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The Seduction of Kid - 85. Defeat
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Gen
Words: 359
The curtains were pulled, and the room was shadowed, gray, but for the slight slips of light that were managing to penetrate the gloom. The manor house was silent, his parents having decided to give him the privacy he'd asked for. They had always been pretty good about that, and he really didn't want anyone to be around when this happened. Though they'd threatened to come check on him in two hours if he hadn't reappeared.
He'd already used up half an hours time sitting here, contemplating the little capsule he held in his hands, dressed in nothing but the blanket. Taking a deep breath he steeled himself, popped it in his mouth, and downed it with a gulp of water.
Ai had given him all the warnings he needed, and now all that was left was to do it. She'd said the chance of staying as he was, was tiny; he was more likely to die, or succeed.
A spasm in his arm muscles made his hand clench on the glass. He only just managed to set it aside before another one wracked his body.
Conan wrapped his arms around himself and dropped onto the bed, curling into a tight ball on his side as first cold suffused his entire body, then a wave of heat came up from the depths of his stomach. The pain followed a few seconds after that, and he could swear it was at least ten times worse than any other transformation.
Blackness beckoned at the edges of his vision, sweat trickled down his face, and he felt like he was being torn apart from the molecular level on up. His head was pounding in rhythm to his racing heartbeat.
Grinding his teeth together he refused to scream, because, somehow, that felt like admitting defeat. He fought against the increasing waves of pain until they swamped him completely and dragged him down into unconsciousness.
It never even occurred to him to fear the cure would kill him; never occurred to him to doubt his own will to survive or Ai's abilities.
He would make it. He would take them down. He would win.
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Pairing: Onesided ConanKid
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Gen
Words: 359
The curtains were pulled, and the room was shadowed, gray, but for the slight slips of light that were managing to penetrate the gloom. The manor house was silent, his parents having decided to give him the privacy he'd asked for. They had always been pretty good about that, and he really didn't want anyone to be around when this happened. Though they'd threatened to come check on him in two hours if he hadn't reappeared.
He'd already used up half an hours time sitting here, contemplating the little capsule he held in his hands, dressed in nothing but the blanket. Taking a deep breath he steeled himself, popped it in his mouth, and downed it with a gulp of water.
Ai had given him all the warnings he needed, and now all that was left was to do it. She'd said the chance of staying as he was, was tiny; he was more likely to die, or succeed.
A spasm in his arm muscles made his hand clench on the glass. He only just managed to set it aside before another one wracked his body.
Conan wrapped his arms around himself and dropped onto the bed, curling into a tight ball on his side as first cold suffused his entire body, then a wave of heat came up from the depths of his stomach. The pain followed a few seconds after that, and he could swear it was at least ten times worse than any other transformation.
Blackness beckoned at the edges of his vision, sweat trickled down his face, and he felt like he was being torn apart from the molecular level on up. His head was pounding in rhythm to his racing heartbeat.
Grinding his teeth together he refused to scream, because, somehow, that felt like admitting defeat. He fought against the increasing waves of pain until they swamped him completely and dragged him down into unconsciousness.
It never even occurred to him to fear the cure would kill him; never occurred to him to doubt his own will to survive or Ai's abilities.
He would make it. He would take them down. He would win.
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