Chatty Plunnies 68 - Wangst At Its Best
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By: Dragon-sama
Inspired by/with: Tsugumi Winters, White Mage Koorii, Mikazuki Hime, Kairi922, and International DCFanficNut 1207.
Things to note: Almost all KaiShin, all short, and may or may not be "complete".
***
The look in Shinichi's usually fierce blue eyes was haunted and plaintive as if he were begging the world to answer for the atrocity before him. It quite nearly had Kid reeling back as the full weight of it landed on him. He sucked in a soundless breath, eyes wide in the shadow of his top hat.
Shinichi turned away from him and gazed down at the pitiful creature he held oh-so-gently. When he spoke, his voice was little more than a broken whisper, “I can't understand how humans can be so cruel. I never understood, still don't understand, what drives a human being to murder... But this, this is so much worse.”
As Kid edged closer Shinichi smoothed careful fingers over blood matted, filth twisted fur. It looked like it had been white once upon a time.
The closer he got the more obvious it was that the wounds on the poor things were manmade. If Kid had to hazard a guess... It looked like someone had done their best to bludgeon the kittens to death and done a very poor job of it. The front right leg of the one the detective was cradling looked like it was mangled beyond repair.
Slowly, as if afraid he would destroy the strangely sad, strangely poignant moment, Kid reached out a white gloved hand and ran a finger along the side of the kitten's face. It mewled plaintively twisting slightly. The little thing's remaining good paw came out, tiny claws catching tight in the fabric of his glove as the kitten pressed it's nose against the inside of his knuckle and tried to suckle.
“Looks like Kaitou Kid has finally been caught,” he whispered feeling his lips pull into a helpless smile. “I think this one is a fighter Tantei-kun.”
Kid looked up to find the detective staring back at him, and there was something in his eyes, hidden behind the infinite sadness, that made the thief feel warm and captured. Something a little like respect, but... Above that strange something there was also... Questions. Questions he had never expected to see in the detective's eyes.
Shinichi had always seemed like the one with all the answers. He was the one who walked side by side with death and never seemed to flinch, and yet here and now, he seemed to be looking to Kid of all people to answer his questions of why. Kid sank to kneel beside the detective, never bothering to pull his gloved hand away from the tiny creature even as it became dirtied with blood and who knew what else, nor did he care what damage his pants would garner from being in contact with a dirty alleyway's ground.
“I don't understand it either Tantei-kun,” he breathed, and was surprised to hear his voice cracking slightly with emotion. Why was his Poker Face failing him now? “Some people just don't care if they steal away something precious.... something that can't be returned.”
For a second Shinichi's gaze sharpened, and Kid had to look away for fear that the intelligent young detective would read him like an open book.
“I guess...” Shinichi said tiredly. “It's not something either of us can understand; the criminal mind.”
Kid looked back up and bore witness to the brittle smile that Shinichi wore.
There had been nothing condemning in that statement, though Kid had searched for it. He was, admittedly, a criminal. How odd that Shinichi didn't seem to think badly for him of it. The thief could remember a time when he had.
“Yes, I don't suppose either of us could ever understand the mind of a murderer,” Kid reminded gently.
Shinichi looked at him, with his brittle smile and sad eyes, but there was something else there that Kid couldn't interpret. Something an awful lot like knowing, like Shinichi had found a secret and Kid still hadn't found it.
“Murderers...” Shinichi echoed faintly.
Kid couldn't help but offer a slight smile in return as they continued to stare at each other in a moment of shared brokenness and understanding. “Yes, because these were innocent lives... Just like humans, and maybe worse.”
“Yes. It's the same, really... A victim with no voice. That's why it's my job to speak for them so they can find peace, and... not be forgotten. I'll always remember them.”
Kid's breath caught, and he found himself looking on the detective in a whole new light. He could remember calling him nothing but a critic that time... and... In reality he was so much more. Shinichi was right: He was the only Voice the dead often had. His job was so much more, held a greater important, than Kid had ever really thought.
“Just don't go haring off after animal killers as well, Tantei-kun.” Kid joked carefully. “We don't want you burning yourself out.”
Shinichi's smile chased away the lingering shadows.
The sound of sirens built again and Kid sighed. He should have known Nakamori wouldn't give up so easily! That sound alone tore the two of them back into reality where they were thief and detective, and not just a couple of friends who had run across a small tragedy. Kid tensed.
The detective turned his attention back to the tiny kitten who was still clinging to Kid's gloved finger. The claws had worked small holes in the fabric. With delicate care Shinichi disengaged the kittens mouth and claws from the thief's glove. It cried in complaint.
“You'd best get going.”
Kid stared, surprised at the detective's willingness to let him go, but wasn't fool enough to question something that had fallen so serendipitously into his hands. As he disappeared down the alleyway, cutting toward the north east and hoping to find a convenient place to duck and switch into a disguise he heard the sound of voices behind him.
“Kudou! Have you seen Kid? We had a report he was seen in the area.”
“Yes.” Kid swallowed hard. He should have known better. “He headed south west.”
His breath rushed out of him in relief, and Kid almost started laughing. He could have gotten away, yes, but... after that emotionally charged moment he just wanted to go home.
***
Over the next few days that followed, Kaito found himself thinking back to that moment over and over again. He couldn't help but wonder what had become of the detective after he'd left that scene, not to mention the kitten... He hoped Shinichi was faring well.
That night he decided he would just have to check up on his favorite detective, and so gathered his gear and set out.
That night, he watched from a perch as Shinichi went about the task of caring for a kitten too young to care for itself. A kitten that, he noticed, had had to get that foreleg amputated. For one so young, it seemed to be flourishing under Shinichi's undivided attention.
Kid couldn't help but grin, and to plot.
***
Shinichi had never been more harried in his life except, perhaps, when he was still trapped as Conan and dealing with the everyday horrors of the Black Organization. But this... Taking care of the kitten had been an entirely different kind of stress that had played different emotions.
Ran couldn't have been more shocked when Shinichi informed her he was taking time off of school to take care of it. The kitten, after all, needed 'round the clock care. He'd had an understanding with his teachers anyway due to his detective work and he still kept up with the work that was sent to him.
But now.... Now, after weeks of little sleep and near constant worry, they were passed the major hurdle.
The kitten was old enough to start trying to toddle around, something that was interesting to watch since it was having to cope with only three legs from such a young age. The leg had been beyond repair. The little creature had turned out to be completely white but for a large black spot on one side, which Shinichi found vaguely amusing.
Still, while the kitten's diet still mostly consisted of milk, he'd started to introduce solids.
Kid had been right. This one was a fighter.
The thought of the magician thief made Shinichi smile slightly as he looked down at the ball of white fur curled tightly atop his stomach. Reaching out he slid his fingers over the fuzzy kitten fur.
The sound of knocking made him sigh. Shinichi set aside the book he hadn't really been reading, and moved the kitten to the couch in his place. A yellow-green eye peeped open at him for a moment before closing again to continue napping.
As he made his way to the door he wondered who would be stopping by right now, it wasn't like he was expecting company after all. What he found on the other side of the door was something he hadn't been expecting.
Shinichi felt like he was looking into a mirror. “Can I help you?”
“I thought I'd come see how your little pet is doing, Tantei-kun.” A violet eye winked at him.
The flummoxed detective could do nothing but stare in shock and weakly ask, “Kid...?”
“Astute as ever!” The teen cheered and waved the bag he was carrying, one that was covered in little animal heads smiling happily. “I've brought some goodies for your little fur ball.”
Shinichi stepped aside and watched the thief saunter in without a care in the world before looking at him expectantly. A moment later Shinichi pulled himself together and lead the way back to the living room.
The kitten was awake now and idly washing the single remaining forepaw.
Kid cooed and wandered forward to sit on the edge of the couch, “You're looking much better than when I last saw you, Neko-chan.”
Amused, Shinichi watched the thief pull out a familiar glove and waggle it in front of the kitten. The kitten roll to one side to free up the paw and bat at the offending material.
Kid looked up and winked at the detective, “I think it remembers me! Well, my glove at least...”
“He,” Shinichi corrected, unable to fight a grin as the kitten caught his claws in the material and began trying to tug it from the thief's grasp. “His name is Blackstone.”
Kid shot him a look. Then, seeing he was serious, burst out laughing.
“What a wonderful name...”
Shinichi just grinned.
***
~For Kairi922 who recently lost a pet. Feel better.~
(Harry Blackstone Sr. A magician who had a comic book (Blackstone the Magician Detective) and a radio series (Blackstone, the Magic Detective). It seemed fitting ;) )
Didn't really end on an angst-y note, but I like happy endings. You two asked for it. Shush. @ Sama and Tsu
Waaaangst!
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By: Dragon-sama
Inspired by/with: Tsugumi Winters, White Mage Koorii, Mikazuki Hime, Kairi922, and International DCFanficNut 1207.
Things to note: Almost all KaiShin, all short, and may or may not be "complete".
The look in Shinichi's usually fierce blue eyes was haunted and plaintive as if he were begging the world to answer for the atrocity before him. It quite nearly had Kid reeling back as the full weight of it landed on him. He sucked in a soundless breath, eyes wide in the shadow of his top hat.
Shinichi turned away from him and gazed down at the pitiful creature he held oh-so-gently. When he spoke, his voice was little more than a broken whisper, “I can't understand how humans can be so cruel. I never understood, still don't understand, what drives a human being to murder... But this, this is so much worse.”
As Kid edged closer Shinichi smoothed careful fingers over blood matted, filth twisted fur. It looked like it had been white once upon a time.
The closer he got the more obvious it was that the wounds on the poor things were manmade. If Kid had to hazard a guess... It looked like someone had done their best to bludgeon the kittens to death and done a very poor job of it. The front right leg of the one the detective was cradling looked like it was mangled beyond repair.
Slowly, as if afraid he would destroy the strangely sad, strangely poignant moment, Kid reached out a white gloved hand and ran a finger along the side of the kitten's face. It mewled plaintively twisting slightly. The little thing's remaining good paw came out, tiny claws catching tight in the fabric of his glove as the kitten pressed it's nose against the inside of his knuckle and tried to suckle.
“Looks like Kaitou Kid has finally been caught,” he whispered feeling his lips pull into a helpless smile. “I think this one is a fighter Tantei-kun.”
Kid looked up to find the detective staring back at him, and there was something in his eyes, hidden behind the infinite sadness, that made the thief feel warm and captured. Something a little like respect, but... Above that strange something there was also... Questions. Questions he had never expected to see in the detective's eyes.
Shinichi had always seemed like the one with all the answers. He was the one who walked side by side with death and never seemed to flinch, and yet here and now, he seemed to be looking to Kid of all people to answer his questions of why. Kid sank to kneel beside the detective, never bothering to pull his gloved hand away from the tiny creature even as it became dirtied with blood and who knew what else, nor did he care what damage his pants would garner from being in contact with a dirty alleyway's ground.
“I don't understand it either Tantei-kun,” he breathed, and was surprised to hear his voice cracking slightly with emotion. Why was his Poker Face failing him now? “Some people just don't care if they steal away something precious.... something that can't be returned.”
For a second Shinichi's gaze sharpened, and Kid had to look away for fear that the intelligent young detective would read him like an open book.
“I guess...” Shinichi said tiredly. “It's not something either of us can understand; the criminal mind.”
Kid looked back up and bore witness to the brittle smile that Shinichi wore.
There had been nothing condemning in that statement, though Kid had searched for it. He was, admittedly, a criminal. How odd that Shinichi didn't seem to think badly for him of it. The thief could remember a time when he had.
“Yes, I don't suppose either of us could ever understand the mind of a murderer,” Kid reminded gently.
Shinichi looked at him, with his brittle smile and sad eyes, but there was something else there that Kid couldn't interpret. Something an awful lot like knowing, like Shinichi had found a secret and Kid still hadn't found it.
“Murderers...” Shinichi echoed faintly.
Kid couldn't help but offer a slight smile in return as they continued to stare at each other in a moment of shared brokenness and understanding. “Yes, because these were innocent lives... Just like humans, and maybe worse.”
“Yes. It's the same, really... A victim with no voice. That's why it's my job to speak for them so they can find peace, and... not be forgotten. I'll always remember them.”
Kid's breath caught, and he found himself looking on the detective in a whole new light. He could remember calling him nothing but a critic that time... and... In reality he was so much more. Shinichi was right: He was the only Voice the dead often had. His job was so much more, held a greater important, than Kid had ever really thought.
“Just don't go haring off after animal killers as well, Tantei-kun.” Kid joked carefully. “We don't want you burning yourself out.”
Shinichi's smile chased away the lingering shadows.
The sound of sirens built again and Kid sighed. He should have known Nakamori wouldn't give up so easily! That sound alone tore the two of them back into reality where they were thief and detective, and not just a couple of friends who had run across a small tragedy. Kid tensed.
The detective turned his attention back to the tiny kitten who was still clinging to Kid's gloved finger. The claws had worked small holes in the fabric. With delicate care Shinichi disengaged the kittens mouth and claws from the thief's glove. It cried in complaint.
“You'd best get going.”
Kid stared, surprised at the detective's willingness to let him go, but wasn't fool enough to question something that had fallen so serendipitously into his hands. As he disappeared down the alleyway, cutting toward the north east and hoping to find a convenient place to duck and switch into a disguise he heard the sound of voices behind him.
“Kudou! Have you seen Kid? We had a report he was seen in the area.”
“Yes.” Kid swallowed hard. He should have known better. “He headed south west.”
His breath rushed out of him in relief, and Kid almost started laughing. He could have gotten away, yes, but... after that emotionally charged moment he just wanted to go home.
Over the next few days that followed, Kaito found himself thinking back to that moment over and over again. He couldn't help but wonder what had become of the detective after he'd left that scene, not to mention the kitten... He hoped Shinichi was faring well.
That night he decided he would just have to check up on his favorite detective, and so gathered his gear and set out.
That night, he watched from a perch as Shinichi went about the task of caring for a kitten too young to care for itself. A kitten that, he noticed, had had to get that foreleg amputated. For one so young, it seemed to be flourishing under Shinichi's undivided attention.
Kid couldn't help but grin, and to plot.
Shinichi had never been more harried in his life except, perhaps, when he was still trapped as Conan and dealing with the everyday horrors of the Black Organization. But this... Taking care of the kitten had been an entirely different kind of stress that had played different emotions.
Ran couldn't have been more shocked when Shinichi informed her he was taking time off of school to take care of it. The kitten, after all, needed 'round the clock care. He'd had an understanding with his teachers anyway due to his detective work and he still kept up with the work that was sent to him.
But now.... Now, after weeks of little sleep and near constant worry, they were passed the major hurdle.
The kitten was old enough to start trying to toddle around, something that was interesting to watch since it was having to cope with only three legs from such a young age. The leg had been beyond repair. The little creature had turned out to be completely white but for a large black spot on one side, which Shinichi found vaguely amusing.
Still, while the kitten's diet still mostly consisted of milk, he'd started to introduce solids.
Kid had been right. This one was a fighter.
The thought of the magician thief made Shinichi smile slightly as he looked down at the ball of white fur curled tightly atop his stomach. Reaching out he slid his fingers over the fuzzy kitten fur.
The sound of knocking made him sigh. Shinichi set aside the book he hadn't really been reading, and moved the kitten to the couch in his place. A yellow-green eye peeped open at him for a moment before closing again to continue napping.
As he made his way to the door he wondered who would be stopping by right now, it wasn't like he was expecting company after all. What he found on the other side of the door was something he hadn't been expecting.
Shinichi felt like he was looking into a mirror. “Can I help you?”
“I thought I'd come see how your little pet is doing, Tantei-kun.” A violet eye winked at him.
The flummoxed detective could do nothing but stare in shock and weakly ask, “Kid...?”
“Astute as ever!” The teen cheered and waved the bag he was carrying, one that was covered in little animal heads smiling happily. “I've brought some goodies for your little fur ball.”
Shinichi stepped aside and watched the thief saunter in without a care in the world before looking at him expectantly. A moment later Shinichi pulled himself together and lead the way back to the living room.
The kitten was awake now and idly washing the single remaining forepaw.
Kid cooed and wandered forward to sit on the edge of the couch, “You're looking much better than when I last saw you, Neko-chan.”
Amused, Shinichi watched the thief pull out a familiar glove and waggle it in front of the kitten. The kitten roll to one side to free up the paw and bat at the offending material.
Kid looked up and winked at the detective, “I think it remembers me! Well, my glove at least...”
“He,” Shinichi corrected, unable to fight a grin as the kitten caught his claws in the material and began trying to tug it from the thief's grasp. “His name is Blackstone.”
Kid shot him a look. Then, seeing he was serious, burst out laughing.
“What a wonderful name...”
Shinichi just grinned.
(Harry Blackstone Sr. A magician who had a comic book (Blackstone the Magician Detective) and a radio series (Blackstone, the Magic Detective). It seemed fitting ;) )
Didn't really end on an angst-y note, but I like happy endings. You two asked for it. Shush. @ Sama and Tsu
Waaaangst!