[Feb 1st] [Magic Kaitou] The Longest Night (random scene)
Title: The Longest Night (random scene)
Day/Theme: February 1st - "Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kaitou Kid, Nakamori Aoko
Rating: PG
He pushed her gently away. "No, this has got to stop."
Aoko looked up to him, flushed cheeks going even more red as anger flooded into her system as she tried to look him in the eye and failed. He was still a master of the night and the shadows of their surroundings as well as the ones from his top hat and monocle. The face that she'd never been allowed to so much as glimpse at in all those months, hidden as well as all the other things about Kaitou Kid was--his identity, his emotions, his motives.
Everything about the thief in white was shrouded in the dark cloak of shadows and mystery.
Then why did she feel like she was the only on besides Jii-san who saw Kid for what he really as? A young man who'd been hurt too many times to count; something she'd learned when she'd felt the scars on his body when she'd changed his bandages during that critical time, in that room so dim to keep her from really seeing...
She glowered up at him, knowing that that damned mask of his was already firmly in place. "Is there something wrong with the way I kiss?" she demanded boldly.
Kid remained unmoved and merely stated, "This isn't the way things are supposed to go," before turning to leave.
Incensed, Aoko quickly reached out to pull at the white cloth covering his arm. Just before she could have a firm grasp on it, however, the thief spun back around to face her, stance in a defensive position even when his silhouette gave nothing else away. He was ready to flee at any moment, she knew, but stayed because...
Because...?
She glared at the thief. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? 'Not the way things are supposed to go'?" She stamped a foot down in a childish manner. "Idiot! As if these sort of things are predictable! Otherwise, you wouldn't have--"
"I shouldn't have," broke in the man in white in that detached tone that gave away nothing and yet everything all at once. "It was a horrible mistake on my part. So please forget about it, Nakamori-chan."
The use of her surname was like a slap to the face that made her fist her hands and reply in an eerily calm manner, "Oh? Forget how my first kiss was stolen by the idiot thief that I've hated since I was a kid?"
When no response came from said thief, she allowed her temper to come forth as she cried out, "You expect me to forget everything about that day, everything about this summer--everything about you?"
Kid actually seemed to hesitate before quietly responding, "It would be for the best."
"Ha!" Aoko laughed, feeling her eyes begin to sting as it became harder to breathe. Using the moment to gesture widely with one hand while the other went close to her chest in hopes that she was just imagining the pain. "As if I could just forget the infamous Kaitou Kid with how my father will always chase him--!"
"Then just think of me as that Kaitou Kid and leave it at that."
Those words more than anything made the girl stop and actually attempt again to look past that mask the young man wore--to shield himself from others.
To shield others from himself.
A thought that made her just stare at him, not trying to see him for once, but just watching and somehow understanding--
He was going to run again.
"Kid," she began slowly, keeping his attention on her as much as possible, seeing his shoulders tense as he realized that she was slowly moving forward toward him. Just like a spooked animal. "Don't ask me to forget any of that," she said in a deceptively calm manner, using the hand away from her chest to slowly reach out to him.
He didn't move a centimeter, and yet, Aoko could sense how much he wanted to run.
Especially when her fingers brushed up against his white lapel, a sharp intake of air the only giveaway of any anxiety the thief was feeling. It was more than a bit worrisome, this kind of behavior, and Aoko had no idea what was really going on.
Forget? All of that?
Just who was Kid asking to do such a thing?
"Kid," she said with a firmer tone, making sure she'd caught his attention once more before she then caught him off-guard, using her grip on his suit to bring him down into another kiss.
Just as before, he was frozen, practically rigid. But after a moment of this awkward behavior, the sense of the need to escape slowly drained away and the thief brought a hand to softly touch her cheek as he finally relaxed. Not at all like the first time, this kiss was almost chaste and tender with a bittersweet taste to it which was the only thing that gave away what was to come.
Even with the hold she had on him, Kid was a master of the art of escape. As such, he was the one to break the kiss and pull away--from the kiss, from Aoko, from her hold on him. It was only when he was standing a good distance away from her that he spoke, saying lowly, almost to himself, "I can't do this. It's a mistake--"
Aoko took a step toward him, his not-name on her lips, only to freeze as he aimed the cardgun at her--in a manner reminiscent of the first night of that summer, that painfully long night of blood, fear, and darkness deeper than the night. He seemed stunned that he'd dared to do such a thing but, unlike that first night, he did not falter and drop the virtually harmless weapon.
Instead, the thief began to speak quietly, saying, "My apologies, Nakamori-chan" --again, Aoko felt a figurative blow because of that name-- "but this needs to end. It was my own fault to have dragged you into all of this. I should have ended it from the start."
The girl stared at him, not knowing what to say or think or feel. "Kid..."
The mask was firmly in place once more, however, and smiling, Kid continued, "Thank you for all of your help and your companionship all this time, Nakamori-chan, but... this is for the best, really. I'm sure you agree." He paused a moment before continuing, voice a little quieter than before, "Please do not think that any of this is a fault of yours. I've been foolish and careless and I will not allow this to continue.
"I am sorry," the thief said as sincerely as possible. "This should have never happened and should have ended that night. I'm sorry to have let it continue to this point."
Aoko continued to stare at him, still unable to see what it was he was thinking and now suddenly unable to sense what he was feeling. The distance between them was too great and it was only growing larger by the minute.
So it was with a deep breath that she then asked, "Are you really sorry for it?"
The thief in white remained still and silent for a long moment before he finally moved, tucking away his cardgun and opening his hangglider.
Aoko started with surprise, "Kid--!"
"Good night, ojousan," the thief said with a bit of a twisted smile before he jumped, leaving her alone to watch as he flew through the night.
Even after he was long out of sight, she stood there, emotions warring within her until she allowed the more familiar one to come forefront. "Idiot!" she exclaimed angrily, struggling to pretend that the lump in her throat was not there, that the tears in her eyes wouldn't fall, and that the pain in her chest was still nothing more than her imagination.
"... idiot."
-SCENE END-
Notes - Oh dear god, that was a really close call. I blame Candy__chan and fyliwionvilyaer.
But anyway yeah. Part of a series of mine and lolz. It's completely random if you don't know all of the story--actually, the two mentioned people know the plot and thus they may be the only one's who understand. Ahahahaha...
And now I'm off to go relax. XDD I totally started typing this up at 11:27, yo. Took 29 minutes to finish typing. GO ME! |D
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Day/Theme: February 1st - "Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kaitou Kid, Nakamori Aoko
Rating: PG
He pushed her gently away. "No, this has got to stop."
Aoko looked up to him, flushed cheeks going even more red as anger flooded into her system as she tried to look him in the eye and failed. He was still a master of the night and the shadows of their surroundings as well as the ones from his top hat and monocle. The face that she'd never been allowed to so much as glimpse at in all those months, hidden as well as all the other things about Kaitou Kid was--his identity, his emotions, his motives.
Everything about the thief in white was shrouded in the dark cloak of shadows and mystery.
Then why did she feel like she was the only on besides Jii-san who saw Kid for what he really as? A young man who'd been hurt too many times to count; something she'd learned when she'd felt the scars on his body when she'd changed his bandages during that critical time, in that room so dim to keep her from really seeing...
She glowered up at him, knowing that that damned mask of his was already firmly in place. "Is there something wrong with the way I kiss?" she demanded boldly.
Kid remained unmoved and merely stated, "This isn't the way things are supposed to go," before turning to leave.
Incensed, Aoko quickly reached out to pull at the white cloth covering his arm. Just before she could have a firm grasp on it, however, the thief spun back around to face her, stance in a defensive position even when his silhouette gave nothing else away. He was ready to flee at any moment, she knew, but stayed because...
Because...?
She glared at the thief. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? 'Not the way things are supposed to go'?" She stamped a foot down in a childish manner. "Idiot! As if these sort of things are predictable! Otherwise, you wouldn't have--"
"I shouldn't have," broke in the man in white in that detached tone that gave away nothing and yet everything all at once. "It was a horrible mistake on my part. So please forget about it, Nakamori-chan."
The use of her surname was like a slap to the face that made her fist her hands and reply in an eerily calm manner, "Oh? Forget how my first kiss was stolen by the idiot thief that I've hated since I was a kid?"
When no response came from said thief, she allowed her temper to come forth as she cried out, "You expect me to forget everything about that day, everything about this summer--everything about you?"
Kid actually seemed to hesitate before quietly responding, "It would be for the best."
"Ha!" Aoko laughed, feeling her eyes begin to sting as it became harder to breathe. Using the moment to gesture widely with one hand while the other went close to her chest in hopes that she was just imagining the pain. "As if I could just forget the infamous Kaitou Kid with how my father will always chase him--!"
"Then just think of me as that Kaitou Kid and leave it at that."
Those words more than anything made the girl stop and actually attempt again to look past that mask the young man wore--to shield himself from others.
To shield others from himself.
A thought that made her just stare at him, not trying to see him for once, but just watching and somehow understanding--
He was going to run again.
"Kid," she began slowly, keeping his attention on her as much as possible, seeing his shoulders tense as he realized that she was slowly moving forward toward him. Just like a spooked animal. "Don't ask me to forget any of that," she said in a deceptively calm manner, using the hand away from her chest to slowly reach out to him.
He didn't move a centimeter, and yet, Aoko could sense how much he wanted to run.
Especially when her fingers brushed up against his white lapel, a sharp intake of air the only giveaway of any anxiety the thief was feeling. It was more than a bit worrisome, this kind of behavior, and Aoko had no idea what was really going on.
Forget? All of that?
Just who was Kid asking to do such a thing?
"Kid," she said with a firmer tone, making sure she'd caught his attention once more before she then caught him off-guard, using her grip on his suit to bring him down into another kiss.
Just as before, he was frozen, practically rigid. But after a moment of this awkward behavior, the sense of the need to escape slowly drained away and the thief brought a hand to softly touch her cheek as he finally relaxed. Not at all like the first time, this kiss was almost chaste and tender with a bittersweet taste to it which was the only thing that gave away what was to come.
Even with the hold she had on him, Kid was a master of the art of escape. As such, he was the one to break the kiss and pull away--from the kiss, from Aoko, from her hold on him. It was only when he was standing a good distance away from her that he spoke, saying lowly, almost to himself, "I can't do this. It's a mistake--"
Aoko took a step toward him, his not-name on her lips, only to freeze as he aimed the cardgun at her--in a manner reminiscent of the first night of that summer, that painfully long night of blood, fear, and darkness deeper than the night. He seemed stunned that he'd dared to do such a thing but, unlike that first night, he did not falter and drop the virtually harmless weapon.
Instead, the thief began to speak quietly, saying, "My apologies, Nakamori-chan" --again, Aoko felt a figurative blow because of that name-- "but this needs to end. It was my own fault to have dragged you into all of this. I should have ended it from the start."
The girl stared at him, not knowing what to say or think or feel. "Kid..."
The mask was firmly in place once more, however, and smiling, Kid continued, "Thank you for all of your help and your companionship all this time, Nakamori-chan, but... this is for the best, really. I'm sure you agree." He paused a moment before continuing, voice a little quieter than before, "Please do not think that any of this is a fault of yours. I've been foolish and careless and I will not allow this to continue.
"I am sorry," the thief said as sincerely as possible. "This should have never happened and should have ended that night. I'm sorry to have let it continue to this point."
Aoko continued to stare at him, still unable to see what it was he was thinking and now suddenly unable to sense what he was feeling. The distance between them was too great and it was only growing larger by the minute.
So it was with a deep breath that she then asked, "Are you really sorry for it?"
The thief in white remained still and silent for a long moment before he finally moved, tucking away his cardgun and opening his hangglider.
Aoko started with surprise, "Kid--!"
"Good night, ojousan," the thief said with a bit of a twisted smile before he jumped, leaving her alone to watch as he flew through the night.
Even after he was long out of sight, she stood there, emotions warring within her until she allowed the more familiar one to come forefront. "Idiot!" she exclaimed angrily, struggling to pretend that the lump in her throat was not there, that the tears in her eyes wouldn't fall, and that the pain in her chest was still nothing more than her imagination.
"... idiot."
-SCENE END-
Notes - Oh dear god, that was a really close call. I blame Candy__chan and fyliwionvilyaer.
But anyway yeah. Part of a series of mine and lolz. It's completely random if you don't know all of the story--actually, the two mentioned people know the plot and thus they may be the only one's who understand. Ahahahaha...
And now I'm off to go relax. XDD I totally started typing this up at 11:27, yo. Took 29 minutes to finish typing. GO ME! |D
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