The Seduction of Kid - 83. Block
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Gen/Teeny Tiny Itsy Bitsy Angst
Words: 509
Kaito had been off kilter for days and he'd admit that, if only in his own mind. Akako had been acting exceptionally weird lately; telling him to keep an eye on his little sparrow because his wings were tiring, or something. He'd kind of tuned her out, but the nagging sensation that something was wrong had refused to allow him to block it from his mind completely.
He could also fully admit how peeved he'd been when Tantei-kun hadn't shown up for his heist. The little battle they'd been having over their last few meetings had been extremely fun, not to mention he kind of considered the brat a friend. Well, as much as he could consider one of the people trying to toss his ass in jail a friend. Kaito had a lot of those.
Disappointment had been a bitter taste, and the feel of hurt when he'd thought the little detective was giving up the game had been sharp. Now he was just confused, baffled, confounded, tossed for a loop.
Slowly Kaito lowered his eyes toward the object the boy was offering to him. “Tantei-kun....” he said slowly. “Why in the world would I want this?”
Conan smirked at him over the copy of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Adventure of the Final Problem. “Think of it as an exercise into knowing your enemy. You might learn something.”
Slowly, as if touching it would contaminate his gloves, Kaito delicately took an edge of the Sherlock Holmes novel, still not altogether sure this wasn't some sort of trap. Tantei-kun released his hold on it too soon, and Kaito nearly dropped it. Nimbly juggling the book he ended up holding it aloft, away from his body, by one corner, the pages fanned open to the air. Kaito grimaced at it. Hakuba would never let him live it down if he found out he had this...
Conan snickered at him, apparently taking no offense in his treatment of the gift and turned away, walking toward the door. Kaito couldn't help the sudden churning of disappointment that flared in his chest. Then the brat paused, as perfectly timed as any showman and, as he pulled something from his pocket, said, “Oh, yeah. I have one more gift for you.”
He half turned back toward Kaito, arm flashing out as he tossed whatever he held to the thief. Something gleamed in the air, and Kaito automatically caught the object. Looking down he blinked in startled surprise to find that damnable watch laying across the white fabric of his glove.
Jerking his head up, intent on saying something to the kid (Maybe asking him what was going on.) Kaito found that Conan had already disappeared. For once it was Kaitou Kid who'd been left standing, baffled, confused, and a bit lonely on the roof of a building where the wind plucked at his cloths. This whole thing felt distressingly like a good bye, and Kaito couldn't tell if it was the 'see you later' kind, or something more final.
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Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Gen/Teeny Tiny Itsy Bitsy Angst
Words: 509
Kaito had been off kilter for days and he'd admit that, if only in his own mind. Akako had been acting exceptionally weird lately; telling him to keep an eye on his little sparrow because his wings were tiring, or something. He'd kind of tuned her out, but the nagging sensation that something was wrong had refused to allow him to block it from his mind completely.
He could also fully admit how peeved he'd been when Tantei-kun hadn't shown up for his heist. The little battle they'd been having over their last few meetings had been extremely fun, not to mention he kind of considered the brat a friend. Well, as much as he could consider one of the people trying to toss his ass in jail a friend. Kaito had a lot of those.
Disappointment had been a bitter taste, and the feel of hurt when he'd thought the little detective was giving up the game had been sharp. Now he was just confused, baffled, confounded, tossed for a loop.
Slowly Kaito lowered his eyes toward the object the boy was offering to him. “Tantei-kun....” he said slowly. “Why in the world would I want this?”
Conan smirked at him over the copy of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Adventure of the Final Problem. “Think of it as an exercise into knowing your enemy. You might learn something.”
Slowly, as if touching it would contaminate his gloves, Kaito delicately took an edge of the Sherlock Holmes novel, still not altogether sure this wasn't some sort of trap. Tantei-kun released his hold on it too soon, and Kaito nearly dropped it. Nimbly juggling the book he ended up holding it aloft, away from his body, by one corner, the pages fanned open to the air. Kaito grimaced at it. Hakuba would never let him live it down if he found out he had this...
Conan snickered at him, apparently taking no offense in his treatment of the gift and turned away, walking toward the door. Kaito couldn't help the sudden churning of disappointment that flared in his chest. Then the brat paused, as perfectly timed as any showman and, as he pulled something from his pocket, said, “Oh, yeah. I have one more gift for you.”
He half turned back toward Kaito, arm flashing out as he tossed whatever he held to the thief. Something gleamed in the air, and Kaito automatically caught the object. Looking down he blinked in startled surprise to find that damnable watch laying across the white fabric of his glove.
Jerking his head up, intent on saying something to the kid (Maybe asking him what was going on.) Kaito found that Conan had already disappeared. For once it was Kaitou Kid who'd been left standing, baffled, confused, and a bit lonely on the roof of a building where the wind plucked at his cloths. This whole thing felt distressingly like a good bye, and Kaito couldn't tell if it was the 'see you later' kind, or something more final.
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