Third Tactic
Title: Cascade
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Characters: Hakuba Saguru
Pairing: slight Kaito/Aoko
Rating: T
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Warnings: none
Author’s Note: Hmm…
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: What point was there if she wasn’t safe?
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”
-Confucius
Third Tactic
Cascade
There were several positive points to wearing white.
Everyone looking for him would subconsciously search for white, so he could move undetected while wrapped in black.
It made him flamboyant-more so than if he was to wear black. A kaitou may be a phantom, but that doesn’t mean he goes unseen. He could move completely in the shadows completely undiscovered if he wanted, but then what would be the point of sending a note?
Most of all, it separated him from the crows. Doves were white. Crows were black. And the crows were the dangerous ones, killing without remorse or mercy.
He didn’t particularly give much thought to anything anymore because it only made him feel guiltier, even though he knew that he was a good person.
“Let her go,” he repeated the same as before-maybe even with a little more malice. If something happened to anyone, what would’ve been the point of keeping this entire thing a secret? If she got hurt, what would it have mattered if he had told her sooner and put her in danger just a little bit earlier? It may have even given her a chance to know what she was up against. Or maybe she wouldn’t forgive him and wouldn’t have come to the heist. She would’ve kept it a secret and simply kept her distance from him, and they would grow apart, her uncaring what happened to him, him watching over her and destroying himself because there was nothing he could do. Or maybe she would’ve told her father who he was, and he’d have to move, go into hiding, and not even bother with having a citizen life. And they would grow apart, her completely forgetting about him, him watching over her and destroying himself because there was nothing he could do. If he had told her, she wouldn’t be in danger right now. She would safe.
Now, she's not. And it’s his fault.
“Hand over Pandora,” the ugly man responded with a sneer unknowing of the true identity hiding behind the monocle.
Kaitou stood still. He wasn’t hesitating. Oh, no. He would not delay her safety for anything. But he wanted to do this in a way that she was sure to be safe, whether he was or not. If he handed over the jewel, he’ll have to go after them when he is sure that no one will be harmed. He is going to protect them and he is going to fulfill his mission.
Saguru knows this. He’s the only one who is sure of what is going through the thief’s mind at this moment as everyone stands, waiting and watching, fully aware that no one else is able to do anything.
Ginzo anticipates anxiously and helplessly as his daughter, who had only come to bring him some dinner, was held against her will by an invigorating man, and a pang of hatred came as he realized that she was only a random hostage, meant to intimidate Kaitou KID. That pang left as soon as it came though, simply due to the fact that said kaitou was the only person present that was able to save her life, so, instead, the hatred was pulled back, mixed with the hatred of his comrades, and directed toward the ugly man in black. He stressfully noted that the animosity of him and his comrades combined did not come even close to equaling the hostility of the white clad criminal who he’d chased for twenty years, and everyone knew it; they could feel it.
But, how in world is his best friend still alive? And how did he stay hidden for the past ten years? The inspector dutifully doubted that this is the same magician who he had befriended in his college years.
“For her safety?” KID asked finally.
“That’s right. For her safety.”
Kaitou stood still for a while longer before reaching toward his heart, pulling out the jewel that no longer shined in the shadows from his pocket, and he threw the jewel high in the air, allowing it to bounce softly against the ceiling before falling down right in front of the black suited man. His hold on the girl loosened in that moment, and KID took the chance to extract her from the man's grasp and into his own, carefully shielding her with his body as he pointed his gun towards the ugly, invigorating man who suddenly wasn’t so invigorating.
“This! This isn’t it!” he hissed, suddenly enraged, pointing his own gun in a similar manner. “Where is Pandora?!” It was nothing more than a fake red jewel, as the thief had learned to make many of them. It appeared barely similar to the magical jewel that had the ability to bestow immortality, but it had done its job to distract the man called snake.
The shining of the blood red jewel once again erupted, this time from where it lay on the ground, but soon, the shine was dulled as the phantom, still clutching Nakamouri Aoko behind him, placed his foot above it.
At least, it was known to be a jewel. It was supposed to be one. A jewel. A gemstone. A rock, even. Apparently, it wasn’t, because no type of jewel or gemstone or rock would break so easily. He treated it like an insect, a filthy pest that had invaded his home, and he had no qualms about stepping on it and twisting his foot back and forth in order to effectively squish it, not minding that its insides spilled across the floor and soaked in, and he looked up with a sadistic smirk on face, one of triumph, but also one that stated that he would have rather been given the chance to torture it before its death.
But the damned thing shouldn’t have even been destroyed! It simply broke down in a puddle of water, as if that water had somehow been frozen into the shape of a priceless jewel, and somehow mistaken as one, never melting for the millions of years that it’s existed. Instead, it collapsed with the slightest amount of pressure, and how it had survived as long as it must have escaped the minds of all present, but no one really paid much attention to that aspect of it.
Everyone observed in some sort of intensity-some in awe, others in horror. The ice-like jewel itself was only that, though no one knew what it was really made of. The piece inside of it was what had made the red shine, but, that too, had collapsed, leaving a red spot of liquid not unlike blood that had begun to swirl with the clear fluid and affected mildly by the drops dripping from the white shoe.
“Why‽” the man screamed, close to becoming delusional. “Why‽ We could’ve given you anything you wanted! You could’ve done whatever you wished and no one would be able to touch you! Instead you go against us! Why‽”
“’Why’, you ask?” KID reached his thumb up to ready the gun. Hearing a satisfying click, he continued darkly and coldly, and suddenly the temperature in the large room seemed to have dropped. “Because you murdered my father!”
As realization dawned on the ugly man’s face, Kaito pulled the trigger, feeling a familiar vibration through his arm, but this time, it seemed so much more gratifying, and the satiating boom as a metal card flew from the silver gun and into the black one pointed toward him, breaking it apart into irreparable pieces sounded throughout the room and into the halls and perhaps, even heard above and below on other floors.
Several new black guns aimed in his direction, and he instinctively spun around to wrap his arms around a confused Aoko, but he was unable to avoid the bullets that pierced into him and had enough force to push them both into the flimsy window that shattered under their weight and sent them cascading…
A/N:
I laughed so hard as I destroyed Pandora. I saw my cousin chasing a cockroach, and then he squished it, so I just described what I saw.
‽ - It’s called an interrobang. And it is awesome.
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Characters: Hakuba Saguru
Pairing: slight Kaito/Aoko
Rating: T
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Warnings: none
Author’s Note: Hmm…
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to their respective copyright holders.
Summary: What point was there if she wasn’t safe?
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”
-Confucius
Third Tactic
Cascade
There were several positive points to wearing white.
Everyone looking for him would subconsciously search for white, so he could move undetected while wrapped in black.
It made him flamboyant-more so than if he was to wear black. A kaitou may be a phantom, but that doesn’t mean he goes unseen. He could move completely in the shadows completely undiscovered if he wanted, but then what would be the point of sending a note?
Most of all, it separated him from the crows. Doves were white. Crows were black. And the crows were the dangerous ones, killing without remorse or mercy.
He didn’t particularly give much thought to anything anymore because it only made him feel guiltier, even though he knew that he was a good person.
“Let her go,” he repeated the same as before-maybe even with a little more malice. If something happened to anyone, what would’ve been the point of keeping this entire thing a secret? If she got hurt, what would it have mattered if he had told her sooner and put her in danger just a little bit earlier? It may have even given her a chance to know what she was up against. Or maybe she wouldn’t forgive him and wouldn’t have come to the heist. She would’ve kept it a secret and simply kept her distance from him, and they would grow apart, her uncaring what happened to him, him watching over her and destroying himself because there was nothing he could do. Or maybe she would’ve told her father who he was, and he’d have to move, go into hiding, and not even bother with having a citizen life. And they would grow apart, her completely forgetting about him, him watching over her and destroying himself because there was nothing he could do. If he had told her, she wouldn’t be in danger right now. She would safe.
Now, she's not. And it’s his fault.
“Hand over Pandora,” the ugly man responded with a sneer unknowing of the true identity hiding behind the monocle.
Kaitou stood still. He wasn’t hesitating. Oh, no. He would not delay her safety for anything. But he wanted to do this in a way that she was sure to be safe, whether he was or not. If he handed over the jewel, he’ll have to go after them when he is sure that no one will be harmed. He is going to protect them and he is going to fulfill his mission.
Saguru knows this. He’s the only one who is sure of what is going through the thief’s mind at this moment as everyone stands, waiting and watching, fully aware that no one else is able to do anything.
Ginzo anticipates anxiously and helplessly as his daughter, who had only come to bring him some dinner, was held against her will by an invigorating man, and a pang of hatred came as he realized that she was only a random hostage, meant to intimidate Kaitou KID. That pang left as soon as it came though, simply due to the fact that said kaitou was the only person present that was able to save her life, so, instead, the hatred was pulled back, mixed with the hatred of his comrades, and directed toward the ugly man in black. He stressfully noted that the animosity of him and his comrades combined did not come even close to equaling the hostility of the white clad criminal who he’d chased for twenty years, and everyone knew it; they could feel it.
But, how in world is his best friend still alive? And how did he stay hidden for the past ten years? The inspector dutifully doubted that this is the same magician who he had befriended in his college years.
“For her safety?” KID asked finally.
“That’s right. For her safety.”
Kaitou stood still for a while longer before reaching toward his heart, pulling out the jewel that no longer shined in the shadows from his pocket, and he threw the jewel high in the air, allowing it to bounce softly against the ceiling before falling down right in front of the black suited man. His hold on the girl loosened in that moment, and KID took the chance to extract her from the man's grasp and into his own, carefully shielding her with his body as he pointed his gun towards the ugly, invigorating man who suddenly wasn’t so invigorating.
“This! This isn’t it!” he hissed, suddenly enraged, pointing his own gun in a similar manner. “Where is Pandora?!” It was nothing more than a fake red jewel, as the thief had learned to make many of them. It appeared barely similar to the magical jewel that had the ability to bestow immortality, but it had done its job to distract the man called snake.
The shining of the blood red jewel once again erupted, this time from where it lay on the ground, but soon, the shine was dulled as the phantom, still clutching Nakamouri Aoko behind him, placed his foot above it.
At least, it was known to be a jewel. It was supposed to be one. A jewel. A gemstone. A rock, even. Apparently, it wasn’t, because no type of jewel or gemstone or rock would break so easily. He treated it like an insect, a filthy pest that had invaded his home, and he had no qualms about stepping on it and twisting his foot back and forth in order to effectively squish it, not minding that its insides spilled across the floor and soaked in, and he looked up with a sadistic smirk on face, one of triumph, but also one that stated that he would have rather been given the chance to torture it before its death.
But the damned thing shouldn’t have even been destroyed! It simply broke down in a puddle of water, as if that water had somehow been frozen into the shape of a priceless jewel, and somehow mistaken as one, never melting for the millions of years that it’s existed. Instead, it collapsed with the slightest amount of pressure, and how it had survived as long as it must have escaped the minds of all present, but no one really paid much attention to that aspect of it.
Everyone observed in some sort of intensity-some in awe, others in horror. The ice-like jewel itself was only that, though no one knew what it was really made of. The piece inside of it was what had made the red shine, but, that too, had collapsed, leaving a red spot of liquid not unlike blood that had begun to swirl with the clear fluid and affected mildly by the drops dripping from the white shoe.
“Why‽” the man screamed, close to becoming delusional. “Why‽ We could’ve given you anything you wanted! You could’ve done whatever you wished and no one would be able to touch you! Instead you go against us! Why‽”
“’Why’, you ask?” KID reached his thumb up to ready the gun. Hearing a satisfying click, he continued darkly and coldly, and suddenly the temperature in the large room seemed to have dropped. “Because you murdered my father!”
As realization dawned on the ugly man’s face, Kaito pulled the trigger, feeling a familiar vibration through his arm, but this time, it seemed so much more gratifying, and the satiating boom as a metal card flew from the silver gun and into the black one pointed toward him, breaking it apart into irreparable pieces sounded throughout the room and into the halls and perhaps, even heard above and below on other floors.
Several new black guns aimed in his direction, and he instinctively spun around to wrap his arms around a confused Aoko, but he was unable to avoid the bullets that pierced into him and had enough force to push them both into the flimsy window that shattered under their weight and sent them cascading…
A/N:
I laughed so hard as I destroyed Pandora. I saw my cousin chasing a cockroach, and then he squished it, so I just described what I saw.
‽ - It’s called an interrobang. And it is awesome.