fic: MK/HL crossover
Last time I logged into livejournal was in the computer lab, and the site was in French. French! I have absolutely no idea why this was so. Too bad I don't know any French.
Cheers for random bodily illnesses.
Vacation next week-- I'm really looking forward to it. A little nervous about babysitting for a two-year-old for five hours a day for four days (anybody have any advice?). Very excited about going back the mountains with the roomies.
Disclaimer: Magic Kaito doesn’t belong to me. Neither does Highlander. More the shame, that.
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Kaitou Kid died.
It was so stupid, Hakuba thought as he stared at the body. A fingers-width too far from the ledge, a shot that hit two inches too far to the left-
and all that was left was a body. Kaitou Kid’s body. A puddle of white and red at angles that no body should ever make.
Hakuba supposed that he was in shock.
Conan-no, Shinichi-made a move towards the Kid, hand reaching for his face, but Hakuba stopped him. “No,” he shook his head, “let him keep his secrets.”
Shinichi scowled. “I know what you mean. But he has a family, somewhere. Don’t they deserve to know?”
Hakuba followed the thought effortlessly. They could return the Kid’s body to his family, keep the police out of it. It was the least he could do for his best enemy. “Fine. But not here.”
They moved Kaitou Kid’s body to a different alley, a darker one, and propped him against the side of a dumpster. Hakuba felt a little bad-Shinichi’s small stature meant that they’d more dragged the Kid than carried him-but, well, he was dead.
Hakuba was still having trouble with that.
Shinichi looked at the body uneasily. “Now?”
Hakuba nodded. “Now.” He dropped his hand to Shinichi’s thin shoulder, a quick, light touch. “I’ll do it.”
He knelt by the Kid, willfully ignoring the red that now stained him as well. He could do this.
He’d wanted to unmask Kaitou Kid, but not like this. Never like this.
He reach towards the Kid’s monocle.
Kaitou Kid gasped, a horrible rasping sound. His chest rose, filling with air, then fell. Rose again.
He opened his eyes. “Anybody catch the number of the train that hit me?”
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Author’s note: In the end, there can be only one.
Heh.
Got LOTS of sleep last night. Of course, this morning none of my homework was done, but them's the breaks.
Cheers for random bodily illnesses.
Vacation next week-- I'm really looking forward to it. A little nervous about babysitting for a two-year-old for five hours a day for four days (anybody have any advice?). Very excited about going back the mountains with the roomies.
Disclaimer: Magic Kaito doesn’t belong to me. Neither does Highlander. More the shame, that.
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Kaitou Kid died.
It was so stupid, Hakuba thought as he stared at the body. A fingers-width too far from the ledge, a shot that hit two inches too far to the left-
and all that was left was a body. Kaitou Kid’s body. A puddle of white and red at angles that no body should ever make.
Hakuba supposed that he was in shock.
Conan-no, Shinichi-made a move towards the Kid, hand reaching for his face, but Hakuba stopped him. “No,” he shook his head, “let him keep his secrets.”
Shinichi scowled. “I know what you mean. But he has a family, somewhere. Don’t they deserve to know?”
Hakuba followed the thought effortlessly. They could return the Kid’s body to his family, keep the police out of it. It was the least he could do for his best enemy. “Fine. But not here.”
They moved Kaitou Kid’s body to a different alley, a darker one, and propped him against the side of a dumpster. Hakuba felt a little bad-Shinichi’s small stature meant that they’d more dragged the Kid than carried him-but, well, he was dead.
Hakuba was still having trouble with that.
Shinichi looked at the body uneasily. “Now?”
Hakuba nodded. “Now.” He dropped his hand to Shinichi’s thin shoulder, a quick, light touch. “I’ll do it.”
He knelt by the Kid, willfully ignoring the red that now stained him as well. He could do this.
He’d wanted to unmask Kaitou Kid, but not like this. Never like this.
He reach towards the Kid’s monocle.
Kaitou Kid gasped, a horrible rasping sound. His chest rose, filling with air, then fell. Rose again.
He opened his eyes. “Anybody catch the number of the train that hit me?”
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Author’s note: In the end, there can be only one.
Heh.
Got LOTS of sleep last night. Of course, this morning none of my homework was done, but them's the breaks.