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[fic snippet] quick PYP
Okay, just posting what I have of this currently so that I don't forget it again... ~_~
Hattori felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up. The alleyway was dark and cold, illuminated by the dim glow of the lights on the street and the flashing of the lone police car still blocking entrance from rubberneckers. "Kid?" He hissed, just under his breath, mentally cursing himself. This Was Not Good. The thief could easily have ditched him here in the shadows, or alert the officers to his trespassing. He somehow doubted they'd appreciate his help.
There wasn't much in the alley. There were lots off footmarks in the dust of the street, most likely the police officers, and the tape outlines of the where the body had fallen still lay there. He leaned over and inspected it, mindful of the dark puddle of dried blood that still clung to the ground. Not much information for him to analyse.
A footstep behind him caused him to jump slightly, and slowly rise. Someone was walking towards him, concealed in the shadows. "Kid?" He breathed, eyes narrowing to peer into the shadows. It was male, and by their outline, not one of the uniformed officers. A detective perhaps?
The person got closer and the bottom of Hattori's gut nearly fell out as his eyes went wide in surprise. "k-Kudo?! What are you doing here?!"
The other teenager moved into a lighter patch of light and his brain informed him that there was no way that it could be Kudo back to his proper size. Who ever it was moving stiffly, taking short brisk strides, while Kudo usually had a longer, lanky walk. The expression was all wrong. As well.
Not Kudo then. "Kid?"
The other boy looked at him, an almost sad expression on his face as he pulled a gun out of the jacket pocket. "Sorry about this." He grumbled in a voice deeper than how the Kid had been speaking, levelling the gun at Hattori's chest.
'Oh shit, oh shitohshitshitshit-' He had just enough time to mentally curse blindly following the thief here before the finger on the trigger twitched, sending a projectile speeding towards him.
He flinched as he was hit in the chest once, then again. Silence filled the alley as his blood buzzed in his ears and he realised he wasn't dead. He blinked, muscles slowly unclenching as he looked down to find two velcro tipped foam darts clinging to his shirt, one hanging right were his heart was.
The tape outline of the woman’s body lay at his feet like a gory shadow. Oh... shit.
Hattori felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up. The alleyway was dark and cold, illuminated by the dim glow of the lights on the street and the flashing of the lone police car still blocking entrance from rubberneckers. "Kid?" He hissed, just under his breath, mentally cursing himself. This Was Not Good. The thief could easily have ditched him here in the shadows, or alert the officers to his trespassing. He somehow doubted they'd appreciate his help.
There wasn't much in the alley. There were lots off footmarks in the dust of the street, most likely the police officers, and the tape outlines of the where the body had fallen still lay there. He leaned over and inspected it, mindful of the dark puddle of dried blood that still clung to the ground. Not much information for him to analyse.
A footstep behind him caused him to jump slightly, and slowly rise. Someone was walking towards him, concealed in the shadows. "Kid?" He breathed, eyes narrowing to peer into the shadows. It was male, and by their outline, not one of the uniformed officers. A detective perhaps?
The person got closer and the bottom of Hattori's gut nearly fell out as his eyes went wide in surprise. "k-Kudo?! What are you doing here?!"
The other teenager moved into a lighter patch of light and his brain informed him that there was no way that it could be Kudo back to his proper size. Who ever it was moving stiffly, taking short brisk strides, while Kudo usually had a longer, lanky walk. The expression was all wrong. As well.
Not Kudo then. "Kid?"
The other boy looked at him, an almost sad expression on his face as he pulled a gun out of the jacket pocket. "Sorry about this." He grumbled in a voice deeper than how the Kid had been speaking, levelling the gun at Hattori's chest.
'Oh shit, oh shitohshitshitshit-' He had just enough time to mentally curse blindly following the thief here before the finger on the trigger twitched, sending a projectile speeding towards him.
He flinched as he was hit in the chest once, then again. Silence filled the alley as his blood buzzed in his ears and he realised he wasn't dead. He blinked, muscles slowly unclenching as he looked down to find two velcro tipped foam darts clinging to his shirt, one hanging right were his heart was.
The tape outline of the woman’s body lay at his feet like a gory shadow. Oh... shit.
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Hi, it's me again.
(Anonymous) 2003-07-15 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)-Ed-
**blink, blink** Do you feel a draft, or is it just me?
Nerf darts... and now I'm thinking bad thoughts about water balloons and Kaito. Or worse yet, Hakuba, a paintball-gun and a Kid caught out in the open. Bet old Saguru-chan wouldn't hesitate to fire THEN. Just might use that idea..... ^_^
Hakuba: BLAM!! WHACKWHACKITTY-WHACK!!
Kid: "JeeeeezusCHRIST, Hakuba-- how the hell did you get the damn things to make PLAID splatters?!?"
Hakuba: "Tweed; they're tweed. Houndstooth, to be exact." **smirk** "And as you've said before, you have *your* secrets... why expect me to tell you mine?"
**Happy sigh** Was glad to finally show y'all the current version of Windfall13; gotta get the chapter finished and posted, because the heist is next and then I get to... oh, wait; not gonna tell you about THAT yet. **tease, tease** You'll see.
So: What kind of retaliation do you think KK should do to Hakuba for his little doodling-on-the-face-with-lipstick during the train-trip, mmm? Am open to suggestions... Oh, and btw-- check out my Friends list and read Bridget's most recent entry-- she's got pics of her art up and they're GORGEOUS. Particularly like the SkunkOnnaWall and the first pic, the silver fox.
Re: **blink, blink** Do you feel a draft, or is it just me?
Chibi-Kid (the little Kaito the Voices play with in my head) has a thing about slime filled water balloons and people's heads. ^^;;
Speaking of which, odd mental picture this morning:
Kaito: You call that a throw?! Ha! My dead grandmother can throw better than that! Without her arms! Nyeh!
Akako: I'll give you 500yen to knock him off the perch.
Saguru: Deal.
*Saguru picks up a ball, pauses a moment then throws it at the target*
*DING!*
*the seat Kaito's sitting on opens up, dumping him in the tank below*
*The crowd cheers as Saguru smirks.*
Kaito *popping up*: Alright, who filled the tank with whipped cream?!
Akako: Oooo... yummy... *purrrs*
Hmm... as far as paint, there's always that indeliable ink thing that they pulled in KKJ. ^^;;
No fair teasing, you... you.. TEASE! *busts up laughing* Will see if we can't think of something.
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