FIC: Vainglorious
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dcmk_yaoiTitle: Vainglorious
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: Full Story: NC-17/ Chapter: PG-13
Characters: Kuroba Kaito, Kaitou Kid, Hakuba Saguru
Pairings: Kaitou Kid/Kuroba Kaito, Kaitou Kid/Hakuba Saguru
Summary: What if the eight year lock never opened? Kaito finds his inheritance was left to someone else, and with the rug pulled out from beneath him, he has to struggle to catch up, or live forever in Kid's shadow.
Notes: This was supposed to be a one, maybe two-shot...then Saguru and Kid mugged me in a dark alley with plot.
Chapter Information:
Title: Exposition
Summary: Kaito's angry, Saguru smirks a lot and there's a thief in there somewhere.
Chapter Three: Exposition
ex·po·si·tion
–noun (in a play, novel, etc.) dialogue, description, etc., that gives the audience or reader the background of the characters and the present situation.
Arsène is your father's son...
A year or so before we got married, Toichi was working on something in Paris for a group of people you're better off not knowing anything about. As part of the role, they needed a child, a son for your father.
As you were not yet born and to hire an actor for such a job was…undesirable at best, they paid a young prostitute 82,000yen for her five-year-old son and forged the paperwork making Toichi's alias his father.
When the job was over…when the role was over, they were left with the very human mistake they had made. Toichi brought Arsène home, refusing to return the boy to the streets. When I got pregnant with you, Jii offered to raise Arsène, and we agreed.
Kaito sat on the low wall of the garden in front of his school, staring at Arsène and Saguru, frowning as he turned his mother's words over in his head. He still wasn't sure how he felt about it, sharing his father with someone else.
They weren't related, either legally or by blood, but it still felt…odd to Kaito. Toichi had considered Arsène to be his on, and Arsène considered Toichi his father and Chikage his mother (despite having another mother somewhere in Paris), even though it had been Jii who had really raised the boy, once Kaito had come into the picture.
Kaito shook his head violently, trying to focus. It didn't mater, he was his father's son, and no one, and not even some thief could take that from him. It didn't matter if Arsène had been Toichi's older son, it didn't mater that Arsène knew everything about his father…
He was still Kuroba Kaito, and his father loved him.
Didn't he?
--
"How is he dealing with it?" Saguru asked, watching Kaito brood out of the corner of his eye as he ate the lunch Kid had prepared for him.
Kid shrugged, lying back in the grass, keeping an eye out for teachers considering he tossed his visitor's badge on the roof the second he left the front office. "As well as he can, I think he's having a bit of an identity crisis, but hell if I know or care,"
Saguru raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend before stabbing a radish that was taunting him by rolling all over the box before he could grab it. "Didn't your father ask you to care before he died?"
"The old man said to protect him, not care. Thus, I don't have to," Kid said with a smirk, wincing as Saguru hit him. "Geeze, fine, I care, but I can't handle kids. Mom is there to pick up the pieces, so why should I have to?"
"First of all, he's seventeen, not a kid…and you're only six years older then us so stop it. Secondly, weither or not you two embrace this relationship; you do share the same house, in a sense, and the same family. You really should help him if just to keep the drama to a minimum. Not to mention, he knows who you are, what's to keep him from using his emotions as an excuse to turn you in?"
"He's a Kid fan…"
"He's also your…whatever the hell you're going to be with him. He could just as easily switch sides and betray you. Especially since he still doesn't know what you are doing."
Kid sighed, resting an arm over his eyes. "I never should have kissed him,"
"No, you shouldn't have, but this still would have happened eventually." Saguru said, turning his gaze fully on Kaito as the other teen started to eat.
--
"What do you want?" Kaito asked not looking up from his homework.
"I can't use the door?" Arsène asked, leaning against Toichi's portrait.
"Your apartment has a street entrance, so no. Now, what do you want?"
"What, exactly, are your intentions?" Arsène asked, all but throwing himself on Kaito's bed.
"With what, you're the one who molested me," Kaito asked, finally turning in his chair to look at the older man.
"That's not what I meant. What are your intentions, now that you know who I am? Are you going to tell Aoko or her father?"
Kaito turned back to his homework. "So that's what you're worried about." He went silent long enough that Arsène actually started squirming slightly. "Relax, you said you have a reason, and if Saguru believes it's a good enough reason then I'll leave you do it," Kaito finally said, smirking at Arsène's nerves.
He then paused, fingering his pent for a moment before spinning around slowly to face Arsène. "If you do anything to ruin my father's name, I will make sure you never find a way out of prison."
"Our father, and I would never do anything to harm him, you should know that,"
"No, I shouldn't." Kaito said. "I don't know anything about you after all." Kaito turned back to his homework, cursing as he erased what he had written, frustrated by the problem on the paper.
Arsène raised an eyebrow, standing and sitting on Kaito's desk, staring at the paper. "It's thirty-two,"
"What?" Kaito snapped before looking at the paper again, realizing Arsène was right. "You understand this?"
"Of course…why, does ickle Kaito need help?"
Kaito growled, pushing Arsène off his desk. "Just shut up and tell me what I'm supposed to be doing,"
--
Kaito glanced up as the blond detective took a seat next to him, raising an eyebrow before returning to his newspaper, making a plan to ignore the person whom he blamed for bringing Arsène into his life.
Okay, so honestly a lot more people were better candidates for that title, but at that moment, Saguru was there and easier to blame. And irrationality suited him better at the moment then conscious thought and action.
"You don't look good," Saguru commented, pulling out his History book, glancing at Kaito under his bangs. "Are you even sleeping?"
"Not that it's any of your concern, but yes," Kaito snapped, then glared at a tree, annoyed he had bothered to give the detective a response.
Saguru sighed, opening the book to the chapter he wanted, removing a highlighter from his bag. "You don't have to be angry with us, you know."
"And who should I be angry at then?" Kaito asked in a growl, finally looking at Saguru. "My father? My mother? Jii? They didn't betray me; they didn't lie to my face every moment since I met them. You have. You told the world I was Kaitou fucking Kid, while the whole time screwing him into the mattress. You told us that you came here to catch that bastard and instead you're helping him."
"We have reasons…"
"Yes, reasons. Reasons that you can't tell me, reasons that my father told you not to tell me. Reasons that somehow magically make all of this better, yet some how is still destroying everything in my life." Kaito stood, anger causing his body to tremble as he clenched his hands into fists, searching desperately for that calm that his father always lectured about when he spoke of magic and masks. "Right now I hate you, so yes, I can be angry at you," Kaito turned, stomping away, only to be brought up frozen by Saguru's calm voice.
"Your father…was the original Kaitou Kid," Saguru said, marking a line of text in his textbook before flicking his bangs from his eyes, looking up at Kaito's back. He studied the magician's tense lines, a small smirk curling at the corner of his lip before he forced it away. "I figured, that your mother did not tell you everything," Saguru shrugged, returning to the book in his lap. "Perhaps, there are better candidates for you to be angry at, then a friend."
"You….are not my friend," Kaito ground out, stamping on the impulse to turn and slug Saguru's smirking face.
"Perhaps."
--
His father was not the Kaitou Kid.
It was impossible, un-imaginable, and more importantly, a dirty little lie that that bastard had made up, just to get under his skin. Like every other poisoned lie that dripped from Saguru's lips.
It didn't even make sense, which was all the more frustrating. Kuroba Toichi had been a world famous magician, something that you didn't get by running around in the middle of the night in a white tuxedo…
But Kaitou Kid was internationally Infamous…wanted in twelve countries…a traitorous part of his brain whispered. Not to mention a pretty damn good magician…
Kuroba Toichi was loaded…well off enough for his two remaining family members to live comfortably for eight years and own a home in a city were land was at a premium, not to mention his mother's trips around the world to see other magicians.
Kaitou Kid never kept anything he stole…always returning the most priceless gems and artifacts…
Kuroba Toichi didn't have time to be Kaitou Kid; he was too busy being a father, a husband, a magician…
Kaitou Kid disappeared eight years ago…
Kuroba Toichi died eight years ago…
Arsène Lupin was Kaitou Kid
Kuroba Toichi, under the name Maurice Lupin adopted Arsène and raised him…training him…
"My father was a thief?" Kaito whispered, staring up at the large oil painting of his father, eyes wide.
"The best in the world," Arsène said from the window where he was lounging, apparently stalking the teenager again. "He was also murdered."
"What the hell are you on about?" Kaito asked, shoving his surprise and shock down under a mask of anger, stomping over to the window and ripping his stuffed dove from Arsène's hands before storming away and throwing himself on the bed.
"Our father was murdered, or did that escape your notice like everything else?" Arsène asked, raising an eyebrow over his sunglasses.
"Get out of my room!" Kaito snapped, glaring at the older man.
"No, now come with me." Arsène said, grabbing Kaito's wrist, and pulling the teenager out the window and forcibly down the ladder.
--
"Will you stop grabbing my ass?" Kaito growled.
"Well it's rather hard when you're going so slowly," Arsène muttered and gave Kaito another shove, trying to get the teenager through the air-vent sometime within the current century. "Jesus, lose some weight tubby,"
"Not all of us can be skeletons," Kaito muttered, wiggling more in order to keep Arsène from touching him. He finally made it to the grate, popping it open and dropping down into the evidence room below them, almost knocking over a mannequin that had been standing guard.
Arsène flipped out after Kaito, righting the mannequin before it could fall and alert the officer outside. "Come on," he hissed, dragging Kaito towards where he knew the files on Toichi's death were stored. He could have just shown the boy his own copies, but it was more interesting to see just how Kaito could handle himself.
Apparently, not very well.
Kaito was not what Arsène had expected at all when he had been picturing the boy. He had honestly expected a miniature version of himself, a trained and ready assistant to his show.
Instead he found a moody, un-cooperative and un-coordinated amateur magician whom knew nothing about the other world he and his father had operated in…and knew none of the tricks of the trade.
Arsène needed help, and for all that Saguru was…he wasn't a thief. He wasn't a Kuroba , and that was what Arsène needed at his back. He couldn't keep dodging bullets forever and Pandora was further and further away with each moment.
But, Kaito wasn't anything worth writing home about either, and it frustrated Arsène, to have his plans slowly unravel at his feet. He would have to train Kaito before the boy could be of any use to him as anything other then a cute toy and that would take far longer then he had really planned or cared for.
The evidence locker's door creaked open and instinctively both boys turned, startled. The blond detective stared at the twin card guns pointed at him, his hands in the air, really hoping that the younger of the twins (and that was something Saguru would have to discuss with Arsine…how the hell did they look alike?) didn't have an itchy trigger finger (or sleeping gas laced cards). "Jumpy?"
Arsène removed his finger from the trigger of his card gun, raising it, glancing at Kaito whose eyes were narrowed at Saguru, finger twitching slightly before he moved his gun as well, returning to the file.
"Why are you here, Tantei-san?" Arsène asked, straddling a chair and gesturing for the blond to take a seat.
"I heard elephants in the duct work and decided to come investigate. There's a new mineral in town, a gift my mother sent my father."
"I do not sound like an elephant," Arsène said, insulted.
Saguru smirked, leaning over and stealing a kiss, retrieving something from Arsène's shirt, holding it up. "You do when you're bugged and bang the microphone against the wall every few inches," he teased, slipping the bug into his pocket.
"You mic'd me?"
"I was concerned about what you may or may not say to certain parties," Saguru said loftily, glancing at Kaito's bent head.
"You are a dirty, un-trusting bastard."
"Also known as a detective, your point?"
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: Full Story: NC-17/ Chapter: PG-13
Characters: Kuroba Kaito, Kaitou Kid, Hakuba Saguru
Pairings: Kaitou Kid/Kuroba Kaito, Kaitou Kid/Hakuba Saguru
Summary: What if the eight year lock never opened? Kaito finds his inheritance was left to someone else, and with the rug pulled out from beneath him, he has to struggle to catch up, or live forever in Kid's shadow.
Notes: This was supposed to be a one, maybe two-shot...then Saguru and Kid mugged me in a dark alley with plot.
Chapter Information:
Title: Exposition
Summary: Kaito's angry, Saguru smirks a lot and there's a thief in there somewhere.
Chapter Three: Exposition
ex·po·si·tion
–noun (in a play, novel, etc.) dialogue, description, etc., that gives the audience or reader the background of the characters and the present situation.
Arsène is your father's son...
A year or so before we got married, Toichi was working on something in Paris for a group of people you're better off not knowing anything about. As part of the role, they needed a child, a son for your father.
As you were not yet born and to hire an actor for such a job was…undesirable at best, they paid a young prostitute 82,000yen for her five-year-old son and forged the paperwork making Toichi's alias his father.
When the job was over…when the role was over, they were left with the very human mistake they had made. Toichi brought Arsène home, refusing to return the boy to the streets. When I got pregnant with you, Jii offered to raise Arsène, and we agreed.
Kaito sat on the low wall of the garden in front of his school, staring at Arsène and Saguru, frowning as he turned his mother's words over in his head. He still wasn't sure how he felt about it, sharing his father with someone else.
They weren't related, either legally or by blood, but it still felt…odd to Kaito. Toichi had considered Arsène to be his on, and Arsène considered Toichi his father and Chikage his mother (despite having another mother somewhere in Paris), even though it had been Jii who had really raised the boy, once Kaito had come into the picture.
Kaito shook his head violently, trying to focus. It didn't mater, he was his father's son, and no one, and not even some thief could take that from him. It didn't matter if Arsène had been Toichi's older son, it didn't mater that Arsène knew everything about his father…
He was still Kuroba Kaito, and his father loved him.
Didn't he?
--
"How is he dealing with it?" Saguru asked, watching Kaito brood out of the corner of his eye as he ate the lunch Kid had prepared for him.
Kid shrugged, lying back in the grass, keeping an eye out for teachers considering he tossed his visitor's badge on the roof the second he left the front office. "As well as he can, I think he's having a bit of an identity crisis, but hell if I know or care,"
Saguru raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend before stabbing a radish that was taunting him by rolling all over the box before he could grab it. "Didn't your father ask you to care before he died?"
"The old man said to protect him, not care. Thus, I don't have to," Kid said with a smirk, wincing as Saguru hit him. "Geeze, fine, I care, but I can't handle kids. Mom is there to pick up the pieces, so why should I have to?"
"First of all, he's seventeen, not a kid…and you're only six years older then us so stop it. Secondly, weither or not you two embrace this relationship; you do share the same house, in a sense, and the same family. You really should help him if just to keep the drama to a minimum. Not to mention, he knows who you are, what's to keep him from using his emotions as an excuse to turn you in?"
"He's a Kid fan…"
"He's also your…whatever the hell you're going to be with him. He could just as easily switch sides and betray you. Especially since he still doesn't know what you are doing."
Kid sighed, resting an arm over his eyes. "I never should have kissed him,"
"No, you shouldn't have, but this still would have happened eventually." Saguru said, turning his gaze fully on Kaito as the other teen started to eat.
--
"What do you want?" Kaito asked not looking up from his homework.
"I can't use the door?" Arsène asked, leaning against Toichi's portrait.
"Your apartment has a street entrance, so no. Now, what do you want?"
"What, exactly, are your intentions?" Arsène asked, all but throwing himself on Kaito's bed.
"With what, you're the one who molested me," Kaito asked, finally turning in his chair to look at the older man.
"That's not what I meant. What are your intentions, now that you know who I am? Are you going to tell Aoko or her father?"
Kaito turned back to his homework. "So that's what you're worried about." He went silent long enough that Arsène actually started squirming slightly. "Relax, you said you have a reason, and if Saguru believes it's a good enough reason then I'll leave you do it," Kaito finally said, smirking at Arsène's nerves.
He then paused, fingering his pent for a moment before spinning around slowly to face Arsène. "If you do anything to ruin my father's name, I will make sure you never find a way out of prison."
"Our father, and I would never do anything to harm him, you should know that,"
"No, I shouldn't." Kaito said. "I don't know anything about you after all." Kaito turned back to his homework, cursing as he erased what he had written, frustrated by the problem on the paper.
Arsène raised an eyebrow, standing and sitting on Kaito's desk, staring at the paper. "It's thirty-two,"
"What?" Kaito snapped before looking at the paper again, realizing Arsène was right. "You understand this?"
"Of course…why, does ickle Kaito need help?"
Kaito growled, pushing Arsène off his desk. "Just shut up and tell me what I'm supposed to be doing,"
--
Kaito glanced up as the blond detective took a seat next to him, raising an eyebrow before returning to his newspaper, making a plan to ignore the person whom he blamed for bringing Arsène into his life.
Okay, so honestly a lot more people were better candidates for that title, but at that moment, Saguru was there and easier to blame. And irrationality suited him better at the moment then conscious thought and action.
"You don't look good," Saguru commented, pulling out his History book, glancing at Kaito under his bangs. "Are you even sleeping?"
"Not that it's any of your concern, but yes," Kaito snapped, then glared at a tree, annoyed he had bothered to give the detective a response.
Saguru sighed, opening the book to the chapter he wanted, removing a highlighter from his bag. "You don't have to be angry with us, you know."
"And who should I be angry at then?" Kaito asked in a growl, finally looking at Saguru. "My father? My mother? Jii? They didn't betray me; they didn't lie to my face every moment since I met them. You have. You told the world I was Kaitou fucking Kid, while the whole time screwing him into the mattress. You told us that you came here to catch that bastard and instead you're helping him."
"We have reasons…"
"Yes, reasons. Reasons that you can't tell me, reasons that my father told you not to tell me. Reasons that somehow magically make all of this better, yet some how is still destroying everything in my life." Kaito stood, anger causing his body to tremble as he clenched his hands into fists, searching desperately for that calm that his father always lectured about when he spoke of magic and masks. "Right now I hate you, so yes, I can be angry at you," Kaito turned, stomping away, only to be brought up frozen by Saguru's calm voice.
"Your father…was the original Kaitou Kid," Saguru said, marking a line of text in his textbook before flicking his bangs from his eyes, looking up at Kaito's back. He studied the magician's tense lines, a small smirk curling at the corner of his lip before he forced it away. "I figured, that your mother did not tell you everything," Saguru shrugged, returning to the book in his lap. "Perhaps, there are better candidates for you to be angry at, then a friend."
"You….are not my friend," Kaito ground out, stamping on the impulse to turn and slug Saguru's smirking face.
"Perhaps."
--
His father was not the Kaitou Kid.
It was impossible, un-imaginable, and more importantly, a dirty little lie that that bastard had made up, just to get under his skin. Like every other poisoned lie that dripped from Saguru's lips.
It didn't even make sense, which was all the more frustrating. Kuroba Toichi had been a world famous magician, something that you didn't get by running around in the middle of the night in a white tuxedo…
But Kaitou Kid was internationally Infamous…wanted in twelve countries…a traitorous part of his brain whispered. Not to mention a pretty damn good magician…
Kuroba Toichi was loaded…well off enough for his two remaining family members to live comfortably for eight years and own a home in a city were land was at a premium, not to mention his mother's trips around the world to see other magicians.
Kaitou Kid never kept anything he stole…always returning the most priceless gems and artifacts…
Kuroba Toichi didn't have time to be Kaitou Kid; he was too busy being a father, a husband, a magician…
Kaitou Kid disappeared eight years ago…
Kuroba Toichi died eight years ago…
Arsène Lupin was Kaitou Kid
Kuroba Toichi, under the name Maurice Lupin adopted Arsène and raised him…training him…
"My father was a thief?" Kaito whispered, staring up at the large oil painting of his father, eyes wide.
"The best in the world," Arsène said from the window where he was lounging, apparently stalking the teenager again. "He was also murdered."
"What the hell are you on about?" Kaito asked, shoving his surprise and shock down under a mask of anger, stomping over to the window and ripping his stuffed dove from Arsène's hands before storming away and throwing himself on the bed.
"Our father was murdered, or did that escape your notice like everything else?" Arsène asked, raising an eyebrow over his sunglasses.
"Get out of my room!" Kaito snapped, glaring at the older man.
"No, now come with me." Arsène said, grabbing Kaito's wrist, and pulling the teenager out the window and forcibly down the ladder.
--
"Will you stop grabbing my ass?" Kaito growled.
"Well it's rather hard when you're going so slowly," Arsène muttered and gave Kaito another shove, trying to get the teenager through the air-vent sometime within the current century. "Jesus, lose some weight tubby,"
"Not all of us can be skeletons," Kaito muttered, wiggling more in order to keep Arsène from touching him. He finally made it to the grate, popping it open and dropping down into the evidence room below them, almost knocking over a mannequin that had been standing guard.
Arsène flipped out after Kaito, righting the mannequin before it could fall and alert the officer outside. "Come on," he hissed, dragging Kaito towards where he knew the files on Toichi's death were stored. He could have just shown the boy his own copies, but it was more interesting to see just how Kaito could handle himself.
Apparently, not very well.
Kaito was not what Arsène had expected at all when he had been picturing the boy. He had honestly expected a miniature version of himself, a trained and ready assistant to his show.
Instead he found a moody, un-cooperative and un-coordinated amateur magician whom knew nothing about the other world he and his father had operated in…and knew none of the tricks of the trade.
Arsène needed help, and for all that Saguru was…he wasn't a thief. He wasn't a Kuroba , and that was what Arsène needed at his back. He couldn't keep dodging bullets forever and Pandora was further and further away with each moment.
But, Kaito wasn't anything worth writing home about either, and it frustrated Arsène, to have his plans slowly unravel at his feet. He would have to train Kaito before the boy could be of any use to him as anything other then a cute toy and that would take far longer then he had really planned or cared for.
The evidence locker's door creaked open and instinctively both boys turned, startled. The blond detective stared at the twin card guns pointed at him, his hands in the air, really hoping that the younger of the twins (and that was something Saguru would have to discuss with Arsine…how the hell did they look alike?) didn't have an itchy trigger finger (or sleeping gas laced cards). "Jumpy?"
Arsène removed his finger from the trigger of his card gun, raising it, glancing at Kaito whose eyes were narrowed at Saguru, finger twitching slightly before he moved his gun as well, returning to the file.
"Why are you here, Tantei-san?" Arsène asked, straddling a chair and gesturing for the blond to take a seat.
"I heard elephants in the duct work and decided to come investigate. There's a new mineral in town, a gift my mother sent my father."
"I do not sound like an elephant," Arsène said, insulted.
Saguru smirked, leaning over and stealing a kiss, retrieving something from Arsène's shirt, holding it up. "You do when you're bugged and bang the microphone against the wall every few inches," he teased, slipping the bug into his pocket.
"You mic'd me?"
"I was concerned about what you may or may not say to certain parties," Saguru said loftily, glancing at Kaito's bent head.
"You are a dirty, un-trusting bastard."
"Also known as a detective, your point?"
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Date: 2011-04-10 07:10 pm (UTC)"Also known as a detective, your point?"
I absolutely love that part~!