[fic] Kid/Jing
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ickaimpI just accidently deleted a Pet Shop of Horrors drabble we had just finished.
Icka very stupid.
This is what we get for not wearing our eyes this late at night.
Will re-write later. *nods*
In mean time, part of a Magic Kaitou/KIng of Bandit Jing crossover, because we seem to have a thing about thieves.
Dorobou = Bandit
Oh = King
Dorobou-Oh = Bandit King
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"They're late."
"Quiet, Kir."
"I'm just sayin'-"
"I know."
Silence.
"Think they got caught?"
"Kir..."
"Or he could be checking to make sure that neither of us were followed." A smiling voice commented from behind the duo. A white shadow materialised, a hand tilting a top hat forward in a silently apology. "I was working tonight, it never hurts to be careful."
"Nothing like bringing your work home with you." The smaller wild haired figure in the bright orange battered trenchcoat agreed. "And you are-?
"They call me Kid the Phantom Thief, or Kaitou Kid." He bowed. "Postino said you needed a tour guide, Dorobou-Oh."
"Call me Jing." The grey-eyed boy grinned. "This is Kir."
"Delighted." The black albatross on the King of Bandit's shoulder muttered sarcastically. "Can we get started?"
Kid wasn't a pretty girl, so the bird wasn't all that impressed.
"Of course." If the Kid was surprised by the bird's ability to talk as well as sulk, he wasn't showing it. "The details were a bit sketchy on why you were here."
Mixed in with the polite request was a hedging question of why the Infamous King of Bandits was coming into what could be considered the Kid's 'Territory'.
Hands shoved into pockets, Jing grinned innocently. "Retrieval, actually. I'm looking for a wayward Porvora." A slip of paper was pulled from a pocket and held out.
"Porvora?" Kid echoed, a look of minor confusion crossing his face. He took the offered paper and looked at it, the streetlights from the buildings below supplying enough light for his night vision to make out the sketch. It looked something like a cute cuddly puff ball with wide eyes, small pointed ears and a smaller puffball at the end of a thin rat like tail. "Cute."
"Very." Kir agreed. "Unless they get nervous. Or startled. Or near an open flame."
"And then?"
"Boom." Jing pointed to the buildings below. "More than two of those city blocks gone, and a hole as deep as the taller buildings."
The Phantom Thief grimaced, handing the note back. "Lovely."
"They're not that bad, really." Jing assured him, putting the picture back in his pocket. Kir made a sound of dissent, but didn't comment. "I'm just more worried about what one is doing here. They're usually shy of humans."
"You think someone would use them for that?" Kid mused, obviously not liking the sound of that. "Blackmail the city maybe?"
Jing shrugged. "Perhaps."
"Any way of finding out fast?" Kir asked.
"Well..." Kid mused. "There are two ways I can think of to quickly discover if someone's using them as a bomb threat."
"Which would be?"
"The Logical way, and the Fun way." A grin of pure mischief crossed the white clad thief's face. "And I've had my fill of Police for one day."
"The fun way it is then." Kir grinned, rubbing his wings together in a fiendish way.
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The Kid rang the doorbell.
"Isn't this a little anti-climatic?" Kir grumbled.
Kid shrugged as he rocked back on his heels, waiting. "Like they're expecting a couple of famous thieves to simply walk up and ring the doorbell."
"That's true."
A light went on inside and the door opened, revealing a very sleepy looking blonde teenager in sleep clothes standing there. The house's occupant blinked, squinting at the thief in white. "Oh." He commented, yawning. "It's you."
And then he closed the door and turned off the light.
The three thieves blinked, turning to look at each other.
The Kid shrugged and reached for the doorbell again.
The door flew open before he could touch it, Hakuba Saguru looking much more awake this time. "YOU!" He roared, flying towards the Kid.
Who promptly side stepped, causing the blond detective to fall flat on his face on the ground between the thieves.
When he lifted his head, he found himself looking up along the edge of a very long dagger, sticking out of one of the King of Bandit's sleeves.
"Hakuba!" The Kid play-scolded. "That's not a nice way to treat our guest! And after we came all this way to ask you a question!"
Hakuba, finding this a very strange and blunt awakening to what he thought had been a bizarre dream had one response to this.
"Huh?"
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Have very strange mental picture of Kid, Jing and Kir showing up to Koizumi's house and she's there kissing Aoko and Kaito not quite sure how to take it.
-and Kir cheering the girls on. >_<
Voices have decided to dig up our 'Icka-verse' (as J.R. Dyer called it), our own orginal universe and wanna work on it for
NaNoWriMo. Have almost 20 note books of it (more than half of them 3 or 5 subject notebooks) filled with our tiny scrawl under our bed that we've been digging out and re-reading.
Started drawing them again too, some of their histories have changed, and at least one of them has retrograded, which is kinda odd, but cool.
Icka very stupid.
This is what we get for not wearing our eyes this late at night.
Will re-write later. *nods*
In mean time, part of a Magic Kaitou/KIng of Bandit Jing crossover, because we seem to have a thing about thieves.
Dorobou = Bandit
Oh = King
Dorobou-Oh = Bandit King
+++
"They're late."
"Quiet, Kir."
"I'm just sayin'-"
"I know."
Silence.
"Think they got caught?"
"Kir..."
"Or he could be checking to make sure that neither of us were followed." A smiling voice commented from behind the duo. A white shadow materialised, a hand tilting a top hat forward in a silently apology. "I was working tonight, it never hurts to be careful."
"Nothing like bringing your work home with you." The smaller wild haired figure in the bright orange battered trenchcoat agreed. "And you are-?
"They call me Kid the Phantom Thief, or Kaitou Kid." He bowed. "Postino said you needed a tour guide, Dorobou-Oh."
"Call me Jing." The grey-eyed boy grinned. "This is Kir."
"Delighted." The black albatross on the King of Bandit's shoulder muttered sarcastically. "Can we get started?"
Kid wasn't a pretty girl, so the bird wasn't all that impressed.
"Of course." If the Kid was surprised by the bird's ability to talk as well as sulk, he wasn't showing it. "The details were a bit sketchy on why you were here."
Mixed in with the polite request was a hedging question of why the Infamous King of Bandits was coming into what could be considered the Kid's 'Territory'.
Hands shoved into pockets, Jing grinned innocently. "Retrieval, actually. I'm looking for a wayward Porvora." A slip of paper was pulled from a pocket and held out.
"Porvora?" Kid echoed, a look of minor confusion crossing his face. He took the offered paper and looked at it, the streetlights from the buildings below supplying enough light for his night vision to make out the sketch. It looked something like a cute cuddly puff ball with wide eyes, small pointed ears and a smaller puffball at the end of a thin rat like tail. "Cute."
"Very." Kir agreed. "Unless they get nervous. Or startled. Or near an open flame."
"And then?"
"Boom." Jing pointed to the buildings below. "More than two of those city blocks gone, and a hole as deep as the taller buildings."
The Phantom Thief grimaced, handing the note back. "Lovely."
"They're not that bad, really." Jing assured him, putting the picture back in his pocket. Kir made a sound of dissent, but didn't comment. "I'm just more worried about what one is doing here. They're usually shy of humans."
"You think someone would use them for that?" Kid mused, obviously not liking the sound of that. "Blackmail the city maybe?"
Jing shrugged. "Perhaps."
"Any way of finding out fast?" Kir asked.
"Well..." Kid mused. "There are two ways I can think of to quickly discover if someone's using them as a bomb threat."
"Which would be?"
"The Logical way, and the Fun way." A grin of pure mischief crossed the white clad thief's face. "And I've had my fill of Police for one day."
"The fun way it is then." Kir grinned, rubbing his wings together in a fiendish way.
+++
The Kid rang the doorbell.
"Isn't this a little anti-climatic?" Kir grumbled.
Kid shrugged as he rocked back on his heels, waiting. "Like they're expecting a couple of famous thieves to simply walk up and ring the doorbell."
"That's true."
A light went on inside and the door opened, revealing a very sleepy looking blonde teenager in sleep clothes standing there. The house's occupant blinked, squinting at the thief in white. "Oh." He commented, yawning. "It's you."
And then he closed the door and turned off the light.
The three thieves blinked, turning to look at each other.
The Kid shrugged and reached for the doorbell again.
The door flew open before he could touch it, Hakuba Saguru looking much more awake this time. "YOU!" He roared, flying towards the Kid.
Who promptly side stepped, causing the blond detective to fall flat on his face on the ground between the thieves.
When he lifted his head, he found himself looking up along the edge of a very long dagger, sticking out of one of the King of Bandit's sleeves.
"Hakuba!" The Kid play-scolded. "That's not a nice way to treat our guest! And after we came all this way to ask you a question!"
Hakuba, finding this a very strange and blunt awakening to what he thought had been a bizarre dream had one response to this.
"Huh?"
+++
Have very strange mental picture of Kid, Jing and Kir showing up to Koizumi's house and she's there kissing Aoko and Kaito not quite sure how to take it.
-and Kir cheering the girls on. >_<
Voices have decided to dig up our 'Icka-verse' (as J.R. Dyer called it), our own orginal universe and wanna work on it for
NaNoWriMo. Have almost 20 note books of it (more than half of them 3 or 5 subject notebooks) filled with our tiny scrawl under our bed that we've been digging out and re-reading. Started drawing them again too, some of their histories have changed, and at least one of them has retrograded, which is kinda odd, but cool.
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Ack...
Date: 2003-10-26 10:05 am (UTC)-and Kir cheering the girls on. >_< "
ICKA-SAAAAAN!!! >.< It's _NOT_ a nice mental picture to see Aoko and Akako lip locked!!!!
"...that's a new one." is all I can think of Kaito's reaction. That and Kaito gingerly turning to Hakuba and asking if he wants to lip lock as well.
ACK! *whacks head on table*
At any rate, I've a request. Is there any chance you could have Kaito sarcastically saying "As my royal mother commands." ? It's strange but I can't get it out of my head. @_@
Right, I'll leave you alone now... *scurries off*
Re: Ack...
Date: 2003-10-26 11:23 pm (UTC)Any preference on who he says it to? *grins*
And a very very old mental picture that still pops up once in a while:
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Kaito blinked.
And blinked again.
And pinched himself for good measure.
Nope. He wasn't dreaming.
And Koizumi was still kissing Aoko.
Who didn't look like she was arguing the kiss either, from the way her arms were snaked around the sorceress.
He just stared at the lip locked girls until they broke for air, both flushed cheeks and panting for air. "Hakuba..." Koizumi purred, one arm wrapped possessively around Aoko's waist as the other played with the blue-eyed girls hair. Aoko snuggled against her. "He's all yours."
Arms wrapped around his waist and he stiffened in surprise to find Hakuba casually draping his larger form around him. "I'll take good care of him." The British detective promised with a smirk.
"I'm sure you will." The girls turned to walk away, arms around each other's waists as they cuddled.
Aoko wiggled her fingers before resting her head on Akako's shoulder. "Bye now."
"But... wha... but..." He stammered, not quite sure what the hell was going on, but feeling his grasp of the situation quickly slipping from his fingers.
Hakuba's cheek rubbed against his as the girls disappeared into the distance. "So... what shall we do now?" The detective whispered suggestively.
"Huh?!"
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Yes, we're disturbing.
but we have so much FUN with it! XD
-ICKA!
Re: Ack...
Date: 2003-10-27 03:13 am (UTC)And thanks to that, I will now have to go and scrub my eyeballs and my brain....... >.
Re: Ack...
Date: 2003-10-27 01:41 pm (UTC)You're welcome! We aim to please! *chuckles*
Actually, I used to have that reaction a lot, but then we got used to it. ^__^
-ICKA!