[DC/MK oneshot:] Changing Fate
Title: Changing Fate
Authour: Icka! M. Chif
Characters: Edogawa Conan/Kudo Shin'ichi, Kaitou Kid.
Rating: teen.
Warnings: we chewz ur heds. vomiting and ouchies.
Summary: Kid falls. Conan has flashbacks.
Authour Notes: I feel obliged to point out that we've been sick the past three days and living off insanity and cough drops. Obviously, it's time for another dose of medicine. and sleepies. Why are we still awake? srsly. Where are my pants again?
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The Kaitou Kid wasn't supposed to just -break-.
He was supposed to be invincible, untouchable, the laughing moonlit thief whom everyone strove to capture but none succeeded.
He wasn't supposed to be able to be broken.
He felt something inside of him shatter as he watched the Kaitou Kid fall from the sky, hitting a fire escape on the way down with the sickening snap of a breaking bone, then plummet into a dark alley. The Kaitou Kid was supposed to get away.
It wasn't supposed to be Conan's fault.
A fragment of memory flickered by, a scene from a play his mother had once dragged him to. A dead body hanging from the rafters while people yelled and stampeded in panic, one loud voice begging over the clamour as a harpsichord wailed in the background: 'It was an accident, simply an ACCIDENT!!!'
Except it hadn't been an accident, -he- had been the one to cause the Kaitou Kid to fall, he hadn't been able to simply turn his head and walk away as the Kid escaped yet again, he'd had to throw one more punch, one more kick at the fleeing thief...
He hadn't expected the Kid to BREAK.
Kid was supposed to get away. He was supposed to capture the Kid, not cripple him. Crippling was worse than death, for a Kaitou. Crippling meant capture. Capture meant not being able to get away.
Not being able to get away...
He turned the corner, breathing hard as he suddenly felt the sweeping sensation of deja vu yet again, a dark deal at the base of a ferris wheel, a cool summer's night long ago.
A two dark figures leaning over a fallen one.
"Shall we kill him?"
"No! No guns! The Pigs are still wandering around 'cause of that shit earlier!"
He rubbed his eyes, two images superimposed over each other. Gin grabbing Kudo Shin'ichi by the hair as Vodka watched, feeding a vile pill down the detective's throat.
A tall dark trench-coated man grabbing the Kaitou Kid by the hair, the Kid's white suit stained with dark crimson splotches along the ribs and one leg, bent at an impossible angle, feeding a vile pill down the thief's throat.
"We'll use this... the Poison the Organisation developed. Hehehehe... You can't find any signs of poison on the body with this stuff..."
Kudo Shin'ichi, laying face down in the shadows of the amusement park, fingers scrabbling at the grass for something to hold, eyes wide and panicked as agony set in, his body starting to melt around him.
Kaitou Kid, laying face down in the dark alley, fingers scrabbling on the concrete for something to hold, eyes wide and panicked as agony set in, his body starting to melt around him.
One last look good-bye from the men in black, as they strode away, the poison eating away at the fallen body.
"So long.... Detective!"
"So long... Thief!"
No... no good...
Conan ran forward, clutching at the thief's shoulders, rolling him on his side, the white clad body already hot to the touch as a few wisps of steam started to rise off of him.
No no no nonononono... not again. NOT AGAIN.
He reached inside the thief's open mouth, fingers pressing against the soft underside of the palate, triggering the gag reflex. The Kid choked once, then again with a stronger force as Conan removed his fingers, turning the thief's head to the side as the gagging became heaving and the Kid vomited, regurgitating the contents of his stomach and the already half dissolved poisoned pill.
"You're all right." He promised, running his hand over the Kid's feverish forehead as the theif gasped and sobbed for breath, hat and monocle laying discarded somewhere in the shadows. He pulled the thief away from the mess on the alley floor, feeling shaky with giddy relief. It hadn't happened. Not this time. "You're all right now. It's not going to happen again."
When he looked at the Kid's unmasked face, somehow he was only vaguely surprised to find Kudo Shin'ichi's tired feverish looking features staring up at him.
+++Fin+++
And while we're at it, have some techno phantom.
Cause screaming falling illusionary bodies make everything better. Or at least a kick-ass AMV.
Authour: Icka! M. Chif
Characters: Edogawa Conan/Kudo Shin'ichi, Kaitou Kid.
Rating: teen.
Warnings: we chewz ur heds. vomiting and ouchies.
Summary: Kid falls. Conan has flashbacks.
Authour Notes: I feel obliged to point out that we've been sick the past three days and living off insanity and cough drops. Obviously, it's time for another dose of medicine. and sleepies. Why are we still awake? srsly. Where are my pants again?
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The Kaitou Kid wasn't supposed to just -break-.
He was supposed to be invincible, untouchable, the laughing moonlit thief whom everyone strove to capture but none succeeded.
He wasn't supposed to be able to be broken.
He felt something inside of him shatter as he watched the Kaitou Kid fall from the sky, hitting a fire escape on the way down with the sickening snap of a breaking bone, then plummet into a dark alley. The Kaitou Kid was supposed to get away.
It wasn't supposed to be Conan's fault.
A fragment of memory flickered by, a scene from a play his mother had once dragged him to. A dead body hanging from the rafters while people yelled and stampeded in panic, one loud voice begging over the clamour as a harpsichord wailed in the background: 'It was an accident, simply an ACCIDENT!!!'
Except it hadn't been an accident, -he- had been the one to cause the Kaitou Kid to fall, he hadn't been able to simply turn his head and walk away as the Kid escaped yet again, he'd had to throw one more punch, one more kick at the fleeing thief...
He hadn't expected the Kid to BREAK.
Kid was supposed to get away. He was supposed to capture the Kid, not cripple him. Crippling was worse than death, for a Kaitou. Crippling meant capture. Capture meant not being able to get away.
Not being able to get away...
He turned the corner, breathing hard as he suddenly felt the sweeping sensation of deja vu yet again, a dark deal at the base of a ferris wheel, a cool summer's night long ago.
A two dark figures leaning over a fallen one.
"Shall we kill him?"
"No! No guns! The Pigs are still wandering around 'cause of that shit earlier!"
He rubbed his eyes, two images superimposed over each other. Gin grabbing Kudo Shin'ichi by the hair as Vodka watched, feeding a vile pill down the detective's throat.
A tall dark trench-coated man grabbing the Kaitou Kid by the hair, the Kid's white suit stained with dark crimson splotches along the ribs and one leg, bent at an impossible angle, feeding a vile pill down the thief's throat.
"We'll use this... the Poison the Organisation developed. Hehehehe... You can't find any signs of poison on the body with this stuff..."
Kudo Shin'ichi, laying face down in the shadows of the amusement park, fingers scrabbling at the grass for something to hold, eyes wide and panicked as agony set in, his body starting to melt around him.
Kaitou Kid, laying face down in the dark alley, fingers scrabbling on the concrete for something to hold, eyes wide and panicked as agony set in, his body starting to melt around him.
One last look good-bye from the men in black, as they strode away, the poison eating away at the fallen body.
"So long.... Detective!"
"So long... Thief!"
No... no good...
Conan ran forward, clutching at the thief's shoulders, rolling him on his side, the white clad body already hot to the touch as a few wisps of steam started to rise off of him.
No no no nonononono... not again. NOT AGAIN.
He reached inside the thief's open mouth, fingers pressing against the soft underside of the palate, triggering the gag reflex. The Kid choked once, then again with a stronger force as Conan removed his fingers, turning the thief's head to the side as the gagging became heaving and the Kid vomited, regurgitating the contents of his stomach and the already half dissolved poisoned pill.
"You're all right." He promised, running his hand over the Kid's feverish forehead as the theif gasped and sobbed for breath, hat and monocle laying discarded somewhere in the shadows. He pulled the thief away from the mess on the alley floor, feeling shaky with giddy relief. It hadn't happened. Not this time. "You're all right now. It's not going to happen again."
When he looked at the Kid's unmasked face, somehow he was only vaguely surprised to find Kudo Shin'ichi's tired feverish looking features staring up at him.
+++Fin+++
And while we're at it, have some techno phantom.
Cause screaming falling illusionary bodies make everything better. Or at least a kick-ass AMV.