FIC: Conjour's Masquerade (1/?)
Title: Conjour's Masquerade
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: PG (chapter)/NC-17 (full story)
Characters/Pairings: Kuroba Kaito/Hakuba Saguru, Edogowa Conan/Koizumi Akako, Kuroba Mika (Kaito's mother)/Jii, Nakamori Aoko/Male OC, Nakamori Ginzo/Female OC (Maria), Kuroba Rose (Kaito's little sister), Female OC (Bohdana).
Summary: It's been seven years, since the death of Kaitou Kid, but there is still one thing out there, Kaito and Kiden left un-finished.
WARNINGS: Sex, death, illness, MAGIC, slight religious content later.
Notes: I warned you once of magic and belief, and now I'm here to warn again.
Within these walls reality stops, magic takes root and changes the history of men.
We venture further then we did before,
so if you're willing...open the door.
Chapter One: Conjour's Masquerade
“Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.” - Carl Bard
It had been seven long years, since Kaitou Kid had perished in the explosion that had occurred the same night Kuroba Rose was born. While Rose had never known the shadow of Kaitou Kid, nor the man once named Edogowa Kiden, she was still a huge fan, feeding off her brother and cousin.
Which was why, on a fine afternoon, the threesome were on their way to the seventh annual Kaitou Kid convention. A day to celebrate and morn the fallen thief.
"How much longer?" Rose asked, tugging on her brother's hand, her other supporting her walking cane that helped her move.
"We're almost there, Rose." Conan said from next to his cousin, smiling softly. It was still hard for the now fourteen-year-old to imagine how much Rose had grown, even though he had been there the whole way.
"But I want to be there now ," Rose said, pulling away from her brother in an effort to move faster, wobbling slightly as her balance adjusted to the change before managing to get her twisted leg to move in unison with her cane. She turned as best she could without falling, grinning back at the pair. "Come on!"
The threesome finally made it to the convention hall, bowing to the doorman before slipping inside. They paused for a moment, simply staring at the sheer...Kidness that surrounded them. "Wow," Rose said, before hobbling off, eager to see everything.
"Rose, stay close!" Kaito yelled after her, smiling as he watched his sister dive headlong into the fandom that was his lover and twin.
"It still hurts, but this..makes it easier." Conan said softly, glancing at all the happy faces.
Kaito smiled and reached out, gently taking Conan's hand and giving it a squeeze before releasing him and heading towards the real reason he had appeared at something that reminded him, everywhere, of Kiden.
"Kuroba-kun!"
Kaito smiled, leaning on the small table, careful of the large glossy prints. "Suzuki-chan, surprising to see you here." he teased, grinning at the girl.
"Ch, says you. What are you looking for this year, more close-ups?"
"Hmm, not sure yet...what do you have new?"
"That wall over there is all new prints, mostly from old fan footage or news clips that were never aired."
Kaito nodded, moving over to the wall she indicated, examining the large photos of crowds, cops, even pictures of Kiden, taken from a distance. One picture, almost buried under a picture of Kid caught his eye however, and he pushed the covering picture away to stare in open mouthed awe at the image. "Where did this come from?"
Sonoko glanced up from sorting images, shrugging. "That? Came from a video from a news team before a heist. They were going to destroy it but we found some interesting shots on there."
Kaito reached out, gently taking the matted print from the wall, a pain in his chest as he stared at himself, smiling up at Kiden whose arm was around him and Saguru. Akako was holding Conan (who was blushing brightly), and Aoko was checking her watch, looking at her father across the path.
"I'll take this, and any other copies you have." Kaito said, setting the print on the table.
Sonoko nodded, pulling out three more copies, bagging them with the original. "On me, it's not a popular print, despite Hakuba-kun's appearance."
"Thank you kindly," Kaito whispered, gently brushing his fingers over the bag. "You don't know what this means to me."
"Hey, anything for a fellow Kid fan."
--
"Yes sir. I know it's been seven years sir. Yes sir, I am aware I was assigned to the Task Force for the Kaitou Kid case as a good will loan. Yes sir, I am aware I am still an officer with Scotland Yard and thus answer to my superiors in London. Yes sir. No sir. No sir, I cannot at this time re-locate my family to London. Yes sir, I am aware you have control over weither or not you fire me, but...yes sir." Saguru bit back a sigh as he listened to his boss in London as the man tried, as he had monthly for the past seven years, recall Saguru back to the country.
It wasn't that Saguru didn't miss London, he did, terribly, but his life was here in Japan now, with Kaito. And while he would have loved to go back to London, he only wanted to do so for a season, and not to work.
"I understand sir. Yes sir...no sir...no sir, no, Edward! I'm not moving my family back to London now or any other time! We have a life here in Japan, careers and family. We're happy here. I don't care if you want me back in England, my life is here. Fine, you do that.'
Saguru slammed down the phone and cursed, tempted to throw his paperweight across his office since he couldn't throw it at Edward himself. He looked up as someone cleared their throat in the doorway to his office and he nodded to Nakamori, allowing the man in.
"St. Claire still trying to drag you back?" the older officer asked, taking a seat across from Saguru's desk.
Saguru nodded, running a hand through his hair, trying to calm down. "As always."
"The officer still stands for you to join us," Nakamori offered, before handing Saguru a file. "New witness reports for the burglary.
Saguru took the file, smiling at his boss and friend. "Thanks, but there's still a part of me that enjoys working for Scotland Yard, Edward excluded."
Nakamori laughed at that, nodding. "The childish dreams of the past never really leave us, do they? Don't forget, dinner this weekend, Maria says she's finally got that recipe down."
Saguru had to laugh at that, quite used to Ginzo's new wife's attempts at cooking. Maria was a Spanish born woman who came to Japan by chance and never left. She had been trying, for years, to adapt her country's dishes with traditional Japanese cooking...usually with spectacular failures. "I'm sure Kaito is eager to try it."
--
It had started out as a lark. Mika, Jii and Kaito pooling their money together to open a gymnasium, a sort of...back up plan, in case Kaito's preforming career never took off. Once it had, and Rose was getting older, the gym was converted, part of it still dedicated to the students who studied there daily, with the rest adapted to more special needs students, a staff of fifty physical therapists working with the students to help them walk, run, or even just stand.
Every afternoon, the whole family showed up to help out, work in the offices, or just play on the equipment, depending on their mood. Kaito had long since bought out his parent's shares, but it truly was a family business.
"Ready, Rose?" Conan called and the young girl nodded, staring at the bar above her. Conan lifted his young cousin up so she could grasp the bar, before watching as Rose carefully pulled herself up, using her stomach muscles to lift her legs, before flipping around the bar.
Kaito glanced over from where he was working with two young girls on their back flips, smiling as he watched Rose raise herself into a handstand on the bar, before turning to flip the other direction. He turned back to his students, helping them as they flipped across the floor.
"Alright, dismount!" Conan called and Rose gave another flip around the bar before letting go. She landed, her twisted leg crumpled, causing her to stumble to her knees. Conan helped her up, smiling softly. "You did well."
Rose nodded, watching sadly as the girl's Kaito was spotting flipped in the air before taking a drink of her water, brushing off the feeling of disappointment. She had long ago knew she would not be able to do the things her brother and his students could do, and instead, she tried her hardest to master those she could. It still didn't stop the feelings of failure that sometimes crept up on her, but she never let herself dwell on them.
"That was very good Rose, you're getting better at that, but now we need to work on your walking." her physical therapist said, smiling as the seven-year-old groaned and fell back on the pad's, faking death.
Mika chuckled from where she was standing on the balance beam, wobbling slightly with her laughter. "Get up, Rose and do your therapy."
"Only if you do a handstand!" Rose called, bouncing back up to a sitting position.
Mika stuck out her tongue playfully before eying the beam nervously. It had been too long since she had done anything like this. She took a breath and lowered down, holding the beam with her hands as she kicked her feet up into the air, giving a slight yelp as her body wanted to lean against the side. She managed to re-gain her balance and held her body straight for a few seconds, before lowering her legs over her head, lifting back to a stand, almost missing as she went to straighten fully, held up on one end by Jii, who was smiling up at his wife.
Kaito applauded his mother, laughing as she made a rude gesture at him, before turning his attention back to his students.
Conan shook his head at Mika's balance beam act before yelping as Akako swatted his head from her place on the pommel horse, where she was sitting. He gave his girlfriend a grin, turning his focus to Rose who he was supposed to be assisting.
--
"Kuroba-san, turn a little to your left, please."
Kaito shifted to his left a bit, putting his back more against Saguru's arm, resisting the urge to make a face as the photographer snapped another picture. When he had agreed to the photo shoot, finding it the lesser of two evils as the press kept camping out on his doorstep to get pictures of him, Saguru or Conan, but he had forgotten how much hassle it was, inviting someone into their lives for a day.
"Conan-kun, shift over a bit behind Akako."
Kaito moved to allow Conan behind Akako, almost tripping over his new floor length tuxedo jacket, not used to the extra fabric yet. Another flash went off, nearly blinding the foursome. Kaito relaxed as the photographer went to re-load, burning off some nervous energy as he started making a rose appear and disappear between his fingers. He smiled, tilting his head up to received a kiss from Saguru, groaning as the photographer bounced back over, ready for more.
The group ended up pleased with the shots, Kaito enjoying the outdoor ones with the whole group and Rose, who had appeared mid shoot, much to the photographer's joy, while Saguru liked the serious ones more. Conan was just happy with any photograph that featured Akako and himself, and Akako favored the one of Kaito leaning against his father's portrait.
All in all, it was a good set, and enough that each magazine bidding would be happy with their share of exclusive photographs and would give the group a break...at least until the next time they made the news.
--
The Cat's Playpen was a low key sort of place, where you could get both a drink and your heart's desire for the right price. The owner, a little spit fire of a Russian woman (who was old enough to remember when Czar's ruled her country), was the sort you had always wished you had for a grandmother.
Provided you didn't mind your grandmother running a whore house and dabbling in the drug and gambling trades. Bohdana was the one to go to when you needed something in this part of Tokyo, the matriarch of the whole neighborhood. She could provide anything, for the right amount of yen.
Everything that was, except for her bartender, a mysterious young blond girl who smiled generously and flirted outrageously, but never did anything more then poor a drink, no matter the offer.
Said blond was currently leaning over the bar, waiting for the rush of salerymen getting off work and students out of school. It was rather boring, during the day, with nothing to do but stare at a wall or occasionally serve one of the few regulars who came in during 'off hours'.
"Mail!" Bohdana called, slapping a stack of mail on the bar before shuffling off with her cane, the only real reminder that she was passing her century mark.
The blond smiled as she gathered her mail from where the woman had set it, flipping through the few bills and letters before letting out a squeal, opening the magazine and flipping pages quickly until landing on the feature she was looking for, staring down at the grinning faces. A painted nail slowly traced over the smiling face of Kuroba Kaito, before drifting over to the man next to him, curling slightly, as if to capture a stray strand of hair from the detective's head.
"Another set I see."
She looked up as Bohdana took a seat at the bar, the elderly woman reaching across to grab a bottle of vodka and a glass, gesturing to the magazine with the bottle.
"You shouldn't dwell on fantasies, Kidoko. Every month you stare at those pictures until the edges are worn away and then you get another. This is your life, not what could have been."
The blond woman sighed, brushing her thumb over the face of Conan. "Maybe, but it's still nice to dream." she said, closing the magazine and hiding it under the bar as the doors opened. "Besides, it's nice to see how much they changed."
Bohdana snorted, downing her shot of vodka. "You speak as if you know them. Mark my words, child. Dreams will only hurt you in the end, just as they did my Anna."
Kidoko reached out, gently touching the woman's hand. "Anna's death was a tragedy, grandmother. I promise, I won't end up like her."
Bohdana patted Kidoko's hand before moving away from the bar to greet her guests. Kidoko took one last look at the magazine before heading to greet the guests, flirting with the men as she poured their requests.
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: PG (chapter)/NC-17 (full story)
Characters/Pairings: Kuroba Kaito/Hakuba Saguru, Edogowa Conan/Koizumi Akako, Kuroba Mika (Kaito's mother)/Jii, Nakamori Aoko/Male OC, Nakamori Ginzo/Female OC (Maria), Kuroba Rose (Kaito's little sister), Female OC (Bohdana).
Summary: It's been seven years, since the death of Kaitou Kid, but there is still one thing out there, Kaito and Kiden left un-finished.
WARNINGS: Sex, death, illness, MAGIC, slight religious content later.
Notes: I warned you once of magic and belief, and now I'm here to warn again.
Within these walls reality stops, magic takes root and changes the history of men.
We venture further then we did before,
so if you're willing...open the door.
Chapter One: Conjour's Masquerade
“Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.” - Carl Bard
It had been seven long years, since Kaitou Kid had perished in the explosion that had occurred the same night Kuroba Rose was born. While Rose had never known the shadow of Kaitou Kid, nor the man once named Edogowa Kiden, she was still a huge fan, feeding off her brother and cousin.
Which was why, on a fine afternoon, the threesome were on their way to the seventh annual Kaitou Kid convention. A day to celebrate and morn the fallen thief.
"How much longer?" Rose asked, tugging on her brother's hand, her other supporting her walking cane that helped her move.
"We're almost there, Rose." Conan said from next to his cousin, smiling softly. It was still hard for the now fourteen-year-old to imagine how much Rose had grown, even though he had been there the whole way.
"But I want to be there now ," Rose said, pulling away from her brother in an effort to move faster, wobbling slightly as her balance adjusted to the change before managing to get her twisted leg to move in unison with her cane. She turned as best she could without falling, grinning back at the pair. "Come on!"
The threesome finally made it to the convention hall, bowing to the doorman before slipping inside. They paused for a moment, simply staring at the sheer...Kidness that surrounded them. "Wow," Rose said, before hobbling off, eager to see everything.
"Rose, stay close!" Kaito yelled after her, smiling as he watched his sister dive headlong into the fandom that was his lover and twin.
"It still hurts, but this..makes it easier." Conan said softly, glancing at all the happy faces.
Kaito smiled and reached out, gently taking Conan's hand and giving it a squeeze before releasing him and heading towards the real reason he had appeared at something that reminded him, everywhere, of Kiden.
"Kuroba-kun!"
Kaito smiled, leaning on the small table, careful of the large glossy prints. "Suzuki-chan, surprising to see you here." he teased, grinning at the girl.
"Ch, says you. What are you looking for this year, more close-ups?"
"Hmm, not sure yet...what do you have new?"
"That wall over there is all new prints, mostly from old fan footage or news clips that were never aired."
Kaito nodded, moving over to the wall she indicated, examining the large photos of crowds, cops, even pictures of Kiden, taken from a distance. One picture, almost buried under a picture of Kid caught his eye however, and he pushed the covering picture away to stare in open mouthed awe at the image. "Where did this come from?"
Sonoko glanced up from sorting images, shrugging. "That? Came from a video from a news team before a heist. They were going to destroy it but we found some interesting shots on there."
Kaito reached out, gently taking the matted print from the wall, a pain in his chest as he stared at himself, smiling up at Kiden whose arm was around him and Saguru. Akako was holding Conan (who was blushing brightly), and Aoko was checking her watch, looking at her father across the path.
"I'll take this, and any other copies you have." Kaito said, setting the print on the table.
Sonoko nodded, pulling out three more copies, bagging them with the original. "On me, it's not a popular print, despite Hakuba-kun's appearance."
"Thank you kindly," Kaito whispered, gently brushing his fingers over the bag. "You don't know what this means to me."
"Hey, anything for a fellow Kid fan."
--
"Yes sir. I know it's been seven years sir. Yes sir, I am aware I was assigned to the Task Force for the Kaitou Kid case as a good will loan. Yes sir, I am aware I am still an officer with Scotland Yard and thus answer to my superiors in London. Yes sir. No sir. No sir, I cannot at this time re-locate my family to London. Yes sir, I am aware you have control over weither or not you fire me, but...yes sir." Saguru bit back a sigh as he listened to his boss in London as the man tried, as he had monthly for the past seven years, recall Saguru back to the country.
It wasn't that Saguru didn't miss London, he did, terribly, but his life was here in Japan now, with Kaito. And while he would have loved to go back to London, he only wanted to do so for a season, and not to work.
"I understand sir. Yes sir...no sir...no sir, no, Edward! I'm not moving my family back to London now or any other time! We have a life here in Japan, careers and family. We're happy here. I don't care if you want me back in England, my life is here. Fine, you do that.'
Saguru slammed down the phone and cursed, tempted to throw his paperweight across his office since he couldn't throw it at Edward himself. He looked up as someone cleared their throat in the doorway to his office and he nodded to Nakamori, allowing the man in.
"St. Claire still trying to drag you back?" the older officer asked, taking a seat across from Saguru's desk.
Saguru nodded, running a hand through his hair, trying to calm down. "As always."
"The officer still stands for you to join us," Nakamori offered, before handing Saguru a file. "New witness reports for the burglary.
Saguru took the file, smiling at his boss and friend. "Thanks, but there's still a part of me that enjoys working for Scotland Yard, Edward excluded."
Nakamori laughed at that, nodding. "The childish dreams of the past never really leave us, do they? Don't forget, dinner this weekend, Maria says she's finally got that recipe down."
Saguru had to laugh at that, quite used to Ginzo's new wife's attempts at cooking. Maria was a Spanish born woman who came to Japan by chance and never left. She had been trying, for years, to adapt her country's dishes with traditional Japanese cooking...usually with spectacular failures. "I'm sure Kaito is eager to try it."
--
It had started out as a lark. Mika, Jii and Kaito pooling their money together to open a gymnasium, a sort of...back up plan, in case Kaito's preforming career never took off. Once it had, and Rose was getting older, the gym was converted, part of it still dedicated to the students who studied there daily, with the rest adapted to more special needs students, a staff of fifty physical therapists working with the students to help them walk, run, or even just stand.
Every afternoon, the whole family showed up to help out, work in the offices, or just play on the equipment, depending on their mood. Kaito had long since bought out his parent's shares, but it truly was a family business.
"Ready, Rose?" Conan called and the young girl nodded, staring at the bar above her. Conan lifted his young cousin up so she could grasp the bar, before watching as Rose carefully pulled herself up, using her stomach muscles to lift her legs, before flipping around the bar.
Kaito glanced over from where he was working with two young girls on their back flips, smiling as he watched Rose raise herself into a handstand on the bar, before turning to flip the other direction. He turned back to his students, helping them as they flipped across the floor.
"Alright, dismount!" Conan called and Rose gave another flip around the bar before letting go. She landed, her twisted leg crumpled, causing her to stumble to her knees. Conan helped her up, smiling softly. "You did well."
Rose nodded, watching sadly as the girl's Kaito was spotting flipped in the air before taking a drink of her water, brushing off the feeling of disappointment. She had long ago knew she would not be able to do the things her brother and his students could do, and instead, she tried her hardest to master those she could. It still didn't stop the feelings of failure that sometimes crept up on her, but she never let herself dwell on them.
"That was very good Rose, you're getting better at that, but now we need to work on your walking." her physical therapist said, smiling as the seven-year-old groaned and fell back on the pad's, faking death.
Mika chuckled from where she was standing on the balance beam, wobbling slightly with her laughter. "Get up, Rose and do your therapy."
"Only if you do a handstand!" Rose called, bouncing back up to a sitting position.
Mika stuck out her tongue playfully before eying the beam nervously. It had been too long since she had done anything like this. She took a breath and lowered down, holding the beam with her hands as she kicked her feet up into the air, giving a slight yelp as her body wanted to lean against the side. She managed to re-gain her balance and held her body straight for a few seconds, before lowering her legs over her head, lifting back to a stand, almost missing as she went to straighten fully, held up on one end by Jii, who was smiling up at his wife.
Kaito applauded his mother, laughing as she made a rude gesture at him, before turning his attention back to his students.
Conan shook his head at Mika's balance beam act before yelping as Akako swatted his head from her place on the pommel horse, where she was sitting. He gave his girlfriend a grin, turning his focus to Rose who he was supposed to be assisting.
--
"Kuroba-san, turn a little to your left, please."
Kaito shifted to his left a bit, putting his back more against Saguru's arm, resisting the urge to make a face as the photographer snapped another picture. When he had agreed to the photo shoot, finding it the lesser of two evils as the press kept camping out on his doorstep to get pictures of him, Saguru or Conan, but he had forgotten how much hassle it was, inviting someone into their lives for a day.
"Conan-kun, shift over a bit behind Akako."
Kaito moved to allow Conan behind Akako, almost tripping over his new floor length tuxedo jacket, not used to the extra fabric yet. Another flash went off, nearly blinding the foursome. Kaito relaxed as the photographer went to re-load, burning off some nervous energy as he started making a rose appear and disappear between his fingers. He smiled, tilting his head up to received a kiss from Saguru, groaning as the photographer bounced back over, ready for more.
The group ended up pleased with the shots, Kaito enjoying the outdoor ones with the whole group and Rose, who had appeared mid shoot, much to the photographer's joy, while Saguru liked the serious ones more. Conan was just happy with any photograph that featured Akako and himself, and Akako favored the one of Kaito leaning against his father's portrait.
All in all, it was a good set, and enough that each magazine bidding would be happy with their share of exclusive photographs and would give the group a break...at least until the next time they made the news.
--
The Cat's Playpen was a low key sort of place, where you could get both a drink and your heart's desire for the right price. The owner, a little spit fire of a Russian woman (who was old enough to remember when Czar's ruled her country), was the sort you had always wished you had for a grandmother.
Provided you didn't mind your grandmother running a whore house and dabbling in the drug and gambling trades. Bohdana was the one to go to when you needed something in this part of Tokyo, the matriarch of the whole neighborhood. She could provide anything, for the right amount of yen.
Everything that was, except for her bartender, a mysterious young blond girl who smiled generously and flirted outrageously, but never did anything more then poor a drink, no matter the offer.
Said blond was currently leaning over the bar, waiting for the rush of salerymen getting off work and students out of school. It was rather boring, during the day, with nothing to do but stare at a wall or occasionally serve one of the few regulars who came in during 'off hours'.
"Mail!" Bohdana called, slapping a stack of mail on the bar before shuffling off with her cane, the only real reminder that she was passing her century mark.
The blond smiled as she gathered her mail from where the woman had set it, flipping through the few bills and letters before letting out a squeal, opening the magazine and flipping pages quickly until landing on the feature she was looking for, staring down at the grinning faces. A painted nail slowly traced over the smiling face of Kuroba Kaito, before drifting over to the man next to him, curling slightly, as if to capture a stray strand of hair from the detective's head.
"Another set I see."
She looked up as Bohdana took a seat at the bar, the elderly woman reaching across to grab a bottle of vodka and a glass, gesturing to the magazine with the bottle.
"You shouldn't dwell on fantasies, Kidoko. Every month you stare at those pictures until the edges are worn away and then you get another. This is your life, not what could have been."
The blond woman sighed, brushing her thumb over the face of Conan. "Maybe, but it's still nice to dream." she said, closing the magazine and hiding it under the bar as the doors opened. "Besides, it's nice to see how much they changed."
Bohdana snorted, downing her shot of vodka. "You speak as if you know them. Mark my words, child. Dreams will only hurt you in the end, just as they did my Anna."
Kidoko reached out, gently touching the woman's hand. "Anna's death was a tragedy, grandmother. I promise, I won't end up like her."
Bohdana patted Kidoko's hand before moving away from the bar to greet her guests. Kidoko took one last look at the magazine before heading to greet the guests, flirting with the men as she poured their requests.