Fic: Someone Else's Story (1/1) (PG-13)
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dcmk_yaoiTitle: Someone Else's Story
Authour: Saitaina
Themes: #22: Resemblance
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Saguru Hakuba, Kaito Kuroba, Snake, Vermouth, Aoko
Disclaimer: Not mine, and I think they're happy about it.
WARNINGS: Character death
Note: Part of Finis
Summary: Is it really you, or is it another name and face?
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Someone Else's Story
Long ago
In someone else's lifetime
Someone with my name
Who looked a lot like me
It wasn't that hard to confuse him for someone else, he was a master at tricking you into believing he was someone entirely different then who he really was. But those were times when he did it intentionally, when he forced your mind away from what it knew and into a completely different track of accepting the lie he so carefully performed for you.
This...this was not a performance.
This was a nightmare.
"It's been a long time, Toichi."
He swallowed, not looking at the man behind him, those shadowed blue eyes burning into mine. "Not long enough, Snake." His voice was cool, even, in-spite of the gun pressed uncomfortably close to his head.
"Drop the gun and raise your hands!" Both stared at me as if I had lost my mind, which I was starting to question myself. After dealing with him so long, it wasn't that hard to believe that some of his insanity had rubbed off on me.
"Who is your little friend?"
His eyes flickered to the side before returning to me, and I could see the wheels turning over in his mind. I doubted that even that madly brilliant brain could come up with something to make the gun imprinting his scalp vanish. "Inspector Hakuba, Investigative Group Two."
"Hakuba, huh? Isn't he your son's lover?"
Son? Guess that would go with the whole 'Toichi' thing, honestly, this man was an idiot.
"He is..."
"Wonder how much it would hurt, to lose not only a father, but a lover as well."
Okay first of all, get AWAY from his ear. My ear. Second of all, HELL NO.
"I won't tell you again, drop the gun and put your hands in the air!"
"And just what will you do if I don't, Inspector Hakuba? Can you fire that pretty little revolver before I blow his brains all over you?"
He was staring at me again, a desperate plea in his eyes. I had no idea what he was begging for, no idea which way to move. "Release him." God I hated the desperate note in my own voice.
The man shifted the gun, pressing it harder against his head, causing him to wince, those beautiful eyes closing as the gun pressed to his head was cocked, the un-necessary sound loud in the silence. I swallowed, raising my own weapon higher, sighting down the sight on the barrel, trying to focus on the man's head and not his.
His eyes opened, staring at me again, and I had to smile as his mouth opened, forming the words 'good.." I wasn't about to let him finish. My gun fire and he crumbled, cursing as he clutched his bloody thigh. The man's gun fire a split second after mine and fire erupted from my face. Forcing the fiery pain from my mind, I shifted my gun again, preparing to fire another shot when someone beat me, a bullet slicing easily through the man's head, dropping the giant.
Stumbling, gun sliding from my hand, I moved towards him, falling to my knees before I made it even two steps. He instead crawled to me, dragging his damaged leg behind him. He cradled my jaw in his hands, staring at me. At least, I think he was staring at me. The vision from my right eye was gone, and the left wasn't much better. "Kaito..."
"Shh, where's your radio?"
"P..p..." The words wouldn't come out, slurring.
"I've already called, the ambulance is on it's way."
"Aoko..."
A blurry shape knelt next to us and my head turned into a new set of hands. Something gentle brushed my cheek and the pain exploded again, my vision vanishing completely as darkness claimed me.
--
He survived long enough to have the bullet removed from the back of his neck. Long enough for me to hold his hand as he died. I was the only one there with him, no one else had made it in time. I had to tell his parents he had died.
He was buried with all the honors he deserved, or so I heard, I didn't attend the funeral, I was still in the hospital, infection from the wound he gave me. Aoko said it was beautiful...like him.
It's the first time visiting his grave. I can't tell if the urge to vomit is from grief or from the pain in my leg. He would laugh and tell it me it was probably from the three bags of chocolate kisses I ate this morning...if he were here.
There's a crunch of gravel behind me and I turned, staring at the beautiful blond woman approaching. She's every bit the grieving widow, from her perfect black suit to the hat and veil over her face. I would buy it, if I had ever seen her before in my life. She's not here to grieve, she's here to see Saguru...or myself.
It's not the first time, I wished I could take a step back easily on these damn crutches. But this isn't like avoiding Aoko's hugs, this is a sense of danger screaming in my brain. She pauses next to me, staring down at the headstone, a gloved hand coming up to dab at her non-existent tears with a lacy handkerchief. She knelt, laying something at the bottom of the headstone before standing and turning to leave.
"Why are you here?" I had to ask, the curiosity burning in my throat.
She stopped and turned her head, looking at me over the corner of her shoulder. "You did us a favor, we do like to return it."
"I didn't do anything, but lost him. Someone else killed Snake."
"But your events set it in motion, Kuroba Kaito. Enjoy your peace...while you can."
"Do you enjoy playing with people, Vermouth?"
She smiled, a flash of white on red, before turning back to the black car waiting for her. "Quite."
I watched her go, watched until that black car had vanished and the dust was settling in it's wake. It wasn't until everything was calm and peaceful before I turned around again, ready to say my final good-byes...only to find a small brown leather case resting on the grave, wrapped in a delicate gold chain.
Kneeling carefully I picked up the leather case and with difficulty, un-wound the chain from the case and opened it, staring at the carefully written notes, addresses and photos pasted into the journal. Eyes widening, a slow smile spread across my face as I flipped through the pages. "Tantei-kun's going to flip out..."
Fin
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And for the challenge:
Authour: Saitaina
Themes: #22: Resemblance
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Saguru Hakuba, Kaito Kuroba, Snake, Vermouth, Aoko
Disclaimer: Not mine, and I think they're happy about it.
WARNINGS: Character death
Note: Part of Finis
Summary: Is it really you, or is it another name and face?
--
Someone Else's Story
Long ago
In someone else's lifetime
Someone with my name
Who looked a lot like me
It wasn't that hard to confuse him for someone else, he was a master at tricking you into believing he was someone entirely different then who he really was. But those were times when he did it intentionally, when he forced your mind away from what it knew and into a completely different track of accepting the lie he so carefully performed for you.
This...this was not a performance.
This was a nightmare.
"It's been a long time, Toichi."
He swallowed, not looking at the man behind him, those shadowed blue eyes burning into mine. "Not long enough, Snake." His voice was cool, even, in-spite of the gun pressed uncomfortably close to his head.
"Drop the gun and raise your hands!" Both stared at me as if I had lost my mind, which I was starting to question myself. After dealing with him so long, it wasn't that hard to believe that some of his insanity had rubbed off on me.
"Who is your little friend?"
His eyes flickered to the side before returning to me, and I could see the wheels turning over in his mind. I doubted that even that madly brilliant brain could come up with something to make the gun imprinting his scalp vanish. "Inspector Hakuba, Investigative Group Two."
"Hakuba, huh? Isn't he your son's lover?"
Son? Guess that would go with the whole 'Toichi' thing, honestly, this man was an idiot.
"He is..."
"Wonder how much it would hurt, to lose not only a father, but a lover as well."
Okay first of all, get AWAY from his ear. My ear. Second of all, HELL NO.
"I won't tell you again, drop the gun and put your hands in the air!"
"And just what will you do if I don't, Inspector Hakuba? Can you fire that pretty little revolver before I blow his brains all over you?"
He was staring at me again, a desperate plea in his eyes. I had no idea what he was begging for, no idea which way to move. "Release him." God I hated the desperate note in my own voice.
The man shifted the gun, pressing it harder against his head, causing him to wince, those beautiful eyes closing as the gun pressed to his head was cocked, the un-necessary sound loud in the silence. I swallowed, raising my own weapon higher, sighting down the sight on the barrel, trying to focus on the man's head and not his.
His eyes opened, staring at me again, and I had to smile as his mouth opened, forming the words 'good.." I wasn't about to let him finish. My gun fire and he crumbled, cursing as he clutched his bloody thigh. The man's gun fire a split second after mine and fire erupted from my face. Forcing the fiery pain from my mind, I shifted my gun again, preparing to fire another shot when someone beat me, a bullet slicing easily through the man's head, dropping the giant.
Stumbling, gun sliding from my hand, I moved towards him, falling to my knees before I made it even two steps. He instead crawled to me, dragging his damaged leg behind him. He cradled my jaw in his hands, staring at me. At least, I think he was staring at me. The vision from my right eye was gone, and the left wasn't much better. "Kaito..."
"Shh, where's your radio?"
"P..p..." The words wouldn't come out, slurring.
"I've already called, the ambulance is on it's way."
"Aoko..."
A blurry shape knelt next to us and my head turned into a new set of hands. Something gentle brushed my cheek and the pain exploded again, my vision vanishing completely as darkness claimed me.
--
He survived long enough to have the bullet removed from the back of his neck. Long enough for me to hold his hand as he died. I was the only one there with him, no one else had made it in time. I had to tell his parents he had died.
He was buried with all the honors he deserved, or so I heard, I didn't attend the funeral, I was still in the hospital, infection from the wound he gave me. Aoko said it was beautiful...like him.
It's the first time visiting his grave. I can't tell if the urge to vomit is from grief or from the pain in my leg. He would laugh and tell it me it was probably from the three bags of chocolate kisses I ate this morning...if he were here.
There's a crunch of gravel behind me and I turned, staring at the beautiful blond woman approaching. She's every bit the grieving widow, from her perfect black suit to the hat and veil over her face. I would buy it, if I had ever seen her before in my life. She's not here to grieve, she's here to see Saguru...or myself.
It's not the first time, I wished I could take a step back easily on these damn crutches. But this isn't like avoiding Aoko's hugs, this is a sense of danger screaming in my brain. She pauses next to me, staring down at the headstone, a gloved hand coming up to dab at her non-existent tears with a lacy handkerchief. She knelt, laying something at the bottom of the headstone before standing and turning to leave.
"Why are you here?" I had to ask, the curiosity burning in my throat.
She stopped and turned her head, looking at me over the corner of her shoulder. "You did us a favor, we do like to return it."
"I didn't do anything, but lost him. Someone else killed Snake."
"But your events set it in motion, Kuroba Kaito. Enjoy your peace...while you can."
"Do you enjoy playing with people, Vermouth?"
She smiled, a flash of white on red, before turning back to the black car waiting for her. "Quite."
I watched her go, watched until that black car had vanished and the dust was settling in it's wake. It wasn't until everything was calm and peaceful before I turned around again, ready to say my final good-byes...only to find a small brown leather case resting on the grave, wrapped in a delicate gold chain.
Kneeling carefully I picked up the leather case and with difficulty, un-wound the chain from the case and opened it, staring at the carefully written notes, addresses and photos pasted into the journal. Eyes widening, a slow smile spread across my face as I flipped through the pages. "Tantei-kun's going to flip out..."
Fin
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And for the challenge:
