Fic for keeconk!
Intergroup Gold for keeconk
from jerainbowbridge
Title: A Pot of Gold
Pairings/Groups: ABC-Z, Kis-My-Ft2, Koki, Yara
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, idiocy crack
Summary: Being a criminal isn't easy when gold tends to vanish, ice cream tends to melt and dragons abound. But at least the police are inclined to be friendly.
Word Count/Notes: 1532 words. For keeconk. I hope this is what you wanted!
The huge, dark underground vault echoed with the sound of many muffled voices.
"This is broken."
"What is this thing? Is it valuable?"
"Ugh, this is rusty..."
"Here's some gold."
"Ah, everything over here is just copper."
"I wonder where the drago-"
"Shh!"
Tamamori was silenced before he could finish his sentence, half a dozen hands covering his mouth at once, knocking his shiny yellow mask askew.
"Do you want to get burned to a crisp?" Fujigaya demanded, hands on his hips. His pink, feather-covered mask sparkled brightly in the light of the torches.
"Unless you want to get burned, never talk about dra... big flappy things while in their lair!" Kawai agreed, both of his hands still covering Tamamori's mouth. Tamamori mumbled something unintelligible.
"Most Guardian Dragons are supposed to be tiny, actually," Totsuka corrected mildly, sifting through sacks of coins to find the few scattered pieces of gold. His hand-knitted, multi-coloured mask lay forgotten on the floor at his feet.
The sound of a heavy door slamming far overhead stopped all movement short for a moment.
"Damn, there's someone else here! Lets go!" Kitayama ordered, jumping to his feet. He didn't bother to put his mask back on - decorative as they might have been, they did little to hide their identities, even though he had put his foot down when Fujigaya had tried to have their initials embroidered on their masks.
Grabbing a random bag of loot each, they bolted for the hole they'd blown into the wall earlier and through the tunnel to the outside.
Fujigaya, who was on point, stopped suddenly enough that Kawai nearly bumped into him. "Yo, hurry up, or we'll be caught... oh."
"That's breaking and entering, you know," watchman Koki, the only human guardian of the National Dragon Bank, said. "Not to mention theft."
Fujigaya wrapped his arms around Koki's neck. "Just a bit of fun, Koki-senpai~" he sang, pressing close. Fujigaya had been an apprentice watchman for only a week before he decided that a career as a master thief in Crime King Takizawa's Empire of Crime and Sparkles was more to his tastes, but he still insisted on calling Koki "senpai" whenever Koki tried to arrest him, which happened frequently.
"One if these days I'll really have to lock you up, Taipi," Koki said. He ruffled Fujigaya's hair before pushing him towards the exit. "Now run along, you'd look much too good in handcuffs."
"Thanks, senpai," Fujigaya replied, blowing a kiss at Koki as he followed his friends outside into the warm summer air. The sun shone brightly, making his mask glitter even more, so he took it off and stuffed it into his bag.
"Lets get back to our secret base," he suggested happily. An encounter with Koki always made him happy.
~~~
There was a weird, sweet smell in the air as the Ebikisu Robbers returned to their secret base.
"Ah, don't open the door!" Hashimoto yelled from an upper window when Yokoo reached for the door handle. "The ice-cream will flood the street again if you do!"
"... Again?" Yokoo's eyebrow twitched as he asked. Not that he really wanted to know what Hashimoto had gotten up to while they were gone.
Hashimoto nodded enthusiastically, his voice louder than necessary even for calling down from the second floor. "Great success! Miyacchi and I robbed an ice-cream store, but it kind of melted. Tsuka-chan had to climb in through the window earlier..."
"I don't want to know," Kitayama decided. "Get the ladder," he told Kawai and Tamamori.
"Did he just tell the whole street that he robbed a store?" Fujigaya asked, disbelief clear in his voice.
"You are wearing your pickpocket-of-the-year medal," Kitayama drawled.
"So? I fail to see your point," Fujigaya huffed.
~~~
The multi-coloured balls flew through the air, from one hand to the other in a dazzling rainbow of colours, captivating their audience.
Juggling fourteen balls between the two of them, Senga and Nikaido counted loudly together. "23, 24, 25, 26."
Quite a large crowd had gathered on the street corner, watching the two of them perform their tricks. A pile of small coins had collected in the green hat Nikaido had put on the ground for that purpose.
No one paid the least bit of attention to Goseki, who moved silently through the crowd like a shadow, hands slipping into pockets unnoticed, taking wallets, pocket watches and other valuables.
Senga fumbled a catch, one blue ball nearly falling to the ground. Trying to hold on to it, he failed to pay attention and the next ball hit him right on the head. "Ouch," Senga yelped, only to squeak a moment later when the next ball landed on his head, and the next as well, until only one ball was left in Nikaido's hand. Grinning, Nikaido threw it at Senga too. "Idiot," Nikaido said fondly, "pay attention!"
"Mou, mean, Nika-chan," Senga complained cutely, rubbing his head.
Taking a long balloon out of his pocket, Nikaido blew it up and quickly tied it into the shape of a bunny. "For you, crybaby," he teased as he handed it to Senga.
"Uwaaah~ how cute," Senga cheered. While Nikaido put the juggling balls away into their bag, Senga blew another balloon up and tied it into a crown, which he handed to an old woman who had just thrown several coins into the hat.
More and more people stopped to watch their little show.
His pockets full with other people's possessions, Goseki moved to quietly slip away when a hand suddenly grabbed him and pulled him roughly into a dark alley.
There was only one person who would dare to grab him like that, so Goseki didn't fight it when he was pushed against the wall.
"Should I search you for stolen goods?" Yara asked, slipping his hand under Goseki's shirt.
"Since when have you needed an excuse, Yara-kun?" Goseki replied sweetly, leaning into the policeman's embrace.
"Who says it's an excuse?" Yara smirked and confiscated every piece he could find. Since they were in a semi-public place, his search was not quite as thorough as he would have liked though.
"No kiss today?" Goseki asked coyly as Yara made to pull away.
"Since you asked nicely," Yara grinned and pressed his lips to Goseki's. Goseki's hand came up to tangle in Yara's hair, holding his head in place with a firm grip until he was satisfied.
~~~
"All the gold has turned into iron," Totsuka announced from the door to the storeroom, where he'd been trying to find enough gold to pay King Takizawa's crime tax without much success. This week had been especially chaotic.
"Eeeh?" the Ebikisu Robbers chorused.
"See, chair-san, I told you the dragon would curse us all if we didn't scratch his ears," Tamamori told his chair. The others ignored him with practiced ease.
"How are we to pay King Takizawa his dues if all our gold is gone?" Yokoo asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. His headache was getting worse with every little catastrophe.
Someone had stolen their loot from the National Dragon Bank when they let it out of their sight for just a moment to attach the ladder to the window and even Goseki had not been able to bring anything home. Which left Nikaido's and Senga's pile of small change - and Hashimoto's ice-cream. Both of which they could not exactly offer the great Crime King Takizawa.
"If all else fails," Goseki suggested calmly, "we can always sell our kouhai."
There was a loud crash downstairs, followed by shrieks and laughter.
"Who'd buy them?" Kitayama mused.
"We'd have to pay for someone to take them off our hands," Fujigaya added.
At that moment, there was a knock on the window. They were on the third floor of their secret base, but no one was particularly surprised when Tsukada climbed through the window as soon as Totsuka opened it.
"Ah, heavy," Tsukada said and put the giant bag he'd been carrying down on the table. "I'm no expert, so I couldn't really tell what was valuable. I just brought everything," he explained.
Opening the bag, Fujigaya exclaimed, "There's so much!" He helped Tsukada upend the bag, pouring the contents onto the table, gold and silver glinting in the candle light.
"Saved at the last minute," Kitayama commented and promptly went to sleep, worries gone for the moment. The pile of loot was higher than him, enough to pay their dues to Crime King Takizawa not only for this week, but for the following three weeks as well, barring any future disasters.
Sorting gold from silver with deft fingers, Yokoo asked, "Where did you get this?"
Tsukada was the best cat burglar in the city, there was no house he couldn't get into, no window he couldn't climb up to, but there weren't many places that had this much gold lying around.
"The big pink building on the other side of the park," Tsukada answered, unconcerned.
There was a loud clunk as Yokoo dropped the big golden crown he'd been polishing. "... Please tell me you didn't rob King Takizawa's palace?!"