[FIC] Ever After
Title: Ever After
Author: kirin-saga
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Word Count: 1507
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: Can be seen as shounen-ai; tragedy
Summary: They were looking for a little girl.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that you recognize as canon.
They were looking for a little girl. Three years old and always laughing, always carrying her yellow fish plushie, Flounder from the english movie The Little Mermaid. Her mama had shown her the movie several times and she loved watching all the colorful fish. She took Flounder everywhere.
They were looking for a little girl. Three years old and doing her best to play quietly with Flounder in her mama's lab so she wouldn't be noticed and get her mama in trouble. She wasn't supposed to be there but the babysitter had to go away today. Her mama had told her the babysitter had been bad and probably wouldn't be coming back. That was ok though. The babysitter was boring and wouldn't let her have pudding for dinner. She didn't mind if the babysitter never came back.
They were looking for a little girl. Three years old and screaming as she clung to her mama's arm, begging her not to leave her. Her mama had done a bad thing, she told her and handed her a small notebook. Her mama had done a bad thing and had to go away now, just like her babysitter had to go away. And how she would have to go away too if she didn't let go of mama's arm and go with the nice man in white. She didn't want to let go of mama, wanted to go with her, but the nice man pulled a flower out of her ear and turned it into a butterfly. She tried to catch it when it landed on her nose. Her mama laughed and pet her hair. Mama gave her a kiss and told her she was sorry she didn't have time to find Flounder. Then mama was gone and the nice man in white smiled sadly at her.
They were looking for a little girl. Three years old and trying not to cry as the nice man's wife cut her hair and brushed something stinky in it to lighten the color. Her blue-black hair she had gotten from her mama was gone now and she had chocolate brown like the nice man in white. She had new clothes too, dark colors with pictures of robots and ninja and samurai, and a new name. She didn't know yet that she had a new mama and a new papa as well.
They were looking for a little girl. Four years old and Kuroba Kaito was not a girl. She didn't know why she had to be a boy now but it didn't really matter to her. Her birthday had been a few days before and she had gotten lots of toys - boy toys - and beginner's magic tricks. Boy toys were loud and had funny faces and she laughed as she banged them together, just like she had seen boys do on tv. Her new mama had gotten her a small doll too, but she was a boy now and couldn't play with it. She put it on her shelf though, where she could see her. She really was a very pretty doll.
They were looking for a little girl. Seven years old and Kuroba Kaito was not a girl, though his parents let him wear girl clothes if he wanted to. His father taught him all about disguise and how to change his voice and that when he was older, he'd have to make his voice deeper like other boys. Kaito didn't know why he'd have to make his voice deeper, but he promised he would. Just like he promised to only play with boy toys where others could see. He still had his doll on his shelf though. She had pretty blue black hair, just like the nice lady in the white coat he could barely remember.
They were looking for a little girl. Thirteen years old and Kuroba Kaito was not a girl. He knew he was though, she had learned the difference years before when she had asked her parents how he could be a boy if she didn't have boy parts. They had told him how, but not why, and had asked him - her? - not to tell anyone, not even Aoko. So she - he? - hadn't. Now though he didn't know if she could keep it a secret. Her body was changing, in a different way than a boy's changes, and something was happening to her that didn't happen to boys. It was confusing and it hurt and she didn't know what to do about it, so she did nothing and just laid on her bed, staring up at the doll on her shelf that she had never played with.
They were looking for a girl. Seventeen years old and Kuroba Kaito was not a girl. She really was though and it was getting harder to hide it. The bindings made it hard to breathe and when she was cranky and in a mood, he didn't have an excuse like girls did. He was a jerk and a pervert and Aoko had caught him sneaking into the girl's locker room again. It wasn't like the girls were anything she didn't see every morning in the shower, but Aoko didn't know that. Hakuba might though - he had gotten accidentally grabby one night at a heist - and always turned away whenever she got shoved into the boy's locker room. Which was a real shame. She wouldn't mind seeing what he had.
They were looking for a girl. Eighteen years old and Kuroba Kaito both was and was not a girl. It was much more difficult to hide it now, and she had Hakuba to thank for that. Hakuba knew she was a girl, though no one else but her mother did. It had been nice at first, not having to hide that part of herself from him, but they were both teenagers and it really wasn't a good idea for a teenage girl to not hide herself from a teenage boy. The baby was due in eight months and she didn't know what to do.
They were looking for a girl. Eighteen years old and Kuroba Kaito was a girl, seven months pregnant and on the run from the very people who had killed her birth mother. The same as those who had killed her adoptive father. She had found her birth mother's little notebook, full of names and dates and chemical equations, in her father's work room, wrapped in a toddler's blue dress. They knew who she was now. She had changed her name and left Ekoda before she had started to show, but they had still found her. She only hoped she lived long enough to save her baby.
They were looking for a girl. Three years old and always laughing, always carrying her yellow fish plushie, Flounder from the english movie The Little Mermaid. Eighteen years old and nine months pregnant, huddled in an empty, dusty house belonging to one of her favorite critics, she couldn't help but think of the story she had used to love as a child. She hadn't watched it since she had become afraid of fish, but once she did force herself to read the book. She could understand why Disney had changed it. Disney was happily ever after, but that's not how it was in real life. In real life the mermaid lost the prince and fell into the sea knowing she would die.
They were looking for a girl. Eighteen years old and the exhausted mother of a crying newborn girl. It was difficult giving birth without help, but she had managed and she smiled when she saw her daughter's blue-black hair, just like the doll on her shelf, and the woman in the lab coat she could barely remember. She couldn't stay much longer she knew, the crows would find her before long, but she wanted as much time with her baby as she could have. She had already left a message on her critic's cell phone, telling him he needed to come to his house. She could trust him and his family with her baby. She kissed her daughter's sleeping face. She really couldn't stay much longer.
They were looking for a girl. What they found was a creature out of a faery tale, laughing and taunting them as she led them farther and farther from her most precious treasure, before she threw herself into the waters below. They searched the depths for her body and her mother's notebook. They found nothing. Not even a speck of foam.
They were looking for a girl. Eighteen years old and dead before her time, she left behind a newborn daughter and her mother's little notebook. The doll with the blue-black hair that she never played with now wore a red jewel and lay trapped beneath the waters. The mermaid lost the prince and threw herself into the sea. A tragic ending. But maybe her daughter would get the happily ever after she never knew.
Author: kirin-saga
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Word Count: 1507
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: Can be seen as shounen-ai; tragedy
Summary: They were looking for a little girl.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that you recognize as canon.
They were looking for a little girl. Three years old and always laughing, always carrying her yellow fish plushie, Flounder from the english movie The Little Mermaid. Her mama had shown her the movie several times and she loved watching all the colorful fish. She took Flounder everywhere.
They were looking for a little girl. Three years old and doing her best to play quietly with Flounder in her mama's lab so she wouldn't be noticed and get her mama in trouble. She wasn't supposed to be there but the babysitter had to go away today. Her mama had told her the babysitter had been bad and probably wouldn't be coming back. That was ok though. The babysitter was boring and wouldn't let her have pudding for dinner. She didn't mind if the babysitter never came back.
They were looking for a little girl. Three years old and screaming as she clung to her mama's arm, begging her not to leave her. Her mama had done a bad thing, she told her and handed her a small notebook. Her mama had done a bad thing and had to go away now, just like her babysitter had to go away. And how she would have to go away too if she didn't let go of mama's arm and go with the nice man in white. She didn't want to let go of mama, wanted to go with her, but the nice man pulled a flower out of her ear and turned it into a butterfly. She tried to catch it when it landed on her nose. Her mama laughed and pet her hair. Mama gave her a kiss and told her she was sorry she didn't have time to find Flounder. Then mama was gone and the nice man in white smiled sadly at her.
They were looking for a little girl. Three years old and trying not to cry as the nice man's wife cut her hair and brushed something stinky in it to lighten the color. Her blue-black hair she had gotten from her mama was gone now and she had chocolate brown like the nice man in white. She had new clothes too, dark colors with pictures of robots and ninja and samurai, and a new name. She didn't know yet that she had a new mama and a new papa as well.
They were looking for a little girl. Four years old and Kuroba Kaito was not a girl. She didn't know why she had to be a boy now but it didn't really matter to her. Her birthday had been a few days before and she had gotten lots of toys - boy toys - and beginner's magic tricks. Boy toys were loud and had funny faces and she laughed as she banged them together, just like she had seen boys do on tv. Her new mama had gotten her a small doll too, but she was a boy now and couldn't play with it. She put it on her shelf though, where she could see her. She really was a very pretty doll.
They were looking for a little girl. Seven years old and Kuroba Kaito was not a girl, though his parents let him wear girl clothes if he wanted to. His father taught him all about disguise and how to change his voice and that when he was older, he'd have to make his voice deeper like other boys. Kaito didn't know why he'd have to make his voice deeper, but he promised he would. Just like he promised to only play with boy toys where others could see. He still had his doll on his shelf though. She had pretty blue black hair, just like the nice lady in the white coat he could barely remember.
They were looking for a little girl. Thirteen years old and Kuroba Kaito was not a girl. He knew he was though, she had learned the difference years before when she had asked her parents how he could be a boy if she didn't have boy parts. They had told him how, but not why, and had asked him - her? - not to tell anyone, not even Aoko. So she - he? - hadn't. Now though he didn't know if she could keep it a secret. Her body was changing, in a different way than a boy's changes, and something was happening to her that didn't happen to boys. It was confusing and it hurt and she didn't know what to do about it, so she did nothing and just laid on her bed, staring up at the doll on her shelf that she had never played with.
They were looking for a girl. Seventeen years old and Kuroba Kaito was not a girl. She really was though and it was getting harder to hide it. The bindings made it hard to breathe and when she was cranky and in a mood, he didn't have an excuse like girls did. He was a jerk and a pervert and Aoko had caught him sneaking into the girl's locker room again. It wasn't like the girls were anything she didn't see every morning in the shower, but Aoko didn't know that. Hakuba might though - he had gotten accidentally grabby one night at a heist - and always turned away whenever she got shoved into the boy's locker room. Which was a real shame. She wouldn't mind seeing what he had.
They were looking for a girl. Eighteen years old and Kuroba Kaito both was and was not a girl. It was much more difficult to hide it now, and she had Hakuba to thank for that. Hakuba knew she was a girl, though no one else but her mother did. It had been nice at first, not having to hide that part of herself from him, but they were both teenagers and it really wasn't a good idea for a teenage girl to not hide herself from a teenage boy. The baby was due in eight months and she didn't know what to do.
They were looking for a girl. Eighteen years old and Kuroba Kaito was a girl, seven months pregnant and on the run from the very people who had killed her birth mother. The same as those who had killed her adoptive father. She had found her birth mother's little notebook, full of names and dates and chemical equations, in her father's work room, wrapped in a toddler's blue dress. They knew who she was now. She had changed her name and left Ekoda before she had started to show, but they had still found her. She only hoped she lived long enough to save her baby.
They were looking for a girl. Three years old and always laughing, always carrying her yellow fish plushie, Flounder from the english movie The Little Mermaid. Eighteen years old and nine months pregnant, huddled in an empty, dusty house belonging to one of her favorite critics, she couldn't help but think of the story she had used to love as a child. She hadn't watched it since she had become afraid of fish, but once she did force herself to read the book. She could understand why Disney had changed it. Disney was happily ever after, but that's not how it was in real life. In real life the mermaid lost the prince and fell into the sea knowing she would die.
They were looking for a girl. Eighteen years old and the exhausted mother of a crying newborn girl. It was difficult giving birth without help, but she had managed and she smiled when she saw her daughter's blue-black hair, just like the doll on her shelf, and the woman in the lab coat she could barely remember. She couldn't stay much longer she knew, the crows would find her before long, but she wanted as much time with her baby as she could have. She had already left a message on her critic's cell phone, telling him he needed to come to his house. She could trust him and his family with her baby. She kissed her daughter's sleeping face. She really couldn't stay much longer.
They were looking for a girl. What they found was a creature out of a faery tale, laughing and taunting them as she led them farther and farther from her most precious treasure, before she threw herself into the waters below. They searched the depths for her body and her mother's notebook. They found nothing. Not even a speck of foam.
They were looking for a girl. Eighteen years old and dead before her time, she left behind a newborn daughter and her mother's little notebook. The doll with the blue-black hair that she never played with now wore a red jewel and lay trapped beneath the waters. The mermaid lost the prince and threw herself into the sea. A tragic ending. But maybe her daughter would get the happily ever after she never knew.