Happy Holidays
Author: peppymint
Title: Nutcracker
Series: Facets of a Gem #94
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one
For: Girl on the Computer
Prompt: Kid undercover as a ballerina.
Inspector Nakamori scowled, glaring briefly at the non-smoking sign before returning his gaze to the stage. Specifically, the necklace hanging around Clara's neck. There was no way to tell if it was real. For all he knew Kid could have stolen it already. The only indication he hadn't was that it wasn't the phantom thief's style. The Kaitou absolutely had to make a huge production out of anything and everything he did.
Something Ginzo was privately grateful for even if he would never, ever say so aloud. If Kid had chosen to become a tradition thief instead of a kaitou he probably would have bankrupted Japan within the year, due to insurance claims if nothing else. The inspector grimaced at the thought before turning his mind back to the job.
That necklace was worth more than he made in an entire year. Glass and paste would have worked just as well; no one would have been able to tell from this distance. But no, they had to use diamonds. Nakamori snorted in disgust. Actors.
The head of the Kaitou Kid Taskforce hated heists like this. Hated them. Museums and private collection were bad enough, full of all sorts of little holes a determined and intelligent criminal could exploit. A place like this though, well it was practically an engraved invitation to for the magician thief to come out and play.
It didn't help that the director had forbidden Nakamori's men to check for disguises, something about ruining the dancers' makeup. The inspector would have protested more if he hadn't been sure it was a lost cause. In addition to the dancers themselves there were also the extras, technicians, stage hands, artists, and a slew of others, any one of whom could be Kid. And that wasn't even counting his officers and the audience.
Nakamori swore under his breath, ignoring the dirty looks several people shot his way. The goddam thief probably wasn't even wearing a mask. Under these circumstances Kid didn't need one. It wasn't as though anyone actually knew what he looked like.
“Inspector,” an urgent hiss caught his attention.
Ginzo turned to see one of his men leading a slender young woman towards him. She was dressed in a thick black coat over what was clearly a ballerina’s costume.
“She says she is one of the snowflakes,” the officer said quietly reaching his superior’s side.
For a moment Nakamori just stared, then he turned his attention back to the stage where two dozen near identical figures twirled like, well like a bunch of snowflakes in winter. Their leotards were cut low, revealing an expanse of pale skin above their breasts, arms bare. Silvery white tutu's furled around slender legs.
The inspector cursed. Now what was he supposed to do? He couldn't order his men to capture them all. In between his second rant of the hour, Nakamori redeployed his men, edging closer to the stage and ending the tirade with “that thrice-cursed sugar plum fairy.”
Pretending not to hear his subordinate's muffled laughter., only to come to an abrupt stop a good thirty feet from his target, causing the officer to run into his back. Nakamori stared wide-eyed as the dancers lifted their legs in unison, a move that under any other circumstances would have been, quite frankly, indecent. His brow twitched. That fragging thief, had he no shame?
The answer of course, was no.
Title: Nutcracker
Series: Facets of a Gem #94
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one
For: Girl on the Computer
Prompt: Kid undercover as a ballerina.
Inspector Nakamori scowled, glaring briefly at the non-smoking sign before returning his gaze to the stage. Specifically, the necklace hanging around Clara's neck. There was no way to tell if it was real. For all he knew Kid could have stolen it already. The only indication he hadn't was that it wasn't the phantom thief's style. The Kaitou absolutely had to make a huge production out of anything and everything he did.
Something Ginzo was privately grateful for even if he would never, ever say so aloud. If Kid had chosen to become a tradition thief instead of a kaitou he probably would have bankrupted Japan within the year, due to insurance claims if nothing else. The inspector grimaced at the thought before turning his mind back to the job.
That necklace was worth more than he made in an entire year. Glass and paste would have worked just as well; no one would have been able to tell from this distance. But no, they had to use diamonds. Nakamori snorted in disgust. Actors.
The head of the Kaitou Kid Taskforce hated heists like this. Hated them. Museums and private collection were bad enough, full of all sorts of little holes a determined and intelligent criminal could exploit. A place like this though, well it was practically an engraved invitation to for the magician thief to come out and play.
It didn't help that the director had forbidden Nakamori's men to check for disguises, something about ruining the dancers' makeup. The inspector would have protested more if he hadn't been sure it was a lost cause. In addition to the dancers themselves there were also the extras, technicians, stage hands, artists, and a slew of others, any one of whom could be Kid. And that wasn't even counting his officers and the audience.
Nakamori swore under his breath, ignoring the dirty looks several people shot his way. The goddam thief probably wasn't even wearing a mask. Under these circumstances Kid didn't need one. It wasn't as though anyone actually knew what he looked like.
“Inspector,” an urgent hiss caught his attention.
Ginzo turned to see one of his men leading a slender young woman towards him. She was dressed in a thick black coat over what was clearly a ballerina’s costume.
“She says she is one of the snowflakes,” the officer said quietly reaching his superior’s side.
For a moment Nakamori just stared, then he turned his attention back to the stage where two dozen near identical figures twirled like, well like a bunch of snowflakes in winter. Their leotards were cut low, revealing an expanse of pale skin above their breasts, arms bare. Silvery white tutu's furled around slender legs.
The inspector cursed. Now what was he supposed to do? He couldn't order his men to capture them all. In between his second rant of the hour, Nakamori redeployed his men, edging closer to the stage and ending the tirade with “that thrice-cursed sugar plum fairy.”
Pretending not to hear his subordinate's muffled laughter., only to come to an abrupt stop a good thirty feet from his target, causing the officer to run into his back. Nakamori stared wide-eyed as the dancers lifted their legs in unison, a move that under any other circumstances would have been, quite frankly, indecent. His brow twitched. That fragging thief, had he no shame?
The answer of course, was no.