(fic snippet) Kaito 2.0 WiP
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ickaimpThe Kaito 2.0 fic won the wrestling match, but the Werewolves of London fic is leading for most doodles. Western AU is lurking in the wings, ready to body slam them both, followed by PYP.
… is rather amusing to picture ficcage sitting around a wrestling ring, just waiting for the bell to ding…
Okay, to explain what’s going on.
Back in November, we jotted a fic down based off the third chapter in volume one of Magic Kaitou. We polished it up and it’ll be posted as our 2-year anniversary fic on the 20th.
Dogmatix drew us a wonderful pic based off of it, which you can see on our site under ‘Treasure’ and has been heckling us for a few weeks to write a sequel. AND she got Becky to help, the big meanies.
You win, Mati. You win.
This takes place towards the later half of the story, post-hurt, pre-comfort and I dunno what else.
“Aoko-kun…” Hakuba smiled in relief as he answered the door. She gave him a wan smile in return.
“How is he?” She asked as he helped her out of her coat.
Hakuba sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he hung it up a peg next to the door for the express purpose. “Given time, I can repair the damage to his body. But I cannot keep his psyche together.”
That was why he had called her here. To repair the remains of his shattered self image. He hoped it would be enough.
”This way please.” He escorted her through the dark corridors of his Uncle’s laboratory, eerily silent with all the personnel gone. She appeared to find it as unnerving as he did, shivering slightly and increasing her pace until they reached the well lit lab, were Kuroba lay with a white sheet around his lower half.
And still dressed in the Kid’s blue shirt, white vest and red tie, his coat, hat monocle and cape lying on the table next to him.
Oh… shit.
He mentally panicked, hoping she hadn’t noticed, but realizing deep down that she’d already noticed and realizing that everything had just gone straight to a deep dark personal hell, both his and Kuroba’s.
Then she turned and smiled gently at him. “It’s alright.” She said simply, walking past him towards the prone Kuroba. “I’ve known for a while.”
”Bwah? But… How? Why? When?!” To his knowledge, both he and Kuroba did the best they could to make sure that the Inspector’s daughter DIDN’T know. And her dislike of the thief was still violently well known.
”I’m not stupid.” She gave him a slightly exasperated look as she lifted Kuroba’s sleeping head up so that she could slide onto the table and rest her head on his lap. “It’s rather obvious. He’s always at his ‘job’ whenever there’s a Kid heist, he’s always hurt the next day same place the Kid was the previous night, and sometimes he takes me along when he scouts places out. I’d have to be cosmically stupid or something not to notice.”
”Oh.” Well he certainly felt dumb.
She looked amused at his reaction. “And your teasing certainly didn’t help. I don’t see how you could make it any more obvious that you think Kaito’s the Kid.”
”Well he is.” He grumbled, figuring that this was a lost cause and sitting back down on the stool to work on Kuroba’s arm some more.
She watched him with a curious look on her face, fingers absentmindly stroking the wild strands of hair. “Hakuba-kun?”
”Mm?”
”Is that why you… why are you helping him like this? I mean, if you know?”
He sighed, aligning another wire into place. “Because Kuroba is the Kid, and the Kid is Kuroba. There’s no difference to me.” He shrugged. It was complicated.
”Even if he’s not human?” The words were hesitant.
He raised an eyebrow, glancing up at her. “Is that what you believe?”
”No!” She shook her head venomously. “Kaito is always Kaito. It doesn’t matter to me. He’s still Kaito.”
There was an underlying pain in her eyes and for a moment he wondered if she was saying it out loud in an attempt to convince herself, or if it was the result of much soul searching on her behalf. He prayed it was the latter. “Exactly. If my research is correct, this Kuroba, with the robot body, is the only Kuroba I’ve ever known. And I refuse to believe that someone I consider to be my rival could be nothing more than a glorified computer with legs.”
”Research?” She blinked, looking around the lab for the first time. Paperwork, skin and wire samples, even some of the burnt out remains of the robot that Kuroba had fought on the rooftop ages ago lay scattered around the laboratory. She glanced at the scorched bits of metal and circuitry and shuttered. “You’ve… done a lot of investigation on this, haven’t you?”
He shrugged, ducking his head back down. “I suppose.”
”Is it because he’s a robot?” She asked, her voice uncertain again.
”Yes and no.” He admitted, exchanging tools. “Most of it is because he is the Kid. But I was raised not only as a Detective, but as a Scientist as well, which I suppose makes me doubly curious. People I may not be able to completely comprehend, but the hows and whys of how things work are another story entirely. And to my understanding, no one else has been able to come even close to creating what you see here.”
She frowned, her eyebrows coming down and shadowing her eyes. “So he’s a scientific curiosity.” Her tone was just dipping its toe into the frigid side.
”Once again, yes and no.” He agreed. “Yes, he’s a scientific curiosity, and many people would give limbs to discover how he operated. But at the same time… the hard truth of the matter is that machines break. Most computers only operate for a few years before their systems wear down. And if that happens… I will never be able to understand why Kuroba does the things he does, will I?”
She said nothing for a few moments as he worked, most likely musing on what he had just said. After a while, he was aware of her slowly un-tensing, of muscles relaxing. “Hakuba-kun?”
”Hm?”
“You’re very kind,” She said at last. “You know that?”
He glanced up at her, then did a small double take, the thoughtful look in her deep blue eyes reminding him of the crush he had had on her a long time ago.
”Not so much.” He shrugged, dismissing it.
Aoko smiled at him, leaning forward. “You know,” She commented thoughtfully, reaching out and resting a hand on his cheek. “If my heart wasn’t already taken, a girl could really fall for you.”
To his surprise, she pressed a soft kiss on the cheek that her hand wasn’t on. He felt himself blushing, then did a double take and turned positively red as he noticed muddled purple eyes looking up at them.
Aoko noticed their audience as well, leaning back again, her hand falling back into Kuroba’s hair. “Good morning.” She commented, curling over Kuroba’s head to kiss him as well, this one on his slightly open lips.
It didn’t last long, but when she sat back up again, his eyes were a bit more clear, some of the pain and confusion gone, to be replaced by a bit of wonder and a different kind of confusion. Before the thief could speak, Aoko beamed back in his direction. “You kiss him too, Hakuba-kun!” She grinned. “Kisses make everyone feel better!”
”Akako’s been loaning you her Asuka Magazine again, hasn’t she?” Kuroba commented dryly.
She shrugged in return, a silent ‘Well, it was worth a shot’ in her expression. “You have to admit, Dark Mousy is –hot-.”
-tbc-
Asuka is the company that carries D•N•Angel and X/1999. It’s a Shoujo (Girls) magazine.
Dark Mousy is the Kaitou from D•N•Angel. ^__^ Couldn’t resist.
And before any grumbles, we’re fans of Hakuba/Aoko, Kaito/Aoko and Hakuba/Kaito. And Akako/Aoko and Akako/Hakuba as well. But the first three we really like, in any combination. So neener neener.
… sorry. Is late…
… is rather amusing to picture ficcage sitting around a wrestling ring, just waiting for the bell to ding…
Okay, to explain what’s going on.
Back in November, we jotted a fic down based off the third chapter in volume one of Magic Kaitou. We polished it up and it’ll be posted as our 2-year anniversary fic on the 20th.
Dogmatix drew us a wonderful pic based off of it, which you can see on our site under ‘Treasure’ and has been heckling us for a few weeks to write a sequel. AND she got Becky to help, the big meanies.
You win, Mati. You win.
This takes place towards the later half of the story, post-hurt, pre-comfort and I dunno what else.
“Aoko-kun…” Hakuba smiled in relief as he answered the door. She gave him a wan smile in return.
“How is he?” She asked as he helped her out of her coat.
Hakuba sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he hung it up a peg next to the door for the express purpose. “Given time, I can repair the damage to his body. But I cannot keep his psyche together.”
That was why he had called her here. To repair the remains of his shattered self image. He hoped it would be enough.
”This way please.” He escorted her through the dark corridors of his Uncle’s laboratory, eerily silent with all the personnel gone. She appeared to find it as unnerving as he did, shivering slightly and increasing her pace until they reached the well lit lab, were Kuroba lay with a white sheet around his lower half.
And still dressed in the Kid’s blue shirt, white vest and red tie, his coat, hat monocle and cape lying on the table next to him.
Oh… shit.
He mentally panicked, hoping she hadn’t noticed, but realizing deep down that she’d already noticed and realizing that everything had just gone straight to a deep dark personal hell, both his and Kuroba’s.
Then she turned and smiled gently at him. “It’s alright.” She said simply, walking past him towards the prone Kuroba. “I’ve known for a while.”
”Bwah? But… How? Why? When?!” To his knowledge, both he and Kuroba did the best they could to make sure that the Inspector’s daughter DIDN’T know. And her dislike of the thief was still violently well known.
”I’m not stupid.” She gave him a slightly exasperated look as she lifted Kuroba’s sleeping head up so that she could slide onto the table and rest her head on his lap. “It’s rather obvious. He’s always at his ‘job’ whenever there’s a Kid heist, he’s always hurt the next day same place the Kid was the previous night, and sometimes he takes me along when he scouts places out. I’d have to be cosmically stupid or something not to notice.”
”Oh.” Well he certainly felt dumb.
She looked amused at his reaction. “And your teasing certainly didn’t help. I don’t see how you could make it any more obvious that you think Kaito’s the Kid.”
”Well he is.” He grumbled, figuring that this was a lost cause and sitting back down on the stool to work on Kuroba’s arm some more.
She watched him with a curious look on her face, fingers absentmindly stroking the wild strands of hair. “Hakuba-kun?”
”Mm?”
”Is that why you… why are you helping him like this? I mean, if you know?”
He sighed, aligning another wire into place. “Because Kuroba is the Kid, and the Kid is Kuroba. There’s no difference to me.” He shrugged. It was complicated.
”Even if he’s not human?” The words were hesitant.
He raised an eyebrow, glancing up at her. “Is that what you believe?”
”No!” She shook her head venomously. “Kaito is always Kaito. It doesn’t matter to me. He’s still Kaito.”
There was an underlying pain in her eyes and for a moment he wondered if she was saying it out loud in an attempt to convince herself, or if it was the result of much soul searching on her behalf. He prayed it was the latter. “Exactly. If my research is correct, this Kuroba, with the robot body, is the only Kuroba I’ve ever known. And I refuse to believe that someone I consider to be my rival could be nothing more than a glorified computer with legs.”
”Research?” She blinked, looking around the lab for the first time. Paperwork, skin and wire samples, even some of the burnt out remains of the robot that Kuroba had fought on the rooftop ages ago lay scattered around the laboratory. She glanced at the scorched bits of metal and circuitry and shuttered. “You’ve… done a lot of investigation on this, haven’t you?”
He shrugged, ducking his head back down. “I suppose.”
”Is it because he’s a robot?” She asked, her voice uncertain again.
”Yes and no.” He admitted, exchanging tools. “Most of it is because he is the Kid. But I was raised not only as a Detective, but as a Scientist as well, which I suppose makes me doubly curious. People I may not be able to completely comprehend, but the hows and whys of how things work are another story entirely. And to my understanding, no one else has been able to come even close to creating what you see here.”
She frowned, her eyebrows coming down and shadowing her eyes. “So he’s a scientific curiosity.” Her tone was just dipping its toe into the frigid side.
”Once again, yes and no.” He agreed. “Yes, he’s a scientific curiosity, and many people would give limbs to discover how he operated. But at the same time… the hard truth of the matter is that machines break. Most computers only operate for a few years before their systems wear down. And if that happens… I will never be able to understand why Kuroba does the things he does, will I?”
She said nothing for a few moments as he worked, most likely musing on what he had just said. After a while, he was aware of her slowly un-tensing, of muscles relaxing. “Hakuba-kun?”
”Hm?”
“You’re very kind,” She said at last. “You know that?”
He glanced up at her, then did a small double take, the thoughtful look in her deep blue eyes reminding him of the crush he had had on her a long time ago.
”Not so much.” He shrugged, dismissing it.
Aoko smiled at him, leaning forward. “You know,” She commented thoughtfully, reaching out and resting a hand on his cheek. “If my heart wasn’t already taken, a girl could really fall for you.”
To his surprise, she pressed a soft kiss on the cheek that her hand wasn’t on. He felt himself blushing, then did a double take and turned positively red as he noticed muddled purple eyes looking up at them.
Aoko noticed their audience as well, leaning back again, her hand falling back into Kuroba’s hair. “Good morning.” She commented, curling over Kuroba’s head to kiss him as well, this one on his slightly open lips.
It didn’t last long, but when she sat back up again, his eyes were a bit more clear, some of the pain and confusion gone, to be replaced by a bit of wonder and a different kind of confusion. Before the thief could speak, Aoko beamed back in his direction. “You kiss him too, Hakuba-kun!” She grinned. “Kisses make everyone feel better!”
”Akako’s been loaning you her Asuka Magazine again, hasn’t she?” Kuroba commented dryly.
She shrugged in return, a silent ‘Well, it was worth a shot’ in her expression. “You have to admit, Dark Mousy is –hot-.”
-tbc-
Asuka is the company that carries D•N•Angel and X/1999. It’s a Shoujo (Girls) magazine.
Dark Mousy is the Kaitou from D•N•Angel. ^__^ Couldn’t resist.
And before any grumbles, we’re fans of Hakuba/Aoko, Kaito/Aoko and Hakuba/Kaito. And Akako/Aoko and Akako/Hakuba as well. But the first three we really like, in any combination. So neener neener.
… sorry. Is late…