[fic] TGZ: The Cat's Return
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ickaimpEvery so often I wish I had a camera.
Which sounds weird, cause if something happens, I usually draw it, right?
But when looking up at the sky and spotting the mostly full moon against vivid blue and the dark shapes of vultures (or hawks) circling around it, I really want a camera.
Or looking over at a dead tree and seeing it covered in mourning/rock doves like large grey leaves, I want a camera.
Because a drawing just isn't going to do it justice.
Or if I did draw it (and life drawing is so not my talent), would just get patted on the head and told what an interesting imagination I have. >_O
Currently house sitting for some friends (no worries, still going over to Ysabet's often) and the cat's looking at me like 'You're not Mom and Dad. Where's Mom and Dad?'. Then proceeds to sniff everything he can. Hee hee.
Upside: one week of unlimited highspeed internet. Can we say download? >D
Also, they have massive wicked cable. Which means Music Videos. *purrrr* -Music Videos are kinda a guilty pleasure of mine, like chocolate. Cause wow! It's art! Moving art! To music! Could life get any sweeter? ^___^
Currently watching the international music video feed. They just had this weird one from Canada, the band members are wearing different brightly coloured shirts, in different rooms of this really big old house, holding different objects. A candlestick, a rope, a wrench, etc, etc. *snickers*
The Grey Zone: The Cat's Return
Around the end of November, they ran into a small problem.
The original plan for them was to go to University upon arriving in England, but that had fallen through, leaving them with spare time on their hands to travel and take care of detective-type business. But this also meant that Kaito's passport, which was good to visit the country for three month was expiring in a few weeks, because he hadn't entered University and dealt with visa and passport issues there.
Saguru, who had a dual passport for Japan and England didn't have this problem. He did have a solution however.
The solution was to visit Uncle Dorian and Uncle Klaus in Schloss Eberbach in Bonn, Germany. Which would mean that Kaito's passport would be good in Germany for three months --even if they were only planning on staying for a week or so-- and then would once again be good for three months once they came back to London, meaning they wouldn't have this problem again until after February, after school started up again.
It was a good plan and a workable one. So off they headed to Schloss Eberbach with Uncle Klaus' blessing and to Uncle Dorian's delight. Kaito just hoped the eccentric earl didn't decide to dress him up this time. He respected the art thief, but that respect was mixed with a good sense of self preservation.
After all, Earl Dorian Red Gloria was related to Saguru.
And Mum.
The trip actually went better than either of them hoped, Kaito and Saguru getting informal lessons in art and history, Uncle Dorian's specialities as they explored the castle. Uncle Klaus, when he wasn't working, gave them less cerebral training in firearms and weaponry, his speciality. Saguru turned out to be a better shot than Kaito had realised. But then he'd never -seen- Saguru shoot before either, guns being almost impossible to get a hold of in Japan.
Kaito also attempted to draft Uncle Dorian in his cause to get Saguru to learn lock-picking, to no avail. Uncle Dorian wasn't going to coerce his justice driven nephew into something potentially law breaking if he was dead set against it.
Kaito did get an invitation to the next Rogues' Ball however. 'Uncle Eroica' mentioned that Chat Noir was invited too. He said he'd think about it.
It wasn't the castle where he ran into trouble, it was a day trip to a town a few hours away where trouble found him. It was the most innocent of fashions, he and Saguru had been meandering down the street when he'd spotted a doll in an antique store window.
It wasn't just any doll, it was a cat. A very sleek, elegant cat, every inch the lady, dressed in turn of the century clothing complete with umbrella and bonnet, emerald green cat's eye stones looking at them with alarming intelligence. Without telling the blond detective what was going on, he wandered inside, looking around the stop. A middle age woman greeted him and he'd struck up a conversation, talking about various pieces in the shop, eventually directing it towards the Lady Cat.
The cat belonged had belonged to a friend of her mother, half of a pair that had been separated before the war. Unfortunately her mother's friend had died before being reunited with her sweetheart, who lived overseas, hence the doll's melancholy expression. The Lady Cat, named Louise, was not for sale, and was sitting in the window in hopes that someone would know who she was.
Kaito steered the conversation towards other topics, not daring to hover on that particular topic for too long, eventually finding a broach for Mum as a souvenir.
Saguru was silent as they left the shop, a pensive look on his face as he watched Kaito with wise eyes. Thankfully, the detective didn't ask questions, content to let him deal with his own business.
He sent a letter out that night, express mail. Three days passed by without a response.
On the fourth day, he sent out another letter.
The next morning found Saguru reading the newspaper, a frown creasing his brow.
On three of the local newspapers had a warning notice from the Kaitou Kid on the front page. Uncle Dorian thought the whole thing was terribly exciting and shot him a sly wink. Uncle Klaus frowned sternly as he drank his usual morning Nescafe and declared the capers of a delusional thief not worthy of NATO's attention. The stern dark haired man had clasped Kaito's shoulder before leaving for the day however.
From what he had heard, Uncle Dorian had been good for Uncle Klaus. Evidently the NATO intelligence officer had mellowed in the art thief's presence. Or thieves presence in general, considering Eroica's troupe. However, from the mutterings Uncle Klaus made as he stormed off to work, thieves who sent a note -before- the heist instead of -after- made no sense to the stiff man.
Saguru had watched him with worried dark eyes, despite the damnable blue contacts. He'd cornered Kaito after breakfast, capturing Kaito's head in his hands and leaning over him, bringing their foreheads together, so close Kaito could almost taste the tea Saguru had drunk for breakfast on his breath. For a several long, Kaito thought Saguru was going to kiss him.
Part of him, roared in possessive jubilation and a heady bit of arousal. It had been over a month since the last time they'd kissed and it was About. Damn. Time. The detective was -his-. The rest of him watched like a stunned fis- a stunned fly on the wall, doubts and uncertainties swirling. Saguru wanted the thief, the Kaitou Kid, not the prankster magician Kuroba Kaito.
Instead, the detective whispered in a low voice for him to be careful. Before Kaito could make a quip back, Saguru abruptly released him, briskly informing him that he was going to spend the day in the library reading, would appreciate his solitude and then stalked off without a backwards glance.
The detective's equivalent of plugging his ears, closing his eyes and singing 'la-la-la-la-can't hear you', leaving Kaito with the day free to prepare. The detective -knew- he was the Kid, but Kaito usually made his own excuses to prepare for a heist, doing so without Saguru's knowledge, surprising him along with everyone else when the note came.
Not that he had much to prepare, but having the lee-way without excuses was unprecedented. But he'd taken advantage of it, slipping out of the house and taking care of a few minor details and watch people scramble to catch up. The German police weren't used to the Kaitou Kid, and while he couldn't understand the language, it was fascinating to watch them prepare. Fortunately, he was wanted alive, not dead. If he was dead, he couldn't tell anyone where the few jewels he hadn't returned had gone to.
-not that he'd kept any, other than the one. Which was safe in Saguru's bedroom, napping with it's own Kaitou Kid plushie. Which had it's own transmitter that alerted Hirokini whenever the two were separated by more than a dozen metres. There was also an emergency communicator in the Kid doll, but that was usually switched off. They deserved some privacy while in bed, even if they weren't doing anything other than sleeping.
Just because he didn't -think- anyone would look for Pandora inside of Sir Stinky didn't mean that he wasn't a suspicious bastard.
The shopkeeper was putting up only a minor amount of fuss, especially since her sleepy little shop had suddenly become the centre of attention of about half the world. Kaito supposed that having slipped in the line about 'lovers reuniting' had helped.
He supposed he could have just explained that he knew where the Lady Cat's other half was, and gotten the doll that way. Or just have quietly stolen her on the sly. But if he hadn't gotten a reaction back from the letter he had sent, he needed another way to get his acquaintance's attention. Hence, the heist.
Night-time rolled around, approaching the time listed in the heist note and he donned the garments of one of the officers guarding the shop. It hadn't been hard to catch one of the officers off balance --he'd chosen one with a slight cold who wasn't talking much, covering his own lack of the language and covered him well, letting the man sleep off both the gas and the illness-- and take his place.
His other preparations made themselves known in the surrounding area, a constant background noise as he casually approached the window. The idea was to remove one of the multi-paned window's glass panes and remove the doll that way, under the cover of a smoke cloud. Simple, but effective.
Unfortunately, he was stopped, just as he reached for the window. By someone he had not expected to see this time or any other time for that matter.
Europe's supposed number one policeman, Delon. The detective who's claim to fame was killing suspects if he could not capture them.
And Kid had made a fool of him when he had appeared in Japan, protecting Princess Anne of Sublina. Not only getting away, but by tricking the officer into falling out out of a fourth story window. Then to add insult to injury, he'd publicly praised Nakamori-keibu's skills while Delon had hung from a flag pole, allowing Aoko's father to keep his job.
But most likely also the reason for Saguru's worry, probably having read it in the newspapers, which Kaito couldn't read, being in German and not English or Japanese. And probably the reason why Saguru wasn't here, keeping it from escalating by not allowing this to turn into a competition between the two detectives. Not that it was common knowledge that Saguru was in the country.
The look in Delon's eyes as he ordered Kid to show himself --while at gunpoint, no less-- was nothing short of possessed. If he hadn't been positive that Koizumi was still in the States, he would have started looking for charmed necklaces or spells.
He'd lost the disguise then, his white-clad garb sparkling in the spot lights that flashed on once his appearance was known, much to the cheers of the crowds on the other sides of the policeman's barriers. He'd given them all a courtly bow, keeping his hands where everyone could see them. Not that it would prevent him from pulling something.
Delon had ordered him to step away from the window, a request he replied he couldn't honour. He simply here as a courtier, to take the Lady to her beloved. He'd reached towards the doll, the glass wavering like water around his hand, allowing it to slip inside into the shop. Louise's eyes flashed as she reached forward, a tiny hand elegantly resting on his thumb as she took a few steps, sitting on to the palm of his hands as if she were resting on a throne.
He'd pulled his hand back out, the glass wavering around both of them before solidifying back the way it had been, Louise primly balanced in his hand, an enigmatic smile on her face, green eyes sparkling in the bright lights. The cheers had nearly been deafening as he'd tipped his hat towards Delon, letting some drops from a vial in his hand spill onto the ground.
The effect was almost instantaneous. Cats came charging from all directions towards the scent, like a multi-coloured furry wave. While Delon and the officers scrambled to deal with their sudden appearance, he tossed a combination smoke and flash bomb to the ground. A second pellet was lobbed at Delon, impacting against the cursing cop and covering him with an oily like substance as Kid made his escape. He didn't stay to watch as the cats swarmed the man, yowling their pleasure.
He'd laced the area with female cat pheromones and cat nip, bringing every tomcat and probably quite a few females within scenting distance to the area. The stuff he'd tossed on Delon had been the concentrated pheromones.
Until Delon washed it off, every single tom he came into contact with thought he was the sexiest beast ever. And would demonstrate this, with love songs of delight and LOTS of attention.
-It would probably take a while to wash it all off too.
Cackling happily to himself, he changed out of the Kid clothing and made his way back to Schloss Eberbach, taking an erratic route to prevent from being followed. It was more habit than anything, like his circumventing Schloss Eberbach's security system to climb into Saguru's room, but it was a good habit and a useful one.
The Lady Cat he placed on a table in front of a window, setting her to watch the rising moon. The doll hadn't moved since climbing into his hand, but the smile hadn't left her face.
In retrospect, he wasn't sure if the window had been his doing, or hers. He certainly had no explanation for it. And the amount of cats that had come charging far exceeded the amount he'd anticipated from his perusal of the amount that had gathered before he'd made his appearance.
In the end, he'd dismissed it with a tired yawn, stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed with the still slumbering Saguru, wrapping the warm blond around him, drifting off to a contented sleep.
He'd woken up around false dawn, the hushed sound of voices and a bird's flapping wing gaining his attention. Opening his eyes a crack, he'd seen two cat-eared figured embracing on the window, the dim light casting their shadows over the bed. The two small figures then disappeared out the window with a salute and a wave, a bird flying away.
Kaito smiled to himself and went back to sleep.
The next morning, when he woke up for real to get up and pack because they were leaving around noon, he found a black and white feather, striped like a magpie's wing, and a small note where the Lady Cat had been sitting that night.
'Deepest apologies for not replying to your letter sooner, there were some unforeseen delays in our arrival. My sincerest gratitude in reuniting my fiancee and myself.
Should you ever need anything, please do not hesitate to contact us at the Cat Agency. We are in your debt for your act of kindness.
Sincerely,
Baron Humbert von Gikkingen'
Saguru peered over his shoulder, reading the letter with confusion. In the end, the blond scratched his head and shrugged, his sleepy brain not up to dealing with impossible acts early in the morning. Kaito smiled at him, kissed his cheek in thanks for his help yesterday and wandered off to his own room to put away things from last nights escapades and pack up to head back to England.
If they ever made it back to Japan, he'd have to introduce Saguru to the Baron. They'd probably get along well.
-fin-
The Baron, Louise and their story are originally from "Mimi wo Sumaseba/Whisper of the Heart", a Studio Ghibli movie. The Cat Agency is from "Neko no Ongaeshi/The Cat Returns".
-We've been wanting to do a fic with Louise and the Baron ever since we saw Whisper of the Heart years ago. #^^#
the original idea for TGZ was a passing reference from Saguru to Klaus, to see if a picture of Louise was familiar. Then this came out. ^^;; Written in under 2 hours.
Sorry, Ann. I really didn't mean to use Delon before you did.
Which sounds weird, cause if something happens, I usually draw it, right?
But when looking up at the sky and spotting the mostly full moon against vivid blue and the dark shapes of vultures (or hawks) circling around it, I really want a camera.
Or looking over at a dead tree and seeing it covered in mourning/rock doves like large grey leaves, I want a camera.
Because a drawing just isn't going to do it justice.
Or if I did draw it (and life drawing is so not my talent), would just get patted on the head and told what an interesting imagination I have. >_O
Currently house sitting for some friends (no worries, still going over to Ysabet's often) and the cat's looking at me like 'You're not Mom and Dad. Where's Mom and Dad?'. Then proceeds to sniff everything he can. Hee hee.
Upside: one week of unlimited highspeed internet. Can we say download? >D
Also, they have massive wicked cable. Which means Music Videos. *purrrr* -Music Videos are kinda a guilty pleasure of mine, like chocolate. Cause wow! It's art! Moving art! To music! Could life get any sweeter? ^___^
Currently watching the international music video feed. They just had this weird one from Canada, the band members are wearing different brightly coloured shirts, in different rooms of this really big old house, holding different objects. A candlestick, a rope, a wrench, etc, etc. *snickers*
The Grey Zone: The Cat's Return
Around the end of November, they ran into a small problem.
The original plan for them was to go to University upon arriving in England, but that had fallen through, leaving them with spare time on their hands to travel and take care of detective-type business. But this also meant that Kaito's passport, which was good to visit the country for three month was expiring in a few weeks, because he hadn't entered University and dealt with visa and passport issues there.
Saguru, who had a dual passport for Japan and England didn't have this problem. He did have a solution however.
The solution was to visit Uncle Dorian and Uncle Klaus in Schloss Eberbach in Bonn, Germany. Which would mean that Kaito's passport would be good in Germany for three months --even if they were only planning on staying for a week or so-- and then would once again be good for three months once they came back to London, meaning they wouldn't have this problem again until after February, after school started up again.
It was a good plan and a workable one. So off they headed to Schloss Eberbach with Uncle Klaus' blessing and to Uncle Dorian's delight. Kaito just hoped the eccentric earl didn't decide to dress him up this time. He respected the art thief, but that respect was mixed with a good sense of self preservation.
After all, Earl Dorian Red Gloria was related to Saguru.
And Mum.
The trip actually went better than either of them hoped, Kaito and Saguru getting informal lessons in art and history, Uncle Dorian's specialities as they explored the castle. Uncle Klaus, when he wasn't working, gave them less cerebral training in firearms and weaponry, his speciality. Saguru turned out to be a better shot than Kaito had realised. But then he'd never -seen- Saguru shoot before either, guns being almost impossible to get a hold of in Japan.
Kaito also attempted to draft Uncle Dorian in his cause to get Saguru to learn lock-picking, to no avail. Uncle Dorian wasn't going to coerce his justice driven nephew into something potentially law breaking if he was dead set against it.
Kaito did get an invitation to the next Rogues' Ball however. 'Uncle Eroica' mentioned that Chat Noir was invited too. He said he'd think about it.
It wasn't the castle where he ran into trouble, it was a day trip to a town a few hours away where trouble found him. It was the most innocent of fashions, he and Saguru had been meandering down the street when he'd spotted a doll in an antique store window.
It wasn't just any doll, it was a cat. A very sleek, elegant cat, every inch the lady, dressed in turn of the century clothing complete with umbrella and bonnet, emerald green cat's eye stones looking at them with alarming intelligence. Without telling the blond detective what was going on, he wandered inside, looking around the stop. A middle age woman greeted him and he'd struck up a conversation, talking about various pieces in the shop, eventually directing it towards the Lady Cat.
The cat belonged had belonged to a friend of her mother, half of a pair that had been separated before the war. Unfortunately her mother's friend had died before being reunited with her sweetheart, who lived overseas, hence the doll's melancholy expression. The Lady Cat, named Louise, was not for sale, and was sitting in the window in hopes that someone would know who she was.
Kaito steered the conversation towards other topics, not daring to hover on that particular topic for too long, eventually finding a broach for Mum as a souvenir.
Saguru was silent as they left the shop, a pensive look on his face as he watched Kaito with wise eyes. Thankfully, the detective didn't ask questions, content to let him deal with his own business.
He sent a letter out that night, express mail. Three days passed by without a response.
On the fourth day, he sent out another letter.
The next morning found Saguru reading the newspaper, a frown creasing his brow.
On three of the local newspapers had a warning notice from the Kaitou Kid on the front page. Uncle Dorian thought the whole thing was terribly exciting and shot him a sly wink. Uncle Klaus frowned sternly as he drank his usual morning Nescafe and declared the capers of a delusional thief not worthy of NATO's attention. The stern dark haired man had clasped Kaito's shoulder before leaving for the day however.
From what he had heard, Uncle Dorian had been good for Uncle Klaus. Evidently the NATO intelligence officer had mellowed in the art thief's presence. Or thieves presence in general, considering Eroica's troupe. However, from the mutterings Uncle Klaus made as he stormed off to work, thieves who sent a note -before- the heist instead of -after- made no sense to the stiff man.
Saguru had watched him with worried dark eyes, despite the damnable blue contacts. He'd cornered Kaito after breakfast, capturing Kaito's head in his hands and leaning over him, bringing their foreheads together, so close Kaito could almost taste the tea Saguru had drunk for breakfast on his breath. For a several long, Kaito thought Saguru was going to kiss him.
Part of him, roared in possessive jubilation and a heady bit of arousal. It had been over a month since the last time they'd kissed and it was About. Damn. Time. The detective was -his-. The rest of him watched like a stunned fis- a stunned fly on the wall, doubts and uncertainties swirling. Saguru wanted the thief, the Kaitou Kid, not the prankster magician Kuroba Kaito.
Instead, the detective whispered in a low voice for him to be careful. Before Kaito could make a quip back, Saguru abruptly released him, briskly informing him that he was going to spend the day in the library reading, would appreciate his solitude and then stalked off without a backwards glance.
The detective's equivalent of plugging his ears, closing his eyes and singing 'la-la-la-la-can't hear you', leaving Kaito with the day free to prepare. The detective -knew- he was the Kid, but Kaito usually made his own excuses to prepare for a heist, doing so without Saguru's knowledge, surprising him along with everyone else when the note came.
Not that he had much to prepare, but having the lee-way without excuses was unprecedented. But he'd taken advantage of it, slipping out of the house and taking care of a few minor details and watch people scramble to catch up. The German police weren't used to the Kaitou Kid, and while he couldn't understand the language, it was fascinating to watch them prepare. Fortunately, he was wanted alive, not dead. If he was dead, he couldn't tell anyone where the few jewels he hadn't returned had gone to.
-not that he'd kept any, other than the one. Which was safe in Saguru's bedroom, napping with it's own Kaitou Kid plushie. Which had it's own transmitter that alerted Hirokini whenever the two were separated by more than a dozen metres. There was also an emergency communicator in the Kid doll, but that was usually switched off. They deserved some privacy while in bed, even if they weren't doing anything other than sleeping.
Just because he didn't -think- anyone would look for Pandora inside of Sir Stinky didn't mean that he wasn't a suspicious bastard.
The shopkeeper was putting up only a minor amount of fuss, especially since her sleepy little shop had suddenly become the centre of attention of about half the world. Kaito supposed that having slipped in the line about 'lovers reuniting' had helped.
He supposed he could have just explained that he knew where the Lady Cat's other half was, and gotten the doll that way. Or just have quietly stolen her on the sly. But if he hadn't gotten a reaction back from the letter he had sent, he needed another way to get his acquaintance's attention. Hence, the heist.
Night-time rolled around, approaching the time listed in the heist note and he donned the garments of one of the officers guarding the shop. It hadn't been hard to catch one of the officers off balance --he'd chosen one with a slight cold who wasn't talking much, covering his own lack of the language and covered him well, letting the man sleep off both the gas and the illness-- and take his place.
His other preparations made themselves known in the surrounding area, a constant background noise as he casually approached the window. The idea was to remove one of the multi-paned window's glass panes and remove the doll that way, under the cover of a smoke cloud. Simple, but effective.
Unfortunately, he was stopped, just as he reached for the window. By someone he had not expected to see this time or any other time for that matter.
Europe's supposed number one policeman, Delon. The detective who's claim to fame was killing suspects if he could not capture them.
And Kid had made a fool of him when he had appeared in Japan, protecting Princess Anne of Sublina. Not only getting away, but by tricking the officer into falling out out of a fourth story window. Then to add insult to injury, he'd publicly praised Nakamori-keibu's skills while Delon had hung from a flag pole, allowing Aoko's father to keep his job.
But most likely also the reason for Saguru's worry, probably having read it in the newspapers, which Kaito couldn't read, being in German and not English or Japanese. And probably the reason why Saguru wasn't here, keeping it from escalating by not allowing this to turn into a competition between the two detectives. Not that it was common knowledge that Saguru was in the country.
The look in Delon's eyes as he ordered Kid to show himself --while at gunpoint, no less-- was nothing short of possessed. If he hadn't been positive that Koizumi was still in the States, he would have started looking for charmed necklaces or spells.
He'd lost the disguise then, his white-clad garb sparkling in the spot lights that flashed on once his appearance was known, much to the cheers of the crowds on the other sides of the policeman's barriers. He'd given them all a courtly bow, keeping his hands where everyone could see them. Not that it would prevent him from pulling something.
Delon had ordered him to step away from the window, a request he replied he couldn't honour. He simply here as a courtier, to take the Lady to her beloved. He'd reached towards the doll, the glass wavering like water around his hand, allowing it to slip inside into the shop. Louise's eyes flashed as she reached forward, a tiny hand elegantly resting on his thumb as she took a few steps, sitting on to the palm of his hands as if she were resting on a throne.
He'd pulled his hand back out, the glass wavering around both of them before solidifying back the way it had been, Louise primly balanced in his hand, an enigmatic smile on her face, green eyes sparkling in the bright lights. The cheers had nearly been deafening as he'd tipped his hat towards Delon, letting some drops from a vial in his hand spill onto the ground.
The effect was almost instantaneous. Cats came charging from all directions towards the scent, like a multi-coloured furry wave. While Delon and the officers scrambled to deal with their sudden appearance, he tossed a combination smoke and flash bomb to the ground. A second pellet was lobbed at Delon, impacting against the cursing cop and covering him with an oily like substance as Kid made his escape. He didn't stay to watch as the cats swarmed the man, yowling their pleasure.
He'd laced the area with female cat pheromones and cat nip, bringing every tomcat and probably quite a few females within scenting distance to the area. The stuff he'd tossed on Delon had been the concentrated pheromones.
Until Delon washed it off, every single tom he came into contact with thought he was the sexiest beast ever. And would demonstrate this, with love songs of delight and LOTS of attention.
-It would probably take a while to wash it all off too.
Cackling happily to himself, he changed out of the Kid clothing and made his way back to Schloss Eberbach, taking an erratic route to prevent from being followed. It was more habit than anything, like his circumventing Schloss Eberbach's security system to climb into Saguru's room, but it was a good habit and a useful one.
The Lady Cat he placed on a table in front of a window, setting her to watch the rising moon. The doll hadn't moved since climbing into his hand, but the smile hadn't left her face.
In retrospect, he wasn't sure if the window had been his doing, or hers. He certainly had no explanation for it. And the amount of cats that had come charging far exceeded the amount he'd anticipated from his perusal of the amount that had gathered before he'd made his appearance.
In the end, he'd dismissed it with a tired yawn, stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed with the still slumbering Saguru, wrapping the warm blond around him, drifting off to a contented sleep.
He'd woken up around false dawn, the hushed sound of voices and a bird's flapping wing gaining his attention. Opening his eyes a crack, he'd seen two cat-eared figured embracing on the window, the dim light casting their shadows over the bed. The two small figures then disappeared out the window with a salute and a wave, a bird flying away.
Kaito smiled to himself and went back to sleep.
The next morning, when he woke up for real to get up and pack because they were leaving around noon, he found a black and white feather, striped like a magpie's wing, and a small note where the Lady Cat had been sitting that night.
'Deepest apologies for not replying to your letter sooner, there were some unforeseen delays in our arrival. My sincerest gratitude in reuniting my fiancee and myself.
Should you ever need anything, please do not hesitate to contact us at the Cat Agency. We are in your debt for your act of kindness.
Sincerely,
Baron Humbert von Gikkingen'
Saguru peered over his shoulder, reading the letter with confusion. In the end, the blond scratched his head and shrugged, his sleepy brain not up to dealing with impossible acts early in the morning. Kaito smiled at him, kissed his cheek in thanks for his help yesterday and wandered off to his own room to put away things from last nights escapades and pack up to head back to England.
If they ever made it back to Japan, he'd have to introduce Saguru to the Baron. They'd probably get along well.
-fin-
The Baron, Louise and their story are originally from "Mimi wo Sumaseba/Whisper of the Heart", a Studio Ghibli movie. The Cat Agency is from "Neko no Ongaeshi/The Cat Returns".
-We've been wanting to do a fic with Louise and the Baron ever since we saw Whisper of the Heart years ago. #^^#
the original idea for TGZ was a passing reference from Saguru to Klaus, to see if a picture of Louise was familiar. Then this came out. ^^;; Written in under 2 hours.
Sorry, Ann. I really didn't mean to use Delon before you did.
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Date: 2005-09-01 01:50 am (UTC)I would give insightful and intelligent commentary, but my brain is currently floating off on a cloud of happy and most likely being chucked through Mokona-matter-mitter.
So I'll just fangirl like a demented thing, and possibly wonder whether you have any plans for the two of them, when they return to Great Britain, to perhaps encounter Welshwoman Mari-nee-Jenkins and her disreputable brother Howell.
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Date: 2005-09-02 04:38 am (UTC)Nope, they haven't told me where they're going next. ^^;; I'm waiting to find out too. *rolls eyes*
Hee. Glad you liked it! ^___^
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Date: 2005-09-01 02:26 am (UTC)Since they're in England most of the time (and I know you don't need more of this), have you ever thought of maybe throwing some Celtic mythology into the mix? Mythology happens to be my passion (Celtic moreso), and I just love the idea of Kid getting in trouble with the fariee folk while over there (since Ireland's mythological background is still more alive than, say, America's).
And that being said, I just had an image of Artemis Fowl (mr. Irish teen billionaire super genius) and Kid having a contest to get a certain painting first. :: giggles :: Sorry, I'm not helping.
Uncle Erotica?! Squeee! Auntie Kitty and Uncle Erotica... would that make Kitty and Erotica in-laws, since Dorian's on Saguru's side?
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Date: 2005-09-02 04:24 am (UTC)Hmm... could be fun tho. Do you think that Saguru believes in the Fair Folk? :D
Never heard of Artemis Fowl... hmm. Looks like an interesting series of books. ^__^
(Kitty is Kaito's, Eroica is Saguru's. The question is does this make them each other's In-law? o_O)
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Date: 2005-09-02 08:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-02 01:05 pm (UTC)And yes, actually, I do think Saguru believes in the Fair Folk. Although he'd rather die than admit it.
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Date: 2005-09-01 03:40 am (UTC)louise is lovely and the whole melting glass is wonderful and just right for that story line. The concentrated cat pheromones had me giggling all over, just picturing all the toms following and going "Meeeer!!!!"
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Date: 2005-09-02 03:57 am (UTC)the guys like to trhow in some random reality bits that no one else seems to think of. 9_9 S'kinda fun.