[fic] TGZ: A Little Detour
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ickaimpBecause we need something funny. Thanks to Linda and MOrgan for their help with the... uh... pole. #^^#
"Someone help my brother!!" A small child's voice cried out in worry and panic as they walked down the streets of London. Saguru automatically tensed, like a tracking hound, attention immediately pointed in the direction of the voice. With instinct borne of practice and familiarity living with a detective for several months now, Kaito kept a weather eye on the surroundings, watching for anyone looking suspicious or running away. He didn't see anything odd, but that didn't necessarily mean that there wasn't. They briskly headed towards the voice, a speckled boy looking up at the top of a street lamp in distress.
"What's the problem?" Saguru questioned, excluding a quiet sense of authority. The kid seemed to calm down slightly, having an 'adult' arrive at the scene.
"It's my brother!!" He pointed two stories above their heads, to where some balloons had gotten wrapped around the light. "He's stuck up there!"
Kaito and Saguru exchanged looks. There didn't seem to be any possible way for someone to get -up- there, much less be hidden by the balloons. Yet the boy's concern seemed genuine, at least to Kaito's senses.
"I got it." He said, slipping the woollen muffler off of Saguru's neck and tucking it in a a coat pocket. With a small 'hup!', he launched himself at the lamp post, wrapped his legs around it and began to shimmy up it. He could hear people gather and chatter below him, but kept his attention on his goal and what his limbs were doing. He would bet that Saguru had positioned himself under him, to catch him should he slip, but wasn't going to look down to check.
He got to the top of the pole and carefully freed one hand to toss the muffler over the horizontal limb, then wrap the loose ends of the loop around his hand. Using that for both balance and a brake, ankles locked around each other, he reached out towards the balloons tangled at the end of the limb.
"Oh, thank heavens!" A tiny relieved voice greeted him. The ribbons the balloons were tied to began to wiggle as a figure made itself known from the tangled mess. "I thought I was either going to fly off and get eaten by a hawk or never get down!"
It was a mouse. A little white mouse, to be precise. Wearing clothing. Including what looked like trainers on his feet.
The mouse half-waved a paw... hand. "You okay?"
"Yeah." He shook off his surprise. "Head rush. Sorry."
"If you can get me down, I'll forgive you anything." The mouse replied with good humour.
"Right away." Kaito smiled, partly because of the quip, partly to reassure the skittish looking mouse. He reached into another pocket, pulling out his Swiss Army pocket knife --that conveniently hid some of his lock-picking tools-- and opening the scissors with his teeth. "Ready?" He asked, poising the scissors' blades over the mouse's head.
"Ready." The mouse gave him a nervous smile, hands grabbing hold of Kaito's dangling sleeve. "I'll just... ah... hold on to this here, okay?"
Just in case one of the ribbons that he cut was the wrong one and dropped the mouse. "That's fine." He nodded. "Here we go."
It was a bit like de-fusing a bomb, not that he'd ever had that pleasure. He had to be cautious to cut the ribbons that were tangled around the mouse, but not the ones that were keeping the mouse from being street pizza. While dangling from one hand two stories above the ground.
The mouse seemed to have more faith in him than he did, flicking his tail out of the way, kicking ribbons loose and away from where he was cutting. The twisted mass finally unravelled itself to two ribbons cradling the tiny form. "All right?" He asked.
"I'm okay." The mouse gave him an edgy thumbs-up. "What's next, boss?"
"Next, I'm going to grab you." Kaito shifted his grip on the muffler, his hand going numb from the fabric cutting off the circulation to his fingers. "Is it okay if I put you in the hood of my jacket for the trip down?"
"What ever works." The mouse agreed easily. Kaito nodded, shifting the pocket knife so that he was holding it in two fingers, like one would hold a cigarette. The rest of his fingers he wrapped around the small figure, taking care not to squeeze too hard. The mouse grabbed on to him, sliding free of the ribbons. "You got me!"
"'Kay." He carefully pulled his hand away, just incase he'd captured some ribbons in his fist. He hadn't and his arm came away freely. Slowly, he moved his hand to the hood behind his head, the mouse scampering from his hand into the confines there.
"You good?" Kaito questioned before moving his hand again.
"I'm good." The mouse called back happily. "Tucked like a bug in a rug."
"Okay." Kaito folded the scissors back up, returning it to his pocket, then carefully shifted his weight back to the main vertical pole. He could hear people breathing a sigh of relief below him as he unlooped the muffler, wrapped it in a fist began to slowly slide back down, mindful of his passenger.
"STUART!!" The boy called gleefully as Kaito's feet hit the ground. Kaito paused, then knelt so that the boy could pull his brother out of the hood, which the boy gleefully did, admonishing his 'little' brother for getting into trouble. Stuart reassured his bigger brother that he was fine.
Kaito got the feeling that this was a regular occurrence.
Saguru stepped next to him, coat brushing against Kaito's arm. "Good job"
"Thanks." He smiled back, unwrapping the muffler from his hand and placing it around Saguru's neck. "Thanks for the loan."
"Welcome." The blond nudged him, motioning with his head that they should take the opportunity to leave. Kaito nodded and quickly herded Saguru away, resisting the urge toss down a smoke bomb. In the background, he heard the brother exclaim about where had they gone, but he ignored it.
"You okay?" Saguru questioned, brushing against Kaito, his familiar presence grounding.
"I'm fine." Kaito assured him. He hesitated slightly. ".... That was a mouse, right?"
"Yes." The detective agreed. "The boy's brother."
"That's what I thought." Kaito nodded, his forehead wrinkling. "... Saguru?"
"Yes?"
"London is -strange-."
-fin-
"Someone help my brother!!" A small child's voice cried out in worry and panic as they walked down the streets of London. Saguru automatically tensed, like a tracking hound, attention immediately pointed in the direction of the voice. With instinct borne of practice and familiarity living with a detective for several months now, Kaito kept a weather eye on the surroundings, watching for anyone looking suspicious or running away. He didn't see anything odd, but that didn't necessarily mean that there wasn't. They briskly headed towards the voice, a speckled boy looking up at the top of a street lamp in distress.
"What's the problem?" Saguru questioned, excluding a quiet sense of authority. The kid seemed to calm down slightly, having an 'adult' arrive at the scene.
"It's my brother!!" He pointed two stories above their heads, to where some balloons had gotten wrapped around the light. "He's stuck up there!"
Kaito and Saguru exchanged looks. There didn't seem to be any possible way for someone to get -up- there, much less be hidden by the balloons. Yet the boy's concern seemed genuine, at least to Kaito's senses.
"I got it." He said, slipping the woollen muffler off of Saguru's neck and tucking it in a a coat pocket. With a small 'hup!', he launched himself at the lamp post, wrapped his legs around it and began to shimmy up it. He could hear people gather and chatter below him, but kept his attention on his goal and what his limbs were doing. He would bet that Saguru had positioned himself under him, to catch him should he slip, but wasn't going to look down to check.
He got to the top of the pole and carefully freed one hand to toss the muffler over the horizontal limb, then wrap the loose ends of the loop around his hand. Using that for both balance and a brake, ankles locked around each other, he reached out towards the balloons tangled at the end of the limb.
"Oh, thank heavens!" A tiny relieved voice greeted him. The ribbons the balloons were tied to began to wiggle as a figure made itself known from the tangled mess. "I thought I was either going to fly off and get eaten by a hawk or never get down!"
It was a mouse. A little white mouse, to be precise. Wearing clothing. Including what looked like trainers on his feet.
The mouse half-waved a paw... hand. "You okay?"
"Yeah." He shook off his surprise. "Head rush. Sorry."
"If you can get me down, I'll forgive you anything." The mouse replied with good humour.
"Right away." Kaito smiled, partly because of the quip, partly to reassure the skittish looking mouse. He reached into another pocket, pulling out his Swiss Army pocket knife --that conveniently hid some of his lock-picking tools-- and opening the scissors with his teeth. "Ready?" He asked, poising the scissors' blades over the mouse's head.
"Ready." The mouse gave him a nervous smile, hands grabbing hold of Kaito's dangling sleeve. "I'll just... ah... hold on to this here, okay?"
Just in case one of the ribbons that he cut was the wrong one and dropped the mouse. "That's fine." He nodded. "Here we go."
It was a bit like de-fusing a bomb, not that he'd ever had that pleasure. He had to be cautious to cut the ribbons that were tangled around the mouse, but not the ones that were keeping the mouse from being street pizza. While dangling from one hand two stories above the ground.
The mouse seemed to have more faith in him than he did, flicking his tail out of the way, kicking ribbons loose and away from where he was cutting. The twisted mass finally unravelled itself to two ribbons cradling the tiny form. "All right?" He asked.
"I'm okay." The mouse gave him an edgy thumbs-up. "What's next, boss?"
"Next, I'm going to grab you." Kaito shifted his grip on the muffler, his hand going numb from the fabric cutting off the circulation to his fingers. "Is it okay if I put you in the hood of my jacket for the trip down?"
"What ever works." The mouse agreed easily. Kaito nodded, shifting the pocket knife so that he was holding it in two fingers, like one would hold a cigarette. The rest of his fingers he wrapped around the small figure, taking care not to squeeze too hard. The mouse grabbed on to him, sliding free of the ribbons. "You got me!"
"'Kay." He carefully pulled his hand away, just incase he'd captured some ribbons in his fist. He hadn't and his arm came away freely. Slowly, he moved his hand to the hood behind his head, the mouse scampering from his hand into the confines there.
"You good?" Kaito questioned before moving his hand again.
"I'm good." The mouse called back happily. "Tucked like a bug in a rug."
"Okay." Kaito folded the scissors back up, returning it to his pocket, then carefully shifted his weight back to the main vertical pole. He could hear people breathing a sigh of relief below him as he unlooped the muffler, wrapped it in a fist began to slowly slide back down, mindful of his passenger.
"STUART!!" The boy called gleefully as Kaito's feet hit the ground. Kaito paused, then knelt so that the boy could pull his brother out of the hood, which the boy gleefully did, admonishing his 'little' brother for getting into trouble. Stuart reassured his bigger brother that he was fine.
Kaito got the feeling that this was a regular occurrence.
Saguru stepped next to him, coat brushing against Kaito's arm. "Good job"
"Thanks." He smiled back, unwrapping the muffler from his hand and placing it around Saguru's neck. "Thanks for the loan."
"Welcome." The blond nudged him, motioning with his head that they should take the opportunity to leave. Kaito nodded and quickly herded Saguru away, resisting the urge toss down a smoke bomb. In the background, he heard the brother exclaim about where had they gone, but he ignored it.
"You okay?" Saguru questioned, brushing against Kaito, his familiar presence grounding.
"I'm fine." Kaito assured him. He hesitated slightly. ".... That was a mouse, right?"
"Yes." The detective agreed. "The boy's brother."
"That's what I thought." Kaito nodded, his forehead wrinkling. "... Saguru?"
"Yes?"
"London is -strange-."
-fin-
