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dcmk_yaoiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Title: Vicissitude
Author: Saitaina
Theme(s): #19: Sharp
Characters: Saguru Hakuba, Kaitou Kuroba
Rating: R
Warnings: Character Death, blood/gore, m/m
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to their original artist.
Summary: The day Kaito Kuroba stopped smiling, the world didn't end.
Notes: Part of "Finis", other parts can be found here.
Vicissitude
Sometimes the mind, for reasons we don't necessarily understand, just decides to go to the store for a quart of milk. -Unknown
The day Kaito Kuroba stopped smiling, the world didn't end.
Saguru watched him from the corner of his eye, listening as Kaito answered the teacher's questions in a bland monotone, giving her only the most basic of answers before returning to his worksheet, leaving Aoko and Akako frowning at the brunette.
Saguru licked his lips before returning to his own work, trying to ignore his thoughts that were intent on surrounding the blue eyed magician who seemed only a shadow of himself.
The day Kaito walked away from him without a word, everything went on as normal.
Saguru watched him walk away, his mouth still open, about to speak. Kaito had just...walked away. Kaito never walked away, he would always stay to at least listen to whatever crackpot idea or theory Saguru had, if at least to smile and laugh as he proved Saguru horribly wrong.
He followed Kaito, unable to stop himself, desperate for answers. He followed the boy through town, always five steps behind, making sure Kaito didn't see him, even when the boy turned around suddenly, a frown marring his features.
He watched, from his position behind a tall, thick bush, as Kaito sat on a rock, over looking the docks down below. Kaito reached into his pant pocket, pulling out a shining, glittering object, watching as the glass wrapped in silver twisted from a long chain, the monocle reflecting the setting sun as it twisted in the air.
Saguru swallowed, as he watched Kaito, watching that perfect, well used poker face start to crack, and then crumble in a wash of tears, and as he watched, his heart aching, he reassessed his definition of normal.
The day Kaitou Kid failed to appear for a heist, Saguru went after him.
Saguru pounded on the door to the Kuroba residence, anger and fear melting together as the door opened on it's own, hinges squeaking. Saguru slid one hand into his jacket, removing his revolver and making sure it was fully loaded (even though he already knew it was, he had checked it before leaving for the heist), then stepping carefully into the dark house, eyes scanning the front hall, ears ready for the slightest sound.
He made his way down the hall, carefully keeping to the wall, a nervous sweat breaking out on his neck as he peeked around the corner, studying the dark living room. He saw a figure on the far side of the room, and he hesitated, unsure if it was foe or friend.
He shook his arm, flashlight falling into his palm and he pressed the tip against his thigh, clicking it on, keeping the light blocked by his leg as he moved into a better position. He raised the flashlight, shining it into the room, gun directly under it, ready to fire.
Kaito what might have once been a couch, his legs drawn up to his chest, chin resting on his knees as he stared in front of him, un-seeing. Blood stained the boy, more blood then could possibly be his alone and Saguru swallowed as the bitter scent of copper finally hit him.
His eyes left Kaito and traveled around the room, following the slow movement of his flashlight as he took in the scene. Blood covered the carpet, walls and even the ceiling in long streaks. Tables and drawer chests were over turned, large gouges taken out of the rich, dark wood. The couch, a chair and even the wallpaper was ripped apart, peeling, stuffing spilling out like leaking organs.
The television was shattered, glass sparkling as his flashlight swept over them, and in the corner, huddled, broken, was Kaito's mother. The blood pooled around her was a neon sign of her health, and probably explained most of the blood on Kaito.
Saguru took another sweep of the room before setting his flashlight on what had once been a book shelf, raising it towards the ceiling to illuminate the room as well as it could before he pulled the radio from his pocket, adjusting the volume and frequency on the box attached to his waist before radioing in the scene, listening to the dispatcher's cool tones as she relayed the information to the police and medics.
Clipping the hand piece to his jacket, he holstered his gun, grabbing the flashlight again and moving gingerly across the floor, tiptoeing as he tried desperately not to step in the blood. Finally he made it across the room and he knelt, knowing he would have to turn over not only his shoes but his pants to forensics judging from the blood wetting his knees. "Kaito?" He looked up into the boy's face, wanting, desperately, to shake the boy, to smack him until those eyes focused.
"Kaiiitooo," Saguru had no idea why he sung the name like a five year old on a sugar high, but he did and was thankful there was no one around to hear him. Pulling a pair of vinyl gloves from his pocket, he slipped them on before reaching out and grabbing one of Kaito's hands, gently pulling it away from Kaito's knees, checking the boy's pulse.
He never saw the fist that suddenly impacted the side of his head. he went backwards, landing in a sticky puddle of blood, blinking, lights dancing in his eyes as his head reeled from the blow. Kaito was moving now, unfolding his body, blood covered hands landing on the couch, one curling around something Saguru hadn't noticed and would kick himself for later...if there was a later.
He rolled to the side, just missing being skewered in the shoulder by a large kitchen knife, sliding a bit in the blood on the floor. Scrambling backwards, he tried to get a hand to his gun and still move away from Kaito at the same time, watching as the teen's dead eyes followed him, before he lunged onto Saguru, stabbing down where Saguru's thigh had been.
"Kaito!" Saguru yelled, bloody hand slipping on the gun and causing him to fall instead of craw back. He felt a heavy weight on him and tried to buck Kaito off, wincing at the tight grip around his neck. "Kaito stop!"
"You killed her!" The sheer rage in Kaito's voice stunned Saguru for a moment, those broken, raspy words causing Saguru's heart to give a painful thump. Saguru fought off the freeze and twisted, managing to knock Kaito loose, himself leaping, trying to grab Kaito's wrist and get the knife.
Kaito, however, twisted away in a move so familiar from Kid heists and he lunge, knife sinking deeply into Saguru's arm. The detective screamed in spite of himself, staring up at hollow, rage filled eyes. Kaito wasn't seeing him, that much was obvious, he was seeing whomever had killed his mother.
And if things didn't change, Saguru was going to die for it.
He grabbed the wrist that was pulling out the knife, using as much strength that he could muster to hold that hand still. Kaito reacted by shoving the knife in again, causing Saguru to scream again, blackness flooding his vision. In the fractured mirror on the floor, he could see himself, Kaito, and the tip of the knife sticking out his back.
Nausea swamped him and he faltered, falling forward against Kaito, breath ragged, his grip on Kaito's wrist loosening. Kaito jerked the knife out, staring at the warm, wet blood coating the blade. He licked his lips, tasting the blood that had splattered on them before plunging the knife down, this time slicing through Saguru's hip, at an odd angle that had the the knife going in at the top, yet sliding out the side, the form of the blade visible under his skin.
Saguru gagged and Kaito suddenly grabbed the detective's throat, squeezing, nails digging into the flesh as he growled angrily. "Not yet, you don't get any relief yet," he gave the knife a twist before jerking it up, slicing through the flap of flesh it had been trapped under.
Saguru vomited, the stench forcing him back from Kaito. He raised weary, half focused eyes, raising a bloody hand to Kaito's cheek, gently caressing the smooth skin. He could feel tears sliding down his cheeks, stinging his bitten lips. He swallowed, gagging again before leaning in, pressing his lips against Kaito's. As he did, he reached down, pressing Kaito's rest to the floor, forcing it harder and harder, using every last bit of strength he had, forcing the knife from Kaito's hand under threat of the wrist snapping.
His hand wrapped around the weapon, clutching it tightly, the blade slicing into his palm as he pulled away from Kaito, watching the teen before suddenly slumping forward, almost pushing Kaito back against the floor.
Kaito stared over Saguru's shoulder, face blank with shock, eyes open wide, disbelieving. He started to tremble as he gathered the larger boy in his arms, the violent shaking and the blood still flowing from Saguru making it hard as he gathered Saguru up in his arms, carrying him, even after he fell to his knees, sliding in the blood, to the remains of the couch, laying the detective on the battered, torn piece of furniture.
He stared at the other teen, at the blood covering their bodies, a mixture of his mothers, his and Saguru's. He reached out a shaking hand, almost touching the shoulder wound before vomiting violently, blood spilling from his lips. He reached out a hand, seizing Saguru's radio after a few tries, dragging the hand piece to his mouth, depressing the button.
"O.." he gagged, coughing to clear his throat. "Officer down, Kuroba residence." he choked out, ignoring the dispatcher's questions as he dropped the hand piece and laid his head on Saguru's un-injured thigh. He weakly turned his head, ear pressed to the flesh, feeling the faint thumps of Saguru's pulse in the artery below the skin, each tiny thump echoing in Kaito's head, as he waited for the last one to come.
--
"Will you just...if you don't set that down I swear to god I'm going to..."
"Relax, it's not like it will...oops."
"That was my grand-mother's. You broke my dead grand mother's ming vase!"
"Relax, I'll get you another one!"
"Kaito!"
"I meant legally!"
Saguru growled ineffectively at the wild haired boy standing before him, reaching down with the hang not currently bandaged within an inch of it's life and trapped in a sling, wheeling his chair backwards as he best he could, almost turning in a circle before he managed to straighten himself out and head back down the hall.
"Oy! Come on, Goo, don't be like that!"
"My grandmother's vase!"
"I'll glue it!" Kaito yelled, chasing after the detective, rather amazed the blond could move a wheelchair as fast as he was with only one arm. He finally caught up to the blond and grabbed the handles of the wheelchair, wheeling Saguru down the hall and into the lift that would take them back down to the main floor.
"No idea why I let you live here," Saguru muttered.
Kaito smiled softly and leaned down, pressing his lips against the blond curls, closing his eyes as the spicy sent of Saguru's shampoo filled his lungs. "Because you love me," he whispered.
Saguru reached up with his good hand, taking Kaito's and bringing it to his lips. They were a long way from healed, a long way from alright, but they were there, and it was enough for the moment.
The lift doors opened and Kaito wheeled Saguru towards their bedroom, humming softly as they passed the large wardrobe that held his mother's alter, the scent of roses and incense floating around them in a warm embrace.
Fin
Title: Vicissitude
Author: Saitaina
Theme(s): #19: Sharp
Characters: Saguru Hakuba, Kaitou Kuroba
Rating: R
Warnings: Character Death, blood/gore, m/m
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to their original artist.
Summary: The day Kaito Kuroba stopped smiling, the world didn't end.
Notes: Part of "Finis", other parts can be found here.
Vicissitude
Sometimes the mind, for reasons we don't necessarily understand, just decides to go to the store for a quart of milk. -Unknown
The day Kaito Kuroba stopped smiling, the world didn't end.
Saguru watched him from the corner of his eye, listening as Kaito answered the teacher's questions in a bland monotone, giving her only the most basic of answers before returning to his worksheet, leaving Aoko and Akako frowning at the brunette.
Saguru licked his lips before returning to his own work, trying to ignore his thoughts that were intent on surrounding the blue eyed magician who seemed only a shadow of himself.
The day Kaito walked away from him without a word, everything went on as normal.
Saguru watched him walk away, his mouth still open, about to speak. Kaito had just...walked away. Kaito never walked away, he would always stay to at least listen to whatever crackpot idea or theory Saguru had, if at least to smile and laugh as he proved Saguru horribly wrong.
He followed Kaito, unable to stop himself, desperate for answers. He followed the boy through town, always five steps behind, making sure Kaito didn't see him, even when the boy turned around suddenly, a frown marring his features.
He watched, from his position behind a tall, thick bush, as Kaito sat on a rock, over looking the docks down below. Kaito reached into his pant pocket, pulling out a shining, glittering object, watching as the glass wrapped in silver twisted from a long chain, the monocle reflecting the setting sun as it twisted in the air.
Saguru swallowed, as he watched Kaito, watching that perfect, well used poker face start to crack, and then crumble in a wash of tears, and as he watched, his heart aching, he reassessed his definition of normal.
The day Kaitou Kid failed to appear for a heist, Saguru went after him.
Saguru pounded on the door to the Kuroba residence, anger and fear melting together as the door opened on it's own, hinges squeaking. Saguru slid one hand into his jacket, removing his revolver and making sure it was fully loaded (even though he already knew it was, he had checked it before leaving for the heist), then stepping carefully into the dark house, eyes scanning the front hall, ears ready for the slightest sound.
He made his way down the hall, carefully keeping to the wall, a nervous sweat breaking out on his neck as he peeked around the corner, studying the dark living room. He saw a figure on the far side of the room, and he hesitated, unsure if it was foe or friend.
He shook his arm, flashlight falling into his palm and he pressed the tip against his thigh, clicking it on, keeping the light blocked by his leg as he moved into a better position. He raised the flashlight, shining it into the room, gun directly under it, ready to fire.
Kaito what might have once been a couch, his legs drawn up to his chest, chin resting on his knees as he stared in front of him, un-seeing. Blood stained the boy, more blood then could possibly be his alone and Saguru swallowed as the bitter scent of copper finally hit him.
His eyes left Kaito and traveled around the room, following the slow movement of his flashlight as he took in the scene. Blood covered the carpet, walls and even the ceiling in long streaks. Tables and drawer chests were over turned, large gouges taken out of the rich, dark wood. The couch, a chair and even the wallpaper was ripped apart, peeling, stuffing spilling out like leaking organs.
The television was shattered, glass sparkling as his flashlight swept over them, and in the corner, huddled, broken, was Kaito's mother. The blood pooled around her was a neon sign of her health, and probably explained most of the blood on Kaito.
Saguru took another sweep of the room before setting his flashlight on what had once been a book shelf, raising it towards the ceiling to illuminate the room as well as it could before he pulled the radio from his pocket, adjusting the volume and frequency on the box attached to his waist before radioing in the scene, listening to the dispatcher's cool tones as she relayed the information to the police and medics.
Clipping the hand piece to his jacket, he holstered his gun, grabbing the flashlight again and moving gingerly across the floor, tiptoeing as he tried desperately not to step in the blood. Finally he made it across the room and he knelt, knowing he would have to turn over not only his shoes but his pants to forensics judging from the blood wetting his knees. "Kaito?" He looked up into the boy's face, wanting, desperately, to shake the boy, to smack him until those eyes focused.
"Kaiiitooo," Saguru had no idea why he sung the name like a five year old on a sugar high, but he did and was thankful there was no one around to hear him. Pulling a pair of vinyl gloves from his pocket, he slipped them on before reaching out and grabbing one of Kaito's hands, gently pulling it away from Kaito's knees, checking the boy's pulse.
He never saw the fist that suddenly impacted the side of his head. he went backwards, landing in a sticky puddle of blood, blinking, lights dancing in his eyes as his head reeled from the blow. Kaito was moving now, unfolding his body, blood covered hands landing on the couch, one curling around something Saguru hadn't noticed and would kick himself for later...if there was a later.
He rolled to the side, just missing being skewered in the shoulder by a large kitchen knife, sliding a bit in the blood on the floor. Scrambling backwards, he tried to get a hand to his gun and still move away from Kaito at the same time, watching as the teen's dead eyes followed him, before he lunged onto Saguru, stabbing down where Saguru's thigh had been.
"Kaito!" Saguru yelled, bloody hand slipping on the gun and causing him to fall instead of craw back. He felt a heavy weight on him and tried to buck Kaito off, wincing at the tight grip around his neck. "Kaito stop!"
"You killed her!" The sheer rage in Kaito's voice stunned Saguru for a moment, those broken, raspy words causing Saguru's heart to give a painful thump. Saguru fought off the freeze and twisted, managing to knock Kaito loose, himself leaping, trying to grab Kaito's wrist and get the knife.
Kaito, however, twisted away in a move so familiar from Kid heists and he lunge, knife sinking deeply into Saguru's arm. The detective screamed in spite of himself, staring up at hollow, rage filled eyes. Kaito wasn't seeing him, that much was obvious, he was seeing whomever had killed his mother.
And if things didn't change, Saguru was going to die for it.
He grabbed the wrist that was pulling out the knife, using as much strength that he could muster to hold that hand still. Kaito reacted by shoving the knife in again, causing Saguru to scream again, blackness flooding his vision. In the fractured mirror on the floor, he could see himself, Kaito, and the tip of the knife sticking out his back.
Nausea swamped him and he faltered, falling forward against Kaito, breath ragged, his grip on Kaito's wrist loosening. Kaito jerked the knife out, staring at the warm, wet blood coating the blade. He licked his lips, tasting the blood that had splattered on them before plunging the knife down, this time slicing through Saguru's hip, at an odd angle that had the the knife going in at the top, yet sliding out the side, the form of the blade visible under his skin.
Saguru gagged and Kaito suddenly grabbed the detective's throat, squeezing, nails digging into the flesh as he growled angrily. "Not yet, you don't get any relief yet," he gave the knife a twist before jerking it up, slicing through the flap of flesh it had been trapped under.
Saguru vomited, the stench forcing him back from Kaito. He raised weary, half focused eyes, raising a bloody hand to Kaito's cheek, gently caressing the smooth skin. He could feel tears sliding down his cheeks, stinging his bitten lips. He swallowed, gagging again before leaning in, pressing his lips against Kaito's. As he did, he reached down, pressing Kaito's rest to the floor, forcing it harder and harder, using every last bit of strength he had, forcing the knife from Kaito's hand under threat of the wrist snapping.
His hand wrapped around the weapon, clutching it tightly, the blade slicing into his palm as he pulled away from Kaito, watching the teen before suddenly slumping forward, almost pushing Kaito back against the floor.
Kaito stared over Saguru's shoulder, face blank with shock, eyes open wide, disbelieving. He started to tremble as he gathered the larger boy in his arms, the violent shaking and the blood still flowing from Saguru making it hard as he gathered Saguru up in his arms, carrying him, even after he fell to his knees, sliding in the blood, to the remains of the couch, laying the detective on the battered, torn piece of furniture.
He stared at the other teen, at the blood covering their bodies, a mixture of his mothers, his and Saguru's. He reached out a shaking hand, almost touching the shoulder wound before vomiting violently, blood spilling from his lips. He reached out a hand, seizing Saguru's radio after a few tries, dragging the hand piece to his mouth, depressing the button.
"O.." he gagged, coughing to clear his throat. "Officer down, Kuroba residence." he choked out, ignoring the dispatcher's questions as he dropped the hand piece and laid his head on Saguru's un-injured thigh. He weakly turned his head, ear pressed to the flesh, feeling the faint thumps of Saguru's pulse in the artery below the skin, each tiny thump echoing in Kaito's head, as he waited for the last one to come.
--
"Will you just...if you don't set that down I swear to god I'm going to..."
"Relax, it's not like it will...oops."
"That was my grand-mother's. You broke my dead grand mother's ming vase!"
"Relax, I'll get you another one!"
"Kaito!"
"I meant legally!"
Saguru growled ineffectively at the wild haired boy standing before him, reaching down with the hang not currently bandaged within an inch of it's life and trapped in a sling, wheeling his chair backwards as he best he could, almost turning in a circle before he managed to straighten himself out and head back down the hall.
"Oy! Come on, Goo, don't be like that!"
"My grandmother's vase!"
"I'll glue it!" Kaito yelled, chasing after the detective, rather amazed the blond could move a wheelchair as fast as he was with only one arm. He finally caught up to the blond and grabbed the handles of the wheelchair, wheeling Saguru down the hall and into the lift that would take them back down to the main floor.
"No idea why I let you live here," Saguru muttered.
Kaito smiled softly and leaned down, pressing his lips against the blond curls, closing his eyes as the spicy sent of Saguru's shampoo filled his lungs. "Because you love me," he whispered.
Saguru reached up with his good hand, taking Kaito's and bringing it to his lips. They were a long way from healed, a long way from alright, but they were there, and it was enough for the moment.
The lift doors opened and Kaito wheeled Saguru towards their bedroom, humming softly as they passed the large wardrobe that held his mother's alter, the scent of roses and incense floating around them in a warm embrace.
Fin
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Date: 2007-05-09 11:09 pm (UTC)throughout the whole fic, my mouth was agaped, in horror of Saguru's death.
but he didnt! ^_^
*Smiles*
Did kaito get in any trouble for almost killin saguru?
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Date: 2007-05-09 11:33 pm (UTC)