Post by Mikauzoran on Sept 15, 2018 2:20:55 GMT
www.fanfiction.net/s/13065622/1/A-Secret-Makes
Mikau: Ahem. So. I've had this idea floating around in the back of my head for a while now where Vermouth kidnaps Kaito after Touichi's death so she can train him as an Organization operative. Then I got the prompt about KID pulling a real gun on Shin-chan at a heist, and I was thinking, "Hm. What am I going to do with this? Under what circumstances would Kai-chan ever...Oh. Oh. No. Plunnie! Get it off me!" So that's how that went. I'm posting the prologue and the first chapter establishing backstory first, and then I'll skip ahead and do the scene with the KID heist and the gun that's the actual prompt. I do have actual plot in mind with Kaito discovering the truth and having to deal with the fact that his adoptive family is a bunch of psycho killers who kidnapped him and killed his father and all that (along with a romantic subplot), but I think this is going to turn into a series of scenes within a universe. I have a lot of ideas for little vignettes of Kaito interacting with Uncle Vodka and Uncle Gin and the rest of the liquor cabinet as well as scenes with Kaito growing up in the Org. Anyway. This could be a full-blown multi-chapter beast, if I let it.
Word Count: 2,903
Rating: T
Summary: Black Org!Kaito After Touichi’s death, Kaito’s “aunt” comes to take care of him. Eight years later, Vermouth has grown to genuinely care for her foster son and fears he might learn the truth about who she is and how they came to be a family. Meanwhile, Kaito aspires to earn a codename, flirt with detectives, and help his organization take down the evil organization that killed his father.
silvercyanide : Shinichi faces off against Kaitou KID in a heist like usual, but Kaitou KID pulls out a real gun instead of his card gun.
Everything was a blur of confusion and flames, the press of the crowd and hysterical screams. Something had gone horribly wrong with the trick, and Kaito kept thinking that he had to get to his father, though it was impossible to fight the mass of people surging for the exits. Kaito was too little to push his way to the stage amidst the pounding feet of the stampede of humanity. He was almost crushed for his efforts.
A kind man, there with his own children, scooped Kaito out of the fray and carried him to safety outside the theatre, even as Kaito struggled, trying to explain that that was his father on stage and that Kaito needed to get back in there to help because his father could be hurt. The kind man turned Kaito over to one of the female first responders.
No one would let Kaito go back into the theatre. At some point in time, a light blanket was wrapped around Kaito’s shoulders and he was given hot cocoa to drink, but he didn’t want it. He wanted to see his dad.
His mom arrived what felt like hours later and squeezed him so tight he couldn’t breathe. She didn’t let go, even when he told her she was hurting him. She took him to the Nakamoris’ to stay the night, leaving almost as soon as he had crossed the threshold. She didn’t come back until the next morning, and when she did her eyes were dark and sunken in. Her hair hadn’t been combed, and she was still wearing the clothes she’d had on the day before.
When Kaito asked where his dad was, his mom sank to her knees, pulled him to her chest, and cried. Nakamori-ojisan had to explain it to him later.
Kaito’s mom was sick. She cried a lot, and when she wasn’t crying, she sat in silence, staring off into space. She didn’t always answer when Kaito talked to her.
Kaito’s dad didn’t come home, and Kaito slowly started to understand that “death” was like when his dad went on tour, only, Aoko explained, his dad wouldn’t come home again. Ever. Aoko had been waiting for her mom to come home again for over three years now, hoping that “death” would wear off eventually.
“But Aoko’s starting to think that it doesn’t.”
Kaito spent a lot of time going back and forth between his house and Aoko’s for the next couple of days because his mom was too busy crying and staring at the wall to make sure that Kaito ate and bathed and went to bed on time.
On the day of the funeral, Kaito got to wear the black suit he wore when his dad let him come on stage with him, but it wasn’t fun this time. He had to sit still, and he wasn’t allowed to shuffle cards or anything.
His mom cried, and Kaito cried too because he wanted his dad to come back and have things be like they were.
After the funeral, there was a party with food and a lot of people, but it wasn’t much like any of the parties Kaito had ever been to. Everyone was wearing black and looking grim. People gathered in small clumps, chatting quietly, subdued.
Kaito wandered through the crowd aimlessly, not liking the way all of the adults were looking at him.
“Kaito-kun,” a gentle, inviting voice called out to him.
Kaito turned to find a foreign woman with blonde hair and piercing seafoam green eyes.
“Hello?” He frowned, cautiously approaching her.
“Do you remember me?” she coaxed, holding out a hand as she crouched down to his level.
He pursed his lips and wracked his brain. “You look…familiar….” Suddenly it hit him. “Are you a friend of my dad’s? You did magic with him, didn’t you?”
“That’s right.” The woman grinned broadly. “I trained with your father. I’m your aunt—your mother’s sister. I’ve been living in America, so we haven’t had many opportunities to meet. How are you doing, Kaito-kun?”
“Okay, I guess.” Kaito shrugged, trying to put on a brave face. “Sad. I want my dad to come home, but they told me that he can’t because he died, so I can’t see him anymore.”
His aunt nodded. “It’s been very hard for you, hasn’t it?”
Kaito nodded.
“But you’re being such a brave boy,” she praised. “You’re doing a good job, Kaito-kun. How is your mother doing?”
Kaito’s brow furrowed, and he shook his head. “Mom’s…not good. She’s sick.”
The woman nodded knowingly. “That’s right. She’s sick, and it’s going to be a while before she gets better. They’re talking about having her admitted to a special hospital where the doctors are especially good at treating her kind of sickness.”
“Nakamori-ojisan mentioned something like that.” Kaito perked up. The fact that he knew something about what was going on for the first time in over a week made him feel better. “He said I wouldn’t see my mom for a while, maybe a month or more, but that she would come back eventually—not like my dad—and that when she did come back, she would be like she was before.”
“Exactly,” the woman confirmed with a proud smile. “Aren’t you a clever boy? Now, you can’t live by yourself while your mother is in the hospital, so I’ve come all the way from America to take you to live with me. I’m going to be taking care of you while your mother is gone.”
Kaito frowned. “I can’t stay with Aoko and her dad?”
She shook her head sadly. “No. Nakamori-keibu is so busy with work. He wouldn’t be able to look after you.”
Kaito thought about this a minute before confiding, “Yeah. Sometimes he can’t even take care of Aoko.”
She nodded encouragingly. “It’s better if you stay with family.”
The woman stood and lowered her veil. She held out her hand for him to take.
“Come along, Kaito-kun. Let’s go pack up your things.”
He took her hand and let her guide him away from the eerie party and all of the people who gave him pitying looks.
Chikage, exhausted from the entire ordeal and mentally at her breaking point, assumed that Kaito had gone over to the Nakamoris’ for the night, as he had on many other nights. It wasn’t until the next morning that she discovered her mistake, and, by that time, Kaito was long gone.
Mikau: Ahem. So. I've had this idea floating around in the back of my head for a while now where Vermouth kidnaps Kaito after Touichi's death so she can train him as an Organization operative. Then I got the prompt about KID pulling a real gun on Shin-chan at a heist, and I was thinking, "Hm. What am I going to do with this? Under what circumstances would Kai-chan ever...Oh. Oh. No. Plunnie! Get it off me!" So that's how that went. I'm posting the prologue and the first chapter establishing backstory first, and then I'll skip ahead and do the scene with the KID heist and the gun that's the actual prompt. I do have actual plot in mind with Kaito discovering the truth and having to deal with the fact that his adoptive family is a bunch of psycho killers who kidnapped him and killed his father and all that (along with a romantic subplot), but I think this is going to turn into a series of scenes within a universe. I have a lot of ideas for little vignettes of Kaito interacting with Uncle Vodka and Uncle Gin and the rest of the liquor cabinet as well as scenes with Kaito growing up in the Org. Anyway. This could be a full-blown multi-chapter beast, if I let it.
Word Count: 2,903
Rating: T
Summary: Black Org!Kaito After Touichi’s death, Kaito’s “aunt” comes to take care of him. Eight years later, Vermouth has grown to genuinely care for her foster son and fears he might learn the truth about who she is and how they came to be a family. Meanwhile, Kaito aspires to earn a codename, flirt with detectives, and help his organization take down the evil organization that killed his father.
silvercyanide : Shinichi faces off against Kaitou KID in a heist like usual, but Kaitou KID pulls out a real gun instead of his card gun.
A Secret Makes...
Prologue: ...a Family
Everything was a blur of confusion and flames, the press of the crowd and hysterical screams. Something had gone horribly wrong with the trick, and Kaito kept thinking that he had to get to his father, though it was impossible to fight the mass of people surging for the exits. Kaito was too little to push his way to the stage amidst the pounding feet of the stampede of humanity. He was almost crushed for his efforts.
A kind man, there with his own children, scooped Kaito out of the fray and carried him to safety outside the theatre, even as Kaito struggled, trying to explain that that was his father on stage and that Kaito needed to get back in there to help because his father could be hurt. The kind man turned Kaito over to one of the female first responders.
No one would let Kaito go back into the theatre. At some point in time, a light blanket was wrapped around Kaito’s shoulders and he was given hot cocoa to drink, but he didn’t want it. He wanted to see his dad.
His mom arrived what felt like hours later and squeezed him so tight he couldn’t breathe. She didn’t let go, even when he told her she was hurting him. She took him to the Nakamoris’ to stay the night, leaving almost as soon as he had crossed the threshold. She didn’t come back until the next morning, and when she did her eyes were dark and sunken in. Her hair hadn’t been combed, and she was still wearing the clothes she’d had on the day before.
When Kaito asked where his dad was, his mom sank to her knees, pulled him to her chest, and cried. Nakamori-ojisan had to explain it to him later.
Kaito’s mom was sick. She cried a lot, and when she wasn’t crying, she sat in silence, staring off into space. She didn’t always answer when Kaito talked to her.
Kaito’s dad didn’t come home, and Kaito slowly started to understand that “death” was like when his dad went on tour, only, Aoko explained, his dad wouldn’t come home again. Ever. Aoko had been waiting for her mom to come home again for over three years now, hoping that “death” would wear off eventually.
“But Aoko’s starting to think that it doesn’t.”
Kaito spent a lot of time going back and forth between his house and Aoko’s for the next couple of days because his mom was too busy crying and staring at the wall to make sure that Kaito ate and bathed and went to bed on time.
On the day of the funeral, Kaito got to wear the black suit he wore when his dad let him come on stage with him, but it wasn’t fun this time. He had to sit still, and he wasn’t allowed to shuffle cards or anything.
His mom cried, and Kaito cried too because he wanted his dad to come back and have things be like they were.
After the funeral, there was a party with food and a lot of people, but it wasn’t much like any of the parties Kaito had ever been to. Everyone was wearing black and looking grim. People gathered in small clumps, chatting quietly, subdued.
Kaito wandered through the crowd aimlessly, not liking the way all of the adults were looking at him.
“Kaito-kun,” a gentle, inviting voice called out to him.
Kaito turned to find a foreign woman with blonde hair and piercing seafoam green eyes.
“Hello?” He frowned, cautiously approaching her.
“Do you remember me?” she coaxed, holding out a hand as she crouched down to his level.
He pursed his lips and wracked his brain. “You look…familiar….” Suddenly it hit him. “Are you a friend of my dad’s? You did magic with him, didn’t you?”
“That’s right.” The woman grinned broadly. “I trained with your father. I’m your aunt—your mother’s sister. I’ve been living in America, so we haven’t had many opportunities to meet. How are you doing, Kaito-kun?”
“Okay, I guess.” Kaito shrugged, trying to put on a brave face. “Sad. I want my dad to come home, but they told me that he can’t because he died, so I can’t see him anymore.”
His aunt nodded. “It’s been very hard for you, hasn’t it?”
Kaito nodded.
“But you’re being such a brave boy,” she praised. “You’re doing a good job, Kaito-kun. How is your mother doing?”
Kaito’s brow furrowed, and he shook his head. “Mom’s…not good. She’s sick.”
The woman nodded knowingly. “That’s right. She’s sick, and it’s going to be a while before she gets better. They’re talking about having her admitted to a special hospital where the doctors are especially good at treating her kind of sickness.”
“Nakamori-ojisan mentioned something like that.” Kaito perked up. The fact that he knew something about what was going on for the first time in over a week made him feel better. “He said I wouldn’t see my mom for a while, maybe a month or more, but that she would come back eventually—not like my dad—and that when she did come back, she would be like she was before.”
“Exactly,” the woman confirmed with a proud smile. “Aren’t you a clever boy? Now, you can’t live by yourself while your mother is in the hospital, so I’ve come all the way from America to take you to live with me. I’m going to be taking care of you while your mother is gone.”
Kaito frowned. “I can’t stay with Aoko and her dad?”
She shook her head sadly. “No. Nakamori-keibu is so busy with work. He wouldn’t be able to look after you.”
Kaito thought about this a minute before confiding, “Yeah. Sometimes he can’t even take care of Aoko.”
She nodded encouragingly. “It’s better if you stay with family.”
The woman stood and lowered her veil. She held out her hand for him to take.
“Come along, Kaito-kun. Let’s go pack up your things.”
He took her hand and let her guide him away from the eerie party and all of the people who gave him pitying looks.
Chikage, exhausted from the entire ordeal and mentally at her breaking point, assumed that Kaito had gone over to the Nakamoris’ for the night, as he had on many other nights. It wasn’t until the next morning that she discovered her mistake, and, by that time, Kaito was long gone.