Post by neonquincy1217 on Jun 4, 2017 17:46:22 GMT
A/N: It's funny what strong emotions can do to a person... Like, for example... get an urge to let it out in writing. The idea's been in my head for so long but this is completely a spur-of-the-moment type of thing. So please spare me if it's crappy. It's not as good as my other works.
DISCLAIMER: We love Kaito. But this is dark and depressing, with hints of torture. Also not too nicely-written cos I'm a wreck right now. (Huhu, Pippip! T^T) Title may change without prior notice.
His Darkest Night
Summary: It was his father who taught him to never forget his Poker Face. Only, he never thought there would come a time that that same poker face is going to destroy him.
Words: 2,378 (including the quote from Elie Wiesel)
Characters: K. Kaito, K. Chikage, N. Ginzo, N. Aoko, H. Saguru, K. Akako
Rating: T (for hints of torture)
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
FFN Link: soon
"Never shall I forget that night [...] which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed... Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust..."
-Elie Wiesel, Night
“I just ask you one thing, kid: stay away from my daughter. I won’t tell her anything, she’ll never know and you can keep looking for this gem… Just keep her away from this.”
Inspector Nakamori’s parting words to him that morning echoed inside Kaito’s head over and over, and it did nothing but make the pain worse. Getting injured was hard enough. Getting tortured made that one night much more difficult to forget. And the fact that his cover has been blown for good meant Kaitou Kid’s career is officially over. No more riddles, no more flying and free falling, absolutely no more lies…
And no more seeing Aoko.
He shut his eyes tight upon the thought. He was out-cold for three days since the incident. As per the inspector’s orders, the official information passed on to the public was that Kid had announced he’s going to be on indefinite hiatus. It was a lie sewn together with the help of Hakuba Saguru, who was responsible for finding him. They were the only ones who knew the truth… about the torture and the threat to Kid’s life. Beyond that, they knew nothing, and Kaito’s determined to keep them in that darkness, to keep them out of the crows’ talons, even if it costs him more of his limbs.
Now, Kaito was well aware that during his unconscious state, Aoko had been visiting. It was easy to tell because of the flowers and a little blue “get well soon” card on his bedside table. He wished he could’ve woken up when she visited. Now, however, it’d be nearly impossible to see her, as the inspector already asked him to stay away—and he’s not one to break a promise made to one of the people he respects the most. His only chance is when Aoko drops by on her own accord.
He was staring blankly out the window that gloomy afternoon, lost in thought, when Aoko entered Kaito’s hospital room on the fourth day of his hospitalization. The room smelt heavily of anesthetics and blood; the same way Aoko remembered, except the scent of iron has lessened somehow.
“Kaito?” the girl whispered before entering the room.
Said boy swung his head to the direction of the door once he heard the voice. He knew she would come, only, he didn’t expect it to be this early. He was all-too ready to answer the greeting with his Poker Face in place when the sight of two familiar people followed the brunette.
“I thought you could use the company so I brought Hakuba-kun and Akako-chan with me,” said the inspector’s daughter. Both teenagers nodded in acknowledgement, gleaming like Aoko did.
Kaito’s smile melted in an instant. She was lying and they all know it. Under the pretense of Kaito getting less lonely, Aoko brought their classmates there. To Kaito, it meant more probing and persuading, and it can’t be good… most especially since the crows are involved.
“Hey, Kuroba!” said Hakuba, his voice oddly quivering and void of the smugness Kaito’s so sick of hearing, as he stopped by the foot of the bed.
“How are you feeling?” asked Akako, and Kaito thought the witch’s smile just now look pained.
Kaito remained silent, his empty indigo eyes, more weary than anyone has ever seen, looked back and forth his visitors. For a moment, Aoko thought he would answer, but then he withdrew his gaze and looked down to his hands—or rather, to where one of his hands used to be.
He’s had more nightmares than he can count; most of them involved losing his loved ones—Jii, or his mother, or Aoko, or even dear old Tantei-kun—but not once has he ever had one where he lost his hands.
And it was the thought of it never happening that breaks him, because now, it was more than just a nightmare…
He’s living it.
“Worse,” was his brief reply. To this, the three looked at each other sympathetically.
Hakuba watched his classmate place a good hand on the injury before saying, “Do you… Will you tell us what happened?”
With eyes still on the bandaged arm, Kaito stated coldly, “Find out for yourself, smart guy.”
Akako furrowed her brows at this display. “We’re only trying to help, Kuroba-kun. How can you be so uncooperative?”
“Kaito, whoever did this to you can rot in jail if you’d just tell us. Dad will make sure of that—” said the inspector’s daughter, but an enraged Kaito cut him.
“Like I’ve been saying, Ahoko, I can’t tell you!”
Obviously hurt by the remark, Aoko bit her lip. The magician realized a little too late he shouldn’t have said such a thing and withdrew his gaze.
“Not even to your best friend?” he heard her say.
Kaito froze to her words. He couldn’t look at her. She has suffered enough, and the mere act of looking might make her suffer even more. Instead, he clenched a fist on the blanket in a pathetic attempt to stay composed.
“Kuroba you can’t keep being like this. There could be other people they’re after. Your friends, your mother—”
The magician glared at the blonde at this.
“Yeah, well do something about it! You’re the detective here. I’ll just be in your way. I mean, what magician has one hand missing?”
You’ll be spending the next few minutes giving us answers, Kuroba Toichi, a voice echoed inside Kaito’s head, making him freeze mid-sentence, as the memories of ‘that night’ returned to him. Or would you like us to cut all your fingers off?
“Don’t do it!”
Two men pinned him down by the shoulders. One grabbed him by the hair, making sure he’ll bear witness as another man cuts his fingers off, one by one.
“No, stop!”
The magician’s breath got caught in his throat. Blood rushed through his ears, making him deaf for a moment as his heart beat faster against his chest.
The sharp steel slowly cuts its way through the phantom’s pinky.
Kid attempted to shut his eyes, only to be stopped by the same sinister voice.
As if by impulse, Kaito’s arms reached up to his ears in an attempt to cover up the nonexistent screams.
“Don’t close your eyes, Kid, or you’ll miss it.”
Cold sweat trickled down the high schooler’s forehead. His body trembled upon the recollection of that night—the sharpness of the knife, the guy’s sinister laughter, his screams that pierced through the calmness of the night.
“STOOOP!”
Kaito’s sudden shout pierced through the humid air.
“KAITO!” his three visitors shouted in unison. But before any of them can calm him down, Kaito screamed yet again.
“GET OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
“But we were just—”
“I SAID GET OUT!”
With his screams and in his hysterical state, there were things around him he can’t seem to shake off. There were people in white—doves?—trying to pin him down, there was Hakuba’s genuine look of concern and Akako’s pitying gaze. Perhaps it was the most important thing that he missed… his best friend’s tears.
And as they were escorted out of the room, and the needle pierced through his pale skin, and as drowsiness took over his system, one thought remained…
Don’t.
It was heist night, and Kid was just about to take off with his prize at hand. Everything was going rather smooth—smoother than he expected—until a gunshot wound pierced through his leg, making him unable to escape. The crows then beat him for information he knew nothing of. After all, they were interrogating the wrong person. Eventually, they became tired of it, decided to take their own measures with a sharp blade, and cut him, starting with his left hand.
Inspector Nakamori and his men managed to find Kid just as his kidnappers were finishing off with his sixth finger. Kaito remembered thinking they were cowards for scurrying off just from the sound of the sirens. Under normal circumstances, he’d mock them, laugh as loud as he could and fly off. At that moment, however, all he could do was lie there on the warehouse floor bleeding and dyeing his ivory white suit scarlet.
It was Hakuba who found him just as he felt his consciousness slipping away. He was rushed to the nearest hospital (without his Kid regalia, of course) and taken care of, making sure no one but Hakuba and the inspector knows his nighttime occupation. He was out cold for three days, in which time, the news has reached Chikage and was in the country again in an instant.
As soon as Kaito woke up, the inspector immediately gave him a lengthy talk. He decided he won’t arrest him under the condition that Kaito will make sure Aoko remains oblivious about Kid, and that he’ll stay away from her. To this set-up, he blindly agreed, even though he’s more than against it.
Two whole weeks after, Kaito was finally discharged. Nakamori-keibu gladly gave the Kurobas a ride home. All through the drive, the teenage magician was silent, just looking at the bulk of bandages wrapped around what was once his hand, trying to imagine how it was when he had them, and how it would be like now that it’s gone.
Those days seemed forever ago to him now. His reality is that he’s already missing a hand. More than that, he’s gonna miss a friend, his potential lover… and a life.
The car slowed down to a stop. Once the thanks were in order, Chikage escorted his son to their house and into Kaito’s room. She was just dropping the last of their things when the brunette finally spoke.
“What do I do now, Mom? There’s no way I can double as Kid anymore… much less become a magician,” asked he, head propped up on his pillow, empty eyes glued to the ceiling.
“Nakamori-keibu told me to stay away… to not see Aoko anymore. That bastard Hakuba probably won’t stop investigating those men… He'll get into trouble because of me.”
“Kaito…” the middle-aged woman whispered, trying her best not to sound disheartened. Not now, not anytime soon… Not until Kaito returns to how he was before. She hurriedly paced towards him, placed both hands on either side of his face and told him, “Kaito, honey, look at me… We’ll get through this. We’ll think of something.”
He just stared at her, the uncertainty as clear as day on his tired features.
“What if we can’t?”
Chikage opened her mouth to speak. She had to say something—anything—to convince the both of them that everything’s going to be all right, even if it’s a struggle.
He spoke again just as she was supposed to say something, “I’m ruined, Mom. What am I supposed to be?”
His lips trembled with his voice, “I had no problem with being his shadow. I was more than content to follow his footsteps.”
“Oh Kaito…”
“I can’t live like this. Mom, I can’t…”
“Shhh…” Chikage hushed, stroking Kaito’s hair like she used to when he was little.
“It’s going to be okay. I promise,” said she, her voice quivering, as if on the verge of crying. “Right now you need your sleep. Promise me you’ll sleep, darling…”
To this, Kaito nodded slowly. Chikage curved a sorrowful smile before placing a kiss on her only child’s forehead.
The widowed mother was just about to let herself out of the room when the teen once again spoke.
“Mom… I need you now more than ever. Please don’t leave me again like you did when dad disappeared.”
Chikage paused, eyes on the verge of tears as Kaito repeated…
“Please.”
The woman forced a smile, muttered, “I promise. Good night, love,” before closing the bedroom door.
For a while Kaito laid there contemplating about how it would be from now on. Try as he may to find the answers, his mind ultimately goes back to whether or not the magic would still live on inside him. Finding no answer to the riddle, the restless seventeen-year-old stood up and slowly made his way to his father’s portrait.
He pushed and pushed on it, letting the mechanism do its work without him entering Kid’s secret room—his father’s secret room. As he did he thought, maybe he can still do it, do tricks with one hand, be Kaitou Kid with six less fingers… Maybe later on he can single-handedly bring down the organization responsible for his father’s death—literally.
To that last one Kaito let out a laugh. Only, it sounded different, and it brought with it the taste of metal and salty trails of liquid.
Never forget your poker face, his father used to say. Only, he never thought there would come a time that that same poker face is going to destroy him.
In front of the portrait, he stood as still as a statue, emotionless and void of pain, tears quietly falling from his face.
He broke down soon after, knees hitting the floor, arms leaning on the portrait for support. He was sobbing, and his silent screams tell more tales than the countless times he hid his face from the world.
“I’m sorry… Dad. I—I can’t become… what you want me to be. I don’t even know what I am anymore.”
He was crying like how he would when he was younger, as he told his father’s portrait the bitter fate that befell him.
“They took my hand, Dad. My life… It’s painful. They probably meant to kill me too. I can’t let anyone know, they can’t get involved. Aoko… she’s going to hate me. They’re still out there. They’re going to keep looking for me. I don’t know what to do, Dad.”
And as he waits for the answer from a picture that will never give him any, he mouthed words that he always wanted to scream out loud ever since that fateful night…
“Help me.”
A/N: We read Elie Wiesel's Night for Theology class back in college. It still stands as my most favorite, based-on-a-true-story books of all time. Needless to say it was disturbing, as it was a first hand account on one of history's darkest days... wayyy back during the holocaust. Just a bit of information for you awesome peeps...
I've always wanted to write my take on Kaito losing something important. I don't know if this has been done before but I hope you enjoyed!
As always, reviews are LOVED.
Love,
Quincy
DISCLAIMER: We love Kaito. But this is dark and depressing, with hints of torture. Also not too nicely-written cos I'm a wreck right now. (Huhu, Pippip! T^T) Title may change without prior notice.
His Darkest Night
Summary: It was his father who taught him to never forget his Poker Face. Only, he never thought there would come a time that that same poker face is going to destroy him.
Words: 2,378 (including the quote from Elie Wiesel)
Characters: K. Kaito, K. Chikage, N. Ginzo, N. Aoko, H. Saguru, K. Akako
Rating: T (for hints of torture)
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
FFN Link: soon
HIS DARKEST NIGHT
It was his father who taught him to never forget his Poker Face. Only, he never thought there would come a time that that same poker face is going to destroy him. Written for Poirot Cafe's Themed Writing Competition #34: Night. No pairings.
It was his father who taught him to never forget his Poker Face. Only, he never thought there would come a time that that same poker face is going to destroy him. Written for Poirot Cafe's Themed Writing Competition #34: Night. No pairings.
"Never shall I forget that night [...] which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed... Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust..."
-Elie Wiesel, Night
“I just ask you one thing, kid: stay away from my daughter. I won’t tell her anything, she’ll never know and you can keep looking for this gem… Just keep her away from this.”
Inspector Nakamori’s parting words to him that morning echoed inside Kaito’s head over and over, and it did nothing but make the pain worse. Getting injured was hard enough. Getting tortured made that one night much more difficult to forget. And the fact that his cover has been blown for good meant Kaitou Kid’s career is officially over. No more riddles, no more flying and free falling, absolutely no more lies…
And no more seeing Aoko.
He shut his eyes tight upon the thought. He was out-cold for three days since the incident. As per the inspector’s orders, the official information passed on to the public was that Kid had announced he’s going to be on indefinite hiatus. It was a lie sewn together with the help of Hakuba Saguru, who was responsible for finding him. They were the only ones who knew the truth… about the torture and the threat to Kid’s life. Beyond that, they knew nothing, and Kaito’s determined to keep them in that darkness, to keep them out of the crows’ talons, even if it costs him more of his limbs.
-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-
Now, Kaito was well aware that during his unconscious state, Aoko had been visiting. It was easy to tell because of the flowers and a little blue “get well soon” card on his bedside table. He wished he could’ve woken up when she visited. Now, however, it’d be nearly impossible to see her, as the inspector already asked him to stay away—and he’s not one to break a promise made to one of the people he respects the most. His only chance is when Aoko drops by on her own accord.
He was staring blankly out the window that gloomy afternoon, lost in thought, when Aoko entered Kaito’s hospital room on the fourth day of his hospitalization. The room smelt heavily of anesthetics and blood; the same way Aoko remembered, except the scent of iron has lessened somehow.
“Kaito?” the girl whispered before entering the room.
Said boy swung his head to the direction of the door once he heard the voice. He knew she would come, only, he didn’t expect it to be this early. He was all-too ready to answer the greeting with his Poker Face in place when the sight of two familiar people followed the brunette.
“I thought you could use the company so I brought Hakuba-kun and Akako-chan with me,” said the inspector’s daughter. Both teenagers nodded in acknowledgement, gleaming like Aoko did.
Kaito’s smile melted in an instant. She was lying and they all know it. Under the pretense of Kaito getting less lonely, Aoko brought their classmates there. To Kaito, it meant more probing and persuading, and it can’t be good… most especially since the crows are involved.
“Hey, Kuroba!” said Hakuba, his voice oddly quivering and void of the smugness Kaito’s so sick of hearing, as he stopped by the foot of the bed.
“How are you feeling?” asked Akako, and Kaito thought the witch’s smile just now look pained.
Kaito remained silent, his empty indigo eyes, more weary than anyone has ever seen, looked back and forth his visitors. For a moment, Aoko thought he would answer, but then he withdrew his gaze and looked down to his hands—or rather, to where one of his hands used to be.
He’s had more nightmares than he can count; most of them involved losing his loved ones—Jii, or his mother, or Aoko, or even dear old Tantei-kun—but not once has he ever had one where he lost his hands.
And it was the thought of it never happening that breaks him, because now, it was more than just a nightmare…
He’s living it.
“Worse,” was his brief reply. To this, the three looked at each other sympathetically.
Hakuba watched his classmate place a good hand on the injury before saying, “Do you… Will you tell us what happened?”
With eyes still on the bandaged arm, Kaito stated coldly, “Find out for yourself, smart guy.”
Akako furrowed her brows at this display. “We’re only trying to help, Kuroba-kun. How can you be so uncooperative?”
“Kaito, whoever did this to you can rot in jail if you’d just tell us. Dad will make sure of that—” said the inspector’s daughter, but an enraged Kaito cut him.
“Like I’ve been saying, Ahoko, I can’t tell you!”
Obviously hurt by the remark, Aoko bit her lip. The magician realized a little too late he shouldn’t have said such a thing and withdrew his gaze.
“Not even to your best friend?” he heard her say.
Kaito froze to her words. He couldn’t look at her. She has suffered enough, and the mere act of looking might make her suffer even more. Instead, he clenched a fist on the blanket in a pathetic attempt to stay composed.
“Kuroba you can’t keep being like this. There could be other people they’re after. Your friends, your mother—”
The magician glared at the blonde at this.
“Yeah, well do something about it! You’re the detective here. I’ll just be in your way. I mean, what magician has one hand missing?”
You’ll be spending the next few minutes giving us answers, Kuroba Toichi, a voice echoed inside Kaito’s head, making him freeze mid-sentence, as the memories of ‘that night’ returned to him. Or would you like us to cut all your fingers off?
“Don’t do it!”
Two men pinned him down by the shoulders. One grabbed him by the hair, making sure he’ll bear witness as another man cuts his fingers off, one by one.
“No, stop!”
The magician’s breath got caught in his throat. Blood rushed through his ears, making him deaf for a moment as his heart beat faster against his chest.
The sharp steel slowly cuts its way through the phantom’s pinky.
Kid attempted to shut his eyes, only to be stopped by the same sinister voice.
As if by impulse, Kaito’s arms reached up to his ears in an attempt to cover up the nonexistent screams.
“Don’t close your eyes, Kid, or you’ll miss it.”
Cold sweat trickled down the high schooler’s forehead. His body trembled upon the recollection of that night—the sharpness of the knife, the guy’s sinister laughter, his screams that pierced through the calmness of the night.
“STOOOP!”
Kaito’s sudden shout pierced through the humid air.
“KAITO!” his three visitors shouted in unison. But before any of them can calm him down, Kaito screamed yet again.
“GET OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
“But we were just—”
“I SAID GET OUT!”
With his screams and in his hysterical state, there were things around him he can’t seem to shake off. There were people in white—doves?—trying to pin him down, there was Hakuba’s genuine look of concern and Akako’s pitying gaze. Perhaps it was the most important thing that he missed… his best friend’s tears.
And as they were escorted out of the room, and the needle pierced through his pale skin, and as drowsiness took over his system, one thought remained…
Don’t.
-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-
It was heist night, and Kid was just about to take off with his prize at hand. Everything was going rather smooth—smoother than he expected—until a gunshot wound pierced through his leg, making him unable to escape. The crows then beat him for information he knew nothing of. After all, they were interrogating the wrong person. Eventually, they became tired of it, decided to take their own measures with a sharp blade, and cut him, starting with his left hand.
Inspector Nakamori and his men managed to find Kid just as his kidnappers were finishing off with his sixth finger. Kaito remembered thinking they were cowards for scurrying off just from the sound of the sirens. Under normal circumstances, he’d mock them, laugh as loud as he could and fly off. At that moment, however, all he could do was lie there on the warehouse floor bleeding and dyeing his ivory white suit scarlet.
It was Hakuba who found him just as he felt his consciousness slipping away. He was rushed to the nearest hospital (without his Kid regalia, of course) and taken care of, making sure no one but Hakuba and the inspector knows his nighttime occupation. He was out cold for three days, in which time, the news has reached Chikage and was in the country again in an instant.
As soon as Kaito woke up, the inspector immediately gave him a lengthy talk. He decided he won’t arrest him under the condition that Kaito will make sure Aoko remains oblivious about Kid, and that he’ll stay away from her. To this set-up, he blindly agreed, even though he’s more than against it.
-*-.-*-.-*-.-*-
Two whole weeks after, Kaito was finally discharged. Nakamori-keibu gladly gave the Kurobas a ride home. All through the drive, the teenage magician was silent, just looking at the bulk of bandages wrapped around what was once his hand, trying to imagine how it was when he had them, and how it would be like now that it’s gone.
Those days seemed forever ago to him now. His reality is that he’s already missing a hand. More than that, he’s gonna miss a friend, his potential lover… and a life.
The car slowed down to a stop. Once the thanks were in order, Chikage escorted his son to their house and into Kaito’s room. She was just dropping the last of their things when the brunette finally spoke.
“What do I do now, Mom? There’s no way I can double as Kid anymore… much less become a magician,” asked he, head propped up on his pillow, empty eyes glued to the ceiling.
“Nakamori-keibu told me to stay away… to not see Aoko anymore. That bastard Hakuba probably won’t stop investigating those men… He'll get into trouble because of me.”
“Kaito…” the middle-aged woman whispered, trying her best not to sound disheartened. Not now, not anytime soon… Not until Kaito returns to how he was before. She hurriedly paced towards him, placed both hands on either side of his face and told him, “Kaito, honey, look at me… We’ll get through this. We’ll think of something.”
He just stared at her, the uncertainty as clear as day on his tired features.
“What if we can’t?”
Chikage opened her mouth to speak. She had to say something—anything—to convince the both of them that everything’s going to be all right, even if it’s a struggle.
He spoke again just as she was supposed to say something, “I’m ruined, Mom. What am I supposed to be?”
His lips trembled with his voice, “I had no problem with being his shadow. I was more than content to follow his footsteps.”
“Oh Kaito…”
“I can’t live like this. Mom, I can’t…”
“Shhh…” Chikage hushed, stroking Kaito’s hair like she used to when he was little.
“It’s going to be okay. I promise,” said she, her voice quivering, as if on the verge of crying. “Right now you need your sleep. Promise me you’ll sleep, darling…”
To this, Kaito nodded slowly. Chikage curved a sorrowful smile before placing a kiss on her only child’s forehead.
The widowed mother was just about to let herself out of the room when the teen once again spoke.
“Mom… I need you now more than ever. Please don’t leave me again like you did when dad disappeared.”
Chikage paused, eyes on the verge of tears as Kaito repeated…
“Please.”
The woman forced a smile, muttered, “I promise. Good night, love,” before closing the bedroom door.
For a while Kaito laid there contemplating about how it would be from now on. Try as he may to find the answers, his mind ultimately goes back to whether or not the magic would still live on inside him. Finding no answer to the riddle, the restless seventeen-year-old stood up and slowly made his way to his father’s portrait.
He pushed and pushed on it, letting the mechanism do its work without him entering Kid’s secret room—his father’s secret room. As he did he thought, maybe he can still do it, do tricks with one hand, be Kaitou Kid with six less fingers… Maybe later on he can single-handedly bring down the organization responsible for his father’s death—literally.
To that last one Kaito let out a laugh. Only, it sounded different, and it brought with it the taste of metal and salty trails of liquid.
Never forget your poker face, his father used to say. Only, he never thought there would come a time that that same poker face is going to destroy him.
In front of the portrait, he stood as still as a statue, emotionless and void of pain, tears quietly falling from his face.
He broke down soon after, knees hitting the floor, arms leaning on the portrait for support. He was sobbing, and his silent screams tell more tales than the countless times he hid his face from the world.
“I’m sorry… Dad. I—I can’t become… what you want me to be. I don’t even know what I am anymore.”
He was crying like how he would when he was younger, as he told his father’s portrait the bitter fate that befell him.
“They took my hand, Dad. My life… It’s painful. They probably meant to kill me too. I can’t let anyone know, they can’t get involved. Aoko… she’s going to hate me. They’re still out there. They’re going to keep looking for me. I don’t know what to do, Dad.”
And as he waits for the answer from a picture that will never give him any, he mouthed words that he always wanted to scream out loud ever since that fateful night…
“Help me.”
A/N: We read Elie Wiesel's Night for Theology class back in college. It still stands as my most favorite, based-on-a-true-story books of all time. Needless to say it was disturbing, as it was a first hand account on one of history's darkest days... wayyy back during the holocaust. Just a bit of information for you awesome peeps...
I've always wanted to write my take on Kaito losing something important. I don't know if this has been done before but I hope you enjoyed!
As always, reviews are LOVED.
Love,
Quincy