[Feb 4th] [Magic Kaitou] Murderer: Showdown At Midnight [Random Scene]
Title: Murderer: Showdown At Midnight [Random Scene]
Day/Theme: February 4th - "When all the world dissolves"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Vermouth
Rating: R
She had her hands in the air. "Oh my. Seems as though I've been caught," she said lightly, voice cool and soft, not giving away if she was even worried at all that there was a gun pointed to the back of her head. There was a smirk in her voice that made him clench his teeth has his hand shook slightly, prompting him to use his other hand to steady his aim, as she added, "And to think that after all this time, I thought the game was over."
"Game's far from over," he said quietly, voice more harsh than normal if only because he had only recently recovered. "You made sure of that, didn't you."
Spoken not as a question but as a statement, these words made the woman go quiet, hands still up in the air with her back to him, facing that window--the same goddamned window as that night. "Oh?" she eventually asked even more quietly than his words had been. "And what makes you think that I contrieved this game? What makes you think I made the rules?"
"You're the one pulling the strings in all of this," he stated lowly before taking a moment to catch his breath and wet his suddenly dry mouth. "Even if you're not the one who started it, you're someone who can stop it."
"You think too highly of me," the woman said dully, seemingly bored now.
He couldn't help but to give a smirk of his own. "Better to overestimate than under, isn't that right? I underestimated you last time. I'm not doing that again. Not ever."
Her shoulders came up in a bit of a shrug as she bowed her head into a small laugh. "You're so like him, it's almost frightening," she informed him before glancing over her shoulder, eyes narrowed in a wicked look, "except, Toichi-san would never condone the murder of others, would he, Kaito-kun?"
Despite the blow those words delt him, Kaito kept his gun pointed at the back of her head, not giving her an inch. "It was self-defense, just like this will be if I pull this trigger," he told her hallowly, hating using such a defense but knowing there was nothing else to say or do.
He could feel his stomach drop as Vermouth continued to laugh.
"You? Kill me?" The blonde-haired woman turned to face him, a smile on her face, moving too quickly for him to do anything other than keep the gun's aim steady. It was at level with her chest, her heart. "Be honest with yourself, Kaito-kun. Can you really pull that trigger again? Can you really stand to have another's blood on your hands?" She took a step forward, reaching a hand out, possibly to take the gun from him. "After all, the first time was an accident, wasn't it--"
She stopped short when she suddenly found cold metal under her chin. Speed born from mop chases and Kid heists had aided him in catching the woman off-guard, and he stood there, keeping the gun firmly in position as stared up into her eyes, widened with surprise and impression.
One didn't corner this woman so easily, and Kaito knew very well that she was not without a few more tricks up her sleeves. So he narrowed his eyes and informed her in a quiet, calm fashion belied by the tightly controlled tremor running up his arm, "Accident or no, I pulled that trigger in the belief that it would save my life. Don't mistake me for my father, Vermouth. I will stand up for myself, I will defend myself, and I will make sure that whoever hurts me or the people close to me will pay."
The woman in black continued to stare down at him for a long moment before closing her eyes and lifting her hands into the air. Only when she had done this did he pull the gun back, just enough so that her jaw could move unimpeded as she spoke. A speak she did as she smirked a bit, hunching her shoulders as she restrained a laugh, "Should have known. That old man... he was always such a trouble-maker--"
"Please do not insult the dead," Kaito said with a firm tone that was enforced by the tightening of his lips. "I would hate to think that you've gone so far that you no longer knew how it felt to be hurt by such things, Vermouth. Or should I say Sharon Vineyard?"
The woman said nothing for a moment, her shoulders shaking a bit with what the magician could read as laughter. Then, she leaned her head back and gave a loud laugh before saying brightly, "Oh, and here I thought I would have to go dropping more hints!" She looked to him again, eyes opening in an amused fashion as she asked, "Well? What was it that gave me away? The mentionings of your father? Calling you a brat?"
"Every movement you make."
The blonde went silent again, seeming struck dumb for a moment; however, her expression was coolly blank, giving nothing away. Poker Face. A version of her own based upon her master's from so long ago. "Oh?" she asked quietly. "You can see that deeply."
A statement, not a question, Kaito knew, and so didn't respond to it. Instead, he continued to stare hard at her, continued to hold the gun to her jaw, waiting for just the slightest movement wrong. "Everyone has their own way of doing things," he began simply in a clipped manner that left no room for discussion, "but when people learn things from others, there's always traces of the original's mannerisms. No matter how much you try to hide it, you use the exact same movements that your master, Kuroba Toichi, used, the same that I use, and the same that his other student uses.
"There's no hiding that sort of thing from me," he continued coldly before giving a sharp grin, "after all, I've had to learn most of those sorts of things by memory alone. I remember better than maybe even you just how alike your movements are."
The two masters of disguises, both pupils of the true master in different ways, stared at each other for a very long time in silence.
It wasn't until Vermouth closed her eyes again that she spoke. "Foolish," she said simply, catching the young man's attention with that one word. "If you hadn't discovered this bit of information, we could have just simply put you out of your misery."
Kaito stared at her, befuddled for a moment before realization struck--
And pain blossomed in his back.
Not a sound escaped him, that was how quick it had happened. All Kaito could do was gape in shock and surprise and pain as his eyes continued to stare at the woman in black before him, as his body moved with the momentum of the force of the bullet--because that's what it had been; he could remember that kind of pain from weeks ago--and fell forward. He could have caught his balance with just another step forward but Vermouth was standing just where his foot would need to go. As such, he fell heavily against her, almost dropping the gun but managing to keep a hold of it, to keep it at her throat even as he felt an arm go around his waist, preventing him from knocking her off her feet.
Even though his eyes were wide open, he couldn't see anything. It could have been because he was pressed up against the woman's black clothing, but Kaito doubted that it was such a simple explanation. Much like when he'd been shot before, everything had gone dim and then dark as he fell, only to slowly come back to him as he struggled to breathe, struggled to move his body but the pain stopping him each time. And that woman, that woman had a hold on him to where her hand was right near the wound--
He bit back a scream as the pain erupted anew, making his head spin and his knees buckle, forcing him to completely lean against the horrible woman--the woman who'd used his father's teaching for espionage, true theft, even murder. This was not happening, his mind thought fantically as he felt a hand reach up and take the gun from his now utterly useless hand, hearing the click of the bullet chamber being emptied and then the loud thunk and clang of the casing falling onto the ground soon join by the actual gun itself. This was not how it was supposed to go, he thought to himself as his head swam as the woman backed away from him, letting him fall to his knees before she crouched down with him so that he was laying in her lap, gasping in uneven breaths, eyes screwed tightly shut as he tried to work past the worst of the pain.
But it was.
Just like that night... he'd messed up.
And he was paying the price.
A hand ran soothingly through his hair while Kaito attempted to get his body to function again, tried to get his legs to work so that he could get up and bolt away. Vermouth's hold on him, however, was too strong, especially with him weakened in such a way. While he continued to try to fight back, to breath, to think clearly, however, the blonde-haired woman quietly whispered, "For being able to see that which only one other has seen without truly knowing, you won't be given a simple death, if death should be your punishment."
Kaito gritted his teeth as he opened his eyes to look up at the woman's face--Vermouth's face--or was it Sharon's? Those eyes seemed more weary than ever before and before he could even begin to question them, a hand was put over his eyes and words were again breathed into his ear, "But I doubt that, despite the trouble you have given them, those men will allow you to die. You are far, far too valuable, young master, to simply throw away like garbage."
Completely unable to understand just what she was telling him and struggling to make sense of it all, Kaito was unprepared for the stab of pain at the back of his neck. Different from a bullet wound but hurting almost more than one, the sudden assault made Kaito scream even as his hands flew to that area which was being attacked.
Numb shock came just as his thoughts began to swim more, just as everything stared to become harder and harder to understand, to feel, to move. His hands slipped from his neck without his even wanting to, even as he tried to reach back again to pull the syringe from his neck--whatever had been put into his body...
His body grew heavy and he could no longer even so much as twitch a finger just before everything, even the pain, slipped away from him.
-end of scene-
... don't ask. I wasn't coherent when I wrote this.
*goes off to... possibly pass out, maybe*
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Day/Theme: February 4th - "When all the world dissolves"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Vermouth
Rating: R
She had her hands in the air. "Oh my. Seems as though I've been caught," she said lightly, voice cool and soft, not giving away if she was even worried at all that there was a gun pointed to the back of her head. There was a smirk in her voice that made him clench his teeth has his hand shook slightly, prompting him to use his other hand to steady his aim, as she added, "And to think that after all this time, I thought the game was over."
"Game's far from over," he said quietly, voice more harsh than normal if only because he had only recently recovered. "You made sure of that, didn't you."
Spoken not as a question but as a statement, these words made the woman go quiet, hands still up in the air with her back to him, facing that window--the same goddamned window as that night. "Oh?" she eventually asked even more quietly than his words had been. "And what makes you think that I contrieved this game? What makes you think I made the rules?"
"You're the one pulling the strings in all of this," he stated lowly before taking a moment to catch his breath and wet his suddenly dry mouth. "Even if you're not the one who started it, you're someone who can stop it."
"You think too highly of me," the woman said dully, seemingly bored now.
He couldn't help but to give a smirk of his own. "Better to overestimate than under, isn't that right? I underestimated you last time. I'm not doing that again. Not ever."
Her shoulders came up in a bit of a shrug as she bowed her head into a small laugh. "You're so like him, it's almost frightening," she informed him before glancing over her shoulder, eyes narrowed in a wicked look, "except, Toichi-san would never condone the murder of others, would he, Kaito-kun?"
Despite the blow those words delt him, Kaito kept his gun pointed at the back of her head, not giving her an inch. "It was self-defense, just like this will be if I pull this trigger," he told her hallowly, hating using such a defense but knowing there was nothing else to say or do.
He could feel his stomach drop as Vermouth continued to laugh.
"You? Kill me?" The blonde-haired woman turned to face him, a smile on her face, moving too quickly for him to do anything other than keep the gun's aim steady. It was at level with her chest, her heart. "Be honest with yourself, Kaito-kun. Can you really pull that trigger again? Can you really stand to have another's blood on your hands?" She took a step forward, reaching a hand out, possibly to take the gun from him. "After all, the first time was an accident, wasn't it--"
She stopped short when she suddenly found cold metal under her chin. Speed born from mop chases and Kid heists had aided him in catching the woman off-guard, and he stood there, keeping the gun firmly in position as stared up into her eyes, widened with surprise and impression.
One didn't corner this woman so easily, and Kaito knew very well that she was not without a few more tricks up her sleeves. So he narrowed his eyes and informed her in a quiet, calm fashion belied by the tightly controlled tremor running up his arm, "Accident or no, I pulled that trigger in the belief that it would save my life. Don't mistake me for my father, Vermouth. I will stand up for myself, I will defend myself, and I will make sure that whoever hurts me or the people close to me will pay."
The woman in black continued to stare down at him for a long moment before closing her eyes and lifting her hands into the air. Only when she had done this did he pull the gun back, just enough so that her jaw could move unimpeded as she spoke. A speak she did as she smirked a bit, hunching her shoulders as she restrained a laugh, "Should have known. That old man... he was always such a trouble-maker--"
"Please do not insult the dead," Kaito said with a firm tone that was enforced by the tightening of his lips. "I would hate to think that you've gone so far that you no longer knew how it felt to be hurt by such things, Vermouth. Or should I say Sharon Vineyard?"
The woman said nothing for a moment, her shoulders shaking a bit with what the magician could read as laughter. Then, she leaned her head back and gave a loud laugh before saying brightly, "Oh, and here I thought I would have to go dropping more hints!" She looked to him again, eyes opening in an amused fashion as she asked, "Well? What was it that gave me away? The mentionings of your father? Calling you a brat?"
"Every movement you make."
The blonde went silent again, seeming struck dumb for a moment; however, her expression was coolly blank, giving nothing away. Poker Face. A version of her own based upon her master's from so long ago. "Oh?" she asked quietly. "You can see that deeply."
A statement, not a question, Kaito knew, and so didn't respond to it. Instead, he continued to stare hard at her, continued to hold the gun to her jaw, waiting for just the slightest movement wrong. "Everyone has their own way of doing things," he began simply in a clipped manner that left no room for discussion, "but when people learn things from others, there's always traces of the original's mannerisms. No matter how much you try to hide it, you use the exact same movements that your master, Kuroba Toichi, used, the same that I use, and the same that his other student uses.
"There's no hiding that sort of thing from me," he continued coldly before giving a sharp grin, "after all, I've had to learn most of those sorts of things by memory alone. I remember better than maybe even you just how alike your movements are."
The two masters of disguises, both pupils of the true master in different ways, stared at each other for a very long time in silence.
It wasn't until Vermouth closed her eyes again that she spoke. "Foolish," she said simply, catching the young man's attention with that one word. "If you hadn't discovered this bit of information, we could have just simply put you out of your misery."
Kaito stared at her, befuddled for a moment before realization struck--
And pain blossomed in his back.
Not a sound escaped him, that was how quick it had happened. All Kaito could do was gape in shock and surprise and pain as his eyes continued to stare at the woman in black before him, as his body moved with the momentum of the force of the bullet--because that's what it had been; he could remember that kind of pain from weeks ago--and fell forward. He could have caught his balance with just another step forward but Vermouth was standing just where his foot would need to go. As such, he fell heavily against her, almost dropping the gun but managing to keep a hold of it, to keep it at her throat even as he felt an arm go around his waist, preventing him from knocking her off her feet.
Even though his eyes were wide open, he couldn't see anything. It could have been because he was pressed up against the woman's black clothing, but Kaito doubted that it was such a simple explanation. Much like when he'd been shot before, everything had gone dim and then dark as he fell, only to slowly come back to him as he struggled to breathe, struggled to move his body but the pain stopping him each time. And that woman, that woman had a hold on him to where her hand was right near the wound--
He bit back a scream as the pain erupted anew, making his head spin and his knees buckle, forcing him to completely lean against the horrible woman--the woman who'd used his father's teaching for espionage, true theft, even murder. This was not happening, his mind thought fantically as he felt a hand reach up and take the gun from his now utterly useless hand, hearing the click of the bullet chamber being emptied and then the loud thunk and clang of the casing falling onto the ground soon join by the actual gun itself. This was not how it was supposed to go, he thought to himself as his head swam as the woman backed away from him, letting him fall to his knees before she crouched down with him so that he was laying in her lap, gasping in uneven breaths, eyes screwed tightly shut as he tried to work past the worst of the pain.
But it was.
Just like that night... he'd messed up.
And he was paying the price.
A hand ran soothingly through his hair while Kaito attempted to get his body to function again, tried to get his legs to work so that he could get up and bolt away. Vermouth's hold on him, however, was too strong, especially with him weakened in such a way. While he continued to try to fight back, to breath, to think clearly, however, the blonde-haired woman quietly whispered, "For being able to see that which only one other has seen without truly knowing, you won't be given a simple death, if death should be your punishment."
Kaito gritted his teeth as he opened his eyes to look up at the woman's face--Vermouth's face--or was it Sharon's? Those eyes seemed more weary than ever before and before he could even begin to question them, a hand was put over his eyes and words were again breathed into his ear, "But I doubt that, despite the trouble you have given them, those men will allow you to die. You are far, far too valuable, young master, to simply throw away like garbage."
Completely unable to understand just what she was telling him and struggling to make sense of it all, Kaito was unprepared for the stab of pain at the back of his neck. Different from a bullet wound but hurting almost more than one, the sudden assault made Kaito scream even as his hands flew to that area which was being attacked.
Numb shock came just as his thoughts began to swim more, just as everything stared to become harder and harder to understand, to feel, to move. His hands slipped from his neck without his even wanting to, even as he tried to reach back again to pull the syringe from his neck--whatever had been put into his body...
His body grew heavy and he could no longer even so much as twitch a finger just before everything, even the pain, slipped away from him.
-end of scene-
... don't ask. I wasn't coherent when I wrote this.
*goes off to... possibly pass out, maybe*
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