[drabble] Kami Kaitou

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So I'm beating my head against the proverbial brick wall when Mati asks if we can write a drabble.

Kami-Kaitou, helping someone against bullies and/or to hide/find something.
Extra points for mentioning being warded off by fish.
spirit/ghost/kami Thief.

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Depending on where he traveled in the world, he was known by many names.

Raven by some. Coyote by others. Loki by yet a third people.

But no matter where he went, he was cursed by some, blessed by others. Which was fair, really. His gifts were both blessing and curse.

That was the way of a teacher in all honesty. And his was the school of hard knocks.

So to some extent, he could -understand- when people were annoyed at him.

But really, that was no reason to cover his favourite shrine in his least favourite food.

Ugh. Fish.

-fin-

And back to wrestling with Aoko. *sighs*

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Damnit, dunnit figure I'd jump in too?

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All he could think of was Damnit, this was the reason he'd learned Judo in the first place!

But it didn't matter. It didn't matter that he'd learned Judo for this very reason, it just seemed to matter that when Saguru was confronted by this schoolyard bully he'd simply frozen. This schoolyard bully from years past, when he was back in Primary.

"Shinezu buso kuso!" his attacker hissed in his ear, leaning over him menacingly.

Die you ugly shit.

"Do digata ni kazana ho akeruzou," he hissed again, and Saguru winced as the older boy threaded his fingers through his hair pulling it harshly and slamming his head against the rough concrete below them.

I'm going to rip open your stomach.

His attacker punched him three times in the stomach, and Saguru coughed before closing his eyes, tired and wishing this were over.

"Omae o korosu,"

I will kill you.

Saguru coughed again, and whimpered as his attacker pulled on his hair again before slamming it to the ground once more.

Gathering up his miniscule courage he said the first thing that came to mind, the first thing he could, "Chikushome,"

Son of a bitch.

His attacker’s anger flared and he grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back, making Saguru cry out in pain. "Tameguchi kitten ja ney o!

Don't disrespect me, you f*ck!

He twisted his arm again and smiled in grim satisfaction as Saguru yelled, squeezing his eyes shut to combat tears.

"Hey!"

His attacker glanced over his shoulder and stopped short, his eyes growing wide and stumbling back, away from Saguru and the other person.

"Damn right you better run!"

And soon Saguru's assailant was out of sight. Saguru's savior huffed once, and walked over to the blonde.

"It's alright," he said kneeling, "he's gone now."

Saguru's eyes opened slowly, and took in the image before him. His breath hitched in his throat and tears began to stream down his heavily bruised cheeks. With his good arm, the one his Primary tormenter hadn't held behind his back, he wrapped it around his savior and began to sob into the fabric of his shirt.

"Sir Stinky!" He wailed, and then began to sob and hiccup uncontrollably.

Sir Stinky's possessed body hugged the broken boy back, and narrowed his black button eyes. He may not have known why, after taking control of this boy's stuffed animal all those years ago and saving him from that bully, he had slipped into a dormant state, but he did know he was awake now, and had no intention of leaving this boy any time soon.

And who knows? Staying with this boy just may lead him to his son.

The Kami-Kaitou smiled mentally at the thought of his son freaking out at the sight of his father’s spirit, the original Kaitou 1412, permanently attached to a small, gray-ish/blue stuffed elephant.

But until then he would stay with this Hakuba Saguru, and he would protect him, for as long as he was able.
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Kinda sucked, dinnit?