Second Tactic
Title: Pursuit
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Characters: Nakamouri Ginzou
Pairing: none
Rating: T
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Warnings: none
Author’s Note: Hmm…
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: He only wanted to understand, but he never thought it’d become something so complicated.
“A portion of mankind take pride in their vices and pursue their purpose; many more waver between doing what is right and complying with what is wrong.”
-Horace
Second Tactic
Pursuit
Ginzo is someone who knows what he’s doing. He might not always be able to predict what his enticer will do, but he knows what he’s doing.
He knows the rules by heart, and he follows them along with the damnable thief, being led through mazes to the traps like a mouse to cheese.
No one gets hurt.
And property damage will stand at a minimum.
Don’t shoot him, and he won’t shoot back.
Don’t attack him, and he won’t attack back.
No one knows better than Nakamouri Ginzo that you don’t want to be shot at by the infamous Kaitou KID. No one would believe what those cards could do before experiencing them firsthand. And you don’t want him to attack, either. You just might end up with some part of you discolored for weeks.
Nakamouri-keibu pursues as Kaitou runs away, setting flamboyant traps to delay his capture.
He doesn’t know why the thief does what he does, and he has never succeeded, but he always swears that he will someday.
He knows Poker Face.
It’s a smile-always a smile, and it annoys him so. Perhaps that’s why Kaitou does it. Ginzo is sure that the thief has other Poker Faces, that, no matter what kind of expression he has on, it’s always a Poker Face.
He despises Kaitou KID, but he doesn’t hate him. He despises him for taking him away from his daughter, for having a heist on her birthday, even if he wasn’t the one to initiate it, and for being a criminal in general. But he doesn’t hate him. He can’t, not yet.
He doesn’t know who KID is, and he doesn’t know why KID does what he does, so he can’t hate Kaitou KID just yet. He can despise all he wants, but not hate, not yet.
And…
He knows Poker Face.
That is not Poker Face.
As Nakamouri Ginzo-keibu watches, for once, instead of chasing, he sees Kaitou KID looking at the jewel he’d just stolen minutes before. He realized that the thief had done that with every jewel he’d stolen. But, instead of the usual Poker Face, Ginzo sees an expression of amazement. And it wasn’t just the fact that he no longer had his Poker Face on that none of the Task Force was trying to capture him with the infamous attack known as Doggie-Pile-on-the-Bandit-it has always been an exception to the not attacking Kaitou KID rule; such a thing is fair game, so the thief only dodges instead of attacking back.
No, instead of anyone moving, they all gaze at the mysterious, red, glowing light that is emitting from the jewel in the moonlight, including the white clad thief. It was almost… hypnotizing. His gaping became a genuine smirk of triumph, but he didn’t move, not even when a bullet whizzed past him, barely missing, and hit the floor.
A few more bullets came, some grazing the white silk cloth and pale skin of the thief as Nakamouri-keibu shouted orders to arrest the shooters, and the Kaitou KID Task Force scrambled away while a few, including Hakuba Saguru, stayed put next to the inspector.
Suddenly, KID moved. He twisted around and took one step in a fluid motion before halting completely, and his wide genuine smirk dropped into…
Poker Face.
That is Poker Face.
Why KID suddenly had Poker Face escaped everyone present, especially why it was a Poker Face that, for once, wasn’t a taunting smirk… That is, until they all realized that the thief was looking at something-someone beyond them, and they all turned around.
There was a man with the ugliest face, wearing a broad black suit and hat to fit his broad body structure, and, behind him, were a few of his obviously skinny lackeys, dressed in a similar manner, and he had the most sickening grin as he held the inspector’s daughter by the hair with a gun to her head.
“Snake.”
The sickening grin grew. “Kuroba Toichi.”
Everyone gasped, or, at least, stopped breathing for quite some moments, and, even when everyone was able to breathe again, it was shallow, deep breaths.
The Poker Face must have dropped in the intensity of the situation, as KID’s face was suddenly overshadowed.
Then, the thief’s true voice rang out, loud and clear, yet colder and more callous and more terrifying than anyone would have though possible. “Let her go.”
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Characters: Nakamouri Ginzou
Pairing: none
Rating: T
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Warnings: none
Author’s Note: Hmm…
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: He only wanted to understand, but he never thought it’d become something so complicated.
“A portion of mankind take pride in their vices and pursue their purpose; many more waver between doing what is right and complying with what is wrong.”
-Horace
Second Tactic
Pursuit
Ginzo is someone who knows what he’s doing. He might not always be able to predict what his enticer will do, but he knows what he’s doing.
He knows the rules by heart, and he follows them along with the damnable thief, being led through mazes to the traps like a mouse to cheese.
No one gets hurt.
And property damage will stand at a minimum.
Don’t shoot him, and he won’t shoot back.
Don’t attack him, and he won’t attack back.
No one knows better than Nakamouri Ginzo that you don’t want to be shot at by the infamous Kaitou KID. No one would believe what those cards could do before experiencing them firsthand. And you don’t want him to attack, either. You just might end up with some part of you discolored for weeks.
Nakamouri-keibu pursues as Kaitou runs away, setting flamboyant traps to delay his capture.
He doesn’t know why the thief does what he does, and he has never succeeded, but he always swears that he will someday.
He knows Poker Face.
It’s a smile-always a smile, and it annoys him so. Perhaps that’s why Kaitou does it. Ginzo is sure that the thief has other Poker Faces, that, no matter what kind of expression he has on, it’s always a Poker Face.
He despises Kaitou KID, but he doesn’t hate him. He despises him for taking him away from his daughter, for having a heist on her birthday, even if he wasn’t the one to initiate it, and for being a criminal in general. But he doesn’t hate him. He can’t, not yet.
He doesn’t know who KID is, and he doesn’t know why KID does what he does, so he can’t hate Kaitou KID just yet. He can despise all he wants, but not hate, not yet.
And…
He knows Poker Face.
That is not Poker Face.
As Nakamouri Ginzo-keibu watches, for once, instead of chasing, he sees Kaitou KID looking at the jewel he’d just stolen minutes before. He realized that the thief had done that with every jewel he’d stolen. But, instead of the usual Poker Face, Ginzo sees an expression of amazement. And it wasn’t just the fact that he no longer had his Poker Face on that none of the Task Force was trying to capture him with the infamous attack known as Doggie-Pile-on-the-Bandit-it has always been an exception to the not attacking Kaitou KID rule; such a thing is fair game, so the thief only dodges instead of attacking back.
No, instead of anyone moving, they all gaze at the mysterious, red, glowing light that is emitting from the jewel in the moonlight, including the white clad thief. It was almost… hypnotizing. His gaping became a genuine smirk of triumph, but he didn’t move, not even when a bullet whizzed past him, barely missing, and hit the floor.
A few more bullets came, some grazing the white silk cloth and pale skin of the thief as Nakamouri-keibu shouted orders to arrest the shooters, and the Kaitou KID Task Force scrambled away while a few, including Hakuba Saguru, stayed put next to the inspector.
Suddenly, KID moved. He twisted around and took one step in a fluid motion before halting completely, and his wide genuine smirk dropped into…
Poker Face.
That is Poker Face.
Why KID suddenly had Poker Face escaped everyone present, especially why it was a Poker Face that, for once, wasn’t a taunting smirk… That is, until they all realized that the thief was looking at something-someone beyond them, and they all turned around.
There was a man with the ugliest face, wearing a broad black suit and hat to fit his broad body structure, and, behind him, were a few of his obviously skinny lackeys, dressed in a similar manner, and he had the most sickening grin as he held the inspector’s daughter by the hair with a gun to her head.
“Snake.”
The sickening grin grew. “Kuroba Toichi.”
Everyone gasped, or, at least, stopped breathing for quite some moments, and, even when everyone was able to breathe again, it was shallow, deep breaths.
The Poker Face must have dropped in the intensity of the situation, as KID’s face was suddenly overshadowed.
Then, the thief’s true voice rang out, loud and clear, yet colder and more callous and more terrifying than anyone would have though possible. “Let her go.”