The Seduction of Kid - 62. Circuitry
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Angst/Drama/Crime
Words: 299
The woman flicked back a slithering lock of her hair and leaned back against one of the metal shipping crates in the building, one arm still wrapped, almost defensively, around her torso. Her eyes were closed and she looked perfectly in control, perfectly composed. Despite that, Conan could tell there was something off.
As a detective part of the job was learning to understand posture and body language. She seemed annoyed, or deeper, extremely angry. It was the kind of black anger Conan was becoming all too familiar with, much to his chagrin. The kind of anger that often lead people to commit unspeakable acts.
That aside... Conan glanced at Ran before focusing on Vermouth once more. He felt bad about leaving Ran tied up still, but he knew better than to take his attention off of Vermouth, even with Kid there. She was as slippery as they came.
“My associates no longer believe Kudou Shinichi is dead.”
That single line, so few words that said so much, made every bit of circuitry in his nervous system shut down for several seconds. His breath caught, his heart stopped, his mind blanked, every nerve ending tingled with numbness.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Kid asked, curiosity seeping through the amiably mocking tone.
Vermouth lifted her head, eyes opening slowly, and shot them an amused glance. “I see,” she murmured, clearly amused. “Is that how it is? Never mind that, my sneaky Poltergeist, I'm sure I'm understood well enough.”
Conan glared at her, biting back the scathing words and anger he wanted to fling at her. She smirked at him, almost viciously amused by his restraint.
“What matters,” she murmured. “Is that they believe Edogawa Conan to be connected to Kudou Shinichi.”
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Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Angst/Drama/Crime
Words: 299
The woman flicked back a slithering lock of her hair and leaned back against one of the metal shipping crates in the building, one arm still wrapped, almost defensively, around her torso. Her eyes were closed and she looked perfectly in control, perfectly composed. Despite that, Conan could tell there was something off.
As a detective part of the job was learning to understand posture and body language. She seemed annoyed, or deeper, extremely angry. It was the kind of black anger Conan was becoming all too familiar with, much to his chagrin. The kind of anger that often lead people to commit unspeakable acts.
That aside... Conan glanced at Ran before focusing on Vermouth once more. He felt bad about leaving Ran tied up still, but he knew better than to take his attention off of Vermouth, even with Kid there. She was as slippery as they came.
“My associates no longer believe Kudou Shinichi is dead.”
That single line, so few words that said so much, made every bit of circuitry in his nervous system shut down for several seconds. His breath caught, his heart stopped, his mind blanked, every nerve ending tingled with numbness.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Kid asked, curiosity seeping through the amiably mocking tone.
Vermouth lifted her head, eyes opening slowly, and shot them an amused glance. “I see,” she murmured, clearly amused. “Is that how it is? Never mind that, my sneaky Poltergeist, I'm sure I'm understood well enough.”
Conan glared at her, biting back the scathing words and anger he wanted to fling at her. She smirked at him, almost viciously amused by his restraint.
“What matters,” she murmured. “Is that they believe Edogawa Conan to be connected to Kudou Shinichi.”
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