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ickaimpVoices decided today that they wanted to play with a really old plunnie from a stray waking dream where Hakuba's about 15cm high, and Kaito finds him.
Then they decided that they wanted to tie this to the really sappy Kaito/Aoko plunnie we've been trying to write for the past couple of months.
As well as another older plunnie, where Kaito discovers he's a telekinetic, only they were gonna tweak that one.
So we've got another fic trilogy staring us down the face.
And in classic Imp style, we're working on it backwards. Last fic first. ^^;;
The first thing he was aware of besides his aching body was someone saying his name.
"-No, I haven't seen him. Something go wrong during the heist? Is everyone okay?"
He knew that voice, he heard it almost every day whether he wanted to or not. Kuroba Kaito, classmate. Which was odd, because the last thing he remembered was grabbing the carved stone the Kid was interested in during the heist.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to focus properly, but everything was dim. The fact that he seemed to be in some sort of fabric cavern explained that much. It was sort of musty, smelling of dust and silk. With a groan, he moved towards the source of the light and crawled out.
His perspective seemed to be off. By a lot. Everything seemed much bigger than normal.
Much MUCH bigger.
Including the humongous white blur in front of him.
He wondered if he was dreaming. After all, this sort of odd-surrealism was common in dreams, wasn't it?
It took a moment to realise that the white blur was the Kaitou Kid taking his cape off and hanging it up while he talked on a cell phone that was pressed against one ear. He seemed to be inspecting the cape for rips or tears as he did so, checking the seams with an automated air.
"Alright, if I see him I'll give you a call. Don't worry about it too much. He can take care of himself. Uh-huh. You too. See you tomorrow. Bai."
With a fierce jab of the finger, the Kid turned the phone off and ran a hand over his face. "Stupid Hakuba, making everyone worry." He muttered, his voice lowering in timbre from Kuroba's familiar voice. There was a pause as the thief seemed to muse something over in his mind. "Hope he didn't trigger the curse..."
With a shrug, the Kid tossed the cell phone behind him, where it landed on a sofa overflowing with -stuff- before returning to examining his cape.
He took the opportunity to look around. He'd never imagined the Kaitou Kid's Lair, so to speak. And it was full of things. Wind-up Toys, miniatures, cosmetics, bits and pieces of electronics, costuming, motors attached to strange things, latex masks, even a car he knew he'd never heard of the Kid using before. It was like a giant chaotic, well, Kid's playground.
The thief hummed to himself as he finished his check and took off his hat, reaching in to remove several items that were carefully put on a shelf before putting the hat on the shelf as well.
"Only one..." Kid warbled, mimicking the members of SMAP as he turned around, pulling off the monocle as he did so.
The monocle was set down next to him and he did a double take, everything falling into place as he realised that his perspective wasn't off.
His SIZE was.
The Kid's hand was larger than he was!
This was one hell of a dream.
The hiss of a sharp intake of breath drew his attention upwards, to where Kuroba Kaito, wearing the Kid's suit was staring at him with sharp violet eyes that almost seemed angry. For a moment as his heart pounded in his throat, Hakuba wondered if he was about to get killed, the gloved hand was right next to him, all it would take would be a small amount of pressure with the thumb and forefinger and his head would pop like an over-ripe zit, or slapped like an annoying fly and he'd be hideously splatted across the floor...
He cringed as the hand moved, raising up off the ground to float towards him. "I'm not going to hurt you." The voice was soothing, no trace of anger in it. He wasn't quite sure if he should trust it, but he was already being picked up by the back of his coat, like a young kitten. His feet dangled in the air for a second, then he was set down in the cupped palm of the other hand. He gripped the fingers as he was lifted to Kuroba's face, who peered at him intently.
"So that's what happens..." The warm breath on his face smelled slightly minty, of toothpaste, a face he was slightly thankful for. Garlic at this would probably be lethal.
He was about to demand to know what was going on when the Kid moved, causing him to hold on for stability as the magician thief walked to the tossed cell phone and hit a button. Autodial created a musical sound as it dialled what appeared to be an oft called number. Kuroba cleared his throat, coughing slightly as he did so.
"Nakamori-chan?" Hakuba was surprised to hear his own voice, lower and rougher than the recordings he had heard of it coming out of the violet-eyed boy's mouth. He knew the Kid could do impressions, but was startling to see it done so abruptly. "I apologise, I got hit by a case of either food poisoning or stomach flu... I did not feel like vomiting in front of the police force, so I went home. I am sorry for the inconvenience. Could you tell Nakamori-keibu for me please? Thank you.... No, I'll be fine. Thank you. No, that's not necessary. Yes, Goodbye."
The phone was hung up once more as the Kid looked at him with a too intelligent gaze. "Now... what are we going to do with you?"
"Going to do with me?" Hakuba snapped, anger briefly over writing the feeling of impending squishy doom. "Shouldn't the question be what should I do with you? You're the bloody Kaitou Kid!"
"Ahh..." Kuroba grinned back. "But I'm also the one that knows how to get you back to your proper size."
He paused, then pinched himself. It hurt. "... so it's really not a demented dream..."
"Nope."
"Bugger."
"Sorry about that." The other boy did seem honestly apologetic for it.
He waved it off, suddenly feeling very heavy. "No, it's fine. Was thinking it was a bit too simplistic for a dream, being shrunk down and carried off to the Lair of the Kaitou Kid."
"Ye-ah..." There really didn't seem to be a good comeback for that one, although he did not doubt Kuroba's ability to do so if given the chance. "So do we have a deal? I turn you back, you forget who the Kid is? You're free to attempt to capture the Kid, of course."
He hesitated a moment, then nodded. Not much had really changed then, just his own private suspicions had been proved. And he really did not want to stay this size... "Gentleman's word of honour?"
Kuroba laughed, causing him to grab onto the gloves for support again as the hand bounced slightly. "Leaving the thief and the detective out of it, Hakuba-kun?" He grinned.
"Lowest common denominator." He agreed. He was a gentleman in any case, and he'd yet to see Kuroba break his word. He may not have followed the letter of his agreements, but he certainly did not besmirch them either.
Then they decided that they wanted to tie this to the really sappy Kaito/Aoko plunnie we've been trying to write for the past couple of months.
As well as another older plunnie, where Kaito discovers he's a telekinetic, only they were gonna tweak that one.
So we've got another fic trilogy staring us down the face.
And in classic Imp style, we're working on it backwards. Last fic first. ^^;;
The first thing he was aware of besides his aching body was someone saying his name.
"-No, I haven't seen him. Something go wrong during the heist? Is everyone okay?"
He knew that voice, he heard it almost every day whether he wanted to or not. Kuroba Kaito, classmate. Which was odd, because the last thing he remembered was grabbing the carved stone the Kid was interested in during the heist.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to focus properly, but everything was dim. The fact that he seemed to be in some sort of fabric cavern explained that much. It was sort of musty, smelling of dust and silk. With a groan, he moved towards the source of the light and crawled out.
His perspective seemed to be off. By a lot. Everything seemed much bigger than normal.
Much MUCH bigger.
Including the humongous white blur in front of him.
He wondered if he was dreaming. After all, this sort of odd-surrealism was common in dreams, wasn't it?
It took a moment to realise that the white blur was the Kaitou Kid taking his cape off and hanging it up while he talked on a cell phone that was pressed against one ear. He seemed to be inspecting the cape for rips or tears as he did so, checking the seams with an automated air.
"Alright, if I see him I'll give you a call. Don't worry about it too much. He can take care of himself. Uh-huh. You too. See you tomorrow. Bai."
With a fierce jab of the finger, the Kid turned the phone off and ran a hand over his face. "Stupid Hakuba, making everyone worry." He muttered, his voice lowering in timbre from Kuroba's familiar voice. There was a pause as the thief seemed to muse something over in his mind. "Hope he didn't trigger the curse..."
With a shrug, the Kid tossed the cell phone behind him, where it landed on a sofa overflowing with -stuff- before returning to examining his cape.
He took the opportunity to look around. He'd never imagined the Kaitou Kid's Lair, so to speak. And it was full of things. Wind-up Toys, miniatures, cosmetics, bits and pieces of electronics, costuming, motors attached to strange things, latex masks, even a car he knew he'd never heard of the Kid using before. It was like a giant chaotic, well, Kid's playground.
The thief hummed to himself as he finished his check and took off his hat, reaching in to remove several items that were carefully put on a shelf before putting the hat on the shelf as well.
"Only one..." Kid warbled, mimicking the members of SMAP as he turned around, pulling off the monocle as he did so.
The monocle was set down next to him and he did a double take, everything falling into place as he realised that his perspective wasn't off.
His SIZE was.
The Kid's hand was larger than he was!
This was one hell of a dream.
The hiss of a sharp intake of breath drew his attention upwards, to where Kuroba Kaito, wearing the Kid's suit was staring at him with sharp violet eyes that almost seemed angry. For a moment as his heart pounded in his throat, Hakuba wondered if he was about to get killed, the gloved hand was right next to him, all it would take would be a small amount of pressure with the thumb and forefinger and his head would pop like an over-ripe zit, or slapped like an annoying fly and he'd be hideously splatted across the floor...
He cringed as the hand moved, raising up off the ground to float towards him. "I'm not going to hurt you." The voice was soothing, no trace of anger in it. He wasn't quite sure if he should trust it, but he was already being picked up by the back of his coat, like a young kitten. His feet dangled in the air for a second, then he was set down in the cupped palm of the other hand. He gripped the fingers as he was lifted to Kuroba's face, who peered at him intently.
"So that's what happens..." The warm breath on his face smelled slightly minty, of toothpaste, a face he was slightly thankful for. Garlic at this would probably be lethal.
He was about to demand to know what was going on when the Kid moved, causing him to hold on for stability as the magician thief walked to the tossed cell phone and hit a button. Autodial created a musical sound as it dialled what appeared to be an oft called number. Kuroba cleared his throat, coughing slightly as he did so.
"Nakamori-chan?" Hakuba was surprised to hear his own voice, lower and rougher than the recordings he had heard of it coming out of the violet-eyed boy's mouth. He knew the Kid could do impressions, but was startling to see it done so abruptly. "I apologise, I got hit by a case of either food poisoning or stomach flu... I did not feel like vomiting in front of the police force, so I went home. I am sorry for the inconvenience. Could you tell Nakamori-keibu for me please? Thank you.... No, I'll be fine. Thank you. No, that's not necessary. Yes, Goodbye."
The phone was hung up once more as the Kid looked at him with a too intelligent gaze. "Now... what are we going to do with you?"
"Going to do with me?" Hakuba snapped, anger briefly over writing the feeling of impending squishy doom. "Shouldn't the question be what should I do with you? You're the bloody Kaitou Kid!"
"Ahh..." Kuroba grinned back. "But I'm also the one that knows how to get you back to your proper size."
He paused, then pinched himself. It hurt. "... so it's really not a demented dream..."
"Nope."
"Bugger."
"Sorry about that." The other boy did seem honestly apologetic for it.
He waved it off, suddenly feeling very heavy. "No, it's fine. Was thinking it was a bit too simplistic for a dream, being shrunk down and carried off to the Lair of the Kaitou Kid."
"Ye-ah..." There really didn't seem to be a good comeback for that one, although he did not doubt Kuroba's ability to do so if given the chance. "So do we have a deal? I turn you back, you forget who the Kid is? You're free to attempt to capture the Kid, of course."
He hesitated a moment, then nodded. Not much had really changed then, just his own private suspicions had been proved. And he really did not want to stay this size... "Gentleman's word of honour?"
Kuroba laughed, causing him to grab onto the gloves for support again as the hand bounced slightly. "Leaving the thief and the detective out of it, Hakuba-kun?" He grinned.
"Lowest common denominator." He agreed. He was a gentleman in any case, and he'd yet to see Kuroba break his word. He may not have followed the letter of his agreements, but he certainly did not besmirch them either.
