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ickaimpAbout two and a half years ago, we wrote a fic series that gave Hakuba a stuft plushie elephant that he slept with at night because we couldn't understand the character.
One year and a day ago, we began a fic we were intending to show only three, maybe four people because it was a slashy fic with an odd pairing.
Wednesday night, the plushie elephant became a good-sized plot point in the slashy fic we started a year ago.
WTF?!
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Sir Stinky had a brain.
Hakuba was rather certain that the stuft plushie elephant had never had a brain before, but there was one in the fuzzy head now, about the size of a small walnut.
There were also some irregular stitches on the back of the head that he hadn't seen in his fifteen years of carrying the elephant around, meaning that the introduction of the brain was fairly recent.
After some thought, he decided against verifying what exactly Sir Stinky's brain was composed out of. For one thing, if he knew what exactly was going on in Sir Stinky's head, he'd eventually be forced to tell his current cohorts in crime what it was.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Jodie Saintemillion or Akai Shuichi, but if either of the FBI agents knew about the jewel, they'd have to report it to their superior officers. Which would mean that the Pandora Gem would no longer be a myth, but cold hard reality. And if it were this dangerous as a myth, he did not want to imagine what would happen if it was revealed as real. The death count would be astronomical. Not just from people trying to get their hands on it, but from idiots attempting to use the blood fed cursed thing.
Too much medicine was a poison. Especially if you didn't need it.
In the meantime, he had enough to keep his hands full without worrying about what was going on with the elephant. Ms. Saintemillion --he couldn't quite convince himself to call her 'Jodie' despite her best efforts-- had been sceptical when he had first introduced himself and explained his situation. It had taking some convincing and revealing of more information than he would had liked, but she finally had been convinced of his sincerity.
From things she had verified everything with her partner Ariade --he finally understood Kudo's comment about 'Ariade-sensei' the first night chibi detective stopped by-- and a rather rough around the edges agent, Akai. He got along with Akai's quiet manner better than Ms. Saintemillion rather boisterous persona. Her accent was also a bit grating to his ear, however nice it was to talk with someone who knew fluent English for a change of pace.
It had taken even more convincing to talk them into allowing him to work with them, patching their information together with his information, instead of just smuggling him out of the country. But he was familiar with the mysterious organization, or 'Black Ops' as they were nicknamed, patterns and was able to piece together things they had missed. After all, they didn't have access to the information that the former Miyano Shiho did, insider's information.
As a gratitude to Hattori Heiji for convincing her to help him, without mentioning the Kaitou Kid, he sent Toyama Kazuha a message warning both Hattori and Kudo to keep their heads down for a while. He'd signed the anonymous letter as 'Binky', hoping that no one in the Black Ops were familiar with Terry Prachett's Discworld novels, even though the first four of the series and eight other books had been translated to Japanese.
Binky - The White Horse that Death rode on. Rather fitting for a supposedly dead White Horse.
And he was dead, as far as the majority of the population knew. He'd spent his summer hidden away in an apartment with Hirokini, working with the FBI and several other agencies to put together the information to take down the Black Ops. If it wasn't for the workouts with Akai whenever the quiet man showed up, he probably would have ended up with a girth comparable to his fathers after sitting at a computer all day and little exercise.
The people he was working with didn't know about Hirokini, however. They merely thought the A.I. was a search program he had created and he wasn't about to inform them otherwise.
Hirokini's time on the net had been good to the A.I.. Without the need to slow down to allow for the slower pace of human interaction, he'd aged rapidly. He'd also found some missing and further evolved parts of his spread out program, so when Hakuba had been able to interact with him a week later, Hirokini had aged about six years, to a ten year old instead of a four year old.
He was still addicted to 'Halo2', however.
Hirokini's rate of evolution continued to increase as well, gaining about a year every two months. Much to Hakuba's continued relief, he'd yet to have 'The Talk' with the developing ghost boy in the machine. How he was going to attempt to explain 'The Birds and the Bees' to someone who thought that 'Bees' were the second letter in the English alphabet was beyond him. Fortunately for his continuing peace of mind, the one time he'd jokingly admonished Hirokini to stay out of the porn sites, the computer had just about -glared- at him, informing that that those sites were yucky.
It was a trend he hoped would continue. On the other hand, biological functions to a computer probably were considered messy and yucky.
He hadn't heard or seen the Kid since the night on the balcony four months ago in early April, but knew that he was around there somewhere. Cans of hot royal milk tea had a habit of appearing on his desk at random times, along with prints of photos, random sheets of printed information, circled newspaper articles and the random post-it note. Okay, so the post-it note had been to inform him that Watson was missing him. Hirokini denied that anyone had been in the room at those times, but he was also very loyal to his 'Kid-niichan', leaving Hakuba silently amused at the exchanges.
On the other hand, in those same four months, they'd managed to go beyond what just he and Kid had hoped to accomplish. Especially so quickly. Combining his data with the FBI's, he managed to fill in blanks on both sides, creating a clearer picture of just where and what the Black Ops were up to.
Vermouth, Gin and Vodka continuously illusive, much to his continued irritation.
Which meant that they weren't getting anywhere near cutting off the head of the vile organization. It was a bit like tracking a Hydra, as soon as he thought he'd narrowed down on one head, another sprang up. However, they were ruthlessly and efficiently cutting it off at the knees.
Feet of clay. Without a stable foundation, it was only a matter of time before everything crumbled.
Unfortunately, this meant that the organization was becoming increasingly erratic and Hakuba had been warned that people were starting to nose around his location-
"Hakuba-niichan." Hirokini beeped a warning. Someone was in the building.
Actually, someone was pounding down the hallway sounding much like a herd of hippos. Shit. That was never a good sound. He saved the file he was working on, Hirokini closing the windows as fast as he could remotely when the door opened.
An unfamiliar man in fatigues slipped in, slamming the door shut behind him, flipping the lock and leaning against it heavy surface, panting slightly as familiar violet eyes stared wildly at him.
Hakuba rose out of his chair so quickly it almost fell over. "YOU!"
"YOU!!" Kid waved an accusing finger in return, grabbing the other chair in the room and sticking it under the door handle.
Hakuba had thought of countless things to say to the thief when he saw him again. In the end, there was only one comment that made it.
"I -hate- you." He snarled, diving under the nice heavy oak desk that was the rooms main source of furniture when he saw Kid doing the same.
His butt was groped in return. Not a little pinch with the fingers, but a quick full-flat-palm-against-his-butt cheek-and-squeeze-grope. He glared back at the thief, who gave him an innocent look and a shrug as if to say that it was Hakuba's fault, for sticking it out in the first place.
"You think you're so funny." He grumbled. "But you're not."
"I've got you now, Toichi!!" A gravely voice bellowed from the hallway, making him flinch.
"He thinks you are your father?" He hissed back at the thief, who flinched at the voice outside.
"Yeah." Kid didn't look impressed as he peeled off the latex mask, tossing it in a desk drawer. "Snake never stopped shooting at me long enough to realise that I'm a hell of a lot cuter than my old man. Hey, Hirokini-kun."
"Hi, Kid-niichan." The computer cheered.
Hakuba rolled his eyes. "Younger, you mean."
"Whatever." No moustache anyway. They both jumped as an explosive rain of bullets broke through the door, huddling them closer together under the desk. Dammit, he knew he should have taken up Ms. Saintemillion's offer of a weapon. Even if it meant re-going through weapons training. Silence echoed in the aftermath, followed by the sound of breaking wood.
"Got you!" Snake growled triumphantly, stomping into the room.
Both he and the Kid winced as bullets flew over head and struck the desk. Unlike the door, the desk was sturdy. Nice desk. He knew he liked this desk.
"Five Minutes!!!" Kid ranted, digging through his pockets and tossing something back that made a minor explosion and shrouded the room in smoke. "Couldn't you have just stayed put for another FIVE minutes?! All you had to do was lay there and look pretty while I had everything set up to get you back to England safely, but -no-. You just -had- to run off and do things -your- way didn't you?!"
"Well, pardon me!" He snapped back. Gun... gun... dammit, he wished he was able to carry a gun in Japan. He could at least -wing- Mr Jack-an-Apes over there. Something to throw. "You were the one who was saying everything was over! I couldn't exactly traipse off to M-5!! And dammit all, you -drugged- me!"
"I was trying to get them away from you!" Kid retorted. "They were nosing around your flight, so I kept you from it!! I didn't know that they were going to kill someone else by accident, dammit!!!"
There was a crack in the thief's usually even voice that Hakuba doubted anyone else would have noticed. It probably had been tearing Kid up inside, to have someone die on what he considered to be part of his plans. "You can't control what they do." He snapped, forgiving the thief in the same breath. Something to throw on the desk.... He reached up and touched something fuzzy. Sir Stinky. He grabbed the plushie and dragged it down to safety, bringing a stapler down with it. Close enough. He lobbed the stapler in the direction of the shooters voice. "However, it would have been appreciated to have been informed about your plans in advance!" There was a muffled thwack on the other side of the room of metal hitting something fleshy. Ha.
A few bullets flew in their direction. He winced at the sound. "Well, it all worked out in the end." Kid commented philosophically, pulling more odds and ends out of his pockets, distracting the conversation.
Hakuba glared. "We're getting shot at, you git!"
Kid shrugged in return. "Ready?" He questioned casually, lobbing something else over the desk. Smoke bomb, by the way that the room instantly filled with smoke -purple, for a change. Perhaps the thief was getting tired of the pink.
On a silent 'Three!' they both scrambled for the door, crouched bent nearly in half, him right on the Kid's heels. He nearly ran into the Kid's rear when the thief stopped suddenly. Kid slowly straightened, hands spread as if to show he had no tricks up his sleeve. Hakuba peered around him, finding himself looking at a sneering man sporting a handlebar moustache that would make most Harley Davidson bikers green with envy blocking the door way, a gun pointed at Kid's chest.
"Hello, Snake." Kid commented carefully.
"Good-bye for good, Toichi."
Like hell. He grabbed Kid's arm, pushing the smaller thief back as he stepped forward. There was a concussive snap of gunfire and he found himself greying out on the sensory overload, the acid burn of gun smoke in his face, the impact driving him back into the Kid, both of them falling down. He was vaguely aware of the thief struggling to unpin himself from under his heavier form, but couldn't move to help him.
So that's what it felt like to get shot.
Ow.
He was never, ever going to do that again. He HURT.
Breathing most of all. He was wheezing, trying to get breath back in unresponsive lungs.
Kid was shouting something at him, illegible noise in his ears, hands grabbing at him. Someone laughed harshly in the distance.
Then the sound of a loud smack and the meaty sound of a body hitting the floor.
He opened an eye, glancing up at the grave face of Akai, who was holding a gun in the direction the fallen Black Ops agent, handle first. Akai had knocked Snake out.
"What... took you, Akai?" He wheezed.
"Looking for the second intruder." The dark-haired man gave him a pointed look.
Kid chuckled tiredly, resting his forehead on Hakuba's shoulder. Hakuba belatedly realised that they had shifted to their sides, the thief spooned behind him, arms loosely wrapped around Hakuba's chest.
"He's a friend." Hakuba explained, feeling everyone of his ribs as he talked.
He got an ironic look in return. "I figured." Akai's gun disappeared back into where ever he stored it. Hakuba breathed a small sigh of relief, shit his ribs hurt, and closed his eyes, his head dropping on to the ground. "You get to explain it to Jodie." Akai continued without inflection.
Bastard. Saintemillion would grill him for anything she thought were juicy details. He tiredly made a rude gesture with a hand at the other man.
Akai chuckled evilly in return. "You stay here and recoup. I'll be back." Hakuba opened his eye again in time to see Akai grab Snake by the ankles and drag him out the door, the assassin's door hitting the doorframe on the way out with a thunk that was slightly satisfying.
"It's a vest." He explained softly to Kid, curling a hand around one of the thief's, fingers resting where the bullet had struck, slightly below his heart. He may not have had a gun, but he had paid attention when Saintemillion had suggested the armour, despite the August heat outside.
Kid gave a muffled chuckle. "Guess you didn't need my help after all."
"Idiot."
The thief curled tighter around him, pressing closer against him in a reverse of their time in the snowed in cabin. He got the feeling he'd shook the brunette a lot more than the kaitou would admit with that stunt.
Never doing that again. He was going to be lucky if his ribs didn't turn out to be cracked.
"So... I'm thinking is that it'd probably be a good idea to get out of the limelight for a while." Kid commented conversationally, his free hand grabbing Sir Stinky from where the elephant had fallen and tucking it under Hakuba's arm, then wrapping his own arm around both of them. "I'm supposed to be retired and it seems that I'm more active than ever."
Hakuba sincerely doubted that Kuroba could ever truly retire from being the Kid. It was too much in his make up, wrapped up in his identity. It'd be like crippling a bird, never allowing it to fly again. It just simply wasn't in the violet eyed man's nature.
"School in England sounds pretty good. We've still got a few weeks before the school year starts too." The thief continued. "What do you think?"
Hakuba smiled, pressing back against the thief. He was thinking that he still had some college correspondence to reply to make it possible. He was thinking that Akai and Santemillion would probably be willing to help, glad to get him out of their hair. He was thinking it would be fun to introduce a friend his old stomping grounds. He was thinking that France and the rest of Europe was just a short jaunt away.
He was thinking that Kid the Phantom Thief was supposed to be an International Jewel Thief.
"I think it sounds like a plan."
-Finis: Shades of Grey-
Sir Stinky and his Brain
Sir Stinky and his Brain
One is a plushie, the other is a pain....
One year and a day ago, we began a fic we were intending to show only three, maybe four people because it was a slashy fic with an odd pairing.
Wednesday night, the plushie elephant became a good-sized plot point in the slashy fic we started a year ago.
WTF?!
+++
Sir Stinky had a brain.
Hakuba was rather certain that the stuft plushie elephant had never had a brain before, but there was one in the fuzzy head now, about the size of a small walnut.
There were also some irregular stitches on the back of the head that he hadn't seen in his fifteen years of carrying the elephant around, meaning that the introduction of the brain was fairly recent.
After some thought, he decided against verifying what exactly Sir Stinky's brain was composed out of. For one thing, if he knew what exactly was going on in Sir Stinky's head, he'd eventually be forced to tell his current cohorts in crime what it was.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Jodie Saintemillion or Akai Shuichi, but if either of the FBI agents knew about the jewel, they'd have to report it to their superior officers. Which would mean that the Pandora Gem would no longer be a myth, but cold hard reality. And if it were this dangerous as a myth, he did not want to imagine what would happen if it was revealed as real. The death count would be astronomical. Not just from people trying to get their hands on it, but from idiots attempting to use the blood fed cursed thing.
Too much medicine was a poison. Especially if you didn't need it.
In the meantime, he had enough to keep his hands full without worrying about what was going on with the elephant. Ms. Saintemillion --he couldn't quite convince himself to call her 'Jodie' despite her best efforts-- had been sceptical when he had first introduced himself and explained his situation. It had taking some convincing and revealing of more information than he would had liked, but she finally had been convinced of his sincerity.
From things she had verified everything with her partner Ariade --he finally understood Kudo's comment about 'Ariade-sensei' the first night chibi detective stopped by-- and a rather rough around the edges agent, Akai. He got along with Akai's quiet manner better than Ms. Saintemillion rather boisterous persona. Her accent was also a bit grating to his ear, however nice it was to talk with someone who knew fluent English for a change of pace.
It had taken even more convincing to talk them into allowing him to work with them, patching their information together with his information, instead of just smuggling him out of the country. But he was familiar with the mysterious organization, or 'Black Ops' as they were nicknamed, patterns and was able to piece together things they had missed. After all, they didn't have access to the information that the former Miyano Shiho did, insider's information.
As a gratitude to Hattori Heiji for convincing her to help him, without mentioning the Kaitou Kid, he sent Toyama Kazuha a message warning both Hattori and Kudo to keep their heads down for a while. He'd signed the anonymous letter as 'Binky', hoping that no one in the Black Ops were familiar with Terry Prachett's Discworld novels, even though the first four of the series and eight other books had been translated to Japanese.
Binky - The White Horse that Death rode on. Rather fitting for a supposedly dead White Horse.
And he was dead, as far as the majority of the population knew. He'd spent his summer hidden away in an apartment with Hirokini, working with the FBI and several other agencies to put together the information to take down the Black Ops. If it wasn't for the workouts with Akai whenever the quiet man showed up, he probably would have ended up with a girth comparable to his fathers after sitting at a computer all day and little exercise.
The people he was working with didn't know about Hirokini, however. They merely thought the A.I. was a search program he had created and he wasn't about to inform them otherwise.
Hirokini's time on the net had been good to the A.I.. Without the need to slow down to allow for the slower pace of human interaction, he'd aged rapidly. He'd also found some missing and further evolved parts of his spread out program, so when Hakuba had been able to interact with him a week later, Hirokini had aged about six years, to a ten year old instead of a four year old.
He was still addicted to 'Halo2', however.
Hirokini's rate of evolution continued to increase as well, gaining about a year every two months. Much to Hakuba's continued relief, he'd yet to have 'The Talk' with the developing ghost boy in the machine. How he was going to attempt to explain 'The Birds and the Bees' to someone who thought that 'Bees' were the second letter in the English alphabet was beyond him. Fortunately for his continuing peace of mind, the one time he'd jokingly admonished Hirokini to stay out of the porn sites, the computer had just about -glared- at him, informing that that those sites were yucky.
It was a trend he hoped would continue. On the other hand, biological functions to a computer probably were considered messy and yucky.
He hadn't heard or seen the Kid since the night on the balcony four months ago in early April, but knew that he was around there somewhere. Cans of hot royal milk tea had a habit of appearing on his desk at random times, along with prints of photos, random sheets of printed information, circled newspaper articles and the random post-it note. Okay, so the post-it note had been to inform him that Watson was missing him. Hirokini denied that anyone had been in the room at those times, but he was also very loyal to his 'Kid-niichan', leaving Hakuba silently amused at the exchanges.
On the other hand, in those same four months, they'd managed to go beyond what just he and Kid had hoped to accomplish. Especially so quickly. Combining his data with the FBI's, he managed to fill in blanks on both sides, creating a clearer picture of just where and what the Black Ops were up to.
Vermouth, Gin and Vodka continuously illusive, much to his continued irritation.
Which meant that they weren't getting anywhere near cutting off the head of the vile organization. It was a bit like tracking a Hydra, as soon as he thought he'd narrowed down on one head, another sprang up. However, they were ruthlessly and efficiently cutting it off at the knees.
Feet of clay. Without a stable foundation, it was only a matter of time before everything crumbled.
Unfortunately, this meant that the organization was becoming increasingly erratic and Hakuba had been warned that people were starting to nose around his location-
"Hakuba-niichan." Hirokini beeped a warning. Someone was in the building.
Actually, someone was pounding down the hallway sounding much like a herd of hippos. Shit. That was never a good sound. He saved the file he was working on, Hirokini closing the windows as fast as he could remotely when the door opened.
An unfamiliar man in fatigues slipped in, slamming the door shut behind him, flipping the lock and leaning against it heavy surface, panting slightly as familiar violet eyes stared wildly at him.
Hakuba rose out of his chair so quickly it almost fell over. "YOU!"
"YOU!!" Kid waved an accusing finger in return, grabbing the other chair in the room and sticking it under the door handle.
Hakuba had thought of countless things to say to the thief when he saw him again. In the end, there was only one comment that made it.
"I -hate- you." He snarled, diving under the nice heavy oak desk that was the rooms main source of furniture when he saw Kid doing the same.
His butt was groped in return. Not a little pinch with the fingers, but a quick full-flat-palm-against-his-butt cheek-and-squeeze-grope. He glared back at the thief, who gave him an innocent look and a shrug as if to say that it was Hakuba's fault, for sticking it out in the first place.
"You think you're so funny." He grumbled. "But you're not."
"I've got you now, Toichi!!" A gravely voice bellowed from the hallway, making him flinch.
"He thinks you are your father?" He hissed back at the thief, who flinched at the voice outside.
"Yeah." Kid didn't look impressed as he peeled off the latex mask, tossing it in a desk drawer. "Snake never stopped shooting at me long enough to realise that I'm a hell of a lot cuter than my old man. Hey, Hirokini-kun."
"Hi, Kid-niichan." The computer cheered.
Hakuba rolled his eyes. "Younger, you mean."
"Whatever." No moustache anyway. They both jumped as an explosive rain of bullets broke through the door, huddling them closer together under the desk. Dammit, he knew he should have taken up Ms. Saintemillion's offer of a weapon. Even if it meant re-going through weapons training. Silence echoed in the aftermath, followed by the sound of breaking wood.
"Got you!" Snake growled triumphantly, stomping into the room.
Both he and the Kid winced as bullets flew over head and struck the desk. Unlike the door, the desk was sturdy. Nice desk. He knew he liked this desk.
"Five Minutes!!!" Kid ranted, digging through his pockets and tossing something back that made a minor explosion and shrouded the room in smoke. "Couldn't you have just stayed put for another FIVE minutes?! All you had to do was lay there and look pretty while I had everything set up to get you back to England safely, but -no-. You just -had- to run off and do things -your- way didn't you?!"
"Well, pardon me!" He snapped back. Gun... gun... dammit, he wished he was able to carry a gun in Japan. He could at least -wing- Mr Jack-an-Apes over there. Something to throw. "You were the one who was saying everything was over! I couldn't exactly traipse off to M-5!! And dammit all, you -drugged- me!"
"I was trying to get them away from you!" Kid retorted. "They were nosing around your flight, so I kept you from it!! I didn't know that they were going to kill someone else by accident, dammit!!!"
There was a crack in the thief's usually even voice that Hakuba doubted anyone else would have noticed. It probably had been tearing Kid up inside, to have someone die on what he considered to be part of his plans. "You can't control what they do." He snapped, forgiving the thief in the same breath. Something to throw on the desk.... He reached up and touched something fuzzy. Sir Stinky. He grabbed the plushie and dragged it down to safety, bringing a stapler down with it. Close enough. He lobbed the stapler in the direction of the shooters voice. "However, it would have been appreciated to have been informed about your plans in advance!" There was a muffled thwack on the other side of the room of metal hitting something fleshy. Ha.
A few bullets flew in their direction. He winced at the sound. "Well, it all worked out in the end." Kid commented philosophically, pulling more odds and ends out of his pockets, distracting the conversation.
Hakuba glared. "We're getting shot at, you git!"
Kid shrugged in return. "Ready?" He questioned casually, lobbing something else over the desk. Smoke bomb, by the way that the room instantly filled with smoke -purple, for a change. Perhaps the thief was getting tired of the pink.
On a silent 'Three!' they both scrambled for the door, crouched bent nearly in half, him right on the Kid's heels. He nearly ran into the Kid's rear when the thief stopped suddenly. Kid slowly straightened, hands spread as if to show he had no tricks up his sleeve. Hakuba peered around him, finding himself looking at a sneering man sporting a handlebar moustache that would make most Harley Davidson bikers green with envy blocking the door way, a gun pointed at Kid's chest.
"Hello, Snake." Kid commented carefully.
"Good-bye for good, Toichi."
Like hell. He grabbed Kid's arm, pushing the smaller thief back as he stepped forward. There was a concussive snap of gunfire and he found himself greying out on the sensory overload, the acid burn of gun smoke in his face, the impact driving him back into the Kid, both of them falling down. He was vaguely aware of the thief struggling to unpin himself from under his heavier form, but couldn't move to help him.
So that's what it felt like to get shot.
Ow.
He was never, ever going to do that again. He HURT.
Breathing most of all. He was wheezing, trying to get breath back in unresponsive lungs.
Kid was shouting something at him, illegible noise in his ears, hands grabbing at him. Someone laughed harshly in the distance.
Then the sound of a loud smack and the meaty sound of a body hitting the floor.
He opened an eye, glancing up at the grave face of Akai, who was holding a gun in the direction the fallen Black Ops agent, handle first. Akai had knocked Snake out.
"What... took you, Akai?" He wheezed.
"Looking for the second intruder." The dark-haired man gave him a pointed look.
Kid chuckled tiredly, resting his forehead on Hakuba's shoulder. Hakuba belatedly realised that they had shifted to their sides, the thief spooned behind him, arms loosely wrapped around Hakuba's chest.
"He's a friend." Hakuba explained, feeling everyone of his ribs as he talked.
He got an ironic look in return. "I figured." Akai's gun disappeared back into where ever he stored it. Hakuba breathed a small sigh of relief, shit his ribs hurt, and closed his eyes, his head dropping on to the ground. "You get to explain it to Jodie." Akai continued without inflection.
Bastard. Saintemillion would grill him for anything she thought were juicy details. He tiredly made a rude gesture with a hand at the other man.
Akai chuckled evilly in return. "You stay here and recoup. I'll be back." Hakuba opened his eye again in time to see Akai grab Snake by the ankles and drag him out the door, the assassin's door hitting the doorframe on the way out with a thunk that was slightly satisfying.
"It's a vest." He explained softly to Kid, curling a hand around one of the thief's, fingers resting where the bullet had struck, slightly below his heart. He may not have had a gun, but he had paid attention when Saintemillion had suggested the armour, despite the August heat outside.
Kid gave a muffled chuckle. "Guess you didn't need my help after all."
"Idiot."
The thief curled tighter around him, pressing closer against him in a reverse of their time in the snowed in cabin. He got the feeling he'd shook the brunette a lot more than the kaitou would admit with that stunt.
Never doing that again. He was going to be lucky if his ribs didn't turn out to be cracked.
"So... I'm thinking is that it'd probably be a good idea to get out of the limelight for a while." Kid commented conversationally, his free hand grabbing Sir Stinky from where the elephant had fallen and tucking it under Hakuba's arm, then wrapping his own arm around both of them. "I'm supposed to be retired and it seems that I'm more active than ever."
Hakuba sincerely doubted that Kuroba could ever truly retire from being the Kid. It was too much in his make up, wrapped up in his identity. It'd be like crippling a bird, never allowing it to fly again. It just simply wasn't in the violet eyed man's nature.
"School in England sounds pretty good. We've still got a few weeks before the school year starts too." The thief continued. "What do you think?"
Hakuba smiled, pressing back against the thief. He was thinking that he still had some college correspondence to reply to make it possible. He was thinking that Akai and Santemillion would probably be willing to help, glad to get him out of their hair. He was thinking it would be fun to introduce a friend his old stomping grounds. He was thinking that France and the rest of Europe was just a short jaunt away.
He was thinking that Kid the Phantom Thief was supposed to be an International Jewel Thief.
"I think it sounds like a plan."
-Finis: Shades of Grey-
Sir Stinky and his Brain
Sir Stinky and his Brain
One is a plushie, the other is a pain....
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Date: 2005-04-24 03:18 am (UTC)Akai chuckled evilly in return. "You stay here and recoup. I'll be back." Hakuba opened his eye again in time to see Akai grab Snake by the ankles and drag him out the door, the assassin's door hitting the doorframe on the way out with a thunk that was slightly satisfying.
*____* That was so cute an ending! xD And they get to stay together, yay!
...Where's mom and everyone else? ^^;
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Date: 2005-04-24 03:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-11 07:53 am (UTC)Which is not exactly true; RL Takagi's name is in on reading while DC!Takagi is in the kun reading. And DC!Takagi's name is in katakana; this might be different for the non-Chinese to make sense.
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Date: 2005-04-24 10:11 am (UTC)Sir Stinky and his Brain
One is a plushie, the other is a pain....
*cracks up SO hard*
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Date: 2005-04-24 01:03 pm (UTC)^_^
I must have missed a SoG chap or so(too busy wuth school and such I bet), anyways, just a small note:
I believe the Doctor's name is Araide (Tomoaki), not Ariade.
^__^ cool~
*CHEER*
Date: 2005-04-24 03:48 pm (UTC)Your instinct for word-choice is Marvelous! *snickers*
...Sir Stinky and the Brain... *chortle*
Whattaya mean we were gonna kill ya? Dear lady, this was just Perfect! *sniff* Defintely sad it's over, but there is plenty of room for snippets now and then when the plunnies bite.
*looks thoughtful* Should have a subtitle for the Fic however... "Shades of Grey: the fic that turned Hakuba gay" *snickers and hides behind Morgan*
Re: *CHEER*
Date: 2005-04-25 04:42 am (UTC)*sad face* SoG is done, long live SoG...sniffles. But as Po'e says there is plenty of room for snippy things.
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Date: 2005-04-24 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-24 09:53 pm (UTC)Anyway, I really wanted to say that I've loved this fic all the way through.
Also,
Vermouth, Gin and Vodka continuously illusive, much to his continued irritation.
it's "elusive," and I'm not sure there was a verb in that sentence.
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Date: 2005-05-11 07:59 am (UTC)LOVELY!!
Date: 2005-07-08 05:17 am (UTC)