[fic] TGZ: Interdimentional Travelers
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ickaimpOkay... The Grey Zone is following Shades of Grey in many many ways. First and foremost being that it likes to be written out of order. ~_~;; So it may not make much sense until more gets written and stuck up on a page.
Lessee... first chapter (done), Paris chapter, Chat Noir Chapter, Highlander Chapter then this chapter. We also have a Holmes chapter in progress, a coat chapter and a tenative Aoko Visiting chapter. *sighs* And Artwork done for most of these.
SoG may have been the Fic That Would Not Die, but TGZ is the Crossover Fic from Hell.
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"I think she likes you."
Kaito glanced over at Hakuba, who was placidly walking beside him on their way back to the Hakuba residence from Paris. "Of course she likes me. We're in the same business."
Hakuba snickered. "Think she's a little bit more fond of you than that. Your hair still isn't laying flat."
He surreptitiously reached up and attempted to smooth it back out. Stupid Hakuba was right; it was sticking out at all sorts of weird angles. Well, weirder than normal. Ruby-neechan seemed awfully fond of messing their hair up. Their fault, he supposed, for letting her adopt them as honourary little brothers. Not that they'd had any choice in the matter, the French woman was kind of hard to refuse, especially since it wasn't anything bad. It was kind of nice to have an aunt on this side of the world, even if it was by profession.
Hey, Kaitou had to stick together. In some cases, anyway.
"What kind of gel do you use on your hair anyway?" He grumbled, giving his hair up as a lost cause for the n-th time since they got on the train. "It doesn't -move-."
"Trade secret." Hakuba smirked back. "Only-"
The detective was cut off by an unusual whoosh of air coming from a side alley they were walking past. Only it wasn't just air, there was something in it that made his skin tingle and his hair stand up in even stranger directions than before.
"Hakubaaaaaa...." The word was a whine in the back of his throat. After the decapitated head, the lightening show and the guys running around with swords, he wasn't quite up to anything else strange coming out of foreign alleys.
The grim set to Hakuba's jaw informed him that the blond wasn't up to it either.
They looked anyway, in time to see a lot of lights and glowing stuff flying about as several people just seemed to fall from the sky.
Hattori wasn't anywhere near them, he noted silently. The Osaka detective was usually the one who dealt with people falling from heights in front of him.
The whoosh was followed by a series of voices echoing from the alley. Only one of them was anywhere approaching hostile sounding and even then it was just cranky. The majority of the clamor, including the small child and the young girl's voices, seemed to be more along the 'where are we now?' variety.
He glanced over at Hakuba and saw the blond's shoulder's slump. Dammit. He was going in.
"One of these days," Kaito muttered as he fell into step just behind Hakuba "We're going to have to have a long talk about this detective trait of yours to go rushing into things."
"Yeah, yeah." Hakuba sighed, setting the topic aside as they stepped into the shadows of the alley. This time there were no dead bodies, no men screaming, no freak lightening storms, just the fading of the tingling feeling leaving his skin.
A small group of people, a tall dark haired man watching them with a fiercesome scowl, a thin pale man with a gentle expression standing next to him and two teenagers, a fierce wild hair boy holding onto a confused looking girl in the foreground. All of them were wearing strange clothing and the tall pale man seemed to be holding something resembling a pork bun.
A pork bun staring at them with spooky cats eyes.
Kaito got the distinct feeling that these were not your average everyday tourists.
Hakuba cleared his throat, breaking the small staring contest between the two groups. "Can we help you? Are you lost?"
"We're fine." Tall dark and scowling grumped. The pale one elbowed him.
"We're looking for something." The teenage boy explained, not releasing the girl. She smiled at them shyly, but unafraid.
"Monoka senses it!" The pork bun in the pale one's hand exclaimed, bouncing up and down. Hakuba stiffened next to him, both of them staring at the plushie come to life. Kaito had a sudden disturbing flashback to a nightmare he'd had as a child of Furbies coming to life and taking over the world. "There's definitely a feather around here! Definitely!!"
He grabbed Hakuba's sleeve and tugged on it. "We'll leave you to it then." Hakuba agreed, allowing himself to be pulled backwards out of the alley.
The teenage girl smiled kindly at them. "Thank you for your offer."
"Not a problem." Hakuba bowed slightly, then Kaito dragged him back into the safety and security of the normal streets.
... things were really strange if he was thinking of 'streets' and 'light' as opposed to 'rooftops' and 'night' as 'safe'.
"Home?" He requested plaintively.
"Home." Hakuba agreed, looking slightly pale and shaken.
"Straight there?" Kaito pressed.
"Straight there." Hakuba nodded. "No stopping."
"Agreed."
They wouldn't have made it back to the Hakuba Household faster if their feet had wings.
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The doorbell rang.
Kaito, from his sprawled, very relaxed position spread out across half of Hakuba's bed and slightly on Hakuba, glanced up. He didn't want to move. Hakuba glanced down, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose. He didn't want to move either.
Knocking now accompanied doorbell ringing.
"Mum's not home." Hakuba said.
Which was why they had the house to themselves, the blond woman having left for the week to visit relatives in the country. Unfortunately, this also meant that door answering duty fell to themselves. They both raised their fists and shook them. Jun-ken-po. He chose paper, Hakuba chose rock. Kaito pointed off to the left and Hakuba's eyes followed it.
Kaito smirked. Hakuba almost always fell for it. If he'd looked the other direction from where Kaito had pointed, they would have had to gone again.
With a grunt and a muttered curse, Hakuba rolled out of bed, grabbing a bathrobe from the chair he had tossed it over and pulling it on. Kaito chuckled to himself, tossing Sir Stinky into the air and catching him a few times before rolling out of bed and following Hakuba down. He was still wearing his bathrobe, the knot loosely tied around his waist and threatening to fall open. He debated re-tying it but decided against it out of sheer laziness factor.
He got downstairs in time to see Hakuba open the door, which had now upgraded from 'knocking' to 'pounding'.
"Hello?" He couldn't see Hakuba's expression from the angle he was approaching, but he could see the thin pale man from the alley earlier.
"Hey." The man grinned and raised his hand in greeting. "It appears that you might be able to help us after all."
Kaito raised an eyebrow. Hakuba stared. The teenage boy and girl looked apologetic while the dark haired man scowled. Well, scowled more.
"I... see..." Hakuba said.
"Kuro-tan got us lost on something called 'The Underground'." The pale man explained breezily, motioning back at the dark scowling man. Dark scowling man then started fighting with the pork-bun --he was not going to call that thing 'furbie', not even in his head--, their high and low voices intermingling. The rest of the small group ignored the squabble, most likely as a normal occurrence. "Other wise we would have gotten here much sooner."
"Sooner?" Hakuba echoed.
"Yup." The pale man grinned again.
"Sakura lost something precious and we're looking for it." The teenage boy explained, slight shadows under his eyes that generally accompanied a long day of travel on the Tube. "Monoka sensed it on you earlier, but we didn't realize it until after you'd left so quickly. We've spent the rest of today trying to track you back down."
They'd met about mid-morning and it was well after nightfall. That was a long time to spend lost in London.
Hakuba raised an eyebrow in Kaito's direction. Kaito look at him helplessly back. They hadn't packed anything out of the ordinary. Just the usual clothes, sneak gear in his case, Sir Stinky in Hakuba's, and basic toiletries. Hell, he hadn't even stolen anything.
"Ano... " The girl, Sakura, blushed slightly. "If I could..." She made a gesture to step inside.
"Kuroba?" Hakuba asked, for both if he should let these strange people in and what Kaito thought of it.
Kaito shrugged back. They seemed genuine enough and didn't seem likely to inflict random damage. But then the man at Joe's bar had seemed nice enough until you realized that he'd been slicing heads off earlier too. "They seem harmless enough." He commented back in Japanese.
Dark and scowling humphed in return. The pale man smiled reassuringly. "As long as we're not attacked first, yes."
Hakuba motioned Sakura, the boy automatically following, like a fierce puppy guarding what was his. Hakuba's eyes opened slightly, staring at Kaito.
They'd understood Japanese. They'd also understood English. But Kaito couldn't tell what language they'd replied in, only that he'd understood it clearly. From Hakuba's reaction, he'd come to the same conclusion.
The pork-bun smirked at both of them.
Just who -were- these people?
"It's here." Sakura smiled at him and he drew his attention back to the teens in front of him. She had one hand loosely clasped up near her throat, the other hovering over Sir Stinky, whom Kaito was still holding in his hand. Much to his surprise, everyone in the group seemed to relax at the statement.
"May I?" The boy asked, motioning towards the plushie. "I'm not going to damage it."
Hakuba waved for him to go ahead. Kaito frowned and held the elephant out. If they made one funny move with Sir Stinky, they wouldn't know what hit them.
The boy cradled the well worn elephant in his hands, then carefully seemed to pull something from Sir Stinky's head, causing the plushie to glow white.
Pandora had glowed white, just before it oozed something that burned flesh.
Then Sir Stinky's trunk appeared to -ripple-, a glowing decorated feather appearing in the boy's hand as he carefully pulled it out of the elephant's nose. "Got it." The boy grinned triumphantly, holding the feather up so the rest of his group could see. "Here you go, Sakura."
The decorated feather was carefully placed in the girl's hands. She smiled, her hands clasping around it as she brought it up to her chest, the feather disappearing inside her body with a flash of light and power. She blinked a few times as the glow faded, her colouring a bit brighter than it had been before.
"Thank you." The boy handed him the elephant back, gratitude radiating from his face. Kaito smiled back, taking the plushie. A quick check revealed that Pandora was still safely inside, untouched. Good. He smiled back.
"Sorry for the trouble." The pale man smiled, a sincere one this time. Evidently he'd been expecting more of a fight. Which dark and scowly was grumpy about, because he had that look in his eye that he'd really like a good fight.
The pork-bun yawned. "Monoka tired." It complained. "Can we find someplace to sleep now?"
Kaito attempted to catch Hakuba’s attention. Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it…
“You can spend the night here if you wish.” Hakuba said politely, looking exhausted.
Dammit. He said it.
Note to self: Talk to infuriating Detective about bad insane moves that would get them both killed. Especially when it involved strange glowy people. From out of town.
Waaaaaaay out of town.
“We can move things around so that Sakura and her brother can use the upstairs-“
Hakuba was cut off by the pale man laughing and Sakura and her guard puppy suddenly blushing and protesting.
Not brother and sister. Not by a long shot. He smirked at the slightly flustered detective.
“If you have a room downstairs we can rest in, that would be lovely.” The pale man hid a giggle behind a hand. “I can assure you we’ve slept in far worse and we’ll be gone in the morning. My name is Fai. This is Sakura, Shaoran, Monoka and that’s Kuro-pi back there.”
Kuro-pi, or ‘Kurogane’ as tall dark and shouting proclaimed his name to be, proceeded to attempt to hit Fai over the head repeatedly with Monoka. Every time he did so, the words he was shouting would seem to fade out for a second or two, becoming illegible.
“Sorry for the trouble.” Shaoran apologized, looking grateful for the place to crash. “It’s been a long day.”
“Understood.” Hakuba ushered them in, shutting the door behind him.
Kaito sighed and went to fetch blankets from the linen closet.
Stupid stubborn English bastards.
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"I'm beginning to think it's you." Hakuba commented mildly as their guests disappeared in gust of wind, feathers and magic circles at a nearby local park. The blond was slouching slightly, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat.
Kaito was wondering just where magicians and sleight of hand artists fell into this whole 'Wizards' and 'Magick' scheme of things. He was -good- what he did, but he was starting to question his own potential as to what was out there and what he could do.
"What is?" He asked, shoving his own hands into his pockets. Hakuba was handling the whole 'whooshing' off to other worlds thing better than he was too. Maybe it was a scientist thing, trying to analyze how he could replicate it in a mathematical formula or something.
Either that or Hakuba was doing that whole 'deal with it now, panic later' bit. Both of them were good at that.
"The strangeness." The blond was looking at the ground, face blank. "Things weren't nearly this strange until I started spending time with you."
"Funny." Kaito grinned, slightly relieved to find their recent adventures weren't just shaking him up. "I was beginning to think it was you. They weren't this weird before I met you either."
Now Hakuba looked up at him and smiled. They were okay. "Home?" He requested. "No more stops for weirdness?"
Hakuba nodded, looking much like he'd reached his limit of strangeness. "Sounds like a plan."
"Good." No more of this detective tendency of running into trouble. Next bit of trouble that found them, they were running -from- it.
This was supposed to be a vacation from threats to their life, not a working holiday!!!
Hakuba bumped him with his shoulder, nudging him into motion. Kaito snickered and bumped back, the two of them playfully shoving each other out of the park and back down the street.
At least until a strange ‘vhrrop vhrrop’ sound caught their attention as what appeared to be a blue phone booth appeared. Only it wasn’t quite a blue phone booth, the windows were odd looking and there were the words ‘police’ on it, which set his guard up. Hakuba appeared to be boggling at it for a completely different reason.
The door opened and a curly haired gentleman wearing a brown coat and the longest most colourful scarf he'd ever seen stepped out of a phone booth. "Oh, pardon me. Perhaps-“
"No.” Hakuba grabbed Kaito's wrist and briskly walked off, pulling him along. “Not again."
Kaito waved to the man. "Gotta go."
Then he grabbed Hakuba's wrist and they -ran- home.
-fin-
Crossovers with Chronical Reseviour Tsubasa and The Fourth Dr. Who.
Lessee... first chapter (done), Paris chapter, Chat Noir Chapter, Highlander Chapter then this chapter. We also have a Holmes chapter in progress, a coat chapter and a tenative Aoko Visiting chapter. *sighs* And Artwork done for most of these.
SoG may have been the Fic That Would Not Die, but TGZ is the Crossover Fic from Hell.
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"I think she likes you."
Kaito glanced over at Hakuba, who was placidly walking beside him on their way back to the Hakuba residence from Paris. "Of course she likes me. We're in the same business."
Hakuba snickered. "Think she's a little bit more fond of you than that. Your hair still isn't laying flat."
He surreptitiously reached up and attempted to smooth it back out. Stupid Hakuba was right; it was sticking out at all sorts of weird angles. Well, weirder than normal. Ruby-neechan seemed awfully fond of messing their hair up. Their fault, he supposed, for letting her adopt them as honourary little brothers. Not that they'd had any choice in the matter, the French woman was kind of hard to refuse, especially since it wasn't anything bad. It was kind of nice to have an aunt on this side of the world, even if it was by profession.
Hey, Kaitou had to stick together. In some cases, anyway.
"What kind of gel do you use on your hair anyway?" He grumbled, giving his hair up as a lost cause for the n-th time since they got on the train. "It doesn't -move-."
"Trade secret." Hakuba smirked back. "Only-"
The detective was cut off by an unusual whoosh of air coming from a side alley they were walking past. Only it wasn't just air, there was something in it that made his skin tingle and his hair stand up in even stranger directions than before.
"Hakubaaaaaa...." The word was a whine in the back of his throat. After the decapitated head, the lightening show and the guys running around with swords, he wasn't quite up to anything else strange coming out of foreign alleys.
The grim set to Hakuba's jaw informed him that the blond wasn't up to it either.
They looked anyway, in time to see a lot of lights and glowing stuff flying about as several people just seemed to fall from the sky.
Hattori wasn't anywhere near them, he noted silently. The Osaka detective was usually the one who dealt with people falling from heights in front of him.
The whoosh was followed by a series of voices echoing from the alley. Only one of them was anywhere approaching hostile sounding and even then it was just cranky. The majority of the clamor, including the small child and the young girl's voices, seemed to be more along the 'where are we now?' variety.
He glanced over at Hakuba and saw the blond's shoulder's slump. Dammit. He was going in.
"One of these days," Kaito muttered as he fell into step just behind Hakuba "We're going to have to have a long talk about this detective trait of yours to go rushing into things."
"Yeah, yeah." Hakuba sighed, setting the topic aside as they stepped into the shadows of the alley. This time there were no dead bodies, no men screaming, no freak lightening storms, just the fading of the tingling feeling leaving his skin.
A small group of people, a tall dark haired man watching them with a fiercesome scowl, a thin pale man with a gentle expression standing next to him and two teenagers, a fierce wild hair boy holding onto a confused looking girl in the foreground. All of them were wearing strange clothing and the tall pale man seemed to be holding something resembling a pork bun.
A pork bun staring at them with spooky cats eyes.
Kaito got the distinct feeling that these were not your average everyday tourists.
Hakuba cleared his throat, breaking the small staring contest between the two groups. "Can we help you? Are you lost?"
"We're fine." Tall dark and scowling grumped. The pale one elbowed him.
"We're looking for something." The teenage boy explained, not releasing the girl. She smiled at them shyly, but unafraid.
"Monoka senses it!" The pork bun in the pale one's hand exclaimed, bouncing up and down. Hakuba stiffened next to him, both of them staring at the plushie come to life. Kaito had a sudden disturbing flashback to a nightmare he'd had as a child of Furbies coming to life and taking over the world. "There's definitely a feather around here! Definitely!!"
He grabbed Hakuba's sleeve and tugged on it. "We'll leave you to it then." Hakuba agreed, allowing himself to be pulled backwards out of the alley.
The teenage girl smiled kindly at them. "Thank you for your offer."
"Not a problem." Hakuba bowed slightly, then Kaito dragged him back into the safety and security of the normal streets.
... things were really strange if he was thinking of 'streets' and 'light' as opposed to 'rooftops' and 'night' as 'safe'.
"Home?" He requested plaintively.
"Home." Hakuba agreed, looking slightly pale and shaken.
"Straight there?" Kaito pressed.
"Straight there." Hakuba nodded. "No stopping."
"Agreed."
They wouldn't have made it back to the Hakuba Household faster if their feet had wings.
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The doorbell rang.
Kaito, from his sprawled, very relaxed position spread out across half of Hakuba's bed and slightly on Hakuba, glanced up. He didn't want to move. Hakuba glanced down, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose. He didn't want to move either.
Knocking now accompanied doorbell ringing.
"Mum's not home." Hakuba said.
Which was why they had the house to themselves, the blond woman having left for the week to visit relatives in the country. Unfortunately, this also meant that door answering duty fell to themselves. They both raised their fists and shook them. Jun-ken-po. He chose paper, Hakuba chose rock. Kaito pointed off to the left and Hakuba's eyes followed it.
Kaito smirked. Hakuba almost always fell for it. If he'd looked the other direction from where Kaito had pointed, they would have had to gone again.
With a grunt and a muttered curse, Hakuba rolled out of bed, grabbing a bathrobe from the chair he had tossed it over and pulling it on. Kaito chuckled to himself, tossing Sir Stinky into the air and catching him a few times before rolling out of bed and following Hakuba down. He was still wearing his bathrobe, the knot loosely tied around his waist and threatening to fall open. He debated re-tying it but decided against it out of sheer laziness factor.
He got downstairs in time to see Hakuba open the door, which had now upgraded from 'knocking' to 'pounding'.
"Hello?" He couldn't see Hakuba's expression from the angle he was approaching, but he could see the thin pale man from the alley earlier.
"Hey." The man grinned and raised his hand in greeting. "It appears that you might be able to help us after all."
Kaito raised an eyebrow. Hakuba stared. The teenage boy and girl looked apologetic while the dark haired man scowled. Well, scowled more.
"I... see..." Hakuba said.
"Kuro-tan got us lost on something called 'The Underground'." The pale man explained breezily, motioning back at the dark scowling man. Dark scowling man then started fighting with the pork-bun --he was not going to call that thing 'furbie', not even in his head--, their high and low voices intermingling. The rest of the small group ignored the squabble, most likely as a normal occurrence. "Other wise we would have gotten here much sooner."
"Sooner?" Hakuba echoed.
"Yup." The pale man grinned again.
"Sakura lost something precious and we're looking for it." The teenage boy explained, slight shadows under his eyes that generally accompanied a long day of travel on the Tube. "Monoka sensed it on you earlier, but we didn't realize it until after you'd left so quickly. We've spent the rest of today trying to track you back down."
They'd met about mid-morning and it was well after nightfall. That was a long time to spend lost in London.
Hakuba raised an eyebrow in Kaito's direction. Kaito look at him helplessly back. They hadn't packed anything out of the ordinary. Just the usual clothes, sneak gear in his case, Sir Stinky in Hakuba's, and basic toiletries. Hell, he hadn't even stolen anything.
"Ano... " The girl, Sakura, blushed slightly. "If I could..." She made a gesture to step inside.
"Kuroba?" Hakuba asked, for both if he should let these strange people in and what Kaito thought of it.
Kaito shrugged back. They seemed genuine enough and didn't seem likely to inflict random damage. But then the man at Joe's bar had seemed nice enough until you realized that he'd been slicing heads off earlier too. "They seem harmless enough." He commented back in Japanese.
Dark and scowling humphed in return. The pale man smiled reassuringly. "As long as we're not attacked first, yes."
Hakuba motioned Sakura, the boy automatically following, like a fierce puppy guarding what was his. Hakuba's eyes opened slightly, staring at Kaito.
They'd understood Japanese. They'd also understood English. But Kaito couldn't tell what language they'd replied in, only that he'd understood it clearly. From Hakuba's reaction, he'd come to the same conclusion.
The pork-bun smirked at both of them.
Just who -were- these people?
"It's here." Sakura smiled at him and he drew his attention back to the teens in front of him. She had one hand loosely clasped up near her throat, the other hovering over Sir Stinky, whom Kaito was still holding in his hand. Much to his surprise, everyone in the group seemed to relax at the statement.
"May I?" The boy asked, motioning towards the plushie. "I'm not going to damage it."
Hakuba waved for him to go ahead. Kaito frowned and held the elephant out. If they made one funny move with Sir Stinky, they wouldn't know what hit them.
The boy cradled the well worn elephant in his hands, then carefully seemed to pull something from Sir Stinky's head, causing the plushie to glow white.
Pandora had glowed white, just before it oozed something that burned flesh.
Then Sir Stinky's trunk appeared to -ripple-, a glowing decorated feather appearing in the boy's hand as he carefully pulled it out of the elephant's nose. "Got it." The boy grinned triumphantly, holding the feather up so the rest of his group could see. "Here you go, Sakura."
The decorated feather was carefully placed in the girl's hands. She smiled, her hands clasping around it as she brought it up to her chest, the feather disappearing inside her body with a flash of light and power. She blinked a few times as the glow faded, her colouring a bit brighter than it had been before.
"Thank you." The boy handed him the elephant back, gratitude radiating from his face. Kaito smiled back, taking the plushie. A quick check revealed that Pandora was still safely inside, untouched. Good. He smiled back.
"Sorry for the trouble." The pale man smiled, a sincere one this time. Evidently he'd been expecting more of a fight. Which dark and scowly was grumpy about, because he had that look in his eye that he'd really like a good fight.
The pork-bun yawned. "Monoka tired." It complained. "Can we find someplace to sleep now?"
Kaito attempted to catch Hakuba’s attention. Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it…
“You can spend the night here if you wish.” Hakuba said politely, looking exhausted.
Dammit. He said it.
Note to self: Talk to infuriating Detective about bad insane moves that would get them both killed. Especially when it involved strange glowy people. From out of town.
Waaaaaaay out of town.
“We can move things around so that Sakura and her brother can use the upstairs-“
Hakuba was cut off by the pale man laughing and Sakura and her guard puppy suddenly blushing and protesting.
Not brother and sister. Not by a long shot. He smirked at the slightly flustered detective.
“If you have a room downstairs we can rest in, that would be lovely.” The pale man hid a giggle behind a hand. “I can assure you we’ve slept in far worse and we’ll be gone in the morning. My name is Fai. This is Sakura, Shaoran, Monoka and that’s Kuro-pi back there.”
Kuro-pi, or ‘Kurogane’ as tall dark and shouting proclaimed his name to be, proceeded to attempt to hit Fai over the head repeatedly with Monoka. Every time he did so, the words he was shouting would seem to fade out for a second or two, becoming illegible.
“Sorry for the trouble.” Shaoran apologized, looking grateful for the place to crash. “It’s been a long day.”
“Understood.” Hakuba ushered them in, shutting the door behind him.
Kaito sighed and went to fetch blankets from the linen closet.
Stupid stubborn English bastards.
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"I'm beginning to think it's you." Hakuba commented mildly as their guests disappeared in gust of wind, feathers and magic circles at a nearby local park. The blond was slouching slightly, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat.
Kaito was wondering just where magicians and sleight of hand artists fell into this whole 'Wizards' and 'Magick' scheme of things. He was -good- what he did, but he was starting to question his own potential as to what was out there and what he could do.
"What is?" He asked, shoving his own hands into his pockets. Hakuba was handling the whole 'whooshing' off to other worlds thing better than he was too. Maybe it was a scientist thing, trying to analyze how he could replicate it in a mathematical formula or something.
Either that or Hakuba was doing that whole 'deal with it now, panic later' bit. Both of them were good at that.
"The strangeness." The blond was looking at the ground, face blank. "Things weren't nearly this strange until I started spending time with you."
"Funny." Kaito grinned, slightly relieved to find their recent adventures weren't just shaking him up. "I was beginning to think it was you. They weren't this weird before I met you either."
Now Hakuba looked up at him and smiled. They were okay. "Home?" He requested. "No more stops for weirdness?"
Hakuba nodded, looking much like he'd reached his limit of strangeness. "Sounds like a plan."
"Good." No more of this detective tendency of running into trouble. Next bit of trouble that found them, they were running -from- it.
This was supposed to be a vacation from threats to their life, not a working holiday!!!
Hakuba bumped him with his shoulder, nudging him into motion. Kaito snickered and bumped back, the two of them playfully shoving each other out of the park and back down the street.
At least until a strange ‘vhrrop vhrrop’ sound caught their attention as what appeared to be a blue phone booth appeared. Only it wasn’t quite a blue phone booth, the windows were odd looking and there were the words ‘police’ on it, which set his guard up. Hakuba appeared to be boggling at it for a completely different reason.
The door opened and a curly haired gentleman wearing a brown coat and the longest most colourful scarf he'd ever seen stepped out of a phone booth. "Oh, pardon me. Perhaps-“
"No.” Hakuba grabbed Kaito's wrist and briskly walked off, pulling him along. “Not again."
Kaito waved to the man. "Gotta go."
Then he grabbed Hakuba's wrist and they -ran- home.
-fin-
Crossovers with Chronical Reseviour Tsubasa and The Fourth Dr. Who.
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Date: 2005-05-09 02:44 am (UTC)The furby bit reminds me of something I heard from a bunch of miliary/ex-military-types. Somebody'd exiled theirs into a dark bathroom; a guest, late at night, unsuspectingly went in, and turned the light on... I'm sure the rest can be easily imagined.
Meanwhile, I think you might enjoy this: Kaito Kuroba is not a fish. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/hoshi_ryo/15113.html)
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Date: 2005-05-10 01:43 pm (UTC)Oh, dear...
Thanks, Ryo!
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Date: 2005-05-11 03:09 am (UTC)There might be some very strange Kaitou Kid fanfic appearing soon, too. My muse has suddenly decided that I need to use the line "Kobanwa, minnasama! It's the disco duck!" (All hail the disco duck!)
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Date: 2005-05-09 05:27 am (UTC)You know you love it, though. Otherwise who else would torture our favorite English detective and Japanese thief?
On another note, I love the idea of Ruby and Kaito getting together and giving Hakuba headaches. I still snicker in history class whenever we discuss da Vinci.
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Date: 2005-05-09 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-10 01:45 pm (UTC)Honestly, I'm not sure.
Fic is still telling me where it wants to go. *sighs*
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Date: 2005-05-09 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-10 07:45 am (UTC)I especially like "No.” Hakuba grabbed Kaito's wrist and briskly walked off, pulling him along. “Not again." XD XD XD
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Date: 2005-05-11 01:48 am (UTC)Thanks!
There's a pic of that seen coming shortly to Deviantart.... ^^;;
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Date: 2005-05-10 04:17 pm (UTC)And ya know, I never realized how much Mokona looked like a furby until now O.o.
Really liked the part referancing Highlander. You don't even need to have a highlander chapter previous to this to realize what your talking about, thought that was really cool.
SO was the feather in Pandora, or just somehting Hakuba's uncle had previous stuck in Sir Stinky before giving it to him?
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Date: 2005-05-11 01:46 am (UTC)*scratches head* Think it might stop dripping poison now, but I have not a clue.
The Highlander chapter we're currently poking at, there's a few chapters in progress currently, but we want to get Chat Noir squared away before we play with the undieing ones.
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Date: 2005-05-10 10:25 pm (UTC)And Mokona~ Aye.
... XcD Pork-bun/Furby... I thought he was made of pink marshmallow myself ^^;
%Needs to do a doodle with Sir Stinky for you... It's stalking my brain.%
*giggles madly*
Date: 2005-05-13 01:11 am (UTC)...the last 3 lines... *snicker*