Challenge Fic (retardedly late woo)
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dcmk_yaoiHahahaa I am LATE. Curse reliable lack of internets.
For the record, I am making this story randomly up as I write it. Have fun.
Title: January's Moon
Fandom: DC/MK
Pairing: Kaishin, yeyz
Length: Dude, I'm typing this up in LJ. Like I know.
Warnings: Yaoi (dur), mentioned char death, angst yeyz
Summary: For the DC Yaoi comm 2nd anniversary challenge, "Red And Black". Watch me fail!
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In truth, while he didn't like to admit it, they were very alike.
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He didn't like to see her cry, but there was no way around it. For her to be safe, this was the only path available to them. He had to see her happy, even if it meant they'd never be together again. Faking his death hadn't been easy, nor preparing himself to see the results of his handiwork - and her tears.
But, as he peered out of the shadows, she wasn't crying.
Not crying. Not shouting. Not showing any grief.
She just looked up at the blue sky without saying anything.
Well, even if it was a deep wound now, it would fade with time. She would be safe from them, and that was all that mattered. They would have no reason to reach their hands for her. And even if she never forgot him, like he wished...
No matter how angry she got, how much she cried, or how much she missed him, certainly, one day...she would be happy. Forever.
Smiling a bit sardonically to himself, he turned on his heel and walked away.
---
It was night. But then, he had little use for the passage of time anymore. Day or night, rain or shine, he had a mission. When he was awake, he worked on his mission. It was a dream-like life - work every second, only pausing to take care of life's needs like food and sleep. He ate when he was hungry, slept when he was tired, and spent every other moment on his quest.
He wondered if this was how hunting animals in the wild lived their lives.
Well, no use worrying about it. He had work to do. And other worries - he was late. For someone who prided himself on absolute punctuality in appearances, this was very odd.
But, no time to fret. Just keep working, and keeping eyes on the clock, counting the minutes until he deigned to show his face.
He managed to convince himself, and soon he was lost in his work - so much that the sound of the window sliding open and a soft clatter startled him into jumping and whirling around. When he saw the source of the disturbance, he glared.
"You're late. By--"
"By thirty-four minutes and twenty-three seconds, yes, I know. I'm tired, so please spare me the lecture. I just ran into some of them and had to do some fancy footwork to escape them." Kid leaned against the window frame with a sigh.
Irritation immediately faded into concern, and Shinichi stood up and padded towards Kid, reaching to stroke the other's face. "Are you okay?"
A faint smile. "Yes, meitantei, just fine. Just tired, and I'd like to sleep." Suddenly a spark of mischievious life sprung into Kid's eyes, and arms suddenly found their way around Shinichi's waist. "Well, first I'll ravish you, then I'll sleep."
The blush was instinctive, he couldn't help it. But he could certainly give the thief a hard time getting him into bed, for embarrassing him. "I'm busy. Take a rain check, I have better things to do than get molested by a thief." He tried, rather half-heartedly, to slide out of Kid's arms. The tightened grip and grin on Kid's face told him that Kid had realised how half-hearted it had been. Damn.
"Oh, it can wait...you work even more than I do at chipping away at the organization. I'm just going to force time into your schedule for molesting. Like now." And he tugged Shinichi's face towards his.
Well, it had been a long day. And he was glad Kid was home safe. His work could wait a bit, he decided, as he closed his eyes and responded fully to Kid's advances.
There would be tomorrow. There always was tomorrow. The tomorrows never ended for them, no matter how tiring.
---
Laying in the bed, limbs intertwined, Shinichi idly traced patterns on Kid's chest. Taking a deep breath, he drudged up the courage to ask something he'd been wanting to ever since he'd known Kid's plans for today.
"...Kaito?"
"Mmn?" His reply was sleepy and pliant, and Shinichi loathed to destroy that comfort - they worked far too much, and saw far too much, that their moments of peace were brief and far apart. But he had to know.
"Did she cry?"
Silence for a moment. Then a sigh, and fingers reached up to stroke Shinichi's hair. At least he hadn't angered Kaito. Then again, Kaito knew very well why Shinichi had asked.
After all, she had cried, as if her heart had been breaking. It probably had been.
"...No. No she didn't."
He titled his head up to look at Kaito, slightly confused. "She didn't?"
"Nope."
"Why--" Fingers were over his mouth, fingers that were then replaced by a mouth. Well, if he didn't want to talk about it, then Shinichi wouldn't press it. He was too comfortable to upset Kaito at the moment.
They simply kissed for a while, enjoying the closeness for the other. After a moment's silence, Kaito asked his own question.
"You always wear red lately."
Shinichi was long in answering. That answer was short and simple, but full of meaning and past pain. "It's her favorite color. And it was hers. Both of them loved red."
One girl, who had been left behind for her own safety, just like the girl Kaito had left today, who had done nothing but look towards the heavens. And one, who Shinichi had pledged to set things right for her as he'd held her tiny, cold hand.
It was never enough. No matter what they did, it was never enough. Just a bright speck of color, of pained red, against an all-consuming, all-encrushing black.
But, for them, that night in the winter moonlight, it was enough.
---
Not just their faces. Not just their voices. No, what was most alike were their dreams...long-lost to them, but still providing a spark of hope in the darkness. Hopeless now, but...
The world's best detective.
The world's best magician.
Maybe, maybe, when this was all over...
---
Searching for the key to open twilight, I cry, unable to reach the moon's shadow. Where am I going?
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Yeah suck. Props to those who guessed which song I was listening to on repeat while I wrote it!
For the record, I am making this story randomly up as I write it. Have fun.
Title: January's Moon
Fandom: DC/MK
Pairing: Kaishin, yeyz
Length: Dude, I'm typing this up in LJ. Like I know.
Warnings: Yaoi (dur), mentioned char death, angst yeyz
Summary: For the DC Yaoi comm 2nd anniversary challenge, "Red And Black". Watch me fail!
------
In truth, while he didn't like to admit it, they were very alike.
---
He didn't like to see her cry, but there was no way around it. For her to be safe, this was the only path available to them. He had to see her happy, even if it meant they'd never be together again. Faking his death hadn't been easy, nor preparing himself to see the results of his handiwork - and her tears.
But, as he peered out of the shadows, she wasn't crying.
Not crying. Not shouting. Not showing any grief.
She just looked up at the blue sky without saying anything.
Well, even if it was a deep wound now, it would fade with time. She would be safe from them, and that was all that mattered. They would have no reason to reach their hands for her. And even if she never forgot him, like he wished...
No matter how angry she got, how much she cried, or how much she missed him, certainly, one day...she would be happy. Forever.
Smiling a bit sardonically to himself, he turned on his heel and walked away.
---
It was night. But then, he had little use for the passage of time anymore. Day or night, rain or shine, he had a mission. When he was awake, he worked on his mission. It was a dream-like life - work every second, only pausing to take care of life's needs like food and sleep. He ate when he was hungry, slept when he was tired, and spent every other moment on his quest.
He wondered if this was how hunting animals in the wild lived their lives.
Well, no use worrying about it. He had work to do. And other worries - he was late. For someone who prided himself on absolute punctuality in appearances, this was very odd.
But, no time to fret. Just keep working, and keeping eyes on the clock, counting the minutes until he deigned to show his face.
He managed to convince himself, and soon he was lost in his work - so much that the sound of the window sliding open and a soft clatter startled him into jumping and whirling around. When he saw the source of the disturbance, he glared.
"You're late. By--"
"By thirty-four minutes and twenty-three seconds, yes, I know. I'm tired, so please spare me the lecture. I just ran into some of them and had to do some fancy footwork to escape them." Kid leaned against the window frame with a sigh.
Irritation immediately faded into concern, and Shinichi stood up and padded towards Kid, reaching to stroke the other's face. "Are you okay?"
A faint smile. "Yes, meitantei, just fine. Just tired, and I'd like to sleep." Suddenly a spark of mischievious life sprung into Kid's eyes, and arms suddenly found their way around Shinichi's waist. "Well, first I'll ravish you, then I'll sleep."
The blush was instinctive, he couldn't help it. But he could certainly give the thief a hard time getting him into bed, for embarrassing him. "I'm busy. Take a rain check, I have better things to do than get molested by a thief." He tried, rather half-heartedly, to slide out of Kid's arms. The tightened grip and grin on Kid's face told him that Kid had realised how half-hearted it had been. Damn.
"Oh, it can wait...you work even more than I do at chipping away at the organization. I'm just going to force time into your schedule for molesting. Like now." And he tugged Shinichi's face towards his.
Well, it had been a long day. And he was glad Kid was home safe. His work could wait a bit, he decided, as he closed his eyes and responded fully to Kid's advances.
There would be tomorrow. There always was tomorrow. The tomorrows never ended for them, no matter how tiring.
---
Laying in the bed, limbs intertwined, Shinichi idly traced patterns on Kid's chest. Taking a deep breath, he drudged up the courage to ask something he'd been wanting to ever since he'd known Kid's plans for today.
"...Kaito?"
"Mmn?" His reply was sleepy and pliant, and Shinichi loathed to destroy that comfort - they worked far too much, and saw far too much, that their moments of peace were brief and far apart. But he had to know.
"Did she cry?"
Silence for a moment. Then a sigh, and fingers reached up to stroke Shinichi's hair. At least he hadn't angered Kaito. Then again, Kaito knew very well why Shinichi had asked.
After all, she had cried, as if her heart had been breaking. It probably had been.
"...No. No she didn't."
He titled his head up to look at Kaito, slightly confused. "She didn't?"
"Nope."
"Why--" Fingers were over his mouth, fingers that were then replaced by a mouth. Well, if he didn't want to talk about it, then Shinichi wouldn't press it. He was too comfortable to upset Kaito at the moment.
They simply kissed for a while, enjoying the closeness for the other. After a moment's silence, Kaito asked his own question.
"You always wear red lately."
Shinichi was long in answering. That answer was short and simple, but full of meaning and past pain. "It's her favorite color. And it was hers. Both of them loved red."
One girl, who had been left behind for her own safety, just like the girl Kaito had left today, who had done nothing but look towards the heavens. And one, who Shinichi had pledged to set things right for her as he'd held her tiny, cold hand.
It was never enough. No matter what they did, it was never enough. Just a bright speck of color, of pained red, against an all-consuming, all-encrushing black.
But, for them, that night in the winter moonlight, it was enough.
---
Not just their faces. Not just their voices. No, what was most alike were their dreams...long-lost to them, but still providing a spark of hope in the darkness. Hopeless now, but...
The world's best detective.
The world's best magician.
Maybe, maybe, when this was all over...
---
Searching for the key to open twilight, I cry, unable to reach the moon's shadow. Where am I going?
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Yeah suck. Props to those who guessed which song I was listening to on repeat while I wrote it!
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Date: 2007-08-05 08:55 am (UTC)>twacks RHK over the head for laughing<
Sorry about that, but RHK wrote the next chapter for MoI and the whole Red and Black theme going on at the dc_yaoi community somehow fit, despite the lack of good blatant yaoi. /shakes head/ RHK really should sleep sometime...though it is weird to see someone hyper with the less sleep they have...with no sugar or caffeine added... Anyway, according to what RHK said, the next chapter of MoI and a short story are written down on paper, they just need to be typed up on the computer now...which takes forever when other people keep on getting on. Hopefully by Monday morning (at which time we leave for Japan) they will be posted. Keep your fingers crossed.
Anyway, as for your story...
I like it...and for some reason, I am disturbed by that fact...
Maybe because it is at least decently written. Such bittersweet stories are usually not my favorites...but I do like this one...oh well, bed time for me...
-SW