[fic] TGZ: The Highwayman
May. 4th, 2006 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpHappy Birthday Shin'ichi!!! We Give you NOTHING for your birthday this year. Hah.
Because today is Dead Kaito Day. Just is.
MK Fanart: Bang Bang.
Random pic. Drawn last Oct, posted today cause we were talking to Becky and Wren about something. Damn re-mix of the song was stuck in our head for three days.
This TGZ takes place after Mid-West, before Vegas. Beware of falling Angst.
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The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding, the highwayman came riding...
... up to the hotel door.
Kaito shoved the song out of his head as he concentrated on what was going on below him. He made a mental note not to listen to Saguru's music list anymore. Stupid Loreena McKennitt.
He could see Saguru from his vantage point on the rooftop, the blond bound and gagged with ripped bed sheets next to the window of their second floor room. The two bastards in black -wanted- Saguru to see Kaito coming, so that the detective could try to warn Kaito away. Just like Bess, the landlord's daughter in the song.
Course, in the song, both Bess, --the Landlord's black-eyed daughter-- and the Highwayman both end up dead. Bess from shooting herself in the chest during an attempt to warn the Highwayman away with a gun they had tied to her. As for the Highwayman, they shot him down on the highway, --down like a dog on the highway...
... Stupid song. Things were not going to end up like that, not if he could help it.
Which he could, provided that he could get Saguru away from the creeps in black. How they'd managed to track them down to this empty rundown dump of a resting place he didn't know.
He did know how to lose them however. Even if it had required some... unpleasantness on his part.
Kaito sighed, nervously rubbing his damp hands against his thighs. He was wasting time. Not that he didn't have some to waste, he'd told Saguru he'd be back from exploring the area around midnight.
--heard the dead man say, 'Look for me by the moonlight; Watch for me by the moonlight; I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way--
... But Saguru was going to kill him if he ever found out that Kaito was mentally referring to him as the 'Damsel in Distress' from an overly dramatic romantic tragedy.
Right. Enough with the cracking jokes to cover his fear, he had work to do. Kaito closed his eyes, mentally reaching for that state of calm, where everything was both distant and hyper-aware at once.
Kid opened his eyes a moment later, smiling slightly, his mask firmly in place as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around an arm.
Showtime.
On the mental count of three, he tossed a smoke bomb through the window, shattering the glass. Shouts followed as the light in the room suddenly became erratic, the smoke filling up the room. Shots rang out as the bastards in black attempted to shoot anything that moved, and a few things that didn't.
Such as his detective.
Kid swooped off the rooftop onto the balcony below and dashed towards the room where the bullets were flying from, ignoring his instincts shouting at him that he was supposed to go the -other- direction, -away- from the flying projectiles. Depending on the gun, it could hold anywhere between six and eleven rounds and he wasn't sure how many guns they had on them.
He ignored the door, smashing and sweeping the remains of the window with his jacket covered arm before grabbing Saguru and hauling him through. He winced in silent sympathy for pulling Saguru through the glass, but it didn't stop him.
He continued running, not bothering to cut Saguru free just yet. They jumped, shadows running across the parking lot, towards the dubious shelter of the large rounded propane storage tank that heated the water for the hotel. The gun shots hesitated, the men in black scrambling out of the room and exchanged their empty guns for loaded ones.
Shots rang out again, striking the propane tank.
The resulting explosion shook the area, knocking the assassins over, shattering windows and breaking off chunks of the rooftop.
The men quickly returned to their feet, running down the stairs, then across the parking lot, as close as they dared to the burning explosion.
Two bodies writhed in the flames, the heat constricting the muscles and tendons of the corpses even as it burned away flesh and fabric from the bones.
Satisfied, the men quickly left, eager to leave before the explosion attracted any unwanted attention.
Kid ran a hand through Saguru's blond hair, the detective's face hidden against his shoulder. The blond was shaking slightly, not that Kid blamed him. He reached around and carefully undid the gag, freeing Saguru's face.
Saguru wheezed, gasping repeatedly, his face pale in the flickering firelight as the detective struggled to keep his stomach where it belonged. Kid rubbed his back until the dry heaves stopped. "Who?" Saguru finally choked out.
"The Landlord." Kid said softly, untying the rest of Saguru's bonds. "And his daughter, Bess."
--Bess, the landlord's daughter, the landlord's black-eyed daughter... died in the darkness there--
Subtle, the Black Organisation weren't. Like a sledgehammer to kill a fly, they had been known to blow up entire buildings just to kill one person. But they were thorough. That was how he had discovered all was not well... he'd stopped by the front desk to ask a question about a wake up call and found them with large gaping holes through their heads instead.
Moving their still warm bodies and propping them next to the propane tank... Kaito was going to have nightmares later. The calm facade of the Kid was the only thing keeping him focused currently.
"I'll be right back." He said apologetically, freeing the last of Saguru's bonds. "I'm going to get our stuff. Try not to throw-up."
He slipped from the rooftop, sticking to the shifting shadows as much as possible as he returned to their room. Neither of them had unpacked when they had arrived, so he gathered it up, quickly attempting to make the room look as unused as possible. He'd already removed their traces from the record books.
The Black Organisation might not come back and check for what happened, but there sure as hell would be police and curious investigators. Better to not leave any sign that hey had been there at all.
Saguru was shivering by the time he got back to the shelter of the rooftop, not all of it from shock. It was damn cold out. The blond had used some of the bedding that had been used to tie him up to bind the worst of his injuries.
"Here." Kid draped Saguru's coat over the detective.
"We're going to need to move quickly, get as far away from here as fast as we can." Saguru commented, his stoic resolve back up and running, although he was still pale. "Any suggestions?"
"The owner has a motorcycle out back." Kid offered with a detached air. He could drive a motorcycle. Cars were tricker, he'd never had a need to drive one.
Saguru closed his eyes. "... if we empty the cashbox..." His voice wavered slightly. "... it'll look like a robbery that went wrong."
"Okay." Kid agreed. They'd ditch the motorcycle some place, then put the money in a church offering box or something. There was no way he was going to spend that money.
Saguru nodded again, looking weary. They were going to need to stop some place to take care of those injuries, get some food and water into Saguru. He was slightly afraid of the detective going into shock. Saguru could handle murders and dead bodies, but adding kidnapping and assault to that... There was only so much a mind could bend.
He wondered how much he could take before he snapped.
"Come on." He said, helping Saguru to his feet. "Let's go pay Koizumi a visit."
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Original poem "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes. Sung by Loreena McKennitt in her album "The Book of Secrets."
And some random humour from chat upon spotting Saguru's folded up collar on the Movie 10 Pencil Boards:
Icka!: Happy Birthday, Shin-chan! (we give you nothing!) says:
.... Voices are suggesting putting Saguru in bellbottoms for TGZ.
Saguru's mentioning several unmentionable things in response, quite a few of them having to do with fire.
Thanks to those who questioned about the supposed Tsunami to hit New Zealand yesterday. If you haven't heard, it didn't.
But the BBC was reporting that Gisborne was being evacuated.
... which was news to the citizens of Gisborne. ^^;; *laughs*
Because today is Dead Kaito Day. Just is.
MK Fanart: Bang Bang.
Random pic. Drawn last Oct, posted today cause we were talking to Becky and Wren about something. Damn re-mix of the song was stuck in our head for three days.
This TGZ takes place after Mid-West, before Vegas. Beware of falling Angst.
+++
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding, the highwayman came riding...
... up to the hotel door.
Kaito shoved the song out of his head as he concentrated on what was going on below him. He made a mental note not to listen to Saguru's music list anymore. Stupid Loreena McKennitt.
He could see Saguru from his vantage point on the rooftop, the blond bound and gagged with ripped bed sheets next to the window of their second floor room. The two bastards in black -wanted- Saguru to see Kaito coming, so that the detective could try to warn Kaito away. Just like Bess, the landlord's daughter in the song.
Course, in the song, both Bess, --the Landlord's black-eyed daughter-- and the Highwayman both end up dead. Bess from shooting herself in the chest during an attempt to warn the Highwayman away with a gun they had tied to her. As for the Highwayman, they shot him down on the highway, --down like a dog on the highway...
... Stupid song. Things were not going to end up like that, not if he could help it.
Which he could, provided that he could get Saguru away from the creeps in black. How they'd managed to track them down to this empty rundown dump of a resting place he didn't know.
He did know how to lose them however. Even if it had required some... unpleasantness on his part.
Kaito sighed, nervously rubbing his damp hands against his thighs. He was wasting time. Not that he didn't have some to waste, he'd told Saguru he'd be back from exploring the area around midnight.
--heard the dead man say, 'Look for me by the moonlight; Watch for me by the moonlight; I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way--
... But Saguru was going to kill him if he ever found out that Kaito was mentally referring to him as the 'Damsel in Distress' from an overly dramatic romantic tragedy.
Right. Enough with the cracking jokes to cover his fear, he had work to do. Kaito closed his eyes, mentally reaching for that state of calm, where everything was both distant and hyper-aware at once.
Kid opened his eyes a moment later, smiling slightly, his mask firmly in place as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around an arm.
Showtime.
On the mental count of three, he tossed a smoke bomb through the window, shattering the glass. Shouts followed as the light in the room suddenly became erratic, the smoke filling up the room. Shots rang out as the bastards in black attempted to shoot anything that moved, and a few things that didn't.
Such as his detective.
Kid swooped off the rooftop onto the balcony below and dashed towards the room where the bullets were flying from, ignoring his instincts shouting at him that he was supposed to go the -other- direction, -away- from the flying projectiles. Depending on the gun, it could hold anywhere between six and eleven rounds and he wasn't sure how many guns they had on them.
He ignored the door, smashing and sweeping the remains of the window with his jacket covered arm before grabbing Saguru and hauling him through. He winced in silent sympathy for pulling Saguru through the glass, but it didn't stop him.
He continued running, not bothering to cut Saguru free just yet. They jumped, shadows running across the parking lot, towards the dubious shelter of the large rounded propane storage tank that heated the water for the hotel. The gun shots hesitated, the men in black scrambling out of the room and exchanged their empty guns for loaded ones.
Shots rang out again, striking the propane tank.
The resulting explosion shook the area, knocking the assassins over, shattering windows and breaking off chunks of the rooftop.
The men quickly returned to their feet, running down the stairs, then across the parking lot, as close as they dared to the burning explosion.
Two bodies writhed in the flames, the heat constricting the muscles and tendons of the corpses even as it burned away flesh and fabric from the bones.
Satisfied, the men quickly left, eager to leave before the explosion attracted any unwanted attention.
Kid ran a hand through Saguru's blond hair, the detective's face hidden against his shoulder. The blond was shaking slightly, not that Kid blamed him. He reached around and carefully undid the gag, freeing Saguru's face.
Saguru wheezed, gasping repeatedly, his face pale in the flickering firelight as the detective struggled to keep his stomach where it belonged. Kid rubbed his back until the dry heaves stopped. "Who?" Saguru finally choked out.
"The Landlord." Kid said softly, untying the rest of Saguru's bonds. "And his daughter, Bess."
--Bess, the landlord's daughter, the landlord's black-eyed daughter... died in the darkness there--
Subtle, the Black Organisation weren't. Like a sledgehammer to kill a fly, they had been known to blow up entire buildings just to kill one person. But they were thorough. That was how he had discovered all was not well... he'd stopped by the front desk to ask a question about a wake up call and found them with large gaping holes through their heads instead.
Moving their still warm bodies and propping them next to the propane tank... Kaito was going to have nightmares later. The calm facade of the Kid was the only thing keeping him focused currently.
"I'll be right back." He said apologetically, freeing the last of Saguru's bonds. "I'm going to get our stuff. Try not to throw-up."
He slipped from the rooftop, sticking to the shifting shadows as much as possible as he returned to their room. Neither of them had unpacked when they had arrived, so he gathered it up, quickly attempting to make the room look as unused as possible. He'd already removed their traces from the record books.
The Black Organisation might not come back and check for what happened, but there sure as hell would be police and curious investigators. Better to not leave any sign that hey had been there at all.
Saguru was shivering by the time he got back to the shelter of the rooftop, not all of it from shock. It was damn cold out. The blond had used some of the bedding that had been used to tie him up to bind the worst of his injuries.
"Here." Kid draped Saguru's coat over the detective.
"We're going to need to move quickly, get as far away from here as fast as we can." Saguru commented, his stoic resolve back up and running, although he was still pale. "Any suggestions?"
"The owner has a motorcycle out back." Kid offered with a detached air. He could drive a motorcycle. Cars were tricker, he'd never had a need to drive one.
Saguru closed his eyes. "... if we empty the cashbox..." His voice wavered slightly. "... it'll look like a robbery that went wrong."
"Okay." Kid agreed. They'd ditch the motorcycle some place, then put the money in a church offering box or something. There was no way he was going to spend that money.
Saguru nodded again, looking weary. They were going to need to stop some place to take care of those injuries, get some food and water into Saguru. He was slightly afraid of the detective going into shock. Saguru could handle murders and dead bodies, but adding kidnapping and assault to that... There was only so much a mind could bend.
He wondered how much he could take before he snapped.
"Come on." He said, helping Saguru to his feet. "Let's go pay Koizumi a visit."
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Original poem "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes. Sung by Loreena McKennitt in her album "The Book of Secrets."
And some random humour from chat upon spotting Saguru's folded up collar on the Movie 10 Pencil Boards:
Icka!: Happy Birthday, Shin-chan! (we give you nothing!) says:
.... Voices are suggesting putting Saguru in bellbottoms for TGZ.
Saguru's mentioning several unmentionable things in response, quite a few of them having to do with fire.
Thanks to those who questioned about the supposed Tsunami to hit New Zealand yesterday. If you haven't heard, it didn't.
But the BBC was reporting that Gisborne was being evacuated.
... which was news to the citizens of Gisborne. ^^;; *laughs*
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Date: 2006-05-04 11:16 am (UTC)Course, in the song, both Bess, --the Iandlord's black-eyed daughter
Er. That's 'Landlord'.
He did know how to loose them however. Even if it had required some... unpleasantness on his part.
Loose should be lose here.
he'd stopped by the front desk to ask a question about a wake up call and found them with large gaping holes through their head instead.
Think it should be heads here.
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Date: 2006-05-05 08:08 am (UTC)*fixes*
Thanks!!! ((SNUGGLES WREN!))
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Date: 2006-05-05 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-04 01:17 pm (UTC)http://download.yousendit.com/0D0083C709F93DF8
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Date: 2006-05-05 08:23 am (UTC)I can find the original vocal version by Nancy Sinatra, but not the re-mix version (hence is why you get the repeating 'downs'). It's a bit more dramatic, IMHO.
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Date: 2006-05-04 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-05 08:27 am (UTC)Then we decided just to use the opening line and ignore the rest... and the story worked its way into the chapter.
It was also originally much more lighthearted... *sighs* Stupid Angst. Consider this warning for future chapters... >P
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Date: 2006-05-04 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-05 08:56 am (UTC)Forgot to mention, massive thanks to Wren, Becky and Gam for acting as sounding boards for the whole action sequence and answering questions about bullets. Wouldn't have done the money thing if it wasn't for them.
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Date: 2006-05-04 05:32 pm (UTC)I like the song weaving in and out of the story it works well. Agree with Ysabet about donating the money to a church it will cleanse the funds and maybe help the dead. And I too wonder how much each of them can take before cracking some. But considering what they do they are most likely already cracked some.
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Date: 2006-05-05 08:38 am (UTC)... think someone on F-list had it up as Cloud Strife's theme song. Damn if it doesn't fit.
... I think they've been cracked for a while, but think it's mostly a question now of how far can you bend before you break. ^^;;
((GLOMPS OBACHAN!)) You're outta the hostpital!!!
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Date: 2006-05-04 07:13 pm (UTC)poor boys. kaito wonders how long 'guru can keep this up, but i'm wondering about katio. even as kid, he was always nonviolent. setting up things like this must be hell for him. and sure he has his poker face, but there's only so much even he can take. stupid black ops...putting the boys through so much angst. grr.
anyhow. nice installment! you have been a wonderful aide to my procrastination [not that i need help, honestly] now, off to study for finals! XP
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Date: 2006-05-05 09:09 am (UTC)... there's a slight snapping point for Kid already plotted out, where he looses grasp on 'Kaito' for a while. As well as quite a few other things...
Gambatte on the finals!
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Date: 2006-05-05 04:12 pm (UTC)and thanks- i really need that luck on my latin final! ^^'
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Date: 2006-05-05 01:44 am (UTC)*points at link* I know why Saguru's collar's flipped. 'Cause it's a Polo shirt. Every single person in my school who wears a Polo has their collar flipped.
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Date: 2006-05-05 09:17 am (UTC)... Saguru's doing it to be fashionable? o_O
Why? He's never tried to be fashionable before... Unless it's a joke reference to the collar on his inverness coat he used to wear. ^^;;
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Date: 2006-05-05 08:17 pm (UTC)Least he's not dressing like hes colorblind anymore.