[fic] Mad Dogs and Englishmen
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ickaimpCurrently somewhere between 'cheerful' and 'blarg'. Is a very interesting place to be
Y'know, every time I see 'H/K' on the DC fic sites, I keep thinking it means 'Hakuba/Kuroba' not 'Heiji/Kazuha'. ^^;; Heh. *sweatdrops* Always disappointed...
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Thanks to Ann for setting of the Voices and Ysabet for the title
Mad Dogs and Englishmen
by Icka! M. Chif
He could feel his pulse in his head. That was the first thing he was aware of when he woke up. And it wasn't just the mild comforting throb of blood and oxygen going to the grey matter that he could feel.
No, this was someone taking giant cymbals, like one of those stupid wind-up monkeys and banging them on his brain with every beat of his heart.
He was also slightly damp, he noticed. And the blankets were wrapped around him rather uncomfortably. And he was sore. What had been doing?
The annoying sound of running water was making him want to use the toilet, except he didn't think he could currently get up right. If the world was pounding this bad while he was laying down, he didn't want to think how bad it would be if he stood up.
No... he was much more content just to lay here and look at the imprint on the other pillow while his detective skills mutely informed him that he was missing something quite obvious.
Something that he should be remembering.
Something that had to do with why he was missing his shirt...
The sound of water cut off and he was mildly grateful for the lack of noise.
There was blissful silence for a little while, and he dozed a bit, blissfully numb in the grey zone of not awake / not asleep, just listening to the pounding of his heart.
Then Kuroba Kaito walked into his bedroom, wearing what appeared to be nothing but a half-tied bathrobe and a towel on his head.
Hakuba Saguru went from laying down and nearly asleep to sitting up and jarringly awake in 0.3 seconds.
And immediately wished he hadn't because it brought the cymbal banging monkeys back, although the adrenaline rush kept them from being unbearable.
Kuroba pulled the towel off his head and glanced over. "Ah. You're awake."
He simply mutely stared back, trying to put the puzzled pieces together of what had happened last night. Which would have worked better if he could remember.
And the facts he had to work with were not lining up correctly.
1: Kuroba was here. In his bedroom. Wearing his bathrobe.
That in and of itself was disturbing.
2: There was a slight imprint of where someone had slept in the bed next to him, meaning that someone had been there up until recently.
Refer back to fact #1.
3: He was in his bed, wearing nothing but his boxers.
4: -Which were damp, like the rest of him and some rather large wet spots on the bed.
All these facts adding up to one possible conclusion.
He was so very very screwed.
Kuroba moved the desk chair way from the desk and closer to the bed before calmly sitting down, tucking the bath robe around him and crossing his arms across his chest. "What do you remember of last night?"
Hakuba rubbed his head. That was not a good question. "A.. uh..." His throat and mouth were fuzzy, it was hard to speak.
Kuroba sighed. "There's a glass of water next to you." He informed him, not unkindly. "And there's a couple of painkillers from your medicine cabinet beside them."
"'anks." He spotted them on the bedstead and quickly gulped both down despite his unsteady hands. Why was he so sore anyway?
He could remember snatches of a Kid heist last night, and of a celebration. That was right... they had gotten the jewel back from Kid, which counted as a victory for the Kaito Kid division. There had been lots of shouting and a general party... But he couldn't remember anything past that.
He couldn't... he wouldn't have... would he?
"What did I do?" He croaked, a very unsettling feeling settling in the pit of his gut that had nothing to do with any possible contents in it.
"Before or after the fish?" Kuroba growled.
That was a blank. "Fish?"
"Yes. It's still swimming laps around in the toilet bowl where you left it. How it's still alive is beyond me." The darker haired teen grumped. "YOU'RE gonna have to deal with it, I'm not getting anywhere near it."
O... kay... "Start at the beginning?" He asked beginning to feel very foolish. "After the party?"
"The party." Kuroba said carefully. "Aoko and I went to the station to escort her father back home, and discovered that someone had been giving you some of the alcoholic stuff, instead of the non-alcoholic, which you probably drank because you're too polite to refuse."
He cleared his throat. "Actually, I only drink tea at the Task Force celebrations." He did not want to end up looking like a loon, unlike some of the others.
"Then someone must have given you a Long Island Iced Tea. I've seen the aftermath of those parties, and it's not always pretty." Kuroba grumped. Probably either with Aoko taking care of her father, or as part of surveillance for the Kid, Hakuba absently noted. Kuroba continued, looking surly. "And being the nice guy that I am, I got volunteered to bring you home safely."
He got the feeling that somehow that involved one Nakamori Aoko and some wheedling on her part. Or at least glares. It was amazing how small a single look from the messy-haired girl could make you feel.
He also didn't feel too bad for the magician, because not even the mighty broom of Aoko could make him do something he didn't want to. Therefore this was probably an exaggeration on the Kuroba's part. He was a performer after all.
Kuroba continued. "So off we went on our merry way to your house when you started singing what appeared to be Dirty Drinking Songs. In English. And your accent kept getting thicker the more you sang. That wasn't so bad. Then you decided to translate them, while drunk, into Japanese so that I could sing along."
The magician leaned forward, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "I don't care how rosy and lovely her knees might be, I'm -not- going to sing about a mermaid's sister with the top half of a fish and the bottom half of a girl."
Hakuba found himself sweatdropping, wondering what other songs he had been singing. And if Kuroba had understood any of them. The idea of teaching someone who was the Kaitou Kid dirty pub songs was unsettling, to say the least.
"Fortunately, or unfortunately as the case may be," Kuroba continued, leaning back in the chair again "You stopped for a while in favour of trying to steal a traffic cone."
"Eh?"
"Yes. A traffic cone. One of those glowing red cones from a construction area." Kuroba crossed his arms, looking like he was trying to cover up a snicker with a grumpy facade. "Evidently you wanted to wear it on your head and be crowned 'King of the Mushroom People'."
Too many faerie tales when he was younger, Hakuba mused.
"I talked you out of that, your deduction skills are -severely- lacking when drunk, I might add. But at least you don't turn melancholy like Nakamori-san does occasionally. Aoko just thinks she can play the piano, by the way."
"Oh... kay..." He wasn't quite sure what to do with that information, but obviously Kuroba had had his share of dealing with drunk people.
"Unfortunately, after I talked you out of stealing the traffic cone, you decided to 'hop the pond' and went for a swim. I'm not going to get into all the messy details on that one, but needless to say, there were fish."
"... one of which is now in the toilet bowl..." He ventured.
Kuroba nodded. "Yup. I'm still not going anywhere near it."
"That's fine." He could deal with a fish in the toilet bowl. He was still having trouble with the Kuroba in his bedroom however.
"And I wouldn't be surprised if you're sore for the next couple of days, after attempting to wrestle the sea monster." The wild haired boy added nonchalantly. "You claimed that you won, but I'm pretty sure the big metal statue in the middle of the pond is ready for a re-match any time you feel up to it."
"Sea monster." He echoed dully. Just how big of an idiot had he made of himself last night? And in front of Kuroba no less! Jeez, could he have made a bigger arse of himself or what?
"Yup. Swore it chased you all the way from some Loch or something." Kuroba nodded cheerfully. "But fortunately all that wrestling seemed to wear you out and we made the rest of the trip back here in a what can be considered somewhat of a straight line. Y'know, as long as the artist of that line happens to be sloshed out of his gourd and standing on his head."
"Thank you for that sterling mental picture."
"Welcome!" Kuroba grinned way too cheekily. "I can draw you another!"
"Pass." He groaned, holding his head. "Did I do anything moronic once we got here?"
"Depends." Kuroba smirked. "Define 'moronic'."
"Uhhh... I'm not going to like this much, am I?"
"Probably not." The other boy nodded. "Sometimes I think that the world is against me because I can never seem to find a camera when you do stuff like this."
"Thank Heaven for small favours." He muttered.
Kuroba snickered. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"I'm probably going to regret this, but... yes." It was going to be like one of though annoying itches you couldn't scratch if he didn't. Or popping a really irritated zit, leaving that gross filmy white residue all over the place
The wild haired boy shrugged. "We got back here, and I tried to put you to bed. Only you sort of protested once I got your jacket off and tried to get you into pyjamas. Your shirts are so starched I don't see how you can move in them..." He trailed off, scratching his head in a nervous gesture.
"...." He somehow got the feeling that he was not going to like where this was going.
"Well, you had a wonderful bout of 'drunk logic' right about there and decided that if you weren't wearing a shirt, then neither was I."
Hakuba nearly fell out of the bed. "Wha-what?!"
"With your teeth."
He swore he could feel the blood drain first from his face, then right back into it. "Yo-you're kidding."
"Yup!" Kuroba burst into peals of laughter, falling out of the chair as he rolled, waving a shaking finger in his general direction. "See! See!" He chortled.
Hakuba buried his face in his hand. "I'd hit you if I could muster the energy to get out of bed." He muttered.
Kuroba's howls grew louder. "And this... ha-ha! is why I wish for hee! A camera! BWHAHAHAHAhahahahaa!! PRICELESS!!!"
"You do realise just how much I hate you."
The magician burst into fresh peals of laughter as he rolled on the ground laughing.
Hakuba waited stone-facially for the laughter to die down. Obviously by Kuroba's response he had been fibbing about some part of the tale.
Finally Kuroba died down to a muted snickering, half sitting up by virtue of one arm hooked on the seat of the desk chair. "Sorry, sorry, the look on your face... hee hee!!!"
He glared back. "Not amusing Kuroba."
"Okay, okay.." Kuroba's snickering faded out, leaving that damn grin on his face. "I was kidding about the teeth thing. But you did manage to get my shirt and one sock, which you declared to be the perfect nose warmer for Sir Stinky. Where is the stuffed elephant anyway?"
"Somewhere safe." And away from Kuroba's hands. He didn't want to think what would happen if Kuroba ever got a hold of the plushie. "What happened after that?"
Kuroba gave a lazy shrug. "Managed to wrestle you to bed about the time you finally crashed and you grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go. Muttered that you finally caught the Kid before you passed out for good. And then you Wouldn't Let Go. Got a really good grip on you when you're drunk. The choice was either dislocating my arm, dislocating your arm or just staying put."
"I take it you eventually fell asleep on the bed as well and just spent the night." He mused, putting the pieces together.
"Yup!" Kuroba nodded.
"Then why is the bed damp?"
"Laundry. Got your wet clothes off ya so you wouldn't get sick, but didn't get them very far. Hung them up in the bathroom before I took a shower."
"Ah." He nodded. "Thank you." He supposed this put him in the magician's debt now.
Kuroba waved it off. "Eh, don't worry about it." There was an un-spoken comment there, that Hakuba would do the same for him.
He refrained from answering, distracted by something he had just noticed. "Kuroba?"
"Hm?"
"Are you wearing a pair of my boxers?"
Kuroba glanced down at the familiar looking plaid material that was peeking out of the bathrobe. "Erm, yeah." He nodded. "My clothes are still drying too."
"Right..." Hakuba nodded, feeling both vaguely disturbed and completely mortified at the same time. "I get the feeling I should be feeling relieved now." And yet somehow he wasn't.
"Why?" Kuroba grinned, his face lighting up in a way that just -screamed- devilment. "What did you think had happened when you first woke up?"
-fin-
Many thanks to Shingo (our bishy Cat-boy from the trip to Tokyo) for supplying inspiration for the last part! The removing of the shirt with teeth is all him. ((GLOMPS Shingo))
Kudos to anyone who got the mushroom and glowing cone references, and we still have no clue where that dang fish came from.
Was thinking as we were writing this that it's a good thing that I'm not a popular authour or there'd be a shrine to Hakuba's stuffed Elephant somewhere and that's just plain -wrong-. *snickers*
Y'know, every time I see 'H/K' on the DC fic sites, I keep thinking it means 'Hakuba/Kuroba' not 'Heiji/Kazuha'. ^^;; Heh. *sweatdrops* Always disappointed...
***
Thanks to Ann for setting of the Voices and Ysabet for the title
Mad Dogs and Englishmen
by Icka! M. Chif
He could feel his pulse in his head. That was the first thing he was aware of when he woke up. And it wasn't just the mild comforting throb of blood and oxygen going to the grey matter that he could feel.
No, this was someone taking giant cymbals, like one of those stupid wind-up monkeys and banging them on his brain with every beat of his heart.
He was also slightly damp, he noticed. And the blankets were wrapped around him rather uncomfortably. And he was sore. What had been doing?
The annoying sound of running water was making him want to use the toilet, except he didn't think he could currently get up right. If the world was pounding this bad while he was laying down, he didn't want to think how bad it would be if he stood up.
No... he was much more content just to lay here and look at the imprint on the other pillow while his detective skills mutely informed him that he was missing something quite obvious.
Something that he should be remembering.
Something that had to do with why he was missing his shirt...
The sound of water cut off and he was mildly grateful for the lack of noise.
There was blissful silence for a little while, and he dozed a bit, blissfully numb in the grey zone of not awake / not asleep, just listening to the pounding of his heart.
Then Kuroba Kaito walked into his bedroom, wearing what appeared to be nothing but a half-tied bathrobe and a towel on his head.
Hakuba Saguru went from laying down and nearly asleep to sitting up and jarringly awake in 0.3 seconds.
And immediately wished he hadn't because it brought the cymbal banging monkeys back, although the adrenaline rush kept them from being unbearable.
Kuroba pulled the towel off his head and glanced over. "Ah. You're awake."
He simply mutely stared back, trying to put the puzzled pieces together of what had happened last night. Which would have worked better if he could remember.
And the facts he had to work with were not lining up correctly.
1: Kuroba was here. In his bedroom. Wearing his bathrobe.
That in and of itself was disturbing.
2: There was a slight imprint of where someone had slept in the bed next to him, meaning that someone had been there up until recently.
Refer back to fact #1.
3: He was in his bed, wearing nothing but his boxers.
4: -Which were damp, like the rest of him and some rather large wet spots on the bed.
All these facts adding up to one possible conclusion.
He was so very very screwed.
Kuroba moved the desk chair way from the desk and closer to the bed before calmly sitting down, tucking the bath robe around him and crossing his arms across his chest. "What do you remember of last night?"
Hakuba rubbed his head. That was not a good question. "A.. uh..." His throat and mouth were fuzzy, it was hard to speak.
Kuroba sighed. "There's a glass of water next to you." He informed him, not unkindly. "And there's a couple of painkillers from your medicine cabinet beside them."
"'anks." He spotted them on the bedstead and quickly gulped both down despite his unsteady hands. Why was he so sore anyway?
He could remember snatches of a Kid heist last night, and of a celebration. That was right... they had gotten the jewel back from Kid, which counted as a victory for the Kaito Kid division. There had been lots of shouting and a general party... But he couldn't remember anything past that.
He couldn't... he wouldn't have... would he?
"What did I do?" He croaked, a very unsettling feeling settling in the pit of his gut that had nothing to do with any possible contents in it.
"Before or after the fish?" Kuroba growled.
That was a blank. "Fish?"
"Yes. It's still swimming laps around in the toilet bowl where you left it. How it's still alive is beyond me." The darker haired teen grumped. "YOU'RE gonna have to deal with it, I'm not getting anywhere near it."
O... kay... "Start at the beginning?" He asked beginning to feel very foolish. "After the party?"
"The party." Kuroba said carefully. "Aoko and I went to the station to escort her father back home, and discovered that someone had been giving you some of the alcoholic stuff, instead of the non-alcoholic, which you probably drank because you're too polite to refuse."
He cleared his throat. "Actually, I only drink tea at the Task Force celebrations." He did not want to end up looking like a loon, unlike some of the others.
"Then someone must have given you a Long Island Iced Tea. I've seen the aftermath of those parties, and it's not always pretty." Kuroba grumped. Probably either with Aoko taking care of her father, or as part of surveillance for the Kid, Hakuba absently noted. Kuroba continued, looking surly. "And being the nice guy that I am, I got volunteered to bring you home safely."
He got the feeling that somehow that involved one Nakamori Aoko and some wheedling on her part. Or at least glares. It was amazing how small a single look from the messy-haired girl could make you feel.
He also didn't feel too bad for the magician, because not even the mighty broom of Aoko could make him do something he didn't want to. Therefore this was probably an exaggeration on the Kuroba's part. He was a performer after all.
Kuroba continued. "So off we went on our merry way to your house when you started singing what appeared to be Dirty Drinking Songs. In English. And your accent kept getting thicker the more you sang. That wasn't so bad. Then you decided to translate them, while drunk, into Japanese so that I could sing along."
The magician leaned forward, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "I don't care how rosy and lovely her knees might be, I'm -not- going to sing about a mermaid's sister with the top half of a fish and the bottom half of a girl."
Hakuba found himself sweatdropping, wondering what other songs he had been singing. And if Kuroba had understood any of them. The idea of teaching someone who was the Kaitou Kid dirty pub songs was unsettling, to say the least.
"Fortunately, or unfortunately as the case may be," Kuroba continued, leaning back in the chair again "You stopped for a while in favour of trying to steal a traffic cone."
"Eh?"
"Yes. A traffic cone. One of those glowing red cones from a construction area." Kuroba crossed his arms, looking like he was trying to cover up a snicker with a grumpy facade. "Evidently you wanted to wear it on your head and be crowned 'King of the Mushroom People'."
Too many faerie tales when he was younger, Hakuba mused.
"I talked you out of that, your deduction skills are -severely- lacking when drunk, I might add. But at least you don't turn melancholy like Nakamori-san does occasionally. Aoko just thinks she can play the piano, by the way."
"Oh... kay..." He wasn't quite sure what to do with that information, but obviously Kuroba had had his share of dealing with drunk people.
"Unfortunately, after I talked you out of stealing the traffic cone, you decided to 'hop the pond' and went for a swim. I'm not going to get into all the messy details on that one, but needless to say, there were fish."
"... one of which is now in the toilet bowl..." He ventured.
Kuroba nodded. "Yup. I'm still not going anywhere near it."
"That's fine." He could deal with a fish in the toilet bowl. He was still having trouble with the Kuroba in his bedroom however.
"And I wouldn't be surprised if you're sore for the next couple of days, after attempting to wrestle the sea monster." The wild haired boy added nonchalantly. "You claimed that you won, but I'm pretty sure the big metal statue in the middle of the pond is ready for a re-match any time you feel up to it."
"Sea monster." He echoed dully. Just how big of an idiot had he made of himself last night? And in front of Kuroba no less! Jeez, could he have made a bigger arse of himself or what?
"Yup. Swore it chased you all the way from some Loch or something." Kuroba nodded cheerfully. "But fortunately all that wrestling seemed to wear you out and we made the rest of the trip back here in a what can be considered somewhat of a straight line. Y'know, as long as the artist of that line happens to be sloshed out of his gourd and standing on his head."
"Thank you for that sterling mental picture."
"Welcome!" Kuroba grinned way too cheekily. "I can draw you another!"
"Pass." He groaned, holding his head. "Did I do anything moronic once we got here?"
"Depends." Kuroba smirked. "Define 'moronic'."
"Uhhh... I'm not going to like this much, am I?"
"Probably not." The other boy nodded. "Sometimes I think that the world is against me because I can never seem to find a camera when you do stuff like this."
"Thank Heaven for small favours." He muttered.
Kuroba snickered. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"I'm probably going to regret this, but... yes." It was going to be like one of though annoying itches you couldn't scratch if he didn't. Or popping a really irritated zit, leaving that gross filmy white residue all over the place
The wild haired boy shrugged. "We got back here, and I tried to put you to bed. Only you sort of protested once I got your jacket off and tried to get you into pyjamas. Your shirts are so starched I don't see how you can move in them..." He trailed off, scratching his head in a nervous gesture.
"...." He somehow got the feeling that he was not going to like where this was going.
"Well, you had a wonderful bout of 'drunk logic' right about there and decided that if you weren't wearing a shirt, then neither was I."
Hakuba nearly fell out of the bed. "Wha-what?!"
"With your teeth."
He swore he could feel the blood drain first from his face, then right back into it. "Yo-you're kidding."
"Yup!" Kuroba burst into peals of laughter, falling out of the chair as he rolled, waving a shaking finger in his general direction. "See! See!" He chortled.
Hakuba buried his face in his hand. "I'd hit you if I could muster the energy to get out of bed." He muttered.
Kuroba's howls grew louder. "And this... ha-ha! is why I wish for hee! A camera! BWHAHAHAHAhahahahaa!! PRICELESS!!!"
"You do realise just how much I hate you."
The magician burst into fresh peals of laughter as he rolled on the ground laughing.
Hakuba waited stone-facially for the laughter to die down. Obviously by Kuroba's response he had been fibbing about some part of the tale.
Finally Kuroba died down to a muted snickering, half sitting up by virtue of one arm hooked on the seat of the desk chair. "Sorry, sorry, the look on your face... hee hee!!!"
He glared back. "Not amusing Kuroba."
"Okay, okay.." Kuroba's snickering faded out, leaving that damn grin on his face. "I was kidding about the teeth thing. But you did manage to get my shirt and one sock, which you declared to be the perfect nose warmer for Sir Stinky. Where is the stuffed elephant anyway?"
"Somewhere safe." And away from Kuroba's hands. He didn't want to think what would happen if Kuroba ever got a hold of the plushie. "What happened after that?"
Kuroba gave a lazy shrug. "Managed to wrestle you to bed about the time you finally crashed and you grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go. Muttered that you finally caught the Kid before you passed out for good. And then you Wouldn't Let Go. Got a really good grip on you when you're drunk. The choice was either dislocating my arm, dislocating your arm or just staying put."
"I take it you eventually fell asleep on the bed as well and just spent the night." He mused, putting the pieces together.
"Yup!" Kuroba nodded.
"Then why is the bed damp?"
"Laundry. Got your wet clothes off ya so you wouldn't get sick, but didn't get them very far. Hung them up in the bathroom before I took a shower."
"Ah." He nodded. "Thank you." He supposed this put him in the magician's debt now.
Kuroba waved it off. "Eh, don't worry about it." There was an un-spoken comment there, that Hakuba would do the same for him.
He refrained from answering, distracted by something he had just noticed. "Kuroba?"
"Hm?"
"Are you wearing a pair of my boxers?"
Kuroba glanced down at the familiar looking plaid material that was peeking out of the bathrobe. "Erm, yeah." He nodded. "My clothes are still drying too."
"Right..." Hakuba nodded, feeling both vaguely disturbed and completely mortified at the same time. "I get the feeling I should be feeling relieved now." And yet somehow he wasn't.
"Why?" Kuroba grinned, his face lighting up in a way that just -screamed- devilment. "What did you think had happened when you first woke up?"
-fin-
Many thanks to Shingo (our bishy Cat-boy from the trip to Tokyo) for supplying inspiration for the last part! The removing of the shirt with teeth is all him. ((GLOMPS Shingo))
Kudos to anyone who got the mushroom and glowing cone references, and we still have no clue where that dang fish came from.
Was thinking as we were writing this that it's a good thing that I'm not a popular authour or there'd be a shrine to Hakuba's stuffed Elephant somewhere and that's just plain -wrong-. *snickers*
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Date: 2003-05-16 10:21 pm (UTC)I don't really do shrines, but I _have_ been remarkably lax in commenting/feedbacking/thanking you for your feedback/generally letting you know how much I enjoy all of your stories. So perhaps you'd like this instead:
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It's A Small World After All
A gift-fic for Icka! M. Chif
By Jaelle (jaelle@ihug.co.nz)
**
Aoko Nakamori yawned widely.
"Don't tell me you're _tired_," her classmate and best friend Kuroba Kaito teased gently, slinging a supportive arm around her shoulders.
"Yes, she's only been sprinting around Tokyo Disneyland since the doors opened this morning trying to keep Kaito from scaring the children, why would she possibly be tired?" Hakuba Saguru asked wryly, earning himself a mock-hurt glance from Kaito. "This was supposed to be a fun, _relaxing_ holiday trip."
"But it's _Disneyland_," Kaito protested. "I wanted to see EVERYTHING!"
"And ride everything," Hakuba countered. "Repeatedly."
Akako said nothing, as she was still trying to recover from six consecutive runs through Space Mountain. Hakubu was thoughtfully supporting her with one arm.
"If you can _call_ it riding," Aoko agreed. "You're supposed to stay _in_ the cars Kaito, not slip out from the restraints and try to grab some kid's candy floss during the tunnels."
Akako turned green.
"Let's talk about something else," Kaito said hurriedly. "Was there anything else we need to see?"
"I think we've just about done the lot," Hakuba said. "Shouldn't we be heading back now?"
Kaito's eyes twinkled suddenly. "But what about the Fantasy Parade?" He asked innocently. "It's starting in five minutes, and we have such a good view from here."
"Oooh! I want to see!" Aoko said.
"Standing still is good," Akako seconded.
Hakuba just narrowed his eyes at Kaito. Insanely dangerous tricks on the rollercoasters aside, the magician had been more or less well-behaved all day long. It looked as though that was about to change however.
Hakuba tried frantically to figure out what the other boy had planned. Thinking furiously, he tuned out the music of the approaching parade. *There are no jewels here, you haven't slipped away, you're just standing there watching the parade... so...*
"You're missing the parade," Aoko told him suddenly. "And they're singing in English too! What are they saying?"
Hakuba turned his attention to the parade and choked.
"Look out! Look out! Pink elephants on parade!
Here they come; Hippoty hoppity
They're here and there; Pink elephants everywhere!"
Kaito sang along with the parade, as a giant pink elephant float went past them all.
"Look out! Look out! They're walking around the bed
On their heads; Clippoty cloppity
Arrayed in braid; Pink elephants on parade.
What'll I do? What'll I do? What an unusual view!
I can stand the sight of worms
And look at microscopic germs
But Technicolor pachyderms
Is really too much for me."
At this point in the song, Akako got the joke and began to smile.
"I am not the type to faint; When things are odd," Kaito continued singing gustily, a merry grin on his face. "Or things are quaint; But seeing things you know that ain't,
Can certainly give you an awful fright; What a sight!"
He gently disengaged himself from Aoko as Hakuba turned on him, a dreadful expression spreading over his face. Laughing, he sprinted away, the wrathful British detective in hot pursuit as the song came to its end:
"Chase 'em away! Chase 'em away!
I'm afraid; Need your aid
Pink elephants on parade!"
"What are they doing?" Aoko demanded. "Boys are so weird." Her brow creased. "And why was there a stuffed elephant plushie on the top of that big model of Dumbo?"
"Because it was on parade," Akako said helpfully.
Aoko thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. "And that's why it was pink?"
Akako started laughing.
End.
Hakuba: YOU DYED SIR STINKY PINK!!!
Kuroba: With magic ink! Pinky stink!
Hakuba: STOP SINGING!!! GIVE ME BACK MY ELEPHANT!!!
*dies laughing*
Date: 2003-05-17 01:20 am (UTC)((MASSIVE GLOMPS!))
Thank you so much Jaelle!!! That is just incredable! *babbles excited incoherently*
Pinky stinky... poor Hakuba... That is just so beyond funny! Gonna have that song stuck in my head now...
I can't stop laughing. Thank you so much! ((GLOMPS!))
-ICKA! the laughing IMP
Fish and Angst
Date: 2003-05-19 04:43 am (UTC)Needless to say this is all a long blown out way to say I hate you and your bunnies. And yes, I'll probably finish writing it anyway.
Re: Fish and Angst
Date: 2003-05-19 06:11 am (UTC)*Falls over laughing*
Finally, someone figured out what that dang fish is doing there.. I'm clueless and the Voices are just snickering.
Wait... 'Why and what do to do him afterwards'?! ;j hee hee hee
((GLOMPS!)) I can't wait to see! *bounces*
-ICKA! the IMP