[Feb 3rd] [Magic Kaitou] The Longest Night: Suspicions Run Rampant [Random Scene]
Title: The Longest Night: Suspicions Run Rampant [Random Scene]
Day/Theme: February 3rd - “Hell hath no limits"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru, Nakamori Aoko, Koizumi Akako
Rating: PG
Hakuba gave a triumphant grin. "And I have proof," he stated before his hand dove for the hem of Kaito's shirt.
The quick hands of the magician kept it pulled down. "What the hell are you up to now?" he demanded, trying to break free. "I knew you were obsessive to a freaky point, but I didn't know you were this much of a freak--"
"Just let me see your abdomen," the detective said, peering intently at the the other boy's abdomen even though he couldn't really get the shirt up and out of the way. Of course, a mere glimpse would be enough for him at that moment.
"Knock it off," Kaito huffed with annoyance, now using one of his hands to try to pry his classmate's hand from his shirt. "You know, if you're not careful, someone is definitely going to take this the wrong way, and while you may be an all right looking guy, you're just not really my type, Hakuba--"
"Very funny," responded Hakuba quickly, keeping his grip on the cloth easily. "I merely want to see if you have any particularly incriminating scars on you--"
The Japanese boy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, duh, I do. But what does that have to do with anything? Everyone gets scars," he stated shortly, now slapping at the hand still grabbing at his shirt, hoping that maybe if he started inflicting some damage, the persistent detective would leave him be. "And just how far are you willing to go through with all of thi--damn it, I said leggo!"
While the two boys pulled at the shirt one of them wore, they didn't notice when they had gotten spectators. Kaito himself didn't know until he heard someone clear their throat right beside him, which actually made both him and the blond pause before simultaneously turning to see who it was.
Aoko stood there with a narrowed eye, studious look, looking between the two of them for a moment before putting her hands on her hips and sighing. "What are you two doing now?" she asked, as if pained by having to ask the question.
Kaito opened his mouth to respond but Hakuba beat him to it. "I was just telling Kuroba here that I may, in fact, have evidence of his being the elusive Kaitou Kid," he said quite calmly before giving the shirt another tug, making Kaito glower at him. "However, he seems quite reluctant to follow through with a simple matter that may in fact prove that he is not Kaitou Kid, which of course, makes it more than a bit suspicious--"
"Yeah, well, it doesn't mean you have to stretch out my shirt over it!" exclaimed Kaito, pulling his shirt down again when it rose a bit. "Damn Brit, if you ruin this shirt, you're paying for a new one out of that fancy pocket of yours--!"
"Kaito, just let him see and get it over with."
All other statements and arguments froze on Kaito's tongue at those words, and he stared at Aoko for a long moment before pursing his lips and then releasing his hold on his shirt. "Fine. Whatever," he said with an annoyed grumble, crossing his arms and looking away from the two others with scowl.
Hakuba wasted no time in pulling up the front of his shirt--and stopped cold.
"... we'll need to take off your shirt completely," the detective stated shortly.
Kaito gawked at him. "What?" he demanded. "You just said that a look was enough! There's nothing there, all right? Little scars here and there like anyone else, but I've never been shot before--"
"Then you wouldn't mind taking off your shirt completely, then, would you?"
Now feeling cornered and inwardly sweating because Aoko was staring at him in that way again--the way that she had been staring at him for weeks now, as if waiting for him to just give something away. As if it wasn't bad enough with a nosy detective trying to prove he was Kid and a witch who just wouldn't leave him alone because he was Kid. No. Now it had to be his childhood friend who now knew more about Kid than any other person besides Jii who was giving him that sort of look.
It was official.
He was in Hell.
"Fine," he snapped, jerking the cloth of his shirt from Hakuba's hand and turning to face the two of them with a heavy frown on his face. After giving them a firm look with his hands on his own hips, he then raised a hand to wag a finger at the two of them. "Really, this obsession with me being Kid has got to stop. It's getting a bit stupid, really--"
"With all the evidence pointing to you, I hardly see how that is the case," interrupted Hakuba with a dry and sarcastic tone.
"Okay, you," said Kaito, turning to point at the detective, "are just plain obscene with this obsession. After I take off my shirt, will you kindly stop trying to strip me of my clothes?"
The blond crossed his arms and responded, deadpanned, "Oh, no. I absolutely cannot resist doing such a thing to you, Kuroba."
Lips twisting into a disapproving frown, Kaito then turned to Aoko, looking down at her while she looked back at him. With that same look that she had been giving him for weeks.
Crud.
He let out a sigh, shoulders slumping as he lifted his hands up to his shirt and began unbuttoning it. He tried not to think too much about their intent stares, knowing them for what they were and not what his hormonal teenage brain tried to make them out to be--sheesh, could they stare anymore intently than they were now? It wasn't as if taking off his shirt would really prove or disprove anything.
They would both still think there was a chance of him being Kaitou Kid.
After all, like Hakuba said, the evidence pointed right at him.
Finally, Kaito pulled off his summer uniform's shirt and held it in one hand while stretching his arms parallel to the ground. "Well?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "See anything?"
Hakuba bent over a bit, studying his torso closely, letting his eyes roam over the exposed skin for a bit before frowning. "Well, you are right about not having scars," he stated coolly. "However..."
The detective reached out a hand and pressed a thumb to Kaito's right side--
The magician didn't pull away and couldn't quite hide the grimace that crossed his face as the digit pressed into the sensitive area, feeling once more that sharp pain that had once been there only two months ago.
Hakuba, not missing a beat, withdrew his hand and looked up to Kaito, who just stared back, keeping his face as schooled as possible. Eventually, the detective spoke, giving his analysis, "While it appears that you do not have any bullet wounds to speak of, you do seem to have gone through a terrible accident that made you favor your right side more than the left. And even if it were a simple accident, I highly doubt that your abdominal muscles would be as frail as they are presently if it wasn't a flesh wound. Which makes me wonder exactly why they are like this in the first place--"
"None of your business, okay?" Kaito said shortly, shaking out his shirt and putting and arm through a sleeve. "It was a long summer and some things happened. That's all--"
"What's that on your arm?"
Kaito froze at those words before looking to Aoko, stunned.
She was looking at the arm that wasn't in a sleeve.
And she'd brought the detective's attention to it.
But hopefully not before Kaito quickly turned himself and shrugged back into his shirt, quickly working on buttoning it up and having done with this entirely display.
The blond just wasn't the type to let things go, though. "Kuroba, what was it that was on your arm?"
Kaito tried not to clench his teeth in frustration but quickly calmed himself and gave the detective a bored look. "What? The scar? Just something I got a while ago. Messed up while doing a trick or something--I forget. It just looks worse than what it was, that's all--"
"Looked more like a scar from a bullet more than anything else," stated Hakuba flatly.
The thief tried not to let show how trapped he was beginning to feel, inwardly cursing the situation he was in. Of course Aoko would know about that scar. He should have thought to hide it away like he hid away the one on his stomach with the same material he used for masks and other cosmetics. Stupid, stupid thoughtless move.
He carefully rolled his eyes in a show of exasperation, trying to back out of the corner he was currently in by acting as he had been--uninterested and annoyed. "You're just seeing things that you want to see," he said firmly before shaking a finger again at Aoko. "And don't you go encouraging him. It's bad enough that I have him and the witch on my case about this sort of thing but--"
"Did someone call for me?" came a sweetened voice with an edge to it.
Kaito changed his mind.
Now he was in Hell.
Because Hell just loved things like Murphy's Law--everything always went wrong.
The Japanese boy tossed his hands into the air over-dramatically and loudly stated, "That's it! I'm done!" He gave all three of the people present a half-moon, unamused gaze before continuing shortly, "If you want me for something other than trying to find evidence of me being Kaitou Kid, I'll be in the library."
And with that, he turned and marched out of the room, closing the door just as Aoko's voice called his name.
It just wasn't ever going to end, was it?
-end of scene-
AHAHAHAHA. I WROTE COMEDY.
And shurrup, Candy. This is as close as you're getting to smut today. So NYAH.
♥
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Day/Theme: February 3rd - “Hell hath no limits"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru, Nakamori Aoko, Koizumi Akako
Rating: PG
Hakuba gave a triumphant grin. "And I have proof," he stated before his hand dove for the hem of Kaito's shirt.
The quick hands of the magician kept it pulled down. "What the hell are you up to now?" he demanded, trying to break free. "I knew you were obsessive to a freaky point, but I didn't know you were this much of a freak--"
"Just let me see your abdomen," the detective said, peering intently at the the other boy's abdomen even though he couldn't really get the shirt up and out of the way. Of course, a mere glimpse would be enough for him at that moment.
"Knock it off," Kaito huffed with annoyance, now using one of his hands to try to pry his classmate's hand from his shirt. "You know, if you're not careful, someone is definitely going to take this the wrong way, and while you may be an all right looking guy, you're just not really my type, Hakuba--"
"Very funny," responded Hakuba quickly, keeping his grip on the cloth easily. "I merely want to see if you have any particularly incriminating scars on you--"
The Japanese boy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, duh, I do. But what does that have to do with anything? Everyone gets scars," he stated shortly, now slapping at the hand still grabbing at his shirt, hoping that maybe if he started inflicting some damage, the persistent detective would leave him be. "And just how far are you willing to go through with all of thi--damn it, I said leggo!"
While the two boys pulled at the shirt one of them wore, they didn't notice when they had gotten spectators. Kaito himself didn't know until he heard someone clear their throat right beside him, which actually made both him and the blond pause before simultaneously turning to see who it was.
Aoko stood there with a narrowed eye, studious look, looking between the two of them for a moment before putting her hands on her hips and sighing. "What are you two doing now?" she asked, as if pained by having to ask the question.
Kaito opened his mouth to respond but Hakuba beat him to it. "I was just telling Kuroba here that I may, in fact, have evidence of his being the elusive Kaitou Kid," he said quite calmly before giving the shirt another tug, making Kaito glower at him. "However, he seems quite reluctant to follow through with a simple matter that may in fact prove that he is not Kaitou Kid, which of course, makes it more than a bit suspicious--"
"Yeah, well, it doesn't mean you have to stretch out my shirt over it!" exclaimed Kaito, pulling his shirt down again when it rose a bit. "Damn Brit, if you ruin this shirt, you're paying for a new one out of that fancy pocket of yours--!"
"Kaito, just let him see and get it over with."
All other statements and arguments froze on Kaito's tongue at those words, and he stared at Aoko for a long moment before pursing his lips and then releasing his hold on his shirt. "Fine. Whatever," he said with an annoyed grumble, crossing his arms and looking away from the two others with scowl.
Hakuba wasted no time in pulling up the front of his shirt--and stopped cold.
"... we'll need to take off your shirt completely," the detective stated shortly.
Kaito gawked at him. "What?" he demanded. "You just said that a look was enough! There's nothing there, all right? Little scars here and there like anyone else, but I've never been shot before--"
"Then you wouldn't mind taking off your shirt completely, then, would you?"
Now feeling cornered and inwardly sweating because Aoko was staring at him in that way again--the way that she had been staring at him for weeks now, as if waiting for him to just give something away. As if it wasn't bad enough with a nosy detective trying to prove he was Kid and a witch who just wouldn't leave him alone because he was Kid. No. Now it had to be his childhood friend who now knew more about Kid than any other person besides Jii who was giving him that sort of look.
It was official.
He was in Hell.
"Fine," he snapped, jerking the cloth of his shirt from Hakuba's hand and turning to face the two of them with a heavy frown on his face. After giving them a firm look with his hands on his own hips, he then raised a hand to wag a finger at the two of them. "Really, this obsession with me being Kid has got to stop. It's getting a bit stupid, really--"
"With all the evidence pointing to you, I hardly see how that is the case," interrupted Hakuba with a dry and sarcastic tone.
"Okay, you," said Kaito, turning to point at the detective, "are just plain obscene with this obsession. After I take off my shirt, will you kindly stop trying to strip me of my clothes?"
The blond crossed his arms and responded, deadpanned, "Oh, no. I absolutely cannot resist doing such a thing to you, Kuroba."
Lips twisting into a disapproving frown, Kaito then turned to Aoko, looking down at her while she looked back at him. With that same look that she had been giving him for weeks.
Crud.
He let out a sigh, shoulders slumping as he lifted his hands up to his shirt and began unbuttoning it. He tried not to think too much about their intent stares, knowing them for what they were and not what his hormonal teenage brain tried to make them out to be--sheesh, could they stare anymore intently than they were now? It wasn't as if taking off his shirt would really prove or disprove anything.
They would both still think there was a chance of him being Kaitou Kid.
After all, like Hakuba said, the evidence pointed right at him.
Finally, Kaito pulled off his summer uniform's shirt and held it in one hand while stretching his arms parallel to the ground. "Well?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "See anything?"
Hakuba bent over a bit, studying his torso closely, letting his eyes roam over the exposed skin for a bit before frowning. "Well, you are right about not having scars," he stated coolly. "However..."
The detective reached out a hand and pressed a thumb to Kaito's right side--
The magician didn't pull away and couldn't quite hide the grimace that crossed his face as the digit pressed into the sensitive area, feeling once more that sharp pain that had once been there only two months ago.
Hakuba, not missing a beat, withdrew his hand and looked up to Kaito, who just stared back, keeping his face as schooled as possible. Eventually, the detective spoke, giving his analysis, "While it appears that you do not have any bullet wounds to speak of, you do seem to have gone through a terrible accident that made you favor your right side more than the left. And even if it were a simple accident, I highly doubt that your abdominal muscles would be as frail as they are presently if it wasn't a flesh wound. Which makes me wonder exactly why they are like this in the first place--"
"None of your business, okay?" Kaito said shortly, shaking out his shirt and putting and arm through a sleeve. "It was a long summer and some things happened. That's all--"
"What's that on your arm?"
Kaito froze at those words before looking to Aoko, stunned.
She was looking at the arm that wasn't in a sleeve.
And she'd brought the detective's attention to it.
But hopefully not before Kaito quickly turned himself and shrugged back into his shirt, quickly working on buttoning it up and having done with this entirely display.
The blond just wasn't the type to let things go, though. "Kuroba, what was it that was on your arm?"
Kaito tried not to clench his teeth in frustration but quickly calmed himself and gave the detective a bored look. "What? The scar? Just something I got a while ago. Messed up while doing a trick or something--I forget. It just looks worse than what it was, that's all--"
"Looked more like a scar from a bullet more than anything else," stated Hakuba flatly.
The thief tried not to let show how trapped he was beginning to feel, inwardly cursing the situation he was in. Of course Aoko would know about that scar. He should have thought to hide it away like he hid away the one on his stomach with the same material he used for masks and other cosmetics. Stupid, stupid thoughtless move.
He carefully rolled his eyes in a show of exasperation, trying to back out of the corner he was currently in by acting as he had been--uninterested and annoyed. "You're just seeing things that you want to see," he said firmly before shaking a finger again at Aoko. "And don't you go encouraging him. It's bad enough that I have him and the witch on my case about this sort of thing but--"
"Did someone call for me?" came a sweetened voice with an edge to it.
Kaito changed his mind.
Now he was in Hell.
Because Hell just loved things like Murphy's Law--everything always went wrong.
The Japanese boy tossed his hands into the air over-dramatically and loudly stated, "That's it! I'm done!" He gave all three of the people present a half-moon, unamused gaze before continuing shortly, "If you want me for something other than trying to find evidence of me being Kaitou Kid, I'll be in the library."
And with that, he turned and marched out of the room, closing the door just as Aoko's voice called his name.
It just wasn't ever going to end, was it?
-end of scene-
AHAHAHAHA. I WROTE COMEDY.
And shurrup, Candy. This is as close as you're getting to smut today. So NYAH.
♥
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