Nebulous Drabbles 2
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: There's some KaiShin down there.
Rating: K mostly
Warnings: Random drabbles/ficbits. Lots of crack this time around...
Genre: Multiple.
A/N: Many of the following drabbles are complete crack and stupidity. Apparently me trying to free myself from writer's block results in this. I apologize ahead of time for subjecting you all to it.
Kid heists were like a game of high stakes poker; only, instead of betting chips and money, they played with gems and freedom. In the end it was the person with the best Poker Face, the one who could fool them all and call their bluffs that came out on top. That was why Kid was King of the Table: Not because he was skilled, though that helped, but because he was the best at bluffing and reading them.
Nakamori was the big looser, unable to keep his emotion under control, he bet high and loud and bragged his way through every hand. He could never keep his cards close to his chest, always allowed the other players a tiny peek. That was okay though, because he always brought enough to the table to add a little flavor to the game, he was something of a dark horse who could suddenly change at any moment.
Hakuba was the hardest opponent he'd ever played against. Once Hakuba had wizened up he found a way to get under Kid's skin, behind his Poker Face, and called his bluff every time. Hakuba understood him in a way no one else ever dared. He knew when to place his bets, knew when to fold. He was a cunning player who could read the signals almost as well as Kid.
Edogawa was the most challenging, because he was just as insane and unpredictable as Kid himself, but, in that same light, it made him easy to play against. He was the high better: He came in without warning, joined the table when he pleased and left just as quickly. When he bet he always bet high, and no one could ever tell if he was bluffing or had the cards to back up his bravado. He was a thrill, plain and simple.
So Kid shuffled the deck, and tossed out the cards one by one until they all had a full hand. They placed their bets, and played for gems, and freedom, and sometimes lives. The entire time he grinned a devil may care grin at the world. He was King of the Table, after all, and wasn't going to give up his title so easily.
Shinichi sat on the thinly carpeted floor, face completely deadpan. His arms were tied behind his back, but not uncomfortably so. In fact, he'd go so far as to say that the only reason he wasn't comfortable was that his back was aching a bit from not being able to lean against anything, since he'd been left to sit in the middle of the room. Ahead of him were a pair of five paneled, glass, french doors, open, that lead onto a slim balcony. Beyond the balcony the city glowed, unaware that the Great Detective of the East had been kidnapped and tied up on someone's floor.
Then Kid dropped down, almost in slow motion, with his cape fluttering dramatically, and the light pinging off the lens of his monocle, to land with nary a sound on the balcony railing. The tilt of Kid's hat was jaunty, and the thief sent him a rakish grin before giving a little hop, and dropping to the floor of the balcony itself.
Kid strode forward, a slow majestic walk that was meant to emphasize his grandeur, Shinichi was sure, and said, “I'm here to save you, Tantei-kun!” even as he held his hands up in a dramatic 'look at me!' gesture.
“I don't need saving,” Shinichi shot back, annoyed.
Apparently his lack of swooning at the arrival of his 'hero' threw Kid off as the thief stopped and blinked at him. “But, I was sent a note saying that I needed to rescue you. And you are tied up.”
“I'm not a damsel in distress,” growled Shinichi, and was about to explain that he wasn't tied up very well anyway, and could escape whenever he wanted when someone stomped their foot down hard enough to make their presence known.
Shinichi didn't turn to look, knowing it was just his 'kidnapper.'
Kid seemed to be ignoring them in favor of Shinichi as well, and whined, “But, Tantei-kun! I came here to rescue you!” The thief even had the audacity to cross his arms and pout.
Behind Shinichi, Sonoko gave a shrill cackle that she apparently thought passed for an evil laugh. “And now that I've lured you into my trap, you will never escape Kaitou Kid-sama! I will keep you hear by holding your beloved Tantei-kun as a hostage until you agree to be with me forever!”
“And then we'll escape via the window in proper dramatic fashion,” Kid explained, apparently trying to coerce Shinichi into agreeing with him. “After which we'll have a romantic kiss under the moonlight. Or maybe that should happen before we leap from the balcony, and while I'm holding you for the plunge.”
“–then we'll get married, and honeymoon in Venice where I will change you, and you'll give up your dastardly criminals ways just for me. Except when you need them to save me, of course.”
A tick had developed in his eye as the two carried on: Sonoko with her Villainous Monologue on her Plan to capture Kid's heart away from him (Since when did he have that anyway?!), while Kid explained the proper way to exit a scene like this. Finally fed up, Shinichi kicked out with his leg and sent a, sadly, very soft throw pillow hurtling at Kid. The pillow smacked the thief hard enough in the stomach to make him double over with a whoosh of expelled air.
“Tantei-kuuuun,” Kid whined, giving him the same look one would expect from a wounded puppy.
“Get lost!” Shinichi barked, in annoyance. “I don't need rescuing, Sonoko isn't dangerous, and I certainly don't need romantic rescuing.”
With a few twists he had his arms freed, and was standing and marching toward the door. Sonoko hadn't even noticed. Kid, however, followed him like an absurd shadow. “Well, how about that kiss then? I did come to your rescue regardless.”
“No!”
Shinichi didn't care if Ran liked Sonoko or not, he was never going near her again.
A large cloud of smoke slowly billowed outward and up. The lights had dimmed down to the perfect dramatic setting. At every window the curtains fluttered inward, though Shinichi wasn't sure how Kid had managed that one. A figure was in the smoke, slowly becoming more visible as his silhouette gained detail.
Sucking in a breath Shinichi got ready to call the thief's name. “Ki–” Shinichi's voice was strangled off in a fit of coughing as he choked on his own saliva. He brought his hand up, and thumped his own chest to try and restart his lungs.
Somewhere, behind him, he heard a great crash. Considering Hakuba was the only one who had been right behind him, Shinichi was pretty sure he'd just gone down. If he'd looked back he'd have found that the other detective had tripped over his own feet and facevaulted right into the pristine parquet flooring.
But, no, Shinichi couldn't tear his eyes off of Kid, because Kid was... Well...
Kid was wearing a fluffy white poet's shirt, the neckline of which dipped absurdly low, allowing a great deal of pale, defined flesh from sternum toward his waist to be perused. At his waist a deep wine red cummerbund was wound to delineate his top from the skin tight dark gray breeches he was sporting. And, when Shinichi said tight, he meant it. They left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and formed, almost lovingly, to.. to...
He stared, brain short circuiting with an almost audible click.
Apparently Kid was worried about Shinichi's lack of response– The dear detective was merely standing there staring, slack jawed. –as he propped a dark, leather gloved fist on his hip, and shifted his weight to rest on one leg. “What's the matter Precious Tantei? Don't you appreciate the change in costume? I thought it would be nice to... spice things up a bit.”
Shinichi forcibly dragged his attention back up, taking absent minded note of the polished black boots Kid was wearing, and not so absent note of the way his tight (very, very tight) pants conformed to every little shift and nuance of his movement, to gawk at Kid's face.
Which gave him even more pause, because Kid had eye shadow and glitter that he could see despite the top hat he still wore. Of course, he still had his monocle on, but Shinichi had no doubt Kid had done the other eye just the same.
And he was juggling three crystal spheres in his other hand.
What the hell?
As Shinichi's brain began to churn back into working order, and he gave a little croak, he tried to decide whether to be horrified – Like the gurgling Hakuba behind him –or vastly amused.
Well, that, and he was a little turned on. (Tight pants. Really, really, really tight pants.)
Kid pouted, gathered his cape, far thicker and more ornate than usual, and gave it a swirl. The next thing Shinichi knew he was in a poofy silvery ballroom gown, with Kid's arm wrapped firmly around his waist, and the thief disconcertingly close.
“I can give you all your dreams and desires,” Kid leered at him.
“You have no power over me,” Shinichi deadpanned in reply.
“Wanna bet?” Kid cooed.
Magic swirled up from the floor, tightening and tightening into a neat spiraling coil until it reached its pinnacle, and, with a soft whumph of displaced air, the magical glow rushed upward, downward, out along the ceiling and floor like water splashing over. Shinichi swayed slightly, the magic fizzling out and receding around him, and made sure he didn't drop the grimoire perched lightly on one hand. He blinked a few times to clear away the afterimages of the Traveling, only to realize that the pink wasn't going away.
The room he'd landed in really was all pink.
Shinichi gave his head a shake, feeling more than a little baffled until a slight snore to his left had him turning.
With a stifled gasp, Shinichi jerked back, and just barely kept himself from crashing into a set of shelves. There, on the bed, lay Gin. It was no doubt in his mind that that was who that was, even if the psychotic man was dressed in pink footy pajamas with Hello Kitty heads printed all over them, and was clutching a Hello Kitty plushie to his chest while laying on his pink Hello Kitty comforter covered bed, head resting on his pink Hello Kitty pillow.
He also had his hair tied tightly up in pink Hello Kitty ribbons.
Slowly, Shinichi glanced around the room, and found only more pink and Hello Kitty memorabilia meeting his gaze.
“I think,” he whispered to himself, feeling traumatized. “My calculations were off.”
Wrenching the grimoire open so hard the spine creaked, Shinichi quickly delved through it and began to ramble off another set of coordinates: He didn't care where he landed so long as it didn't get him killed, and it wasn't here.
In another swirl of magic and air, the time traveling detective vanished, leaving the psycho to keep on sleeping and peacefully dreaming his pink Hello Kitty dreams.
The music was so loud it made his bones rattle when the beat hiked up on the chorus. He didn't care though, and it might have annoyed his mom, but he never asked. She seemed to have decided to use it as a signal of sorts, because he only listened to it right before he left on a Kid heist.
He'd found the CD that had it on it in a little store that sold pirated music and DVDs, had merely picked it up because the name of this song had made him chortle. He'd never expected it to be so fitting, never expected it to, in his mind, become something of a theme song.
Hey, all great characters needed a theme song right? So why shouldn't Kid have one?
Grinning wildly, Kaito bounced around the room to the blaring sound of the music, voice cast into a perfect replica of the singer as he sung along. He hadn't really gotten it at first, had taken awhile for him to pick up all the English, but he wasn't Kaitou Kid for nothing, he learned fast but...
Well, this was his song now, as far as he was concerned. It helped psyche him up for his heists.
Laughing breathlessly, excitement thrumming through his veins like a drug, he posed and strummed his fingers through the air like he was playing a guitar. Tonight he would fly, he would steal, and he would come home to a mother who'd stayed up so she could make excuses for him, just in case, and tomorrow he would be normal again...
But, for now, he was Kaitou Kid, for now he was on top of the world.
Side Note: The song in question is “You're Gonna Go Far, Kid” by Offspring
He was wearing an eye patch instead of a monocle.
Shinichi had no idea why he was focusing on that fact rather than the rest of the frilly pirate outfit Kid was wearing– and was that a peg leg? –but he was. Somehow, that just seemed important.
Maybe it was because Kid's eye patch was emblazoned with his signature clover emblem.
Kid grinned down at the gathered task force, brandished an obviously fake cutlass, and jeered, “Arrr, mateys! Hand over me booty or I'll swab the poop deck with yer innards!”
“What the hell?” Shinichi heard the words leave his mouth without permission.
Above them, Kid braced his peg leg on a low ledge, and leaned his forearm on his knee. “Well, I figured if they can have a National Talk Like a Pirate Day, I can have a heist where I dress like a pirate.”
“That's not until September.”
“Don't be ruinin' me fun, First Mate Tantei-kun, savvy?”
Pairing: There's some KaiShin down there.
Rating: K mostly
Warnings: Random drabbles/ficbits. Lots of crack this time around...
Genre: Multiple.
A/N: Many of the following drabbles are complete crack and stupidity. Apparently me trying to free myself from writer's block results in this. I apologize ahead of time for subjecting you all to it.
High Stakes Poker
words: 371
words: 371
Kid heists were like a game of high stakes poker; only, instead of betting chips and money, they played with gems and freedom. In the end it was the person with the best Poker Face, the one who could fool them all and call their bluffs that came out on top. That was why Kid was King of the Table: Not because he was skilled, though that helped, but because he was the best at bluffing and reading them.
Nakamori was the big looser, unable to keep his emotion under control, he bet high and loud and bragged his way through every hand. He could never keep his cards close to his chest, always allowed the other players a tiny peek. That was okay though, because he always brought enough to the table to add a little flavor to the game, he was something of a dark horse who could suddenly change at any moment.
Hakuba was the hardest opponent he'd ever played against. Once Hakuba had wizened up he found a way to get under Kid's skin, behind his Poker Face, and called his bluff every time. Hakuba understood him in a way no one else ever dared. He knew when to place his bets, knew when to fold. He was a cunning player who could read the signals almost as well as Kid.
Edogawa was the most challenging, because he was just as insane and unpredictable as Kid himself, but, in that same light, it made him easy to play against. He was the high better: He came in without warning, joined the table when he pleased and left just as quickly. When he bet he always bet high, and no one could ever tell if he was bluffing or had the cards to back up his bravado. He was a thrill, plain and simple.
So Kid shuffled the deck, and tossed out the cards one by one until they all had a full hand. They placed their bets, and played for gems, and freedom, and sometimes lives. The entire time he grinned a devil may care grin at the world. He was King of the Table, after all, and wasn't going to give up his title so easily.
Kidnapped!
words: 673
words: 673
Shinichi sat on the thinly carpeted floor, face completely deadpan. His arms were tied behind his back, but not uncomfortably so. In fact, he'd go so far as to say that the only reason he wasn't comfortable was that his back was aching a bit from not being able to lean against anything, since he'd been left to sit in the middle of the room. Ahead of him were a pair of five paneled, glass, french doors, open, that lead onto a slim balcony. Beyond the balcony the city glowed, unaware that the Great Detective of the East had been kidnapped and tied up on someone's floor.
Then Kid dropped down, almost in slow motion, with his cape fluttering dramatically, and the light pinging off the lens of his monocle, to land with nary a sound on the balcony railing. The tilt of Kid's hat was jaunty, and the thief sent him a rakish grin before giving a little hop, and dropping to the floor of the balcony itself.
Kid strode forward, a slow majestic walk that was meant to emphasize his grandeur, Shinichi was sure, and said, “I'm here to save you, Tantei-kun!” even as he held his hands up in a dramatic 'look at me!' gesture.
“I don't need saving,” Shinichi shot back, annoyed.
Apparently his lack of swooning at the arrival of his 'hero' threw Kid off as the thief stopped and blinked at him. “But, I was sent a note saying that I needed to rescue you. And you are tied up.”
“I'm not a damsel in distress,” growled Shinichi, and was about to explain that he wasn't tied up very well anyway, and could escape whenever he wanted when someone stomped their foot down hard enough to make their presence known.
Shinichi didn't turn to look, knowing it was just his 'kidnapper.'
Kid seemed to be ignoring them in favor of Shinichi as well, and whined, “But, Tantei-kun! I came here to rescue you!” The thief even had the audacity to cross his arms and pout.
Behind Shinichi, Sonoko gave a shrill cackle that she apparently thought passed for an evil laugh. “And now that I've lured you into my trap, you will never escape Kaitou Kid-sama! I will keep you hear by holding your beloved Tantei-kun as a hostage until you agree to be with me forever!”
“And then we'll escape via the window in proper dramatic fashion,” Kid explained, apparently trying to coerce Shinichi into agreeing with him. “After which we'll have a romantic kiss under the moonlight. Or maybe that should happen before we leap from the balcony, and while I'm holding you for the plunge.”
“–then we'll get married, and honeymoon in Venice where I will change you, and you'll give up your dastardly criminals ways just for me. Except when you need them to save me, of course.”
A tick had developed in his eye as the two carried on: Sonoko with her Villainous Monologue on her Plan to capture Kid's heart away from him (Since when did he have that anyway?!), while Kid explained the proper way to exit a scene like this. Finally fed up, Shinichi kicked out with his leg and sent a, sadly, very soft throw pillow hurtling at Kid. The pillow smacked the thief hard enough in the stomach to make him double over with a whoosh of expelled air.
“Tantei-kuuuun,” Kid whined, giving him the same look one would expect from a wounded puppy.
“Get lost!” Shinichi barked, in annoyance. “I don't need rescuing, Sonoko isn't dangerous, and I certainly don't need romantic rescuing.”
With a few twists he had his arms freed, and was standing and marching toward the door. Sonoko hadn't even noticed. Kid, however, followed him like an absurd shadow. “Well, how about that kiss then? I did come to your rescue regardless.”
“No!”
Shinichi didn't care if Ran liked Sonoko or not, he was never going near her again.
Crystal Pipe Dream
words: 549
words: 549
A large cloud of smoke slowly billowed outward and up. The lights had dimmed down to the perfect dramatic setting. At every window the curtains fluttered inward, though Shinichi wasn't sure how Kid had managed that one. A figure was in the smoke, slowly becoming more visible as his silhouette gained detail.
Sucking in a breath Shinichi got ready to call the thief's name. “Ki–” Shinichi's voice was strangled off in a fit of coughing as he choked on his own saliva. He brought his hand up, and thumped his own chest to try and restart his lungs.
Somewhere, behind him, he heard a great crash. Considering Hakuba was the only one who had been right behind him, Shinichi was pretty sure he'd just gone down. If he'd looked back he'd have found that the other detective had tripped over his own feet and facevaulted right into the pristine parquet flooring.
But, no, Shinichi couldn't tear his eyes off of Kid, because Kid was... Well...
Kid was wearing a fluffy white poet's shirt, the neckline of which dipped absurdly low, allowing a great deal of pale, defined flesh from sternum toward his waist to be perused. At his waist a deep wine red cummerbund was wound to delineate his top from the skin tight dark gray breeches he was sporting. And, when Shinichi said tight, he meant it. They left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and formed, almost lovingly, to.. to...
He stared, brain short circuiting with an almost audible click.
Apparently Kid was worried about Shinichi's lack of response– The dear detective was merely standing there staring, slack jawed. –as he propped a dark, leather gloved fist on his hip, and shifted his weight to rest on one leg. “What's the matter Precious Tantei? Don't you appreciate the change in costume? I thought it would be nice to... spice things up a bit.”
Shinichi forcibly dragged his attention back up, taking absent minded note of the polished black boots Kid was wearing, and not so absent note of the way his tight (very, very tight) pants conformed to every little shift and nuance of his movement, to gawk at Kid's face.
Which gave him even more pause, because Kid had eye shadow and glitter that he could see despite the top hat he still wore. Of course, he still had his monocle on, but Shinichi had no doubt Kid had done the other eye just the same.
And he was juggling three crystal spheres in his other hand.
What the hell?
As Shinichi's brain began to churn back into working order, and he gave a little croak, he tried to decide whether to be horrified – Like the gurgling Hakuba behind him –or vastly amused.
Well, that, and he was a little turned on. (Tight pants. Really, really, really tight pants.)
Kid pouted, gathered his cape, far thicker and more ornate than usual, and gave it a swirl. The next thing Shinichi knew he was in a poofy silvery ballroom gown, with Kid's arm wrapped firmly around his waist, and the thief disconcertingly close.
“I can give you all your dreams and desires,” Kid leered at him.
“You have no power over me,” Shinichi deadpanned in reply.
“Wanna bet?” Kid cooed.
Pretty in Pink
words: 318
words: 318
Magic swirled up from the floor, tightening and tightening into a neat spiraling coil until it reached its pinnacle, and, with a soft whumph of displaced air, the magical glow rushed upward, downward, out along the ceiling and floor like water splashing over. Shinichi swayed slightly, the magic fizzling out and receding around him, and made sure he didn't drop the grimoire perched lightly on one hand. He blinked a few times to clear away the afterimages of the Traveling, only to realize that the pink wasn't going away.
The room he'd landed in really was all pink.
Shinichi gave his head a shake, feeling more than a little baffled until a slight snore to his left had him turning.
With a stifled gasp, Shinichi jerked back, and just barely kept himself from crashing into a set of shelves. There, on the bed, lay Gin. It was no doubt in his mind that that was who that was, even if the psychotic man was dressed in pink footy pajamas with Hello Kitty heads printed all over them, and was clutching a Hello Kitty plushie to his chest while laying on his pink Hello Kitty comforter covered bed, head resting on his pink Hello Kitty pillow.
He also had his hair tied tightly up in pink Hello Kitty ribbons.
Slowly, Shinichi glanced around the room, and found only more pink and Hello Kitty memorabilia meeting his gaze.
“I think,” he whispered to himself, feeling traumatized. “My calculations were off.”
Wrenching the grimoire open so hard the spine creaked, Shinichi quickly delved through it and began to ramble off another set of coordinates: He didn't care where he landed so long as it didn't get him killed, and it wasn't here.
In another swirl of magic and air, the time traveling detective vanished, leaving the psycho to keep on sleeping and peacefully dreaming his pink Hello Kitty dreams.
A Thousand Lies
words: 282
words: 282
The music was so loud it made his bones rattle when the beat hiked up on the chorus. He didn't care though, and it might have annoyed his mom, but he never asked. She seemed to have decided to use it as a signal of sorts, because he only listened to it right before he left on a Kid heist.
He'd found the CD that had it on it in a little store that sold pirated music and DVDs, had merely picked it up because the name of this song had made him chortle. He'd never expected it to be so fitting, never expected it to, in his mind, become something of a theme song.
Hey, all great characters needed a theme song right? So why shouldn't Kid have one?
Grinning wildly, Kaito bounced around the room to the blaring sound of the music, voice cast into a perfect replica of the singer as he sung along. He hadn't really gotten it at first, had taken awhile for him to pick up all the English, but he wasn't Kaitou Kid for nothing, he learned fast but...
Well, this was his song now, as far as he was concerned. It helped psyche him up for his heists.
Laughing breathlessly, excitement thrumming through his veins like a drug, he posed and strummed his fingers through the air like he was playing a guitar. Tonight he would fly, he would steal, and he would come home to a mother who'd stayed up so she could make excuses for him, just in case, and tomorrow he would be normal again...
But, for now, he was Kaitou Kid, for now he was on top of the world.
Side Note: The song in question is “You're Gonna Go Far, Kid” by Offspring
Coconut Kid
words: 165
words: 165
He was wearing an eye patch instead of a monocle.
Shinichi had no idea why he was focusing on that fact rather than the rest of the frilly pirate outfit Kid was wearing– and was that a peg leg? –but he was. Somehow, that just seemed important.
Maybe it was because Kid's eye patch was emblazoned with his signature clover emblem.
Kid grinned down at the gathered task force, brandished an obviously fake cutlass, and jeered, “Arrr, mateys! Hand over me booty or I'll swab the poop deck with yer innards!”
“What the hell?” Shinichi heard the words leave his mouth without permission.
Above them, Kid braced his peg leg on a low ledge, and leaned his forearm on his knee. “Well, I figured if they can have a National Talk Like a Pirate Day, I can have a heist where I dress like a pirate.”
“That's not until September.”
“Don't be ruinin' me fun, First Mate Tantei-kun, savvy?”
