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Post by Mikauzoran on Oct 25, 2015 3:47:41 GMT
www.fanfiction.net/s/11577237/1/Mausoleum-A-Prompt-Exchange-Collection
So this one thought that she had posted this already, but... ^.^; Anyway. Here's the first entry in my prompt fic collection.
Shihominn: The edge of a tattoo is always peeking out from under your shirt and I am obsessed with seeing the whole thing. How do I ask you to take your shirt off in a non creepy way?
He’d never noticed it before because, at school, Hakuba always wore the gakuran during the colder months and, during the summer months, always had his button-down done up to the collar. When they changed for gym, Kaito made a point of never letting himself look at anyone else lest they start to suspect his sexual preferences.
So it wasn’t until Kaito and Hakuba actually started hanging out as friends after the whole Nightmare fiasco that Kaito got the chance to see Hakuba in street clothes (other than his work suits), and that was when he first saw the tattoo peeking out from under Hakuba’s shirt.
The Brit leaned forward to move his knight to take Kaito’s bishop, and Kaito just happened to be looking at the right spot to see a flash of some kind of swirly Edwardian design.
Kaito was struck so absolutely dumb that he was unable to recover his sensibilities sufficiently to put up a good fight. Hakuba completely clobbered him in the two games that followed.
Hakuba Saguru—Mr. Straight-Laced and Goody-Two-Shoes himself—had a tattoo!
And Kaito was absolutely obsessed with it. He had to figure out what it was. It looked big and prominent, stamped over his heart on the left side of his chest. It had to be something important. Hakuba wasn’t the kind of person to just get a tattoo on a whim.
Unless he’d been a completely different person while living in London! What if the English Hakuba was a total bad boy who went clubbing and had crazy orgies with BDSM types?! What if he had piercings?! Were there other tattoos cleverly hidden under Hakuba’s copious layers of clothing? There was one way to find out.
But how was Kaito supposed to ask Hakuba to take off his shirt in a non-creepy way?
He mentally cringed. Yeah. No. There was no way to keep this from being awkward. But it was better to ask politely than to tackle the Brit, pin him to the ground, and forcibly rip his shirt off. That could be misconstrued, especially if Baaya just happened to walk in with tea and crumpets at that very second and took incriminating photographs. Kaito was well aware that she shipped them, so that could get very bad very quickly.
So as Saguru was attempting to make Kaito into a civilized human being by introducing him to the Lord of the Rings series, Kaito casually inquired, “So…sorry to interrupt in the middle of the Elvish grammar lesson, but…would you mind taking off your shirt?”
Saguru looked absolutely floored as his cheeks turned burgundy. He nearly fell off of the couch as he yelped, “Yes! As a matter of fact, I would mind! What in the world has gotten into you, Kuroba?!”
“Nothing,” Kaito tried to assure his friend, inching closer. “Nothing creepy or perverted or anything, but I just really need to see your tattoo, so if you could just lose the shirt…”
“No! M-My what?! Stop it, Kuroba! This isn’t funny!” Saguru scrambled back away from the approaching magician until he actually did fall flat on the floor.
Kaito pounced, pinning the blonde down with his body weight and trapping Saguru’s arms with one hand while the other worked to tear off the shirt.
“Stop!” Saguru screamed in honest to goodness terror as he struggled to free himself. “S-Stop!” he begged, tears falling freely as he openly sobbed.
But it was too late because Kaito already had the shirt off, revealing, not a tattoo, but a brand mark that had been long ago seared into the skin. It was accompanied by other, smaller burns and various remnants of past tortures.
Kaito’s face quickly lost all of its color as he frantically climbed off of his friend and helped him up to sitting. “Oh my God, Hakuba, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean—I didn’t know that—I just thought you had a tattoo, and I was dying to see it, ‘cause I thought that it was so unlike you, and I just wanted…I didn’t…”
He stopped talking and grabbed the decorative blanket off of the back of the couch to wrap around the still trembling, crying Hakuba.
“I’m sorry,” Kaito whispered. “I’m really, really sorry, and I swear never to do anything like that again. I…” He bit his lip, freaking out on the inside, anxious to help his friend. “What should I do? Do you need anything?”
“W-Water,” Saguru stammered, pulling the blanket closer around him.
Kaito quickly fetched the requested beverage.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated as he handed the bottle over.
Saguru shook his head, beginning to calm down as he drank. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” He gave a small shiver.
“I’m sorry,” Kaito repeated again, feeling incredibly guilty. He felt lower than sea sludge.
“It’s okay,” Saguru insisted, taking deep breaths and seeming to get everything back under control. “You couldn’t have had any idea I would have a panic attack over something like that.”
“Yeah, but…” Kaito settled back down beside the Brit, his shoulder pressed to Saguru’s. He sank into silent brooding.
Saguru sighed, letting himself lean slightly against Kaito. “You thought I had a tattoo, huh?”
“…Yeah,” Kaito begrudgingly admitted, feeling absolutely idiotic at this point.
Saguru gave a tired laugh. “Unfortunately, no. I wish it were something simple like that, but… You know that both of my parents are very influential people? Well, because of that, I got kidnapped to be used as leverage a lot when I was little,” he reported matter-of-factly, having long ago become desensitized to the horrible atrocity it had been.
Kaito simply gaped at him, too stunned to comment on how inappropriately stoic his friend was about the whole matter.
“One of my kidnappers was a pedophile with a sadistic streak, so…” Saguru screwed his eyes closed at the memories and shuddered again.
Kaito wrapped an arm around Saguru and squeezed him reassuringly.
“He’s dead. He can’t hurt me anymore,” Saguru whispered under his breath, and at first Kaito thought that Saguru was telling this to him, but then the detective repeated it twice more, and it was then that Kaito understood that Hakuba was trying to reassure himself of that fact.
Kaito squeezed Hakuba a little tighter, resting his head against the blonde’s. “Shh. It’s okay, Hakuba. I’m here. I won’t let anybody hurt you, okay?”
Saguru nodded, but he kept his eyes shut as he continued to tremble, trying to escape from the memories of his past.
Kaito tried to distract him. “Hey. Enough of that. Weren’t you going to teach me how verb conjugation in Elvish works as opposed to Klingon? Which I know nothing about either, by the way, so you’ll have to nerd vomit all over me about that too, okay? But can you introduce me to Doctor Who first? I think I’ll actually enjoy that. And just so you know, I stopped reading Harry Potter after the fourth book, so you’ll have to correct that as well. You’ve got a lot of work to do, Hakuba, so why don’t you focus on that right now, okay?” he encouraged, hoping that at least one of those things might pull the Brit out of his nightmarish past and back to the present.
Saguru blinked and stared Kaito right in the eye, tears drying up instantly. “My God,” he snorted. “You’re worse than I thought. Absolutely un-dateable,” the Brit reported with unintendedly painful honesty.
Kaito struggled between feeling insulted, mortified, and worried. Finally he settled on indignant. “Well…fix me then.”
Saguru laughed, a bright grin lighting up his face and returning the color to his cheeks.
Kaito felt his stomach flip as he realized that the blonde was actually kind of cute under that prickly exterior he put on.
He kind of wanted to tackle the Brit again, but now he knew what a bad idea that was. He never wanted to see Saguru like that again…so he’d just have to be patient and wait and learn about all sorts of nerdy things until the day came that Saguru took his shirt off in front of Kaito of his own free will.
Kaito was kind of hoping that that ended up being soon. Because Saguru’s smile was amazingly beautiful.
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Post by Shihominn on Oct 25, 2015 6:21:28 GMT
WOW this took an unexpected turn. And I thougth my prompt was one of the lightests! Now I just want to hug poor Saguru T.T
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Post by Mikauzoran on Oct 26, 2015 1:49:54 GMT
And here's the second one. Sorry. I kind of switched up the order, but they'll all get posted. TinyTantei: How about some Sonoko x Makoto? And make it happy, please! Goodness knows there's too much angst on this forum already, haha.
“I think Makoto-san is cheating on me!” Sonoko wailed, throwing herself into Ran’s arms. “What?!” Sera shrieked as Kaito choked on his hot chocolate. “Sonoko, there’s no way,” Ran assured her best friend as the blonde sobbed into Ran’s pajama top. “But if he is,” Sera threw in her five yen as she cracked her knuckles, ready for a fight. “Ran-chan and I will pummel the adulterous crap out of him while Kai-chan pranks him real good.” Kaito sighed as he reached out and put a hand on Masumi’s shoulder. “Not helping, Mi-chan.” “Oh.” Sera looked disappointed as she put down the two fists that she had been holding at the ready. “Sorry.” Ran, ever the level-headed older sister of the group, tried to get to the bottom of this outburst. “Sonoko, why would you ever think that Kyogoku-san would cheat on you? Hasn’t he proved how much he loves you time and time again?” “Yes, but…” Sonoko’s bottom lip quivered as tears and snot streamed down her face. “Hakuba-kun said!” Kaito and Sera’s ears perked up, and they reacted in stereo. “Saguru?!” They looked at each other in surprise and then smiled sheepishly. “What did Hakuba-kun say?” Ran prompted. “He said that he went back and forth for a long time before he finally decided to tell me, but the Wednesday before last, the day that Makoto-san said he couldn’t have lunch with me because he had training, Hakuba-kun saw Makoto-san downtown shopping for jewelry with a gorgeous brunette!” Ran and Sera’s jaws dropped at this revelation, but Ran was quick to recover and attempt damage control. “Maybe Hakuba-kun made a mistake. He doesn’t know Kyogoku-san very well, so maybe he just saw someone that looked like him,” Ran suggested, hoping it was true. Sonoko shook her head gravely. “No. Hakuba-kun was sure that it was him—glasses, bandage, and everything! Makoto-san is cheating on me with that hot brunette!” “Snap,” Sera breathed, mentally planning out how her match with the offender would go. “Wait,” Kaito demanded, coming down from where he had been stretched out on Sonoko’s sofa. “The Wednesday before last? It wasn’t in Roppongi, was it? At Mori Tower?” Sonoko nodded, a little befuddled as to how Kaito knew all of that. “Sono-chan, that was me.” Kaito sank down on one of the body pillows with a sigh of relief. Sonoko, on the other hand, instantly bristled and hissed, “You?! You’re trying to steal my Makoto-san from me?!” Kaito gave his friend a deadpan expression. “No. He’s not my type. He asked me to go with him to help him pick something out. We were shopping for you, silly. He would have asked Ran-chan, but since I’m your close friend too and at least partially male, as he says, he asked me instead because he felt more comfortable.” Sonoko blinked slowly. “You…were shopping for jewelry for…for me?” “Of course,” Kaito chuckled softly. “Who else? Your beau loves you more than anything, Sono-chan, so you don’t have to worry about him starting to sniff around elsewhere. The whole time we were shopping together, he just kept talking and talking and talking about you. I personally love you to death, Sono-chan, but by the end of the two hours, if I had to hear about how pretty and wonderful and perfect you were one more time…” “But then why did Saguru say that Makoto-san was with a pretty lady?” Sera wondered aloud at the last real point of the case. Kaito shrugged. “I was in drag at the time.” Ran and Sera nodded, satisfied with that answer. Sonoko was still curious, though. “What were you wearing? Hakuba-kun said that you were ‘the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen’. If you tell us what you were wearing, Kai-chan, then we’ll know what Hakuba-kun’s type is!” Sonoko could barely contain her excitement. Ran and Sera didn’t really see what all the fuss was about, but they liked seeing Sonoko happy, so… Kaito blushed, looking away from his friends. “Oh. You know. Skirt, tights, boots, peasant top. Brown banana curls wig. Nothing much.” “Did you bring out those big milk jug boobs?” Sonoko snickered. “It would be funny if Hakuba-kun’s type happens to be someone with big boobs. Kaito’s color darkened. “No. Not really. I mean…I pretty much just put on the clothes and the wig, so…I kind of…mostly just looked like myself…with long hair.” “Oh,” Ran remarked, her own face turning slightly pink as she pieced together what that meant. Kaito squirmed a little. “So…Saguru thinks that you’re gorgeous with long hair and in female clothing,” Sera chuckled. “He didn’t know it was me,” Kaito defended the detective in question quickly so that rumors could be nipped in the bud. Too late. Sonoko smirked. “I can’t wait to tell Hakuba-kun that that girl he was drooling over so earnestly was really you.” “Just let us know as soon as you two have a happy announcement to make,” Sera teased, elbowing Kaito. The magician shot her a dirty look as he blushed profusely. “I don’t want to hear that from you of all people. Aren’t you after him for yourself?” Sera smiled pleasantly and shrugged. “I’d be happy to share him with you, Kai-chan.” Seeing that he was fighting a losing battle, Kaito switched tactics. “Hey, we’re not here to talk about my love life, are we? I thought we were having this sleepover to celebrate Sonoko’s fifth anniversary with Kyogoku. I mean…Sono-chan, aren’t you even going to ask about what kind of jewelry he bought you?” Sonoko shook her head. “Our anniversary is tomorrow, and we’re going to this fancy restaurant to celebrate. I’m guessing he’ll give it to me then, and I’m also guessing that he’s wanting it to be a surprise since he didn’t take me to pick out something myself. I’d rather keep it a surprise until tomorrow.” And surprised she would be when Makoto got down on one knee in the middle of the restaurant and asked her to marry him, but at the present, her unwillingness to ruin the surprise for herself any further opened up the whole evening for teasing Kaito about his upcoming threesome with Hakuba and Sera.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Oct 27, 2015 2:41:59 GMT
neonquincy1217: "any DCMK character dresses up as a pizza delivery guy to sneak into a Gosho Girls' night out/sleepover."
“It’s th’ perfect plan!” Heiji tried to convince him, shoving the pizza into his hands. “May I just say for the fifth time that this is absolutely idiotic and it will never work?” Hakuba sighed, shaking his head and wondering, not for the twentieth time, why he was still here associating with this nonsense. The Osakan glared at his mortal enemy. “Hush ya frog-eater.” Saguru grimaced. “That would be the French. I’m British.” “Didn’t some French aristocrats marry into your family when they came over during the Terror?” Shinichi inquired as Heiji stuffed a hat with what was supposed to be a pizza delivery service logo on his head. Saguru pursed his lips. “See? Frenchie,” Hattori tittered with a grin so wide, Saguru could have driven a tractor trailer through it. “Can we please get back to how this plan is inanity in and of itself?” the blonde pleaded through gritted teeth with the only other person around that he considered sane. Shinichi frowned. “I really do wish Kaito was around to do my disguise,” he admitted. Heiji’s face turned chili pepper red in fury. “Tha’ no good double-crosser is th’ reason why Kudo’s gotta dress up as a pizza guy an’ infiltrate,” he declared. “Right now, Kuroba’s inside Nee-chan’s apartment with Kazuha, tha’ Suzuki Zaibatsu girl, tha’ high school detective girl tha’ were not sure is actually female, an’ Nee-chan herself.” Shinichi briefly interrupted to vouch for Sera’s biological sex. “Back in high school I was…very short, if you remember.” Heiji snickered. Hakuba sent the formerly shrunken sleuth a pitying look. “And Sera wore an awful lot of short skirts to school. She’s biologically a girl, even if her gender identity doesn’t sync with that.” “ Anyway,” Heiji launched back into his battle plan. “Kuroba’s in there with th’ girls fer th’ sleepover, an’ there’s no tellin’ what could happen…especially once those lights go off inside. We gotta get an operative in there and monitor th’ situation. That’s where Kudo comes in.” “It’s not going to work,” Saguru repeated…for the sixth time. “Shove it where th’ sun don’t shine,” Heiji hissed. “We’re gonna dress ‘im up as a pizza dude, an’ he’s gonna sneak in an’ git a handle on what’s goin’ on. Ready? Let’s move!” The troops failed to rally around the battle cry. Saguru rolled his eyes. Shinichi frowned. “I really do wish Kaito could have done my disguise. I feel like…this isn’t going to fool anyone.” Shinichi raised his concerns to his fearless leader. Heiji waved them away. “Course it’s gonna work. My disguises are flawless. Much better ‘en Kuroba’s.” “Hattori, your idea of a good disguise is putting on a hat and smearing your face with rice powder,” Saguru reminded. “You’ve never made a convincing Kudo when you’ve done that, and Kudo isn’t going to make a realistic pizza delivery man going that route either.” Heiji glared, crossing his arms and sticking to his guns. “We didn’ use rice powder this time. This time we drew some funny eyebrows on ‘im and put ‘im in a hat. Can’t ya see? It’s beautiful! My masterpiece!” Saguru turned to Shinichi, looking rather annoyed. “They call him a genius? Furthermore, they call him one of the Four Geniuses of which I am included in the set? I feel like this is an insult to my dignity as a human being. I would like to lodge a formal complaint.” “You’ll be okay, Hakuba,” Shinichi assured, adjusting his hat and trying to balance the pizza box. Kaito and I are the other two, so does that make you feel any better?” “ That makes me feel unworthy,” Hakuba informed. “Well. Good luck with your pizza delivery run.” “Take lots o’ pictures,” Heiji instructed, pulling Hakuba into the bushes to wait while Shinichi went in. As it so happened, Kaito himself was the one to open the door. He blinked at the poorly disguised Shinichi. “…Shin-chan…you’ve got soot or something on your eyebrows.” He reached out and wiped away Heiji’s painstakingly concocted disguise before turning to call back into the house, “Hey guys! Shin-chan’s here because he’s lonely and feeling left out of our sleepover! And he brought pizza!” Saguru and Heiji could only watch from the bushes while their comrade was eagerly pulled inside by a gaggle of hungry girls…and Kaito. Saguru gave a snort. “See? Now they’ve eaten him. What are you going to tell his parents?” Heiji was too busy bemoaning the demise of his clever masterpiece of a disguise to give Saguru a satisfactory answer. The blonde sighed in defeat. “Oh, come on. Let’s go back to Kudo and Kuroba’s apartment before the girls call the police on the two weirdoes in their bushes.” The next day, Shinichi sobbed as he recounted his misadventures. “…And then Kaito painted my nails—” He waved the digits, still painted powder blue. “—and put ribbons in my hair while they all talked about boys like I wasn’t even there! And when it came time to go to sleep, they were like ‘Whatever. We don’t feel threatened by you. We just can’t even see you as a male.’ Then I pointed to Kaito and asked ‘Well, what about him?’ And they said that ‘Kai-chan’ was definitely a girl. At least, until he decided he was a boy again. Apparently Kaito gets to change gender at will, and they respect his decision, but I, who have only ever held myself out as being a man, don’t even register as male to them!” “He cried pretty hard about that,” Kaito informed them, munching on a carrot stick. “I had to hold him and rock him.” “You did not!” Shinichi squawked. “And I did not cry! …I just got some dust stuck in my eye! That’s all.” “It’s okay, Kudo. We understand,” Saguru assured, casting his friend a look of pity.
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Post by neonquincy1217 on Oct 27, 2015 5:04:56 GMT
LOL. I've read every single one... xD I feel sad for Haku-chan on that first one, giddy-giddy for Sonoko and Makoto (and definitely looking forward to HakuSeraKai threesome LOLWAT?), and ROFLing too hard on that pizza delivery prompt. Haku-chan and how he cleverly broke the fourth wall there is golden! And, oh you poor Shin-chan, you. I can definitely see it already. It's fan art material, that last one XDDD
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Post by dragonsandmagic on Oct 27, 2015 7:14:44 GMT
C: Hakuba's comment about Heiji being part of the 'four geniuses' on the most recent one made me smile and feeling inadequate after being lumped in with Kaito and Shin'ichi just made it all that much better, omg. And the ending of it just makes it even better, especially because it reinforces my personal headcanon that Kaito is genderfluid and I don't see that idea included in fanfiction all that much. Eee, good job! I love it.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Oct 28, 2015 3:01:20 GMT
This one...turned out decidedly more T than the others. stelraetnae: Kaito meets the Kudou parents. Shinichi/Conan can but need not be included, and is very welcome as long as more focus stays on Yuusaku and Yukiko. Any genre goes, so from family fluff to suspense to hurt/comfort, whatever floats your muse. Be as creative as you like!
“Shin-chan! We’re home!” couldn’t have come at a worse time because it came just when Shinichi was about to. “ Shit,” Shinichi hissed into Kaito’s collarbone, scrambling off and frantically searching for his clothes. “ONE MINUTE!” he shouted to his family as he tried to put on his pants…backwards. Correcting the issue, he turned back to a very annoyed, unsatisfied Kaito who was still sprawled across the study’s couch. “Sorry. Stay here. I’ll…I’ll…think of something.” “Oh! Are you in the study?” Yukiko called out in delight. “We’ll be right there!” “Just a minute!” Shinichi screeched, wondering what he had done to piss the fates off so much. Hadn’t he solved enough murders to atone for whatever he had done in a previous life? Had he been freaking Hitler or something? With a sigh, Kaito got up and pulled on his own pants, reaching down to scoop a shirt off the floor. He tossed it to Shinichi. “ That one is yours. You’re gonna look silly in my ‘I dance for chocolate’ graphic tee.” Shinichi took a minute to appreciate how sexy Kaito looked when he was shirtless and pissed off. “So,” Kaito sighed again as he straightened his clothes. “I guess I’m meeting your parents?” Shinichi’s eyes widened in fear, and his skin went as pale as paste as he thought with dread of the meeting about to take place. “Hell no!” he shrieked. “Go hide or escape out the window or something!” “Shin-chan!” Yukiko called out as she drew nearer and nearer. She was out in the hall now. She’d be turning the corner and coming in at any minute. “Hold on!” Shinichi yelled. “What am I, a secret?” Kaito snorted. “No,” Shinichi tried to explain, but he was running out of time. “Just go! We’ll talk later,” he hissed in a stage whisper as he dashed out into the hall to head his parents off. “Mom! Dad! Welcome home! How are you doing?” Shinichi tried to act normal, pretend that he hadn’t just been in the throes of passion with his boyfriend minutes before. Yukiko bounced to an abrupt stop in front of her son, and her curls sprang with an almost audible boing as she did so. Her joyous expression changed to shock and concern when she noted her son’s appearance. “Shin-chan! Are you sick, Honey?” She immediately launched forward, feeling his face, checking his pulse, touching her own forehead to his to check for fever. “Your complexion is all splotchy, and you’re drenched in a cold sweat! Yuusaku, look. Doesn’t he look feverish?!” Shinichi’s face turned an even deeper shade of cinnabar as his father got called in for a second opinion. “I’m fine,” he tried to assure them, but Yukiko would not relent until she was positive that her baby was safely pulled from death’s door. Yukiko was just suggesting that they head for the hospital when Kaito stepped out of the study, coming up behind Shinichi and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. “Hi. Sorry to interrupt your reunion, but Shinichi’s just fine. He’s still a little hot and bothered since you guys came home before we could get finished up, but other than that he’s a strong, healthy, teenage male.” Yukiko stared at Kaito in confusion as she struggled to link his words together so as to derive meaning. Yuusaku, on the other hand, understood all too well what Kaito was saying and was thus red-faced in horror. Shinichi, like his father, was turning a lovely shade of scarlet. He prayed to any higher power listening to strike him dead on the spot so that he wouldn’t have to explain to his parents that he’d discovered what that thing in his pants was for and that he liked using it with other men. Kaito, meanwhile, kept talking amicably (probably as some sick form of revenge for being robbed of his cuddle time). “I’m Kuroba Kaito, by the way. I’m your future son-in-law. I’d shake your hand, but mine are kinda…sticky right now.” Shinichi wanted to die. He didn’t care how. He just wanted to be dead so that he didn’t have to endure any more embarrassment. And then, while everyone else was stunned into silence, Kaito kept going, addressing Yukiko. “And just so you know, Yukiko-oneechan, I’m a big fan of that Taiga drama you were in. You were super inspiring, and your death scene—Gosh!—it brought me to tears!” he gushed. “And now that I’ve seen you in person, I can understand why Shin-chan didn’t want us to meet. You’re so pretty, he was probably afraid I would fall for you. You seriously look more like his big sister than his mother.” Next Kaito turned to Yuusaku and grinned. “And it’s an honor to meet you, Sir. I’ve always thought the Night Baron series was pretty good, but that new spy series you’re doing now is seriously awesome! I can’t wait until book number three comes out! You’re a seriously talented writer, Sir.” All of the flattery seemed to break the ice. Yukiko slapped on a bright grin and greeted her son’s boyfriend. “Well, hello there, Kaito-kun! Aren’t you just the sweetest thing? Shinichi didn’t tell us that he had such a handsome, agreeable boyfriend with good taste in entertainment!” “You wouldn’t happen to be Kuroba Touichi’s son, would you?” Yuusaku finally spoke up, trying to keep an open mind for his son’s sake. “Of course he is,” his wife cut in. “He’s as pretty as Chi-chan, and he’s got Sensei’s silver tongue. Of course he’s Sensei’s son.” Yukiko turned back to Kaito and smiled. “You may not remember, but I was a student of your father’s, so we met when you were little. I’m pleased to see you’ve turned into a fine young man.” Yuusaku came in again, “Your father, Kaito-kun, was actually a very dear friend of ours, so we’re glad to welcome you to the family.” “Mmhmm,” Yukiko agreed. “And we’re really sorry for interrupting you two earlier. We know how awful that can be. Now, why don’t you two go upstairs and take a nice, long shower together? We’ll get to know each other better over lunch once you two are finished.” Completely mortified and willing to take any escape route that he could get, Shinichi meeped out a quick “Thanks” to his parents as he practically dragged Kaito off. And that left Yukiko and Yuusaku, standing in the hall trying to process. “Kaito-kun seems nice.” Yuusaku was the first to speak. “Yeah,” Yukiko remarked half-heartedly. “You don’t think so?” Her husband softly rested a hand on her shoulder. She frowned. “It’s not that. He is. He is nice, but…I’m just a little…Do you think something happened with Ran-chan while we were away? We’ve been gone for almost a year, and we don’t really check in with him much. What if something really bad happened between them, and we weren’t here for Shin-chan, so now he’s gone off the deep end of grief and has started dating other men because he feels he can never love another woman again?!” Yuusaku smiled indulgently at his wife, rubbing her arm comfortingly. “Honey, judging by the body language going on between those two, I don’t think we have to worry about Shinichi throwing himself into another relationship as a rebound. He really does seem to be crazy about Kaito-kun.” “You’re sure?” Yukiko’s eyes narrowed and her lips pursed as her eyebrows pinched together in suspicion. Yuusaku smiled fondly. “Oh yes. Definitely crazy about one another. Shinichi’s okay regardless of whatever happened to break him away from Ran-san.” Yukiko bit her lip and thought about it for a minute. She let out a long, slow breath and nodded. “Okay. If you’re sure about this.” And then a chipper grin came to her face. “And Kaito-kun does seem like such a nice person! Did you hear what he said about my work? How pretty I was? I love a good suck-up!” “Yes, you do,” Yuusaku sighed, afraid that their new son-in-law would absolutely spoil his wife. “And goodness knows that you need your ego stroked.” “Yep!” Yukiko giggled as she gleefully made her way to the kitchen. “Once an hour at minimum!” “Then Kaito-kun will serve you rather well.” Yuusaku shook his head and followed. Truthfully, he liked Kaito too. He reminded Yuusaku of Yukiko with his exuberance and personality. He was of the opinion that people like that made the best life partners, and he hoped that his son would come to believe the same.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Oct 29, 2015 2:18:02 GMT
geekygenius: I think it'd be really cool to see any set of characters (writer's choice) doing an exchanging of gifts for Christmas. It could be between the shounen tantei dan, or done at a christmas party at Kuroba's house, etc. I'd like to maybe have the reactions of the characters to their gifts too, if the author feels up to it:) Funny/interesting gifts would be a nice bonus.Aoko hadn’t really liked the padded bra Kaito had bought her (he’d gotten smacked pretty hard for his gag gift), but Aoko had just adored the five-year, question-a-day journal Keiko had given her, and Akako’s charm for protecting the home had been greatly appreciated what with the recent increase in break-ins in their neighborhood. “That way you won’t have to be so anxious when you’re home alone on nights when your father’s out,” Akako reasoned, adding that “It also keeps out evil spirits too, so it’s helpful in preventing demonic possession. Anyone entering your house will be instantly cleansed.” “Good to know!” Aoko replied cheerily, always amused by how odd Akako was. “What did you get from Hakuba-kun?” Keiko urged, looking over Aoko’s shoulder. “Aoko hasn’t opened it yet,” Aoko informed as she pulled the small, card-sized present out from under the discarded bra. “It’s just a trifle,” the young man in question insisted, blushing as Aoko carefully tore open the packaging. Kaito rolled his eyes and mocked, “Yeah. Sure. After the expensive perfume you got Akako and the concert tickets you bought Keiko-chan? A trifle. I’m sure.” Aoko gasped in delight. “It’s a giftcard for Pharaoh’s! That super expensive, uber fancy new dessert buffet place that just opened up in Shinjuku! Aoko’s been wanting to try there soooo bad! Thank you so much, Hakuba-kun!” “You’re very welcome. I know you’ve been talking about it, so…” Hakuba accepted her thanks with a humble shrug. “Hakuba-kun gives the most thoughtful gifts, doesn’t he?” Aoko pointedly asked Akako and Keiko even as she gave Kaito a meaningful look. “Yeah, yeah,” Kaito grumbled. “I thought the bra would help you with your self-confidence and your non-existent love life since you’re as flat as a tapeworm. And I think the game I got Keiko-chan and the bracelet I gave Akako were fine gifts.” He turned to Hakuba and snickered, “You’ll just have to wait and see what I got you. For now, it’s my turn.” And Kaito reached out for his first gift. From Keiko he received a concert DVD, and Akako gave him… “What the hell is this supposed to be?” He raised an eyebrow at the little sack of fragrant herbs. “A protective amulet,” the witch returned with a snort. “It’s full of very strong magic that will keep you safe. It can even help deflect bullets, so make sure you wear it, okay? I put a lot of effort into tracking the ingredients down, and now I owe a witch in Chinatown the next mermaid’s eye I get my hands on, so you’d better appreciate what I go through for you.” “Yes ma’am,” Kaito responded docilely, trying not to think too hard about mermaid’s eyes. He’d be sure to wear the amulet to his next heist, though. He wouldn’t be testing out those bullet deflecting skills on purpose, but if a stray bullet did come his way, he’d rather take it while wearing the amulet than while not. From Aoko he received a practical gift: a microwave only cookbook with recipes for soups, vegetables, sides, main dishes, and desserts. “Aoko figures that this way Kaito will be able to cook something decent even when Aoko’s not around. He has to learn to fend for himself someday, and Aoko thinks that this is a good first step.” Aoko nodded sagely. Kaito frowned. “I could cook for myself just fine…. It’s just easier to come crash at your place and mooch off of you when you’ll do the work for me.” He got hit in the head with the little cookbook for his trouble. “And what did Hakuba-kun get you?” Keiko chimed in a second time, lest the blonde’s gift be forgotten. “Looks like another book,” Kaito hummed, picking the package up as the girls looked on with interest. Saguru shifted uncomfortably as he watched from his place at the Nakamoris’ dining room table. “It’s not as expensive as the others’ gifts, but…” Kaito finished pulling back the paper to reveal “A scrapbook?” He furrowed his brow in puzzlement. Hakuba tensed. Kaito opened the book, and his countenance changed from confusion to absolute shock. “This…This is…” Saguru looked away. “I was doing some research on Kid…the early days when he first appeared. I thought…seeing as you’re such a fan of Kid, I thought you might be interested in the history of your hero, so I took the liberty of compiling all of the newspaper articles, the magazine clippings, crime scene photos, witness accounts, police interviews, advertisements, and heist notices I could find into a sort of collector’s volume for you.” Kaito was absolutely speechless as he leafed through the book. Every page was filled with the details of his father’s exploits—Kuroba Touichi’s style and character evident in the story that those heists told. That book contained his father’s legacy. And better yet, there were pictures of his father in there. They were a little blurry, and you, obviously, couldn’t make out much detail, but it was his father all the same. Kaito had never seen his father as Kid. He’d always wondered what it was supposed to look like, how he was supposed to do it. And now he finally had the opportunity to see…thanks to Hakuba. He turned to his rival, eyes misting over with the beginnings of happy tears that he would never let fall. “Thank you,” he whispered, voice weak under all of the emotion.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Oct 30, 2015 1:41:11 GMT
rainbowcupcake: "Gin drinks hot chocolate"
Other people were stupid. They didn’t make any sense, and that made him angry. When Gin got angry, he tortured peopled and drank…and went to the shooting range. Not really for practice or anything. He just liked the feeling of shooting a gun. It was calming. It was better when accompanied by the smell of blood and his namesake alcohol, but… Anyway. Other people were stupid. They didn’t make sense, and they were only good when they were dead. Gin wanted Sherry dead so that she wouldn’t be stupid and frustrating anymore. She was still upset that he’d killed her sister nearly a year ago. What was her deal? Why get mad at him over it? He didn’t understand why she cared. He didn’t understand why he cared that she cared. Gin had never had anyone he was close to. He’d been raised in the Organization, and he’d been “Gin” for as long as he could remember. He had no family, so he couldn’t understand the bonds other people seemed to form. Maybe it was similar to the way he felt for his guns. If he could be said to love anything, it would be his guns…and hot chocolate, but no one but Vodka knew that because he’d walked in on Gin while Gin was drinking. Vodka had said it was kind of cute. Vodka ended up in the hospital, and the boss got mad at Gin. Gin didn’t understand what the big deal was. Vodka was replaceable. Vodka was the person to whom Gin was closest. Gin was told that the two were like brothers, so Gin imagined himself as understanding sibling relationship to some degree. The only reason why he hadn’t killed Vodka yet was because Vodka’s replacement might be even more obnoxious. And Gin was used to this level of obnoxious-ity. So he fancied himself as understanding Sherry’s feelings for her sister. Therefore he couldn’t understand why the hell she was so upset. Gin wouldn’t be carrying on like that if Vodka died. What was the big deal? He’d have to kill her. If she were dead, she couldn’t confuse him anymore. At the moment, the closest he could get to killing was firing a gun, so he headed for the shooting range. Unfortunately two of his least favorite people were already there. Bourbon was taking aim at the target while Vermouth sat on the sidelines and smirked like a cat. Gin liked killing cats. He really wished he could kill Vermouth—cackle as he filled her with bullet holes and then smear her blood all over before mutilating the corpse. He’d told Vodka that once, and Vodka had shivered and told him that he was nuts. Vodka didn’t get it because Vodka wasn’t raised in the Organization like Gin. Gin had been brought up a killer without emotions. Only another killer without emotions could understand what delight Gin would take in Vermouth’s destruction. Sherry should have understood. Sherry’s parents had both been in the Organization. Sherry had been raised in the Organization like him, but…unlike him, she’d been coddled. She’d never been trained like he had. They were different. That was why she was confusing and frustrating. She didn’t know any better. Maybe if he could teach her to be like him, then they could get along better. He just needed to make her be like him. No. It would be better to kill her. More satisfying. Or maybe he would keep her alive and torture her. Decisions, decisions. “Gin,” Vermouth snickered as he entered the arena “You’ll never guess, but our little Bourbon is in love.” “Vermouth-san,” Bourbon growled in that low, overly-friendly warning tone with a saccharine smile. “Don’t joke around like that. He may take you seriously.” “Oh, I’m not joking.” Vermouth smirked a bit of tongue sticking out facetiously. “You’re in L-O-V-E, loooove.” Bourbon turned with a glare, leveling his gun at his coworker. “I said, don’t joke around like that. Please.” Vermouth held up her hands and shrugged, not looking the least bit perturbed by the firearm. “Have it your way, Romeo. If you’d just be honest about your feelings, Big Sister Vermouth could help you out, you know.” Bourbon turned back to the target and shot his bullets in an x pattern over the heart. Only they weren’t in perfect alignment like they usually were. It wasn’t like Bourbon. The young man usually had impeccable precision. Vermouth’s taunts were throwing him off…or else he really was in love. Love was stupid, like other people. And Sherry. Gin never planned on falling in love. He wasn’t even sure that he could. “You two are obnoxious,” Gin decreed, turning around and going back to his room. Shooting a target wasn’t worth having to deal with Bourbon and Vermouth. Once he got back, he locked the door and made a cup of hot chocolate. He stared into the flames as he sipped at his consolation chocolate, and he tried to call up memories of the scent of burning corpses. Some people liked cinnamon. Gin liked death. It was calming. He took slow drinks from his mug, little by little, and it made him feel better—less angry, confused, and frustrated—for the time being…but when he’d finished… He sighed, throwing the mug Vodka had given him as a gag gift (and subsequently ended up in the hospital for even bringing up the incident) into the fire. He wanted Sherry to be there. So he could kill her. So that she’d stop making him angry…and frustrated…and confused. He got up and made other cup of hot chocolate.
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Post by neonquincy1217 on Oct 30, 2015 4:02:20 GMT
Well, yeah. That turned out to be a one-sided GinxSherry, like you said...
Also, shout-out to Saguru-Santa!~ Gotta love him :"3 (I wonder what Keiko got Hakuba, tho)
Also, I read in one of the reviews about "the two guys in their bushes" thing... and I'm curious too. Was that intentional *evil grin*
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Post by Mikauzoran on Oct 30, 2015 11:06:52 GMT
What Icy said? No. I still have no idea what you guys mean, and Icy wouldn't explain it to me. :/ Does it sound like a reference to something? What am I missing here? I feel like an idiot.
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Post by Mikauzoran on Oct 31, 2015 1:57:13 GMT
A thought: My copious use of italics in my original document often annoys me when I copy-pasta it here and then have to go through the whole thing and redo the italics...but this fic doesn't have any italics. It's kind of nice. StarlightDragons: Kaito working excessively hard at magic or entirely avoiding magic, after/because of Toichi's death?
When my dad died, my memories of him where my worst enemies. I’d remember sitting on his lap when I was little and him talking to me about preforming. And remembering that hurt because I would never sit on his lap again. I’d think of how he used to take me into his workshop, show me his tools—the rings, the cards, the handkerchiefs, the birds… He’d teach me how to shuffle, and he’d let me help him train the doves. The birds ate right out of my hand, and he’d teach me each and every one’s name. …And it made my chest ache and my eyes burn because we’d never spend time together like that again. Remembering what my dad told me, his instructions and training, was painful right after his death—all that stuff about how to hold the cards, where to hide the quarter, how to misdirect the audience’s attention…poker face…. Thinking about things like that hurt eight year-old Kaito immensely. So he tried not to. He tried to box all that up and put it away so it wouldn’t hurt anymore. It worked for a little while, but not so much in the long run. For six months after my old man died, I avoided magic like the plague. Magic was what had stolen him away from me in the first place. My mom was in the hospital after her breakdown, and I was passed around between distant relatives and family friends—none of which I had ever met before. I was lonely, and it hurt to remember what I had lost. So I didn’t think about it. I don’t remember a lot of what happened those first six months. I get the impression that I stared off into space a lot. There are snippets here and there, but they’re all a monotonous, depressing blur. The one thing that stands out is the first day I did a card trick again. There was a girl at the park who had fallen down and skinned her knee. She was crying, and I went over to her and showed her one of the first tricks I had ever learned. She brightened right up, and it made me feel good about myself that I had used magic to make someone happy. That was when I decided to try magic again. I remembered all of the things that my dad had told me about how to play to the audience, how to keep them entertained, make them laugh, make them feel something, connect with you through your tricks, and I did my best to put all of that advice into practice. I missed my dad, and doing magic was my way back to him. I threw myself into it after that, and that was almost as painful as trying not to remember because I was out of practice and sucked pretty bad. I was desperate to get better, though, so I practiced every day, and by the time my mom got out of the hospital a year later, I was well on my way to being a mediocre street magician. It was a step in the right direction. Now, I see magic as a link connecting me with my father. It’s a special language that the two of us speak. When I do his tricks or use what he taught me to create my own, I feel him right there beside me, speaking to me through the magic.
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Post by neonquincy1217 on Oct 31, 2015 11:44:07 GMT
This is kinda sad, actually, what with what happened to me lately... ( random: I loooooove Sadness so much! I love how Phyllis Smith did her voice! I love her purpose in the movie! I. LOVE. HER. andIstillcantgetoverthistearjerkingmovieandPixarcomesalongandsays"heylet'smakeanotherone," andpoof!TheGoodDinosaur coming to cinemas soon grrrOkay, who's up for another feel trip?) But the thing is this is a Kaito fic! We looooove Kaito and we looooove fics about him like this because we see he's not perfect! And we loooove imperfection! (hmm, note to self: "imperfection" sounds like a good prompt)Oh, about Icy's review... {How I understood it is...} " two guys in their bushes"... pubic hair? *blushes* But seeing as you don't know, I think you really didn't mean it "that way" so just... forget it *awkward laughter*
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Post by Mikauzoran on Oct 31, 2015 12:35:10 GMT
I was afraid you might read this. *Glomps and nuzzles the sadness out of you*
Actually, when I was drawing numbers out of a hat for the prompt match up, I at first drew this prompt for you and was like, "Gak! O.O Hell no!"
Anyway, I'll just put it out of my mind then. *Shrugs*
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Post by neonquincy1217 on Oct 31, 2015 14:39:58 GMT
D'aww that's super nice of you Mikau. *glomps back*
IWUVYOUSOMUCH, with or without all-you-can-eat uber fancy desserts buffet coupon (although that'd be nice too, except that'll be asking for too much). That makes me giddy-giddy inside, really (also, A Perfect Child kinda ended up in that direction soooo... yeah, enough writing post-Toichi's death Little Kaito for me, for now...). I'd like to stay away from angsty stuff for a while... but no matter how hard I try, angst just keeps coming back *points at Playing House* It's partly what's keeping me away from finishing my five-year-old fic lately (oooh I hope my readers don't hate me O.O)
Oh, right? Right? *nudge-nudges "that thingy" outta my mind too*
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