MK fic: Les Vacances noires [WIP]
Title: Les Vacances noires
Scene Title: L'Autre
Progress: WIP
It happened again.
Ever since he last spoke to Ruby Jones and came to realize just how dangerous this sort of thing was, Kaito had not suffered abother black out. Hakuba had kept a close eye on him in any case, watching for the slightest change in behavior. But even without the black outs, Kaito found himself acting in ways he never would have considered before. Still, they were both careful to curb such odd behavior through the distraction of tourism.
It only took a week for it all to start up again.
Even so, Kaito could find no logical explanation as to why he was in such a place.
... well, that wasn't true.
But Kuroba Kaito was not the kind of person to be in someone else's bed--practically naked.
With someone else, no less!
The magician tried very hard not to wake the other person--he didn't even look to see who they were. He had a feeling he might not like what he found. Instead, he got out of the bed and quickly searched for his clothes, mind in a panic, racing to make everything make sense again.
None of the clothes scattered about the large room looked familiar, so he grabbed whatever looked the most masculine and closest to his size and quickly put them on. Occassionally, he glanced back to the bed to see if the occupant was stirring, but they remained still. In fact, there was no sound at all in that room, except for his quick, short breathing.
Except for a whisper on a nonexistant wind which breathed in Kaito's ear, "Best run before you're discovered."
A pounding on the door impressed on him the need to get away.
Whoever it was who was in the bed shot up straight--fully clothed?
Trying to figure out just what had happened while he was apparently not in his own mind, he couldn't make heads or tails of what was being shouted behind the door. Nor could he make out what the girl--it was a girl in the bed; a very pretty girl who had been wearing pajamas, speghetti-strap tank top and satin pants, obviously not something that didn't look mused by anything other than slumber--said.
Mind officially boggled, Kaito let the girl shove him into the nearest closet and just stood there as she shut the door on him before going off to answer the door that was being pounded on. Shouts in French followed and all Kaito could do was search his pockets for his cell phone.
Well, he found a cell phone, but it definitely wasn't the one Kaito remembered having. Still, it had all the numbers he once had--plus a few new ones that he didn't recognize.
Quickly, he ran down the list and found the name of the detective who would be more than willing to get him out of this mess. He quickly sent out the SOS via text message before he saw the date on the phone.
A week.
He'd lost a week.
The realization had him stunned, making him lean against the wall of the closet, trying to make sense of everything and yet unable to think of anything at all. It wasn't until he felt the phone vibrate in his hand that he finally moved again, still listening carefully for an all-clear from outside the closet as he looked to see the message.
Where are you?
Numbly, Kaito answered: In a closet.
This time, it took half the time for Hakuba to respond.
We can discuss preferences later. Location?
Kaito scowled, wishing the blond was within smacking distance. This was not a time to be flippant!
Then again, he thought to himself as he quickly worked on answering the question, the detective was probably just as close to wanting to smack him.
With a sigh, he sent the message: Don't know. Got pushed into closet. Angry French guy. Pretty French girl. No idea what is going on.
This time, it took three times longer for Hakuba to respond.
What the hell did you do this time?
Kaito could feel his lips twitch as he laughed silently to himself in irony.
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Scene Title: L'Autre
Progress: WIP
It happened again.
Ever since he last spoke to Ruby Jones and came to realize just how dangerous this sort of thing was, Kaito had not suffered abother black out. Hakuba had kept a close eye on him in any case, watching for the slightest change in behavior. But even without the black outs, Kaito found himself acting in ways he never would have considered before. Still, they were both careful to curb such odd behavior through the distraction of tourism.
It only took a week for it all to start up again.
Even so, Kaito could find no logical explanation as to why he was in such a place.
... well, that wasn't true.
But Kuroba Kaito was not the kind of person to be in someone else's bed--practically naked.
With someone else, no less!
The magician tried very hard not to wake the other person--he didn't even look to see who they were. He had a feeling he might not like what he found. Instead, he got out of the bed and quickly searched for his clothes, mind in a panic, racing to make everything make sense again.
None of the clothes scattered about the large room looked familiar, so he grabbed whatever looked the most masculine and closest to his size and quickly put them on. Occassionally, he glanced back to the bed to see if the occupant was stirring, but they remained still. In fact, there was no sound at all in that room, except for his quick, short breathing.
Except for a whisper on a nonexistant wind which breathed in Kaito's ear, "Best run before you're discovered."
A pounding on the door impressed on him the need to get away.
Whoever it was who was in the bed shot up straight--fully clothed?
Trying to figure out just what had happened while he was apparently not in his own mind, he couldn't make heads or tails of what was being shouted behind the door. Nor could he make out what the girl--it was a girl in the bed; a very pretty girl who had been wearing pajamas, speghetti-strap tank top and satin pants, obviously not something that didn't look mused by anything other than slumber--said.
Mind officially boggled, Kaito let the girl shove him into the nearest closet and just stood there as she shut the door on him before going off to answer the door that was being pounded on. Shouts in French followed and all Kaito could do was search his pockets for his cell phone.
Well, he found a cell phone, but it definitely wasn't the one Kaito remembered having. Still, it had all the numbers he once had--plus a few new ones that he didn't recognize.
Quickly, he ran down the list and found the name of the detective who would be more than willing to get him out of this mess. He quickly sent out the SOS via text message before he saw the date on the phone.
A week.
He'd lost a week.
The realization had him stunned, making him lean against the wall of the closet, trying to make sense of everything and yet unable to think of anything at all. It wasn't until he felt the phone vibrate in his hand that he finally moved again, still listening carefully for an all-clear from outside the closet as he looked to see the message.
Where are you?
Numbly, Kaito answered: In a closet.
This time, it took half the time for Hakuba to respond.
We can discuss preferences later. Location?
Kaito scowled, wishing the blond was within smacking distance. This was not a time to be flippant!
Then again, he thought to himself as he quickly worked on answering the question, the detective was probably just as close to wanting to smack him.
With a sigh, he sent the message: Don't know. Got pushed into closet. Angry French guy. Pretty French girl. No idea what is going on.
This time, it took three times longer for Hakuba to respond.
What the hell did you do this time?
Kaito could feel his lips twitch as he laughed silently to himself in irony.
.