[FIC] Four Ficlets [Magic Kaito]
After not having been in the mood to write for so long, I have finally written something. And *gasp* it's not Transformers.
Don't worry though, there will be more Transformers fics in the future. For now though, here's Magic Kaito!
Author: kirin-saga
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Rated: G
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Summary: Four unconnected Kaito-centric ficlets.
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Kaito stared vacantly at his bedroom wall, trying to ignore the faint sound of his mother's crying coming from just outside his door. She had told him to get some rest, that she would bring him something to eat and they would talk, but he could tell that she didn't even make it a few steps before it all came crashing down on her. She had tried to be so strong today, tried to keep her own Poker Face from shattering when they were told the news, and even now she was trying to be quiet in her grief. She didn't want him to hear her break and he felt too numb and tired to even attempt to cheer her up so he tried to pretend he didn't hear anything.
Finally though, he heard her struggle to her feet and head down the hall to the stairs. He listened as she entered the kitchen and clumsily began opening cabinets in search of something to eat. He hoped she didn't go to too much trouble making dinner tonight. He really didn't think he could keep anything down right now.
Sometimes Kaito wondered what his ancestors had done to anger the gods so much that they were still being punished for it. His father had been murdered, he himself had nearly been several times and he was on a seemingly never ending quest for a magical gem that he would likely die in trying locate. Kaito almost laughed at that. If it wasn't one thing trying to kill him, it was another.
He would have to plan another heist soon. Something a bit less complex than his usual performance as he didn't really feel up to it, but the deadline had just gotten a whole lot closer. He needed to check as many gems as he could while he was able. Wouldn't that please his favorite critics? More chances to try to catch him, while trying to discover the reason for his increased activity? Increased desperation and increased recklessness?
Kaito had to laugh at the image that brought to mind, but the laugh was hollow and slightly hysterical and he turned and buried his head in his pillow to muffle the sound. Everything was crashing down and he was running out of time. And there was nothing he could do about it.
So he just laid there on his bed, staring blankly at nothing, and idly wondered which would kill him first: a sniper's bullet or cancer.
Children
"So how did you get out of attending the gathering?" Puck asked, curious as he watched the other Fae playing with Alexander. The toddler seemed to like his new playmate.
Kaito smiled as he turned a white feather into a blue and silver butterfly, much to Alexander's delight, and glanced at Puck. "Because of Pandora." Another feather turned into a kitten with white scaled wings who was quickly - though gently; he had been taught to be gentle with animals - wrapped up in the child's arms. The sound the kitten made sounded more like rain falling than purring, but just as soothing and Alexander cooed sleepily as he pet the tiny creature.
Puck wondered if he could convince Kaito to let Alexander keep it. And if the child's parents would mind. "Pandora?" he asked, trying not to get distracted by his charge. "The woman, the box, or the jewel?" He didn't think it was the woman; despite her place in myth, she was mortal and long dead and had no living descendants.
"The jewel." Kaito was making more feathers, of various colors this time, float about the room, more to just have something to do with his hands this time than to entertain the dozing child and kitten. "It was why Lady Titania gave me to that human family, so I could either help them find it, or find it myself." He sighed. "It's difficult though. Wherever it is, it's shielded pretty good so I can't just home in on it like I can other magical objects humans have gotten their hands on." He frowned, the feathers swirling around him. "I hope it doesn't take too much longer. I want to go home."
Puck knew that feeling. He himself missed Avalon. But he was glad he had gotten out of attending the Gathering. He may miss his home but he didn't want to be trapped there for a thousand years. He didn't think Kaito would want that either, but Kaito was still a child and likely didn't realize that returning to Avalon wasn't the best idea at this current time. Ah well, he'd learn.
In the meantime, he wondered if he could get Kaito to agree to teach Alexander some of that sleight of hand he used to disguise his magic. Being able to cast spells in front of mortals, without the mortals realizing what he was doing, was a very useful skill. Maybe Kaito could come visit as well; get out of Japan, see the world, and check America's gems while he was at it. It'd be fun.
He wondered if Kaito had ever met a Gargoyle.
Menace
It was all anyone was talking about. You couldn't turn on the television or pick up a newspaper without seeing or hearing the words Mutant Menace. All over the world people were panicking over this perceived threat, over these so-called monsters. And Japan was one of the worst. Mutants weren't humans in Japan, not even enhanced or gifted humans. They were Demons, or so most believed. Everywhere you looked you saw people buying, selling, or making protective talismans. Everywhere you turned there were people looking at each other with suspicion. It was horrible.
But it had been tolerable, at least until recently, because unless you had an obvious physical mutation, it was easy to hide if you were careful. All you had to do was not use your ability in public. There were accidents of course, which didn't help public opinion, but those were luckily few and far between.
Now though, the government had finally decide to do something about it's 'Demon Problem'. Everyone was required to take a blood test to determine whether or not they were human, and they were starting these tests in the schools. Most of the students were annoyed by this. Kaito though... Kaito was terrified.
The public hadn't been told beforehand about these tests so Kaito had been caught off guard when he and Aoko had walked into school this morning and had been immediately ushered over to some kind of nurse. Aoko had looked a little ill at the sight of the needles but hadn't otherwise looked concerned for herself, though she'd glance every so often at Kaito.
Kaito had very nearly panicked when he realized what was going on and if it hadn't been for Aoko's concerned looks, and Hakuba quietly shaking his head at him from where he stood at another table, Kaito would have probably done something very stupid. Like tie everyone up in ribbons and escape in a poof of pink smoke while everyone was distracted. It was a very good thing he hadn't; it would have only made things worse.
Not that things could get much worse. Kaito knew what he was and his friends - hell, his whole class most likely - suspected and Kaito didn't know what happened to those identified as mutants other than the fact no one saw them again. Damn it, he had enough to worry about without having to deal with this as well.
But he had to deal with this, and soon. It was only a matter of time before they got the results back on his blood work. Then he'd disappear like so many others if he couldn't find a way to escape, find someplace to go. But no one was allowed to enter or leave Japan without going through a similar test...
Kaito didn't know what to do.
Hollow
Kaito sometimes felt like part of him was missing. There was this... hollow feeling deep inside him, as if someone had reached in and stolen something. He didn't know what this something was but he knew he needed to get it back. And though he didn't know what he was searching for, he felt that he would find it one day. A piece of yourself can't be missing forever he hoped.
He had once told his father about this feeling. He had expected his father to try to cheer him up as he usually would whenever Kaito was upset, but this time... he had given him this look. Like he wanted to apologize for something. Instead, he had given Kaito a hug and had told him that it would be returned to him one day. Kaito hadn't really understood.
That had been a week ago. So many things could change in a week. His father was dead now, killed in an accident during one of his magic shows. His funeral had been this morning and Kaito's mother had spent the day crying when she thought Kaito wasn't watching and trying to pretend everything was fine when she knew he was there. Kaito had stared at her tear stained face and felt hollow.
It was night now, hours past his bedtime and he could hear his mother crying again. He wanted to go to her but knew she would just scold him for being up, so instead he sat in his window and stared at the sky as he listened to her.
The hollow feeling was stronger today and he knew some of it was the normal feeling, but the other part was grief. He missed his father. His father would know what to do to get everyone around him to stop crying.
Kaito couldn't hear his mother anymore and thought she must have fallen asleep. He didn't move to go check on her like he had briefly considered and instead leaned against the cool glass and stared up at the full moon.
Kaito's eyes glowed faintly red and he wished that he could cry.
Don't worry though, there will be more Transformers fics in the future. For now though, here's Magic Kaito!
Author: kirin-saga
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Rated: G
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Summary: Four unconnected Kaito-centric ficlets.
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Kaito stared vacantly at his bedroom wall, trying to ignore the faint sound of his mother's crying coming from just outside his door. She had told him to get some rest, that she would bring him something to eat and they would talk, but he could tell that she didn't even make it a few steps before it all came crashing down on her. She had tried to be so strong today, tried to keep her own Poker Face from shattering when they were told the news, and even now she was trying to be quiet in her grief. She didn't want him to hear her break and he felt too numb and tired to even attempt to cheer her up so he tried to pretend he didn't hear anything.
Finally though, he heard her struggle to her feet and head down the hall to the stairs. He listened as she entered the kitchen and clumsily began opening cabinets in search of something to eat. He hoped she didn't go to too much trouble making dinner tonight. He really didn't think he could keep anything down right now.
Sometimes Kaito wondered what his ancestors had done to anger the gods so much that they were still being punished for it. His father had been murdered, he himself had nearly been several times and he was on a seemingly never ending quest for a magical gem that he would likely die in trying locate. Kaito almost laughed at that. If it wasn't one thing trying to kill him, it was another.
He would have to plan another heist soon. Something a bit less complex than his usual performance as he didn't really feel up to it, but the deadline had just gotten a whole lot closer. He needed to check as many gems as he could while he was able. Wouldn't that please his favorite critics? More chances to try to catch him, while trying to discover the reason for his increased activity? Increased desperation and increased recklessness?
Kaito had to laugh at the image that brought to mind, but the laugh was hollow and slightly hysterical and he turned and buried his head in his pillow to muffle the sound. Everything was crashing down and he was running out of time. And there was nothing he could do about it.
So he just laid there on his bed, staring blankly at nothing, and idly wondered which would kill him first: a sniper's bullet or cancer.
Children
"So how did you get out of attending the gathering?" Puck asked, curious as he watched the other Fae playing with Alexander. The toddler seemed to like his new playmate.
Kaito smiled as he turned a white feather into a blue and silver butterfly, much to Alexander's delight, and glanced at Puck. "Because of Pandora." Another feather turned into a kitten with white scaled wings who was quickly - though gently; he had been taught to be gentle with animals - wrapped up in the child's arms. The sound the kitten made sounded more like rain falling than purring, but just as soothing and Alexander cooed sleepily as he pet the tiny creature.
Puck wondered if he could convince Kaito to let Alexander keep it. And if the child's parents would mind. "Pandora?" he asked, trying not to get distracted by his charge. "The woman, the box, or the jewel?" He didn't think it was the woman; despite her place in myth, she was mortal and long dead and had no living descendants.
"The jewel." Kaito was making more feathers, of various colors this time, float about the room, more to just have something to do with his hands this time than to entertain the dozing child and kitten. "It was why Lady Titania gave me to that human family, so I could either help them find it, or find it myself." He sighed. "It's difficult though. Wherever it is, it's shielded pretty good so I can't just home in on it like I can other magical objects humans have gotten their hands on." He frowned, the feathers swirling around him. "I hope it doesn't take too much longer. I want to go home."
Puck knew that feeling. He himself missed Avalon. But he was glad he had gotten out of attending the Gathering. He may miss his home but he didn't want to be trapped there for a thousand years. He didn't think Kaito would want that either, but Kaito was still a child and likely didn't realize that returning to Avalon wasn't the best idea at this current time. Ah well, he'd learn.
In the meantime, he wondered if he could get Kaito to agree to teach Alexander some of that sleight of hand he used to disguise his magic. Being able to cast spells in front of mortals, without the mortals realizing what he was doing, was a very useful skill. Maybe Kaito could come visit as well; get out of Japan, see the world, and check America's gems while he was at it. It'd be fun.
He wondered if Kaito had ever met a Gargoyle.
Menace
It was all anyone was talking about. You couldn't turn on the television or pick up a newspaper without seeing or hearing the words Mutant Menace. All over the world people were panicking over this perceived threat, over these so-called monsters. And Japan was one of the worst. Mutants weren't humans in Japan, not even enhanced or gifted humans. They were Demons, or so most believed. Everywhere you looked you saw people buying, selling, or making protective talismans. Everywhere you turned there were people looking at each other with suspicion. It was horrible.
But it had been tolerable, at least until recently, because unless you had an obvious physical mutation, it was easy to hide if you were careful. All you had to do was not use your ability in public. There were accidents of course, which didn't help public opinion, but those were luckily few and far between.
Now though, the government had finally decide to do something about it's 'Demon Problem'. Everyone was required to take a blood test to determine whether or not they were human, and they were starting these tests in the schools. Most of the students were annoyed by this. Kaito though... Kaito was terrified.
The public hadn't been told beforehand about these tests so Kaito had been caught off guard when he and Aoko had walked into school this morning and had been immediately ushered over to some kind of nurse. Aoko had looked a little ill at the sight of the needles but hadn't otherwise looked concerned for herself, though she'd glance every so often at Kaito.
Kaito had very nearly panicked when he realized what was going on and if it hadn't been for Aoko's concerned looks, and Hakuba quietly shaking his head at him from where he stood at another table, Kaito would have probably done something very stupid. Like tie everyone up in ribbons and escape in a poof of pink smoke while everyone was distracted. It was a very good thing he hadn't; it would have only made things worse.
Not that things could get much worse. Kaito knew what he was and his friends - hell, his whole class most likely - suspected and Kaito didn't know what happened to those identified as mutants other than the fact no one saw them again. Damn it, he had enough to worry about without having to deal with this as well.
But he had to deal with this, and soon. It was only a matter of time before they got the results back on his blood work. Then he'd disappear like so many others if he couldn't find a way to escape, find someplace to go. But no one was allowed to enter or leave Japan without going through a similar test...
Kaito didn't know what to do.
Hollow
Kaito sometimes felt like part of him was missing. There was this... hollow feeling deep inside him, as if someone had reached in and stolen something. He didn't know what this something was but he knew he needed to get it back. And though he didn't know what he was searching for, he felt that he would find it one day. A piece of yourself can't be missing forever he hoped.
He had once told his father about this feeling. He had expected his father to try to cheer him up as he usually would whenever Kaito was upset, but this time... he had given him this look. Like he wanted to apologize for something. Instead, he had given Kaito a hug and had told him that it would be returned to him one day. Kaito hadn't really understood.
That had been a week ago. So many things could change in a week. His father was dead now, killed in an accident during one of his magic shows. His funeral had been this morning and Kaito's mother had spent the day crying when she thought Kaito wasn't watching and trying to pretend everything was fine when she knew he was there. Kaito had stared at her tear stained face and felt hollow.
It was night now, hours past his bedtime and he could hear his mother crying again. He wanted to go to her but knew she would just scold him for being up, so instead he sat in his window and stared at the sky as he listened to her.
The hollow feeling was stronger today and he knew some of it was the normal feeling, but the other part was grief. He missed his father. His father would know what to do to get everyone around him to stop crying.
Kaito couldn't hear his mother anymore and thought she must have fallen asleep. He didn't move to go check on her like he had briefly considered and instead leaned against the cool glass and stared up at the full moon.
Kaito's eyes glowed faintly red and he wished that he could cry.