[fic] MK AU Magic Arc: The Wizard
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ickaimpDude, okay.. that was strange.
Went to do a double check on Heiji's favourite authour (you were right,
Samuel Curtis) and found part of my Fic Surfing on a blog because they liked it that much. The whole "Hattori Heiji Public Service Announcement" one (this is Heiji with Kazuha...)
... they linked back to the ff.net account, but still... *boggles*
Dunno. Think we're still in shock whenever likes our stuff.
ANYWAY.
For a change of pace, we stalked the Plunnies instead of them stalking us.
Course, it helped that the entire network was down allllllllllllllllllll day, meaning we couldn't do a lick of work (boring). But did have a lot of fun (and about an hour's worth of overtime) tearing the entire room apart and re-wiring all the computers. (which is FUN! XD ) You would not believe how many wires went absolutely no where. Like a big pile of cat yarn. >^.^<
Tomorrow ought to be interesting, since I'm in at 6am, and we're not -supposed- to pull overtime.
Ficcage: Slight AU, Bit of drama
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When Kuroba Kaito was a small child, his Father taught him Magic.
How to make things appear and disappear into thin air, to grow flowers from nothing, how to move objects without touching them and all sorts of interesting tricks.
And then when small chubby hands grew coordinated and nimble, his Father taught him Sleight of Hand.
For the best place to hide magical abilities was in plain sight, right?
It was a wonderful secret between Father and Son, something that no one else could do. Something that not even the beloved woman in their lives knew.
Then Kuroba Toichi died and Kuroba Kaito forgot about the first kind of Magic.
What good was practicing something that no one else could do if it couldn't even save his Father's life?
So Kuroba Kaito grew up practicing sleight of hand and stage magic, the knowledge of any other way of doing things fading from his mind.
Then one day, eight years after Kuroba Toichi faded away, Kuroba Kaito found his Father's secret. That he wasn't just a Magician and a Father, that he was a Thief as well.
And so he donned his Father's mantle, taking up the crusade and becoming his Father's Ghost.
A fitting title for a Phantom Thief.
As he did so, small, barely noticeable things began to happen. A gust of wind at just the right time. Something he needed in a pinch just randomly appearing. Mother Nature herself seemingly loaning him a hand.
It was the strangest case of luck he had ever experienced.
He didn't give much thought to it, caught up in the rush of new experiences and heady emotions.
Until one day he noticed that during a heist that the jewel he was reaching for and he -knew- he was too far away to grab somehow leapt into his hand during a game of 'Dog-Pile on the Bandit' with the police.
He checked the jewel later, but couldn't figure out how it happened. But it hovered in the back of his mind, a vague sense of unease that he poked at occasionally.
Of course, since his attention was drawn towards it, nothing out of the ordinary happened for a while.
It wasn't until he had all but forgotten about it that it started back up again.
A bit too frequently to be casually dismissed.
But he couldn't quite control it, or summon it at will. Staring at a pencil and willing it to move wielded nothing but a headache. So he ignored it for the most part and chalked it up to luck and his over-active imagination.
This continued for a while.
Until the day his hang glider was shot off his back by the man who murdered his Father. The shock that his Father had died in an accident had been enough that he hadn't dodged the bullet that struck him in the chest.
And he had fallen.
He thought he was going to die.
As he fell, he could hear his Father's words in his ear, a memory of a long forgotten voice coaching a once small boy how do Magic.
He never impacted.
Following his Father's words, he remembered. He remembered how to make things appear and disappear into thin air like a circus trick. How to grow flowers from nothing, just like the ones he had been giving Aoko for years without thinking about how he did it. All the interesting tricks.
Including how to move objects without touching them.
His decent slowed as he remembered, his breathing slow and easy, as if meditating as he floated as lightly as a feather down towards the earth.
His eyes were open when he finally touched down, feeling more complete, more -whole- than he had in years.
Then his chest throbbed, informing him that not only was he bruised, but it hurt like heck.
He took a moment for a small breather, it wouldn't do for the small cuts that the gold casing on the Blue Birthday had caused to bleed into his shirt and jacket, before launching back into the fray, discovering the secret of the stone he was to search for, the mad escape from both the gangsters and police and Aoko's birthday present.
After which, the adrenaline rush had fade and he had barely made it home before he collapsing into bed and sleeping straight through the next twenty-four hours.
Practicing Magic took energy, even more so when one hadn't done it for several years.
He practiced after that, building on what he knew until he was as comfortable with this Magic as he was Sleight of Hand. It wasn't intended for use during heists as a thief or for stage magic, because that would be cheating.
But as a private secret, a bond between Father and Son.
Just a slight something that set him apart from everyone else.
Or so he thought...
-fin-
Um... there's at least 1-2 more parts in this AU, both of which have been started months ago and never finished. Heh. ^^;;
Next should be Aoko, followed by Hakuba and we -never- know with Akako, she just decides to show up sometimes. ~_~
Inspired by Kaitou Kid being called 'The Wizard' in the Detective Conan art book, and the Voices have been poinging for months over the idea of Kaito being a telekinetic sort.
But to our thinking, He's more of a Mage than a Wizard, because Wizards tend to need a focus (wand, gem, amulet, spell, etc) to make things work, and he just needs to concentrate a bit.
Kaito: This is not the theif you are looking for.
Hakuba: Knock it off, Kuroba. I can see you just fine.
Kaito: Dangit. And Jedi Mind Trick fails again...
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Note to my youngest sister, the Brat:
If I ever come home again to find you singing the ENTIRE Meow Mix song on my answerng machine again, I will not be held responsible for my actions. >_
Went to do a double check on Heiji's favourite authour (you were right,
Samuel Curtis) and found part of my Fic Surfing on a blog because they liked it that much. The whole "Hattori Heiji Public Service Announcement" one (this is Heiji with Kazuha...)... they linked back to the ff.net account, but still... *boggles*
Dunno. Think we're still in shock whenever likes our stuff.
ANYWAY.
For a change of pace, we stalked the Plunnies instead of them stalking us.
Course, it helped that the entire network was down allllllllllllllllllll day, meaning we couldn't do a lick of work (boring). But did have a lot of fun (and about an hour's worth of overtime) tearing the entire room apart and re-wiring all the computers. (which is FUN! XD ) You would not believe how many wires went absolutely no where. Like a big pile of cat yarn. >^.^<
Tomorrow ought to be interesting, since I'm in at 6am, and we're not -supposed- to pull overtime.
Ficcage: Slight AU, Bit of drama
+++
When Kuroba Kaito was a small child, his Father taught him Magic.
How to make things appear and disappear into thin air, to grow flowers from nothing, how to move objects without touching them and all sorts of interesting tricks.
And then when small chubby hands grew coordinated and nimble, his Father taught him Sleight of Hand.
For the best place to hide magical abilities was in plain sight, right?
It was a wonderful secret between Father and Son, something that no one else could do. Something that not even the beloved woman in their lives knew.
Then Kuroba Toichi died and Kuroba Kaito forgot about the first kind of Magic.
What good was practicing something that no one else could do if it couldn't even save his Father's life?
So Kuroba Kaito grew up practicing sleight of hand and stage magic, the knowledge of any other way of doing things fading from his mind.
Then one day, eight years after Kuroba Toichi faded away, Kuroba Kaito found his Father's secret. That he wasn't just a Magician and a Father, that he was a Thief as well.
And so he donned his Father's mantle, taking up the crusade and becoming his Father's Ghost.
A fitting title for a Phantom Thief.
As he did so, small, barely noticeable things began to happen. A gust of wind at just the right time. Something he needed in a pinch just randomly appearing. Mother Nature herself seemingly loaning him a hand.
It was the strangest case of luck he had ever experienced.
He didn't give much thought to it, caught up in the rush of new experiences and heady emotions.
Until one day he noticed that during a heist that the jewel he was reaching for and he -knew- he was too far away to grab somehow leapt into his hand during a game of 'Dog-Pile on the Bandit' with the police.
He checked the jewel later, but couldn't figure out how it happened. But it hovered in the back of his mind, a vague sense of unease that he poked at occasionally.
Of course, since his attention was drawn towards it, nothing out of the ordinary happened for a while.
It wasn't until he had all but forgotten about it that it started back up again.
A bit too frequently to be casually dismissed.
But he couldn't quite control it, or summon it at will. Staring at a pencil and willing it to move wielded nothing but a headache. So he ignored it for the most part and chalked it up to luck and his over-active imagination.
This continued for a while.
Until the day his hang glider was shot off his back by the man who murdered his Father. The shock that his Father had died in an accident had been enough that he hadn't dodged the bullet that struck him in the chest.
And he had fallen.
He thought he was going to die.
As he fell, he could hear his Father's words in his ear, a memory of a long forgotten voice coaching a once small boy how do Magic.
He never impacted.
Following his Father's words, he remembered. He remembered how to make things appear and disappear into thin air like a circus trick. How to grow flowers from nothing, just like the ones he had been giving Aoko for years without thinking about how he did it. All the interesting tricks.
Including how to move objects without touching them.
His decent slowed as he remembered, his breathing slow and easy, as if meditating as he floated as lightly as a feather down towards the earth.
His eyes were open when he finally touched down, feeling more complete, more -whole- than he had in years.
Then his chest throbbed, informing him that not only was he bruised, but it hurt like heck.
He took a moment for a small breather, it wouldn't do for the small cuts that the gold casing on the Blue Birthday had caused to bleed into his shirt and jacket, before launching back into the fray, discovering the secret of the stone he was to search for, the mad escape from both the gangsters and police and Aoko's birthday present.
After which, the adrenaline rush had fade and he had barely made it home before he collapsing into bed and sleeping straight through the next twenty-four hours.
Practicing Magic took energy, even more so when one hadn't done it for several years.
He practiced after that, building on what he knew until he was as comfortable with this Magic as he was Sleight of Hand. It wasn't intended for use during heists as a thief or for stage magic, because that would be cheating.
But as a private secret, a bond between Father and Son.
Just a slight something that set him apart from everyone else.
Or so he thought...
-fin-
Um... there's at least 1-2 more parts in this AU, both of which have been started months ago and never finished. Heh. ^^;;
Next should be Aoko, followed by Hakuba and we -never- know with Akako, she just decides to show up sometimes. ~_~
Inspired by Kaitou Kid being called 'The Wizard' in the Detective Conan art book, and the Voices have been poinging for months over the idea of Kaito being a telekinetic sort.
But to our thinking, He's more of a Mage than a Wizard, because Wizards tend to need a focus (wand, gem, amulet, spell, etc) to make things work, and he just needs to concentrate a bit.
Kaito: This is not the theif you are looking for.
Hakuba: Knock it off, Kuroba. I can see you just fine.
Kaito: Dangit. And Jedi Mind Trick fails again...
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Note to my youngest sister, the Brat:
If I ever come home again to find you singing the ENTIRE Meow Mix song on my answerng machine again, I will not be held responsible for my actions. >_
love it! Just love it!
Date: 2003-10-23 06:08 am (UTC)really sweetly done, though, and I like the bit about the "other" kind of magick being a bond between father and son. It would explain so much of what they both did...and do...
Anyway, loved it.
and love the jedi mind trick thing, I try that with my friends all the time (which has nothing at all to do with the fact that we're all part of a Star Wars fan group...no...) **waves her hand** This is not the kitsune you are looking for...
never works for me either **pouts**
Amaya the Slightly Insane