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ickaimpThis snippet is from almost alllllll the way at the end of part 3. So is really really close to the ending of this AU. But it's been demanding to be posted for a while, so here we go.
-er, Kaito may seem to be out of character, but there are several really good reasons for it, including a couple of emotional bomb-shells and no sleep. ^^;; (no, not gonna post those yet)
Prelude to the whole 'nap' scene. Is just Hakuba and Kuroba streached out on the grass.
***
"Did I ever tell you how I got Watson?"
Long pause.
"... no."
"Consider it a bed-time story then, because if you open your mouth to speak afterwards I am going to use one of your filthy un-washed socks as a gag."
There was a twitch against his shoulder, and Hakuba felt somewhat better for getting some sort of positive response.
"Over the last summer vacation, I went back to England, as you probably know." He began, shifting slightly to get rid of the grass blade that was poking the back of his neck. "While I was there, I went to visit the man who got me into mysteries and Sherlock Holmes in the first place. I am still not sure if he was an old friend of the family or actually my uncle, but he was my favourite uncle growing up."
"He gave you that stupid coat, didn't he?"
"And hat, yes." He agreed, deciding to gloss over the 'stupid' part for the moment. After all, it was no more ridiculous then running around at night in a white tuxedo and cape. "He was an expert on Sherlock Holmes, the mysteries, the characters, the era, everything. They even enlisted his help on an interactive game set in London at that time..."
He trailed off, lost in the memories for a moment.
"I called, then went to his house for a visit. He was fond of stories about the Kid, you know. Thought you were a right scoundrel. Arséné Lupin incarnate he'd call you. It was perhaps a half hour after I called, but when I arrived, the front door was open and a side window was broken."
Kuroba shifted, curling up on his side, facing him.
"His house had been broken into, right after I called. I went inside to find him on the ground, dead. Watson was in the room as well, keening wildly because of an injured wing. They had knocked him over the head with a vase and stolen some of the first edition books. Watson, who had been hand raised by him since she was out of the egg, had somehow gotten into the room and attacked the culprit."
"I threw a fallen curtain over her, which quieted her for a bit, then called the police and looked for what clues I could without disrupting anything. It was just a smash and grab job, nothing of real note left behind. And Watson was the only witness."
"What did you do?" The other's boys voice was becoming hazy with sleep.
"The only thing I could do. Track them down." He tilted his head to the side, spotting the Sparrowhawk in a nearby tree watching them. "Watson was injured, but wouldn't let me leave her sight. So I took her with me and together we found him. She has been with me ever since. That was how I found out the hard way that could not loose my temper and do things on impulse, like I did when we first met."
"Nh?"
"Animals, especially birds, pick up on emotions very well." Watson gave herself a shake, then closed her eyes, settling down for a nap as well. "If I get angry, or irritable, she picks up on it. And in addition to that raptor beak of hers, she has talons almost as long as your pinkie finger. So if I am being stupid, she is going to let me know. So I had to learn patience and to control my temper very quickly. She will not always do what I would like her to do. Sort of like someone else I know..."
He trailed off for a moment, glancing down at the magician on his shoulder. His eyes were still open, but only by bare fractions. "It turns out the thief was just some stupid git, down on his luck. He did not know the blow had killed Uncle, he'd only meant to stun him. Unfortunately Uncle was old, and had landed at a bad angle. The strain on his heart is what killed him, really. Bloke was in tears as the cops took him away. But I guess you could say that was my trial by fire."
It certainly had not been easy. Between the loss of his uncle and dealing with a large grieving injured bird of prey, he'd been at wits end just trying to hold himself together, never mind solve the mystery. But he had, and he liked to think of himself as stronger for it.
"Shelling Ford."
"Eh?" He blinked, looking down at Kuroba, not sure if he had heard correctly or not. The other boy's eyes were shut now, and if he didn't know better, he would have said that the magician was fast asleep.
"Shelling Ford." Kuroba repeated slowly, his voice sort of breathy from the haze of sleep. "Just as smart as Holmes, but not as popular."
"Yes, the original template for Holmes." Saguru puzzled. What about it?
"You're one of us..." Kuroba breathed, almost so soft that he missed it. "The oldest... Shelling Ford...."
That made no sense to him at all. "If I am the oldest, does that mean you have to do what I say?" But then not much of what was going on right now did either. He'd get it out of the thief later, after he had gotten some sleep and was making some semblance of sense again. "Well, I say it is time for you to go to sleep."
Kuroba let out a soft noise that could have either been an affirmative or telling him to sod off. It really didn't matter either way, the magician was lax with sleep, exhaustion catching up.
"Damn." Saguru sighed to himself, glanced up at Watson, who was still fast asleep. Well, that left him with more questions than answers.
You'd think after all this time hanging around Kuroba, he'd be used to it...
-to be continued-
-er, Kaito may seem to be out of character, but there are several really good reasons for it, including a couple of emotional bomb-shells and no sleep. ^^;; (no, not gonna post those yet)
Prelude to the whole 'nap' scene. Is just Hakuba and Kuroba streached out on the grass.
***
"Did I ever tell you how I got Watson?"
Long pause.
"... no."
"Consider it a bed-time story then, because if you open your mouth to speak afterwards I am going to use one of your filthy un-washed socks as a gag."
There was a twitch against his shoulder, and Hakuba felt somewhat better for getting some sort of positive response.
"Over the last summer vacation, I went back to England, as you probably know." He began, shifting slightly to get rid of the grass blade that was poking the back of his neck. "While I was there, I went to visit the man who got me into mysteries and Sherlock Holmes in the first place. I am still not sure if he was an old friend of the family or actually my uncle, but he was my favourite uncle growing up."
"He gave you that stupid coat, didn't he?"
"And hat, yes." He agreed, deciding to gloss over the 'stupid' part for the moment. After all, it was no more ridiculous then running around at night in a white tuxedo and cape. "He was an expert on Sherlock Holmes, the mysteries, the characters, the era, everything. They even enlisted his help on an interactive game set in London at that time..."
He trailed off, lost in the memories for a moment.
"I called, then went to his house for a visit. He was fond of stories about the Kid, you know. Thought you were a right scoundrel. Arséné Lupin incarnate he'd call you. It was perhaps a half hour after I called, but when I arrived, the front door was open and a side window was broken."
Kuroba shifted, curling up on his side, facing him.
"His house had been broken into, right after I called. I went inside to find him on the ground, dead. Watson was in the room as well, keening wildly because of an injured wing. They had knocked him over the head with a vase and stolen some of the first edition books. Watson, who had been hand raised by him since she was out of the egg, had somehow gotten into the room and attacked the culprit."
"I threw a fallen curtain over her, which quieted her for a bit, then called the police and looked for what clues I could without disrupting anything. It was just a smash and grab job, nothing of real note left behind. And Watson was the only witness."
"What did you do?" The other's boys voice was becoming hazy with sleep.
"The only thing I could do. Track them down." He tilted his head to the side, spotting the Sparrowhawk in a nearby tree watching them. "Watson was injured, but wouldn't let me leave her sight. So I took her with me and together we found him. She has been with me ever since. That was how I found out the hard way that could not loose my temper and do things on impulse, like I did when we first met."
"Nh?"
"Animals, especially birds, pick up on emotions very well." Watson gave herself a shake, then closed her eyes, settling down for a nap as well. "If I get angry, or irritable, she picks up on it. And in addition to that raptor beak of hers, she has talons almost as long as your pinkie finger. So if I am being stupid, she is going to let me know. So I had to learn patience and to control my temper very quickly. She will not always do what I would like her to do. Sort of like someone else I know..."
He trailed off for a moment, glancing down at the magician on his shoulder. His eyes were still open, but only by bare fractions. "It turns out the thief was just some stupid git, down on his luck. He did not know the blow had killed Uncle, he'd only meant to stun him. Unfortunately Uncle was old, and had landed at a bad angle. The strain on his heart is what killed him, really. Bloke was in tears as the cops took him away. But I guess you could say that was my trial by fire."
It certainly had not been easy. Between the loss of his uncle and dealing with a large grieving injured bird of prey, he'd been at wits end just trying to hold himself together, never mind solve the mystery. But he had, and he liked to think of himself as stronger for it.
"Shelling Ford."
"Eh?" He blinked, looking down at Kuroba, not sure if he had heard correctly or not. The other boy's eyes were shut now, and if he didn't know better, he would have said that the magician was fast asleep.
"Shelling Ford." Kuroba repeated slowly, his voice sort of breathy from the haze of sleep. "Just as smart as Holmes, but not as popular."
"Yes, the original template for Holmes." Saguru puzzled. What about it?
"You're one of us..." Kuroba breathed, almost so soft that he missed it. "The oldest... Shelling Ford...."
That made no sense to him at all. "If I am the oldest, does that mean you have to do what I say?" But then not much of what was going on right now did either. He'd get it out of the thief later, after he had gotten some sleep and was making some semblance of sense again. "Well, I say it is time for you to go to sleep."
Kuroba let out a soft noise that could have either been an affirmative or telling him to sod off. It really didn't matter either way, the magician was lax with sleep, exhaustion catching up.
"Damn." Saguru sighed to himself, glanced up at Watson, who was still fast asleep. Well, that left him with more questions than answers.
You'd think after all this time hanging around Kuroba, he'd be used to it...
-to be continued-
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Date: 2003-07-07 09:55 am (UTC)Randomly, why did you pick sparrowhawk for Watson's species? O.o; I thought she was a peregrine but I dunno. Seems like she's a bit big for a sparrowhawk. Must go look at scanslations again. Don't mind me, it's too bloody hot AND I have dogs poking their noses in my arm and offering me tennis balls. Also, I have not yet had caffiene or nicotine. Blargh.
Oops!
Date: 2003-07-07 12:51 pm (UTC)Remind us to send you the whole thing tonight. There's chunks missing, but you can fill in the blanks.
Hells Hauntress and I spent about an hour and a half one night looking up possible species that Watson could be, based on the knowledge that he got Watson in England.
Sparrowhawk is the only thing that comes close. Female sparrowhawks match the colouring. Watson's a GIRL!
Another late night bored spell with Loqi revealed that there's an S. Kudo in the town I live in. ^^;; *whistles innocently*
-ICKA! the IMP