Post by Mikauzoran on Apr 24, 2016 21:18:18 GMT
www.fanfiction.net/s/11937121/1/In-the-Spider-s-Web
Mikau: So here's the first 1405 words of my prompt fic. I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to organize it when I post it on ff.net, but this is the first of maybe two or three chapters. I hope to finish the fic in the next week or so, but it will be multi-part...and I will continue to be busy as we're in intensive depos for one of my firm's biggest cases while another big case goes to trial next week. I am falling to pieces. X.X But I really do hope to focus on my writing this week, so maybe I'll get the other chapters finished by next weekend. Fingers crossed.
Summary: Hakuba wakes, chained up in a jail cell with Kaito and a pregnant Ran. The Organization has taken them prisoner, intending to use them as hostages as the final battle erupts. Can the trio escape unharmed, and what will be the outcome of the raging war?
Taliya: "The devil did I do to end up in a jail cell with you of all people?!"
Hakuba Saguru was faintly aware of a presence off to his left—a half-familiar voice.
The part of his consciousness that was able to recall at the moment told him that he was in for a far worse migraine than he was already experiencing, but still he couldn’t fully recollect the person to whom that voice belonged through his current haze.
He tried to turn, to roll over onto his side, to catch a glimpse of his interlocutor, but he was restrained, immeasurably sore, and unable to see straight anyway.
“Good. I was beginning to worry about you,” the voice chuckled in a half-teasing, friendly tone, but it was obvious even to Saguru that his companion—‘Male’, Saguru thought as the ringing in his ears diminished and his vision began to clear—was forcing himself to sound optimistic and light-hearted. There was no real mirth underneath it all.
Saguru slowly, gingerly propped himself up, careful of his manacles and chains. He blinked and rubbed at his eyes, trying to make out the face of the other man. He could vaguely see an outline, but it was difficult to discern the features.
When he did finally determine the identity of his conversational partner, he cursed inwardly. The spirit of his unspoken profanity carried over into the way he groaned, “Kuroba.”
The other boy—pale and outfitted with fetters much like Hakuba’s own—gave a little snort as he pouted, “It’s been three years since high school graduation when you last saw me, and that’s how you greet me?!” Ever the drama queen, Kaito vastly overplayed the extent of his injury. “We were best friends back in the day. Does all of that mean nothing to you now?”
Yes. Saguru’s subconscious had been right about the owner of that half-remembered voice bringing on the mother of all migraines.
Saguru sighed, trying to have patience. If he exploded, it would only feed the born performer’s flame. “Kuroba, you have monopolized my social engagements calendar for these past three years with your semimonthly jewel heists. I see you every other weekend.” A touch of exasperation might have slipped into Saguru’s voice at the end.
Kaito rolled his eyes. “Are you still on about that whole Kaitou Kid thing?”
“I am not going to dignify that with a response,” Saguru grumbled, taking in his surroundings.
Things were pretty Spartan—concrete, chains, and thick steel bars. It was dark and damp, more like a dungeon than any Japanese prison Saguru had ever seen the inside of, but…
“The devil did I do to end up in a jail cell with you of all people?!” Saguru sputtered, searching desperately for an officer to whom he could protest that there had been a mistake.
Kaito glared and snapped sardonically. “Lady Luck decided to give you a break for once?”
Saguru paused in the frantic craning of his neck to shoot a deadpan expression at his cellmate. “I meant, why am I, of all people, in jail in the first place, and, secondly, why, Sweet Mother Mary, am I stuck with you.”
Kaito shrugged, quickly losing his fire as his gaze meandered off sullenly to the left. “Maybe the fashion police finally caught up with you for your hideously obnoxious tweed-wearing days,” he muttered without heat.
Saguru turned his head to quip back concerning ridiculous cat burglars traipsing about Tokyo in formal eveningwear when he finally noticed how unwell his rival looked.
Kuroba’s face was ashen, with a pallor beyond what the dim lighting could affect, and there was a haunted look in the magician’s eyes, speaking of a fear and anxiety far greater than what the law and justice done could provoke.
Beginning to feel that something was decidedly not right in a far more sinister way than he had originally suspected, Saguru lowered his voice and timidly urged, “Kuroba? Where are we, and why are we here? What’s going on?”
Kaito shook his head, letting the shreds of poker face fall in his exhaustion. Grimly he mumbled, “Me? I’m here because I wasn’t strong enough to protect her or myself. I was an idiot.”
Kuroba’s words didn’t make sense to Saguru, but he refrained from prodding again, sensing that it would do no good.
After a minute or two of unsettling silence, Kaito looked up and faced Saguru and began to speak again. “Hakuba, we’re in some serious fecal matter here. Stay calm, but know that we are royally screwed. The people that have us blow up buildings and kill without remorse. If we stop being of value to them, they’ll snuff us out with as much thought as you’d give to slapping a mosquito.” Kaito let his words sink in a little before he reiterated, “We’re in serious trouble here.”
Saguru took a deep breath and tried to keep calm and focused. He’d had a lot of practice with being kidnapped both professionally in his detective work and privately as the son of an English fashion magnate and a Japanese police superintendent, but the way Kuroba spoke about the people responsible this time…
“Okay then,” Saguru let out in one long, slow blow. “What do we do?”
Kaito frowned as he considered Hakuba. “…You’re not going to take a moment to freak out that you’ve been kidnapped by a super, massive, evil crime syndicate?”
Saguru shrugged. “I’ve been in comparable situations before. Not quite of the magnitude which you describe, but… Though, I do have two questions. Why do they want me this time?”
Kaito shook his head, genuinely surprised at Saguru’s composure. “They want an ace in their back pocket in case they need to persuade your father. They’ve just suffered a really hard blow, so they’re pretty much like a wounded tiger right now. They’re desperate, dangerous, and taking swipes at anyone and everyone who gets too close. I’m pretty sure that’s all there is to it. To my knowledge, there was no nefarious plot against your dad before all this started going down this past month.”
Kaito paused as Saguru gazed at him intently, eyebrows knitted as Saguru tried to piece the puzzle together.
“What? Problem?” Kaito pursed his lips.
Saguru shook his head but continued to study his companion. “No. It’s just that my other question was why in the world this syndicate took you, but…you seem rather knowledgeable about the situation. Did you know too much? Is that why you’re here?” Saguru shook his head once more, refuting his own theory before Kaito even had the chance. “No. That wouldn’t make sense. They would just kill you if you knew too much, if they’re as ruthless as you say. They’d only keep you alive like this if you were useful, so…” He trailed off, going back to contemplating his rival.
Kaito shifted uncomfortably, looking down and back to his left sorrowfully once more. “They didn’t mean to take me. I got in their way, and I guess they decided I was a bonus hostage, more valuable alive than dead. I don’t really get their logic; I would have just killed me, if I were them. Maybe they didn’t want to risk making any more of a scene, or maybe they didn’t think they could get the body cleaned up fast enough in a public space like that, but…” Kaito looked back up at Saguru with tired, misty eyes full of terror. “The only thing I can think of is that, like her, I’m important to someone who knows even more than I do, and they have nasty, wicked plans in store for me.”
“You keep referring to a woman, Kuroba. Whom do you mean?” Saguru broke in, finally asking for clarification when it became obvious that this was an important piece of information that the thief would not be forthcoming with.
Kaito blinked, clearly taken aback. He nodded off to his left in the shadows. “Her. Ran. I got in the way when they tried to take her.”
Saguru strained his eyes, peering through the dark at the vague outline some ways off that he’d taken to be bedding of some kind earlier when he’d done his initial scan. Now that he really looked, however, he could faintly make out that it really was the form of a young woman, seemingly unconscious.
She was unnervingly immobile, and it was difficult to say whether or not she was still breathing.
Mikau: So here's the first 1405 words of my prompt fic. I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to organize it when I post it on ff.net, but this is the first of maybe two or three chapters. I hope to finish the fic in the next week or so, but it will be multi-part...and I will continue to be busy as we're in intensive depos for one of my firm's biggest cases while another big case goes to trial next week. I am falling to pieces. X.X But I really do hope to focus on my writing this week, so maybe I'll get the other chapters finished by next weekend. Fingers crossed.
Summary: Hakuba wakes, chained up in a jail cell with Kaito and a pregnant Ran. The Organization has taken them prisoner, intending to use them as hostages as the final battle erupts. Can the trio escape unharmed, and what will be the outcome of the raging war?
Taliya: "The devil did I do to end up in a jail cell with you of all people?!"
In the Spider's Web
“Are you finally coming to, Sleeping Beauty?”Hakuba Saguru was faintly aware of a presence off to his left—a half-familiar voice.
The part of his consciousness that was able to recall at the moment told him that he was in for a far worse migraine than he was already experiencing, but still he couldn’t fully recollect the person to whom that voice belonged through his current haze.
He tried to turn, to roll over onto his side, to catch a glimpse of his interlocutor, but he was restrained, immeasurably sore, and unable to see straight anyway.
“Good. I was beginning to worry about you,” the voice chuckled in a half-teasing, friendly tone, but it was obvious even to Saguru that his companion—‘Male’, Saguru thought as the ringing in his ears diminished and his vision began to clear—was forcing himself to sound optimistic and light-hearted. There was no real mirth underneath it all.
Saguru slowly, gingerly propped himself up, careful of his manacles and chains. He blinked and rubbed at his eyes, trying to make out the face of the other man. He could vaguely see an outline, but it was difficult to discern the features.
When he did finally determine the identity of his conversational partner, he cursed inwardly. The spirit of his unspoken profanity carried over into the way he groaned, “Kuroba.”
The other boy—pale and outfitted with fetters much like Hakuba’s own—gave a little snort as he pouted, “It’s been three years since high school graduation when you last saw me, and that’s how you greet me?!” Ever the drama queen, Kaito vastly overplayed the extent of his injury. “We were best friends back in the day. Does all of that mean nothing to you now?”
Yes. Saguru’s subconscious had been right about the owner of that half-remembered voice bringing on the mother of all migraines.
Saguru sighed, trying to have patience. If he exploded, it would only feed the born performer’s flame. “Kuroba, you have monopolized my social engagements calendar for these past three years with your semimonthly jewel heists. I see you every other weekend.” A touch of exasperation might have slipped into Saguru’s voice at the end.
Kaito rolled his eyes. “Are you still on about that whole Kaitou Kid thing?”
“I am not going to dignify that with a response,” Saguru grumbled, taking in his surroundings.
Things were pretty Spartan—concrete, chains, and thick steel bars. It was dark and damp, more like a dungeon than any Japanese prison Saguru had ever seen the inside of, but…
“The devil did I do to end up in a jail cell with you of all people?!” Saguru sputtered, searching desperately for an officer to whom he could protest that there had been a mistake.
Kaito glared and snapped sardonically. “Lady Luck decided to give you a break for once?”
Saguru paused in the frantic craning of his neck to shoot a deadpan expression at his cellmate. “I meant, why am I, of all people, in jail in the first place, and, secondly, why, Sweet Mother Mary, am I stuck with you.”
Kaito shrugged, quickly losing his fire as his gaze meandered off sullenly to the left. “Maybe the fashion police finally caught up with you for your hideously obnoxious tweed-wearing days,” he muttered without heat.
Saguru turned his head to quip back concerning ridiculous cat burglars traipsing about Tokyo in formal eveningwear when he finally noticed how unwell his rival looked.
Kuroba’s face was ashen, with a pallor beyond what the dim lighting could affect, and there was a haunted look in the magician’s eyes, speaking of a fear and anxiety far greater than what the law and justice done could provoke.
Beginning to feel that something was decidedly not right in a far more sinister way than he had originally suspected, Saguru lowered his voice and timidly urged, “Kuroba? Where are we, and why are we here? What’s going on?”
Kaito shook his head, letting the shreds of poker face fall in his exhaustion. Grimly he mumbled, “Me? I’m here because I wasn’t strong enough to protect her or myself. I was an idiot.”
Kuroba’s words didn’t make sense to Saguru, but he refrained from prodding again, sensing that it would do no good.
After a minute or two of unsettling silence, Kaito looked up and faced Saguru and began to speak again. “Hakuba, we’re in some serious fecal matter here. Stay calm, but know that we are royally screwed. The people that have us blow up buildings and kill without remorse. If we stop being of value to them, they’ll snuff us out with as much thought as you’d give to slapping a mosquito.” Kaito let his words sink in a little before he reiterated, “We’re in serious trouble here.”
Saguru took a deep breath and tried to keep calm and focused. He’d had a lot of practice with being kidnapped both professionally in his detective work and privately as the son of an English fashion magnate and a Japanese police superintendent, but the way Kuroba spoke about the people responsible this time…
“Okay then,” Saguru let out in one long, slow blow. “What do we do?”
Kaito frowned as he considered Hakuba. “…You’re not going to take a moment to freak out that you’ve been kidnapped by a super, massive, evil crime syndicate?”
Saguru shrugged. “I’ve been in comparable situations before. Not quite of the magnitude which you describe, but… Though, I do have two questions. Why do they want me this time?”
Kaito shook his head, genuinely surprised at Saguru’s composure. “They want an ace in their back pocket in case they need to persuade your father. They’ve just suffered a really hard blow, so they’re pretty much like a wounded tiger right now. They’re desperate, dangerous, and taking swipes at anyone and everyone who gets too close. I’m pretty sure that’s all there is to it. To my knowledge, there was no nefarious plot against your dad before all this started going down this past month.”
Kaito paused as Saguru gazed at him intently, eyebrows knitted as Saguru tried to piece the puzzle together.
“What? Problem?” Kaito pursed his lips.
Saguru shook his head but continued to study his companion. “No. It’s just that my other question was why in the world this syndicate took you, but…you seem rather knowledgeable about the situation. Did you know too much? Is that why you’re here?” Saguru shook his head once more, refuting his own theory before Kaito even had the chance. “No. That wouldn’t make sense. They would just kill you if you knew too much, if they’re as ruthless as you say. They’d only keep you alive like this if you were useful, so…” He trailed off, going back to contemplating his rival.
Kaito shifted uncomfortably, looking down and back to his left sorrowfully once more. “They didn’t mean to take me. I got in their way, and I guess they decided I was a bonus hostage, more valuable alive than dead. I don’t really get their logic; I would have just killed me, if I were them. Maybe they didn’t want to risk making any more of a scene, or maybe they didn’t think they could get the body cleaned up fast enough in a public space like that, but…” Kaito looked back up at Saguru with tired, misty eyes full of terror. “The only thing I can think of is that, like her, I’m important to someone who knows even more than I do, and they have nasty, wicked plans in store for me.”
“You keep referring to a woman, Kuroba. Whom do you mean?” Saguru broke in, finally asking for clarification when it became obvious that this was an important piece of information that the thief would not be forthcoming with.
Kaito blinked, clearly taken aback. He nodded off to his left in the shadows. “Her. Ran. I got in the way when they tried to take her.”
Saguru strained his eyes, peering through the dark at the vague outline some ways off that he’d taken to be bedding of some kind earlier when he’d done his initial scan. Now that he really looked, however, he could faintly make out that it really was the form of a young woman, seemingly unconscious.
She was unnervingly immobile, and it was difficult to say whether or not she was still breathing.