The Seduction of Kid - 63. Sarcasm
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Angst/Drama/Crime
Words: 394
He was getting tired of her games. Vermouth seemed content to dance around the point of the matter, watching him stew where he knelt on the floor beside Ran's unconscious form with the white clad thief standing over them like some strange guardian spirit.
“As much as I enjoy these little chats,” Conan grated out, sarcasm dripping from ever word. “I'd like for you to get to the point.”
The look she gave him might have been funny under different circumstances. She almost seemed upset that he was ruining her performance.
“The point,” She said at length. “Is they believe I may know something that I am not revealing.” Which she did, but that was something else altogether. “I don't take kindly to being treated as a traitor after so long giving them my loyal service.”
So, there it was, the crux of the matter. Her boss was starting to doubt her, and Vermouth didn't like it.
“This was a test, wasn't it?” Kid said, something like unholy amusement slipping into his tone. “And if you fail it you're dead.”
Vermouth's look turned acid at that, and Kid laughed right back at her. It was a sharp reminder to Conan that Kid dealt with the criminal element on an entirely different level than he did. He'd always been aware that Kid was a thief of course, but this was a whole new understanding of that fact.
“Oh, that's just precious,” Kid snickered. “Isn't it always that way? You give your loyalty, give your trust, then they just turn around and stab you in the back. Such thanks...”
“What would you know of it?” Vermouth hissed. It brought to mind a viper curling tightly and readying to strike.
“That I'm my own boss, and quite proud of it.”
“Kid,” Conan growled warningly, rolling his eyes. The thief gave a little huff as if Conan was ruining the only fun he'd had in days, but subsided. Turning sharp blue eyes on Vermouth, who was looking downright sour now, Conan asked, “What do you want then? You know I'm not going to help you escape justice.”
The woman laughed in amusement and waved her hand dismissively as she said, “I don't need your help for that. What I want is to help you.”
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Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Angst/Drama/Crime
Words: 394
He was getting tired of her games. Vermouth seemed content to dance around the point of the matter, watching him stew where he knelt on the floor beside Ran's unconscious form with the white clad thief standing over them like some strange guardian spirit.
“As much as I enjoy these little chats,” Conan grated out, sarcasm dripping from ever word. “I'd like for you to get to the point.”
The look she gave him might have been funny under different circumstances. She almost seemed upset that he was ruining her performance.
“The point,” She said at length. “Is they believe I may know something that I am not revealing.” Which she did, but that was something else altogether. “I don't take kindly to being treated as a traitor after so long giving them my loyal service.”
So, there it was, the crux of the matter. Her boss was starting to doubt her, and Vermouth didn't like it.
“This was a test, wasn't it?” Kid said, something like unholy amusement slipping into his tone. “And if you fail it you're dead.”
Vermouth's look turned acid at that, and Kid laughed right back at her. It was a sharp reminder to Conan that Kid dealt with the criminal element on an entirely different level than he did. He'd always been aware that Kid was a thief of course, but this was a whole new understanding of that fact.
“Oh, that's just precious,” Kid snickered. “Isn't it always that way? You give your loyalty, give your trust, then they just turn around and stab you in the back. Such thanks...”
“What would you know of it?” Vermouth hissed. It brought to mind a viper curling tightly and readying to strike.
“That I'm my own boss, and quite proud of it.”
“Kid,” Conan growled warningly, rolling his eyes. The thief gave a little huff as if Conan was ruining the only fun he'd had in days, but subsided. Turning sharp blue eyes on Vermouth, who was looking downright sour now, Conan asked, “What do you want then? You know I'm not going to help you escape justice.”
The woman laughed in amusement and waved her hand dismissively as she said, “I don't need your help for that. What I want is to help you.”
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