[Feb 14th] [Magic Kaitou] Vampire: Fighting It Out [Random Scene]
Title: Vampire: Fighting It Out [Random Scene]
Day/Theme: February 14th - “Our swords shall play the orators for us”
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Nakamori Aoko
Rating: PG
She sat down next to him but didn't look to him. As such, he did the same and continued to stare ahead at the ground before them.
They sat in silence for some time.
Then Aoko asked, almost hesitantly, "Aren't you going to tease me about something or try to flip my skirt or something?"
Kaito slowly turned his head and rose an eyebrow, staring incredulously at her. "You've just found out from Koizumi that your best friend has made you into a vampire," he stated as if trying to understand what it was she was saying, "and you're asking me if I'm going to try to flip your skirt while you're sitting down?"
Aoko's face went red at this and she looked back to him with a bit of a scowl. "I-idiot," she snapped with little heat. "I was just trying to make things seem more normal--"
"Since when have you ever asked me to flip your skirt?" the magician asked in slight bafflement.
The girl put a hand to her head, coming close to sighing as she said, "That's not my point."
"Then what is it? What am I missing?"
His childhood friend looked up at him, stared into his eyes for a moment before looking away again, her lips pressing into a thin line as her brow furrowed in thought. Kaito continued to watch her, expecting an answer but not receiving any. With a bit of a sigh, he eventualyl went back to staring at the scenery around them.
A crow cawed out in the distance.
"... I don't know what to do."
Kaito didn't look over this time, hearing the waver in her words and thinking that, perhaps she would prefer to let out those feelings and thoughts in turmoil without an audience. His chest constricted, however, when he heard the first sniffle and then again when she let out a shuttering breath. But he remained quiet, allowing her the time to recover herself and to speak her piece before saying anything himself.
He owed her that much at least.
Without further preamble, Aoko continued, "I just don't know what I should do about all of this. What I should feel about it. What I should say to you about it. A-Akako-chan explained it all to me... but still, I just... don't know. Don't understand--"
"I'm sorry," Kaito broke in, not able to keep silent anymore. He put his hands together, pushing them against each other in an effort to keep up his Poker Face, at least just barely so that she could see just how truly regretful he was. "I shouldn't have gone into that mess and I shouldn't have dragged you along into it. I should have known what would have happened, and I tried... I tried to keep it from happening but--"
His words caught in his throat, because in truth he could have done more to keep himself from lashing out. He could have prevented it from happening. He should have--
A hand being places of his made him tense, preventing himself from automatically pulling away, even when he felt that hunger begin to rise up within him from that simple feeling--the same sensation that had been what taken his control from him at the last moment.
Aoko had somehow moved without him realizing it and was staring up at him, trying to catch his eyes but unable to as he glanced away as she began to speak, "Akako-chan also told me about that... why she told me how to catch up with you--"
Kaito cut off her words by pulling his hands away from hers. Then he looked to her with a firm gaze before stating flatly, "She sent you after me as a sacrifice, Aoko. She knew better than I did that something would go wrong and she put you up as the offering to the hunger. Don't even try to defend her right now. She's part of the reason things went the way they did. If she'd just done what I'd asked her and kept you safe back in the crowd--"
"Oh, right," interrupted Aoko hotly. "Because even when she knew you could have died from not having anyone around and tried to help you, it was the wrong thing to do. What? Did you really want to die, Kaito?"
The magician allowed Poker Face to slam down, locking down his emotions so he could respond seemingly without any trouble, "Don't be ridiculous. You should know better than that, but either way this scenario went, someone would have died and the fact is that what's happened to you is worse--"
"Worse?" Aoko exclaimed with outrage. "Kaito, you could have died in that building!"
"And in exchange for my life, I took your life and then gave you a new one--with blood."
Those blue eyes widened slightly with a horrific understanding just before she looked away from him and put a hand to her mouth, as if she could still remember the taste of his blood on her lips--but she couldn't, not consciously anyway. Kaito knew that much. He himself still couldn't quite remember the time when he was brought back in much the same fashion. And she wouldn't understand what a true horror it was...
Not until the first time she actually chose to survive.
Kaito pulled his hands apart and ran one through his hair as he sat back, straightening his bent spine as he blew a sigh, not quite knowing what else to do. "Koizumi might have told you things," he said slowly, looking away from her again to see that rock that he had been tossing earlier on the hard ground, "but she can't even begin to tell about what kind of life I've cursed you with. So don't. Don't defend her and don't defend me. We both had a hand in what happened--whether we like the thought of it or not."
Silence descended upon them once more...
And then Kaito was poked in the side by a not-quite-sharpish object.
Poker Face slipped a bit and he felt his eye twitch as he asked, "What are you doing?"
Aoko reponded, sounding not at all repentent, "Punishing you."
Poke.
He swatted at the stick she was using, giving her a full-on frown of disapproval.
She ignored him and poked him again.
"Aoko..." he said with a bit of warning.
"Hm?" she hummed idly, continuing to 'punish' him since he wasn't putting up much of a fight.
Kaito couldn't help but wonder then if, perhaps, she was trying to do just that--get him to fight back. Or at the very least retaliate in the way she was used to. Still, it didn't change the fact that he couldn't seem to bring himself to work up the same old cheerfulness to follow her lead with. Instead, he merely grabbed hold of the stick when it attacked him neck, keeping it from doing anymore damage.
Aoko stuck her tongue out at him.
He rolled his eyes. "Aren't I supposed to be the immature one here?" he asked with a fair amount of sarcasm just before he winced as something knocked against his knuckles.
Aoko had gotten another stick somewhere and was now trying to free her first weapon.
"Yeah, well," she was saying as she pulled at the first stick and, determining it wouldn't budge, tapped the second stick hard against the magician's hand. "You're not this time. I keep trying to tell you that you shouldn't keep blaming yourself, idiot. Akako-chan told me about what the hunger is like. It's not like you had a choice--"
"There are always choices," Kaito argued with a bit of a twisted smile on his face. He then gave a shrug, pulling the first stick out of her hand before adjusting his hold on it to where the 'tip' was pointed right at his chest. He rose an eyebrow at her, stating simply, "I could have chosen to die, after all."
Aoko's lips twisted into a frown before she used her own stick to knock his away from his chest. "Iiiiidiot," she drawled out before standing up on her feet, staring down at him with an unimpressed look in her eyes, "as if I would have let that happen. Remember? I was the one who went to help you--"
"Which you wouldn't have done if Koizumi hadn't sent you after me in the first place," Kaito reminded her as he also stood to his feet, only to stop short when the girl leveled her stick at him.
She stared over the piece of wood at him, a hard look in her eyes. That fiery look of anger and determination that only made the magician pause with wonder at the sight. "Well, a good thing she did, then," the girl stated hotly. "As if I'd want to go home only to hear from my father later that they found you in that building, dead--"
"Better that than living off the blood of others, I'd think," Kaito said dryly before taking a swing at Aoko's stick with his own.
They met with a harsh clack sound that rang throughout the empty courtyard.
-end of scene-
Ahahaha... was going to write the mock-battle but am tired.
This also means I'm one scene closer to finishing the 4th fic, yosh~ Still have to connect all these scenes, though~ |D
Day/Theme: February 14th - “Our swords shall play the orators for us”
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Nakamori Aoko
Rating: PG
She sat down next to him but didn't look to him. As such, he did the same and continued to stare ahead at the ground before them.
They sat in silence for some time.
Then Aoko asked, almost hesitantly, "Aren't you going to tease me about something or try to flip my skirt or something?"
Kaito slowly turned his head and rose an eyebrow, staring incredulously at her. "You've just found out from Koizumi that your best friend has made you into a vampire," he stated as if trying to understand what it was she was saying, "and you're asking me if I'm going to try to flip your skirt while you're sitting down?"
Aoko's face went red at this and she looked back to him with a bit of a scowl. "I-idiot," she snapped with little heat. "I was just trying to make things seem more normal--"
"Since when have you ever asked me to flip your skirt?" the magician asked in slight bafflement.
The girl put a hand to her head, coming close to sighing as she said, "That's not my point."
"Then what is it? What am I missing?"
His childhood friend looked up at him, stared into his eyes for a moment before looking away again, her lips pressing into a thin line as her brow furrowed in thought. Kaito continued to watch her, expecting an answer but not receiving any. With a bit of a sigh, he eventualyl went back to staring at the scenery around them.
A crow cawed out in the distance.
"... I don't know what to do."
Kaito didn't look over this time, hearing the waver in her words and thinking that, perhaps she would prefer to let out those feelings and thoughts in turmoil without an audience. His chest constricted, however, when he heard the first sniffle and then again when she let out a shuttering breath. But he remained quiet, allowing her the time to recover herself and to speak her piece before saying anything himself.
He owed her that much at least.
Without further preamble, Aoko continued, "I just don't know what I should do about all of this. What I should feel about it. What I should say to you about it. A-Akako-chan explained it all to me... but still, I just... don't know. Don't understand--"
"I'm sorry," Kaito broke in, not able to keep silent anymore. He put his hands together, pushing them against each other in an effort to keep up his Poker Face, at least just barely so that she could see just how truly regretful he was. "I shouldn't have gone into that mess and I shouldn't have dragged you along into it. I should have known what would have happened, and I tried... I tried to keep it from happening but--"
His words caught in his throat, because in truth he could have done more to keep himself from lashing out. He could have prevented it from happening. He should have--
A hand being places of his made him tense, preventing himself from automatically pulling away, even when he felt that hunger begin to rise up within him from that simple feeling--the same sensation that had been what taken his control from him at the last moment.
Aoko had somehow moved without him realizing it and was staring up at him, trying to catch his eyes but unable to as he glanced away as she began to speak, "Akako-chan also told me about that... why she told me how to catch up with you--"
Kaito cut off her words by pulling his hands away from hers. Then he looked to her with a firm gaze before stating flatly, "She sent you after me as a sacrifice, Aoko. She knew better than I did that something would go wrong and she put you up as the offering to the hunger. Don't even try to defend her right now. She's part of the reason things went the way they did. If she'd just done what I'd asked her and kept you safe back in the crowd--"
"Oh, right," interrupted Aoko hotly. "Because even when she knew you could have died from not having anyone around and tried to help you, it was the wrong thing to do. What? Did you really want to die, Kaito?"
The magician allowed Poker Face to slam down, locking down his emotions so he could respond seemingly without any trouble, "Don't be ridiculous. You should know better than that, but either way this scenario went, someone would have died and the fact is that what's happened to you is worse--"
"Worse?" Aoko exclaimed with outrage. "Kaito, you could have died in that building!"
"And in exchange for my life, I took your life and then gave you a new one--with blood."
Those blue eyes widened slightly with a horrific understanding just before she looked away from him and put a hand to her mouth, as if she could still remember the taste of his blood on her lips--but she couldn't, not consciously anyway. Kaito knew that much. He himself still couldn't quite remember the time when he was brought back in much the same fashion. And she wouldn't understand what a true horror it was...
Not until the first time she actually chose to survive.
Kaito pulled his hands apart and ran one through his hair as he sat back, straightening his bent spine as he blew a sigh, not quite knowing what else to do. "Koizumi might have told you things," he said slowly, looking away from her again to see that rock that he had been tossing earlier on the hard ground, "but she can't even begin to tell about what kind of life I've cursed you with. So don't. Don't defend her and don't defend me. We both had a hand in what happened--whether we like the thought of it or not."
Silence descended upon them once more...
And then Kaito was poked in the side by a not-quite-sharpish object.
Poker Face slipped a bit and he felt his eye twitch as he asked, "What are you doing?"
Aoko reponded, sounding not at all repentent, "Punishing you."
Poke.
He swatted at the stick she was using, giving her a full-on frown of disapproval.
She ignored him and poked him again.
"Aoko..." he said with a bit of warning.
"Hm?" she hummed idly, continuing to 'punish' him since he wasn't putting up much of a fight.
Kaito couldn't help but wonder then if, perhaps, she was trying to do just that--get him to fight back. Or at the very least retaliate in the way she was used to. Still, it didn't change the fact that he couldn't seem to bring himself to work up the same old cheerfulness to follow her lead with. Instead, he merely grabbed hold of the stick when it attacked him neck, keeping it from doing anymore damage.
Aoko stuck her tongue out at him.
He rolled his eyes. "Aren't I supposed to be the immature one here?" he asked with a fair amount of sarcasm just before he winced as something knocked against his knuckles.
Aoko had gotten another stick somewhere and was now trying to free her first weapon.
"Yeah, well," she was saying as she pulled at the first stick and, determining it wouldn't budge, tapped the second stick hard against the magician's hand. "You're not this time. I keep trying to tell you that you shouldn't keep blaming yourself, idiot. Akako-chan told me about what the hunger is like. It's not like you had a choice--"
"There are always choices," Kaito argued with a bit of a twisted smile on his face. He then gave a shrug, pulling the first stick out of her hand before adjusting his hold on it to where the 'tip' was pointed right at his chest. He rose an eyebrow at her, stating simply, "I could have chosen to die, after all."
Aoko's lips twisted into a frown before she used her own stick to knock his away from his chest. "Iiiiidiot," she drawled out before standing up on her feet, staring down at him with an unimpressed look in her eyes, "as if I would have let that happen. Remember? I was the one who went to help you--"
"Which you wouldn't have done if Koizumi hadn't sent you after me in the first place," Kaito reminded her as he also stood to his feet, only to stop short when the girl leveled her stick at him.
She stared over the piece of wood at him, a hard look in her eyes. That fiery look of anger and determination that only made the magician pause with wonder at the sight. "Well, a good thing she did, then," the girl stated hotly. "As if I'd want to go home only to hear from my father later that they found you in that building, dead--"
"Better that than living off the blood of others, I'd think," Kaito said dryly before taking a swing at Aoko's stick with his own.
They met with a harsh clack sound that rang throughout the empty courtyard.
-end of scene-
Ahahaha... was going to write the mock-battle but am tired.
This also means I'm one scene closer to finishing the 4th fic, yosh~ Still have to connect all these scenes, though~ |D