The Seduction of Kid - 61. Dark
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Angst/Drama/Crime
Words: 361
Vermouth gave a satisfied cat-got-the-canary smile before prowling off around the room. Occasionally she'd stop to check for something, and each time she seemed to grow increasingly surprised, though she didn't show it in so much. Conan decided he was getting a little too used to being around Kid if he was learning to read these master actors so well.
For his part Kid tracked her, turning to follow her with his eyes and his card gun. Conan could see the grin on his face even now, but he didn't think he'd ever seen such a look on the thief's face before. It was sharper than normal, and just a bit dark.
If he hadn't known Kid as well as he liked to think he did (Which, admittedly, wasn't all that much. They were rivals. He was a detective, and Kid was his quarry. Nothing more, nothing less.) he might have been afraid of what the thief was capable of. Even with his innate understanding of Kaitou Kid and his policies some instinct made something chill trace down his spine.
Vermouth was unaffected, understandably so considering she crawled about with the slimiest of them all, but she kept a wary distance all the same.
“Looking for these?” Kid all but purred. The hand not holding his card gun came up, turned over, and opened. Several small recording and listening devices dropped from his hand to land on the cement flooring. They'd all been carefully removed and shut off.
The woman grinned, crossing her arms and resting her weight on one foot more than the other. “Clever, very clever... Such good pet allies you have. I wonder, is Sherry here as well?”
Conan gave a enraged growl that caused them both to spare him a glance in their wary circling. It seemed like, even in Vermouth's apparent knowledge of who he was, she had forgotten that he, too, was a predator in this game.
“You wanted to talk, so talk,” he commanded, no longer really Conan at all. In the space behind his eyes he knew she could see the tightly coiled image of Kudou Shinichi waiting to spring.
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Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Angst/Drama/Crime
Words: 361
Vermouth gave a satisfied cat-got-the-canary smile before prowling off around the room. Occasionally she'd stop to check for something, and each time she seemed to grow increasingly surprised, though she didn't show it in so much. Conan decided he was getting a little too used to being around Kid if he was learning to read these master actors so well.
For his part Kid tracked her, turning to follow her with his eyes and his card gun. Conan could see the grin on his face even now, but he didn't think he'd ever seen such a look on the thief's face before. It was sharper than normal, and just a bit dark.
If he hadn't known Kid as well as he liked to think he did (Which, admittedly, wasn't all that much. They were rivals. He was a detective, and Kid was his quarry. Nothing more, nothing less.) he might have been afraid of what the thief was capable of. Even with his innate understanding of Kaitou Kid and his policies some instinct made something chill trace down his spine.
Vermouth was unaffected, understandably so considering she crawled about with the slimiest of them all, but she kept a wary distance all the same.
“Looking for these?” Kid all but purred. The hand not holding his card gun came up, turned over, and opened. Several small recording and listening devices dropped from his hand to land on the cement flooring. They'd all been carefully removed and shut off.
The woman grinned, crossing her arms and resting her weight on one foot more than the other. “Clever, very clever... Such good pet allies you have. I wonder, is Sherry here as well?”
Conan gave a enraged growl that caused them both to spare him a glance in their wary circling. It seemed like, even in Vermouth's apparent knowledge of who he was, she had forgotten that he, too, was a predator in this game.
“You wanted to talk, so talk,” he commanded, no longer really Conan at all. In the space behind his eyes he knew she could see the tightly coiled image of Kudou Shinichi waiting to spring.
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