Post by NewUserNamesAreHard on Aug 30, 2017 20:34:13 GMT
Title: Feels Like Flying
Summary: Sometimes a scarf isn’t just a scarf.
Word Count: 723
A/N: More inspired by kdm13’s mention of motorcycles than the prompt ‘scarf’, but I think it still meets the requirements.
Shinichi clung to KID, his arms tightening around the magician’s waist. The creak of his leather jacket was barely audible over the roar of the motor, but Shinichi was cataloging every detail. The way the wind whipped through his hair. The way his heart beat sped as KID leaned the motorcycle to the side, taking the mountain road’s treacherous curves as if they were no more dangerous than the straightaways. The straightaways that they practically flew down at nearly triple the speed limit.
The wind was cold as it rushed by, but Shinichi couldn’t bring himself to care. “It feels like flying.” He yelled in KID’s ear, uncertain if the magician would even hear him. They were pressed front to back, closer than a detective and phantom thief had any business being to each other.
Shinichi could feel KID’s laugh reverberate through his chest more than he could hear it. And he was oddly okay with that. KID had a great laugh, laughs. Over the last few hours Shinichi had heard the thief laugh in at least 6 different ways, but feeling it mix with the vibrations of the engine added a certain something.
He still wasn’t certain how he had ended up in the middle of nowhere riding behind his high energy doppelganger, but it was exactly what he needed. Getting away from the life he had worked so hard to get back to. Because 3 years later, nothing was the same.
“What’s the matter, Meitantei?” KID asked as he appeared from seemingly nowhere.
Shinichi glanced up from where he had been staring absently at the rapidly cooling to-go cup of coffee in his hands. For a moment he considered ignoring the thief, but they had never really been on bad terms. Thiers was a relationship of absence and occasional aid, punctuated by moments of excessive irritation. The truth was, KID, for all of his disguises, was no more a stranger to Shinichi than the friends that had welcomed him home. “It’s not the same.”
“Of course not.” KID answered with a grin as he leaned across the back of bench Shinichi was sitting on. “No one can go through what we’ve been through and still look at the world the same.”
“All I wanted was to go back to the life that was taken from me.”
The magician’s smile dimmed slightly. “That’s the thing about life. It goes on even if you aren’t participating.”
Shinichi looked back at his coffee. “I missed a lot in 3 years.”
“But you gained a lot too.”
“Like what? What did I gain in my quest to take down the black organization? A group of friends 10 years younger than me that I can’t even see anymore? A collection of allies that will never know I was the one they worked with? Bullet wounds and battle scars?” Shinichi’s voice broke as the last words pushed themselves past his lips. The losses were so much easier to count than the gains.
KID hummed for a moment. “A scarf.”
Ugh. KID logic. The kind that made no sense what-so-ever when you thought about it, but would seem perfectly reasonable when explained. Err… if explained. “What?”
“A scarf.” KID repeated as a length of hand knit yarn settled around Shinichi’s shoulders.
Shinichi looked up to see KID’s neck bare to the chill of the late fall air, the scarf he had been wearing before conspicuously absent. “Why?”
“Because you are what I gained in the time I lost. Being a phantom thief is very solitary, Meitantei. In my civilian life I have many people, but my night time persona… You are the closest thing to a friend that KID has.”
It was odd hearing the thief refer to himself in the third person. And like he was two different people wrapped up in the same body. Though both were things Shinichi himself had done. “Thanks.” Shinichi said as he pulled the scarf tight around his neck. It wasn’t what most people would consider an olive branch, but Shinichi would take it as it was intended.
“Happy to help.” The thief replied as he vaulted over the back of bench to settle next to Shinichi. The grin on KID’s face promised mischief and mayhem and fun. And Shinichi could really use more of that last one in his life.
Summary: Sometimes a scarf isn’t just a scarf.
Word Count: 723
A/N: More inspired by kdm13’s mention of motorcycles than the prompt ‘scarf’, but I think it still meets the requirements.
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Shinichi clung to KID, his arms tightening around the magician’s waist. The creak of his leather jacket was barely audible over the roar of the motor, but Shinichi was cataloging every detail. The way the wind whipped through his hair. The way his heart beat sped as KID leaned the motorcycle to the side, taking the mountain road’s treacherous curves as if they were no more dangerous than the straightaways. The straightaways that they practically flew down at nearly triple the speed limit.
The wind was cold as it rushed by, but Shinichi couldn’t bring himself to care. “It feels like flying.” He yelled in KID’s ear, uncertain if the magician would even hear him. They were pressed front to back, closer than a detective and phantom thief had any business being to each other.
Shinichi could feel KID’s laugh reverberate through his chest more than he could hear it. And he was oddly okay with that. KID had a great laugh, laughs. Over the last few hours Shinichi had heard the thief laugh in at least 6 different ways, but feeling it mix with the vibrations of the engine added a certain something.
He still wasn’t certain how he had ended up in the middle of nowhere riding behind his high energy doppelganger, but it was exactly what he needed. Getting away from the life he had worked so hard to get back to. Because 3 years later, nothing was the same.
“What’s the matter, Meitantei?” KID asked as he appeared from seemingly nowhere.
Shinichi glanced up from where he had been staring absently at the rapidly cooling to-go cup of coffee in his hands. For a moment he considered ignoring the thief, but they had never really been on bad terms. Thiers was a relationship of absence and occasional aid, punctuated by moments of excessive irritation. The truth was, KID, for all of his disguises, was no more a stranger to Shinichi than the friends that had welcomed him home. “It’s not the same.”
“Of course not.” KID answered with a grin as he leaned across the back of bench Shinichi was sitting on. “No one can go through what we’ve been through and still look at the world the same.”
“All I wanted was to go back to the life that was taken from me.”
The magician’s smile dimmed slightly. “That’s the thing about life. It goes on even if you aren’t participating.”
Shinichi looked back at his coffee. “I missed a lot in 3 years.”
“But you gained a lot too.”
“Like what? What did I gain in my quest to take down the black organization? A group of friends 10 years younger than me that I can’t even see anymore? A collection of allies that will never know I was the one they worked with? Bullet wounds and battle scars?” Shinichi’s voice broke as the last words pushed themselves past his lips. The losses were so much easier to count than the gains.
KID hummed for a moment. “A scarf.”
Ugh. KID logic. The kind that made no sense what-so-ever when you thought about it, but would seem perfectly reasonable when explained. Err… if explained. “What?”
“A scarf.” KID repeated as a length of hand knit yarn settled around Shinichi’s shoulders.
Shinichi looked up to see KID’s neck bare to the chill of the late fall air, the scarf he had been wearing before conspicuously absent. “Why?”
“Because you are what I gained in the time I lost. Being a phantom thief is very solitary, Meitantei. In my civilian life I have many people, but my night time persona… You are the closest thing to a friend that KID has.”
It was odd hearing the thief refer to himself in the third person. And like he was two different people wrapped up in the same body. Though both were things Shinichi himself had done. “Thanks.” Shinichi said as he pulled the scarf tight around his neck. It wasn’t what most people would consider an olive branch, but Shinichi would take it as it was intended.
“Happy to help.” The thief replied as he vaulted over the back of bench to settle next to Shinichi. The grin on KID’s face promised mischief and mayhem and fun. And Shinichi could really use more of that last one in his life.