FIC: Hemlock (KK/SH) (PG-13) (1/1)
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dcmk_yaoiTitle: Hemlock
Author: Saitaina
Characters: Saguru Hakuba and Kaito Kuroba
Rating: PG to PG-13
WARNINGS: Character death, slight insanity, abuse of things that should not be abused (prescription drugs)
Disclaimer: Blatantly stolen from their original author, will return later.
Summary: Obsession is a dangerous thing for a detective.
Notes: Part of "Finis", one of 30 fics exploring death through Saguru's eyes.
Hemlock
“It is very important not to mistake hemlock for parsley, but to believe or not believe in God is not important at all”
-Denis Diderot
It had started as such a simple matter. The pills were resting on his desk, waiting for him to take before retiring to bed that evening. They slid easily under the knife, and fell apart gently with each turn of the marble pestle. The fine pale beige powder that resulted was easily blended into the melted chocolate in the double boiler, disappearing under the silken liquid.
It was so, so simple. Just a taste and the night's activities were averted. The thief was at home; drugged with pain pills, unable to make his planned heist and Saguru got a night off, a chance to relax.
But simple things soon become complicated. If it worked one night, why not another? Another night to rest and relax instead of running and jumping after a laughing maniac.
And if the druggedchocolate worked for a rest...could it not also work for a chance to finally capture the elusivephantom? There were too many risks now. Too many others all out to seize his prize, his obsession.
So, he had an idea. Then the idea became a plan, a plan that needed research. So he researched, spending long hours and sleepless nights in his library, sneezing as he read dusty old books and scouring the internet for the answers to his questions.
Once he had the answers, he formulated a new plan. One that took in the information and revised the fine details. He had discovered balance, that perfect, golden line between alive and dead. He used that line in his chocolates, carefully edging it, keeping just this side of it with each bar of rich, bitter sweet darkness.
With every piece the thief accepted from him, he could see the effects, study the results and refine his method and recipe. Too much milk one day, not enough powder the next. He was finding the task rewarding, feeling empowered with every move he made. It was incredible, to control something. To watch the results of HIS creation before him.
And he could feel himself being drawn even closer to his subject, sure now he had made the right decision. This was his. The thief was his. And no one else had the same control or power as he did.
He was at a crossroads now. The fine golden line was wavering with each light step he took down the length of it. One false move and he could cross it completely with no hope of return. Did he take that step? Or did he back away and walk on the safety of the edge?
He crossed the line.
This batch was perfect. Just the right blend of chocolate and powder. A recipe guaranteed to solve all the problems.
The thief smiled as he accepted the thick bar of homemade chocolate, barely pausing in thanks before eagerly digging in. He leaned back against the tree he had been resting against, staring up at the stars as he took a bite of the chocolate. He gave a happy, contented sigh, chewing slowly on the sweet, savoring every morsel as the sky above them shifted and changed from minute to minute.
Saguru sat next to the thief, watching him instead of the sky, taking in each detail in the thief that shifted. The happiness, the silence as the thief thought. The slow blinking of his eyes as the drugs started to kick in. Each detail fascinated him.
And as the chocolate bar was finished, he offered his lap for the thief to rest his head in, smiling as it was accepted. He brushed his fingers through the unruly brown strands, watching those deep blue eyes as they grew unfocused, each minute the lids getting heavier and heavier until they were finally closed.
He continued brushing his fingers through the silken strands, finally turning his attention up to the stars, watching them twinkle like small diamonds. The night was silent, with only their mixed breaths making a sound. He listened to the rhythmic noise, following each one, until they started to slow.
His attention shifting, he looked back down at the boy in his lap, watching the ripple of his pant leg beneath the thief's lips, each stir growing further and further apart, until finally it stopped completely. His hand slid down from the boy's hair, over his cheek to rest lightly on his neck, feeling the last few heart beats press against his finger before no more remained.
And as the silence of the night expanded to cover the missing breaths, he bent, pressing a soft kiss to the soft skin of the thief's cheek. He returned to watching the stars, ignoring the body in his lap except to occasionally to pet its hair, waiting for the sunrise.
Fin
Author: Saitaina
Characters: Saguru Hakuba and Kaito Kuroba
Rating: PG to PG-13
WARNINGS: Character death, slight insanity, abuse of things that should not be abused (prescription drugs)
Disclaimer: Blatantly stolen from their original author, will return later.
Summary: Obsession is a dangerous thing for a detective.
Notes: Part of "Finis", one of 30 fics exploring death through Saguru's eyes.
Hemlock
“It is very important not to mistake hemlock for parsley, but to believe or not believe in God is not important at all”
-Denis Diderot
It had started as such a simple matter. The pills were resting on his desk, waiting for him to take before retiring to bed that evening. They slid easily under the knife, and fell apart gently with each turn of the marble pestle. The fine pale beige powder that resulted was easily blended into the melted chocolate in the double boiler, disappearing under the silken liquid.
It was so, so simple. Just a taste and the night's activities were averted. The thief was at home; drugged with pain pills, unable to make his planned heist and Saguru got a night off, a chance to relax.
But simple things soon become complicated. If it worked one night, why not another? Another night to rest and relax instead of running and jumping after a laughing maniac.
And if the druggedchocolate worked for a rest...could it not also work for a chance to finally capture the elusivephantom? There were too many risks now. Too many others all out to seize his prize, his obsession.
So, he had an idea. Then the idea became a plan, a plan that needed research. So he researched, spending long hours and sleepless nights in his library, sneezing as he read dusty old books and scouring the internet for the answers to his questions.
Once he had the answers, he formulated a new plan. One that took in the information and revised the fine details. He had discovered balance, that perfect, golden line between alive and dead. He used that line in his chocolates, carefully edging it, keeping just this side of it with each bar of rich, bitter sweet darkness.
With every piece the thief accepted from him, he could see the effects, study the results and refine his method and recipe. Too much milk one day, not enough powder the next. He was finding the task rewarding, feeling empowered with every move he made. It was incredible, to control something. To watch the results of HIS creation before him.
And he could feel himself being drawn even closer to his subject, sure now he had made the right decision. This was his. The thief was his. And no one else had the same control or power as he did.
He was at a crossroads now. The fine golden line was wavering with each light step he took down the length of it. One false move and he could cross it completely with no hope of return. Did he take that step? Or did he back away and walk on the safety of the edge?
He crossed the line.
This batch was perfect. Just the right blend of chocolate and powder. A recipe guaranteed to solve all the problems.
The thief smiled as he accepted the thick bar of homemade chocolate, barely pausing in thanks before eagerly digging in. He leaned back against the tree he had been resting against, staring up at the stars as he took a bite of the chocolate. He gave a happy, contented sigh, chewing slowly on the sweet, savoring every morsel as the sky above them shifted and changed from minute to minute.
Saguru sat next to the thief, watching him instead of the sky, taking in each detail in the thief that shifted. The happiness, the silence as the thief thought. The slow blinking of his eyes as the drugs started to kick in. Each detail fascinated him.
And as the chocolate bar was finished, he offered his lap for the thief to rest his head in, smiling as it was accepted. He brushed his fingers through the unruly brown strands, watching those deep blue eyes as they grew unfocused, each minute the lids getting heavier and heavier until they were finally closed.
He continued brushing his fingers through the silken strands, finally turning his attention up to the stars, watching them twinkle like small diamonds. The night was silent, with only their mixed breaths making a sound. He listened to the rhythmic noise, following each one, until they started to slow.
His attention shifting, he looked back down at the boy in his lap, watching the ripple of his pant leg beneath the thief's lips, each stir growing further and further apart, until finally it stopped completely. His hand slid down from the boy's hair, over his cheek to rest lightly on his neck, feeling the last few heart beats press against his finger before no more remained.
And as the silence of the night expanded to cover the missing breaths, he bent, pressing a soft kiss to the soft skin of the thief's cheek. He returned to watching the stars, ignoring the body in his lap except to occasionally to pet its hair, waiting for the sunrise.
Fin
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what?
Date: 2007-01-15 03:11 am (UTC)saguru kills kaito, because he's POSISTIVE hes the theif so that no one else will beable to catch him?
i REALLY should start reading the warnings...that was scary...i didnt knwo what to expect.
and i would call that more than 'slight' insanity.
saguru was just plain creepy in that...*shudders*
i hope that you don't think this is a flame.
i was just startled by it.
good writing though. I had no idea till it happend. and I was like...did he-?
good job
Re: what?
Date: 2007-01-15 03:19 am (UTC)But yes, Saguru killed Kaito so no one else could 'catch' him. Think stalker type behavior there. Plus there's an unrequited love aspect I never fully explored but still comes into play.
I can promise the next part of this series of fics is...um...less insanity filled. *grins*
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Date: 2008-03-19 09:16 am (UTC)especially when it's about characters you would never expect doing the insane thing.
Partly because it's that way in real life. People you would never expect of hurting a fly, are on the other hand behind closed doors hurting their loved ones. It's sad but the truth.
Really love your fic(s) especially the atmosphere you are always able to portray. Very good.
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Date: 2008-03-19 09:18 am (UTC)I have a weekness for exploring 'abnormal' situations in chacters, such as insanity. It's so nice to try to make the unbelivable realistic