called as he shut the door to his small lab behind him. The computer bank suddenly light up. "You seen Kid today?"
"SAGURU-NIICHAN!!!" If Hirokini had a body, he got the feeling that he would be finding himself being tackled to the ground by a small tearful boy. "YOU'RE OKAY!!"
"Hirokini-kun?" He rested a hand on top of the monitor, hitting the button to turn it on. "What's wrong? What happened?"
An internet browser window popped up, showing a media clip of a plane's engine suddenly exploding, the plane crashing into the water. A sick sensation twisted his gut. "Hirokini.... Don't tell me..."
"I thought you..." There was a sniffing sound from the speakers. "That was your flight, Saguru-niichan."
He sank down into the computer chair, grateful that the wheels didn't cause it to slide out from under him. He'd had a window seat as well, right over the wing. The same wing that had just been ripped off. "How many dead?" He asked, aware of the harsh whisper of his voice.
"Just one so far. Sucking chest injury." Hirokini said softly. "Several injured, but they're still rescuing people from the waters. The flight was about half full."
Thank god for small miracles. "Any word on the deceased?"
Lights flashed, the machines making a thoughtful sound. "I know what seat he was in..." Audio logs. Hirokini was probably keeping an ear on the police and rescue chatter as they spoke. "Can I check the airport logs?"
"Yes." Hirokini was a master hacker, being of cyberspace himself. But none of their triumvirate was particularly enthralled with the idea of the youngest breaking the law. Hirokini was quite happy to stay out of everyone's radar, thank you very much.
More windows opened and closed by themselves, blocking the pictures of rescue efforts, data scrolling by faster than Hakuba could track. He closed his eyes, leaning back in the chair, half afraid of what the answers were going to be.
"Found him." Windows closed as Hirokini brought up driver's license file, having taken the initiative to dip into the police system as well. Hakuba wasn't as annoyed with that as he might have been, he had official access to some files there due to the ongoing Kid investigation. "He was in the seat next to yours."
Hakuba took one look at the picture of the smiling blond man on the screen and barely made it to the waste bin in time to empty the contents of his stomach.
A complaint he'd heard in both Europe and Asia was that everyone of the opposite race looked alike. With plane half full, that meant that people were going to switch seats once they were in the air, to be more comfortable.
He was supposed to have had a window seat. Right next to the wing. Someone else had been killed because he was blond and in the wrong place.
The plane had been sabotaged to cover up what was supposed to be his murder. The mysterious men in black had no qualms about destroying both people and property to get what they wanted or cover up what they didn't want known. His stomach heaved again, but there was nothing left in his stomach but bile, leaving him with the dry heaves.
"Saguru-niichan?!" Hirokini's voice was worried and not a little bit scared.
"I'm okay." He gasped, his stomach heaved a few more times, then settled down. He turned around, leaning against the desk as he sat on the nice cool floor. "I'm okay, Hirokini-kun. Just give me a minute."
Machinery whirred in worry, but Hirokini was silent, giving him a minute to collect himself. He spotted something fuzzy under the desk. Frowning, he leaned over slightly, reaching out to grab it.
It was Sir Stinky.
He wasn't sure how the plushie elephant had arrived at the laboratory -Sir Stinky rarely left either his bedroom or the suitcase- but he wasn't about to question it too deeply at the moment. He cradled the familiar form against him, one hand stroking the plush. It gave him something to ground on.
And he had said that bad things happened when he travelled without the elephant.
He had a spare set of clothing here, plus extra funds. Plans began to form in his head. "Hirokini-kun." He finally said softly, slowly rising from the floor, his stomach still wobbly from the recent expulsion. "Remember those plans I was talking about yesterday? The just in case ones?"
"Yeah?"
"Just in case just happened."
He had somewhere between a few hours and few days before the mix up got figured out and someone somewhere realised that he wasn't the one that was dead. It would probably be best to operate under the assumption that they already knew and all the Hakuba grounds were under surveillance.
Hageta-san, one of the lab assistants, kept a bottle of brush-on hair colour in his locker for when he was going on a date and couldn't go home first. The dye was dark brown, which would help him blend in. "I need you to burn all the information we have to disk, then burn a second disk, full of dummy information." The first he would take with him, the second was to be left here. "Then call an exterminator, have this place shut down for a few days."
"The silverfish here are bad anyway." Hirokini agreed, machinery making purposeful sounds. Hakuba pulled out some burnable DVD disks -which held more information then a regular burnable CD- and stuck the first one in the computer's burner. After the data was burned to disk, Hirokini would scatter the information on the world wide web for retrieval later and Hakuba would format the hard drives that the data was stored on. Which wasn't too big of a deterrent to some people, but was to most. He also had a feeling that the young A.I. would be leaving a present or two in the way of viruses.
Then the dangerous step -Hirokini himself would return to the net. They were both in agreement that they didn't want the mysterious organization, or anyone else for that matter, to get their hands on him. Which is why Hakuba was not taking any part of Hirokini's programming with him. When Hakuba had access to a computer and the net, he would contact Hirokini through an e-mail account and go from there.
Hakuba pulled out his copies of the master keys that he wasn't supposed to have and headed towards the lockers, grimacing as to what he was about to do to his hair. He wasn't a master of disguise like some people he knew, but he could get by in a pinch.
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"Jodie Saintemillion?" The blond teacher probably wouldn't have recognised Hakuba even without the flimsy disguise. The dark brown hair colour had worked, darkening his hair. Add his glasses, a bit of a slouch to hide his height and a battered backpack from lost and found containing a change of clothing and Sir Stinky slung over one shoulder, he blended in fairly well with the high school crowd. At least he hoped. He hadn't seen or sensed anyone following him but that wasn't saying much.
She looked at him, expression puzzled. "Yes?" Her accent was a bit off for pure American. She'd been spending too much time here if she was picking up the speech patterns.
He smiled gamely at the FBI agent, holding out a hand and hoping this worked. "Saguru Hakuba." He said, sticking with English. "We need to talk about the secret that makes a woman, a woman."
-fin-
Oh, Po'e... I figured out the perfect name. Forget Sagittarius - Binky!!!
