[Feb 17th] [Magic Kaitou] Murderer: EndGame
Title: Murderer: EndGame [Random Scene]
Day/Theme: February 17th - “All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Kudo Shinichi, Vermouth
Rating: R
He struggled to break free from the hold he was in, but the two agents had a tight grip on him, knowing only too well what he was capable of if ever caught into a corner. This was more than just being caught in the corner, however. This was simply life and death, again, leaving him with nothing else but fight or give in and he couldn't give in. Not when they had been so close.
So close...
Seeing that the detective was still just standing there--the gun aimed firmly in those no-longer-small hands, the perfect posture of determination in carrying out the threat presented to the one in charge of all of this--Kaito shouted out, "Do it, Kudo! Don't give them a chance--!"
Bang!
The thief's eyes went wide, the same as the detective's did--in horror, in stunned realization of what had just happened--
Kudo put a hand to his abdomen, dark liquid staining his clothes and continuing to spill out from between his fingers as he struggled to keep his sure footing. It was too late, however, the chance had been lost. Kaito knew only too well.
First blood.
Last blood.
In this place, both were the same.
Even still, he cried out, "Just shoot, Kudo!" in hopes that it wasn't how he thought, that things weren't over. There was still a chance. It couldn't end like this, could it? That the bad guys should win, that people like these could triumph over the one person who never truly failed a case--
Cases that didn't involve the ultimatum being to live or to die.
Kaito's heart sank even as Kudo struggled to follow that shout, breathing heavily as more and more blood was lost, aiming his weapon and firing. Once, twice, three times--he continued firing until the clip was empty, and then the young man who'd been trapped in a child's body for so long lowered his weapon and allowed it to fall to the ground.
None of the shots had been aimed to kill.
That person was still standing.
Blood everywhere.
But not a single one that would kill.
A numbness seem to come over Kaito then as he continued to watch the scene unfold before him, as Kudo gave a slight smile that was marred by the tears in his eyes and the almost-defeated look on his face. Almost because even when the detective seemed to understand just what would happen next, he still seemed to refuse to give them what they wanted to see most. Him broken. Him pleading for his life when he knew damn well that they wouldn't even give him a grave to bury his body when they were done with him.
"Sorry, Kuroba..." he said instead, voice quiet, keeping back the pain as much as he could. "Should have listened..."
Feeling as if his heart should stop at any moment and fearing that it would, Kaito fought hard against the men who continued to hold him back. "Kudo--!"
The detective ignored him and, instead, narrowed his eyes at the person before him who, despite being shot so many times, remained standing and was slowly bringing their own weapon up to aim at the young man. Right at level with his chest--his heart. "Was it worth it?" Kudo asked. "Was this whole game really worth the lives lost, the people who've suffered, the people you've tormented... just for this?"
He moved his hand away from his wound, allowing the blood to flow freely as he held up bother hands in a gesture of surrender--one hand covered in dark crimson and the other pale and white from the loss of blood, from the fear and the terror.
Vermouth did not answer, cocking her gun instead, finger tightening on the trigger.
Kaito couldn't do anything to stop it.
Kudo gave a shaky smirk, still trying to act strong even when he saw his chances of surviving becoming smaller and smaller right before his eyes. "Hey, Kuroba," he said, his voice giving away just how little of a chance he saw. Wavering and shaking even when it held itself together in a manner fitting for this moment, his last stand, he asked that question, "What's the difference between a survivor and a murderer?"
Those words, more than anything, were what made Kaito stop struggling and really look to the other young man. Then, he answered in a small, quiet voice, "There isn't really any difference at all--"
Kudo snorted. "Idiot," he said in a fond manner that bewildered the thief more than anything. "A survivor doesn't try to hide why they killed someone. A survivor acknowledges and accepts the blood on their hands." Sharp blue eyes glared into the equally intense eyes of the woman who had brought them to this point. "A murderer hides the body, hides the weapon, hides the motives behind lies and trickery. More than anyone else, a murderer denies that they did it for anything other than a want, a desire they could have squashed.
"Isn't that right, Vermouth?" he asked quietly, not backing down.
The woman named for the spirit whose ingredients were often well-kept secrets, not revealed unless one knew how to make it, just closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again, stating lightly, "I never took you for a martyr, Kudo Shinichi."
Kudo retorted, "I know my chances of survival is none. You can do what you want with me--torture me, throw me into that pit you put Kuroba in, break me to pieces, but in the end it's all the same. You'll kill me because I got this far, because I'm dangerous to your position, because I was the one who helped you gain it. Helped you unknowingly with this coup I should have seen coming." He paused for a moment before finishing firmly, "You wouldn't let someone like me continue to live and threaten your new position of power."
"Glad that we both agree on those points," Vermouth said before giving a bit of a shrug. "It's only too bad, detective, that you had to chose this way to do things."
He snorted. "As if I had a choice," he murmured to himself, closing his eyes, awaiting the inevitable.
Bang!
A long moment of silence fell while the loud sound echoed throughout the room.
Then, the body fell.
Kaito had to close his eyes to try to keep from allowing the sight of Kudo Shinichi's last moments from being ingrained in his memory. It was too late, however. All he could see was the blood blossoming from his chest, his body jerking as the bullet passed through, falling back without any support, and the sight of the tears that had begun to trail down his cheeks--
Kaito felt that he should have felt like screaming or crying, knowing that even if this could have been the end the detective would have come to even without his intervention, he still had a hand in his not-quite-nemesis's death.
Instead, that numbness from before wrapped around his mind and body, leaving him unable to feel when the men let go of him and let him fall to his knees nor see when exactly that woman had staggeringly made her way over to him. When he opened his eyes, however, he saw her form blurred by the tears in his eyes and once more found himself asking, "And me?"
Vermouth gave him an almost tired look and held up the gun, allowing the bullet chamber to fall from it with a loud clack.
Empty.
"The last bullet was given to our dear detective," she said quietly while Kaito tried to understand what that meant for him. "I'm afraid that we have little other choice, however. Just like that meitantei, you are too dangerous to keep alive and able, dear young master--"
He curled his hands into fists as he continued to stare at the empty bullet casing. "Don't call me that."
A moment of silence came then.
He clenched his teeth and screwing his eyes shut as anger found its way past that numbness, allowing him to shout, "For someone like you who did all of this, who used the abilities my father taught you out of the goodness of his heart and in order to aide you in career to kill people, to murder them in cold blood--for someone like you to even continue to acknowledge that man as your master..." He jerked his head up, glaring up at her as best as he could even when he thought of the countless tragedies this woman had wrought. "It's the worst insult."
Even though she was quiet and though she was far more experiences in things such as Poker Face, at that moment, Kaito could see all the indignation, the fury, the grim understanding, and the sadness in that woman. From the way she clutched the gun to the way her shoulders, which even despite the amount of times she'd been shot remained firmly squared, fell...
The woman once known as Sharon Vineyard stared down at him as if she had never seen him before.
Then her face closed and she was once more that grim mask, Vermouth, ordering the two men standing just behind the magician, "Show Merlot where exactly he belongs. Put him back into that pit he came crawling out of."
Without another word, she spun on heel and stalked off, unwilling to allow anyone the sight of her nursing her wounds. As she stepped over the body of the detective, however, she did call back in a voice that sounded less than steady, "And dispose of the evidence before we have visitors."
Kaito continued to watch her back as she left, feeling the anger leave as well and allowing the numbness to take hold just as he felt his arms being taken hold of once more.
-end of scene-
... don't hurt me, Candy. |D;;;
Day/Theme: February 17th - “All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Kudo Shinichi, Vermouth
Rating: R
He struggled to break free from the hold he was in, but the two agents had a tight grip on him, knowing only too well what he was capable of if ever caught into a corner. This was more than just being caught in the corner, however. This was simply life and death, again, leaving him with nothing else but fight or give in and he couldn't give in. Not when they had been so close.
So close...
Seeing that the detective was still just standing there--the gun aimed firmly in those no-longer-small hands, the perfect posture of determination in carrying out the threat presented to the one in charge of all of this--Kaito shouted out, "Do it, Kudo! Don't give them a chance--!"
Bang!
The thief's eyes went wide, the same as the detective's did--in horror, in stunned realization of what had just happened--
Kudo put a hand to his abdomen, dark liquid staining his clothes and continuing to spill out from between his fingers as he struggled to keep his sure footing. It was too late, however, the chance had been lost. Kaito knew only too well.
First blood.
Last blood.
In this place, both were the same.
Even still, he cried out, "Just shoot, Kudo!" in hopes that it wasn't how he thought, that things weren't over. There was still a chance. It couldn't end like this, could it? That the bad guys should win, that people like these could triumph over the one person who never truly failed a case--
Cases that didn't involve the ultimatum being to live or to die.
Kaito's heart sank even as Kudo struggled to follow that shout, breathing heavily as more and more blood was lost, aiming his weapon and firing. Once, twice, three times--he continued firing until the clip was empty, and then the young man who'd been trapped in a child's body for so long lowered his weapon and allowed it to fall to the ground.
None of the shots had been aimed to kill.
That person was still standing.
Blood everywhere.
But not a single one that would kill.
A numbness seem to come over Kaito then as he continued to watch the scene unfold before him, as Kudo gave a slight smile that was marred by the tears in his eyes and the almost-defeated look on his face. Almost because even when the detective seemed to understand just what would happen next, he still seemed to refuse to give them what they wanted to see most. Him broken. Him pleading for his life when he knew damn well that they wouldn't even give him a grave to bury his body when they were done with him.
"Sorry, Kuroba..." he said instead, voice quiet, keeping back the pain as much as he could. "Should have listened..."
Feeling as if his heart should stop at any moment and fearing that it would, Kaito fought hard against the men who continued to hold him back. "Kudo--!"
The detective ignored him and, instead, narrowed his eyes at the person before him who, despite being shot so many times, remained standing and was slowly bringing their own weapon up to aim at the young man. Right at level with his chest--his heart. "Was it worth it?" Kudo asked. "Was this whole game really worth the lives lost, the people who've suffered, the people you've tormented... just for this?"
He moved his hand away from his wound, allowing the blood to flow freely as he held up bother hands in a gesture of surrender--one hand covered in dark crimson and the other pale and white from the loss of blood, from the fear and the terror.
Vermouth did not answer, cocking her gun instead, finger tightening on the trigger.
Kaito couldn't do anything to stop it.
Kudo gave a shaky smirk, still trying to act strong even when he saw his chances of surviving becoming smaller and smaller right before his eyes. "Hey, Kuroba," he said, his voice giving away just how little of a chance he saw. Wavering and shaking even when it held itself together in a manner fitting for this moment, his last stand, he asked that question, "What's the difference between a survivor and a murderer?"
Those words, more than anything, were what made Kaito stop struggling and really look to the other young man. Then, he answered in a small, quiet voice, "There isn't really any difference at all--"
Kudo snorted. "Idiot," he said in a fond manner that bewildered the thief more than anything. "A survivor doesn't try to hide why they killed someone. A survivor acknowledges and accepts the blood on their hands." Sharp blue eyes glared into the equally intense eyes of the woman who had brought them to this point. "A murderer hides the body, hides the weapon, hides the motives behind lies and trickery. More than anyone else, a murderer denies that they did it for anything other than a want, a desire they could have squashed.
"Isn't that right, Vermouth?" he asked quietly, not backing down.
The woman named for the spirit whose ingredients were often well-kept secrets, not revealed unless one knew how to make it, just closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again, stating lightly, "I never took you for a martyr, Kudo Shinichi."
Kudo retorted, "I know my chances of survival is none. You can do what you want with me--torture me, throw me into that pit you put Kuroba in, break me to pieces, but in the end it's all the same. You'll kill me because I got this far, because I'm dangerous to your position, because I was the one who helped you gain it. Helped you unknowingly with this coup I should have seen coming." He paused for a moment before finishing firmly, "You wouldn't let someone like me continue to live and threaten your new position of power."
"Glad that we both agree on those points," Vermouth said before giving a bit of a shrug. "It's only too bad, detective, that you had to chose this way to do things."
He snorted. "As if I had a choice," he murmured to himself, closing his eyes, awaiting the inevitable.
Bang!
A long moment of silence fell while the loud sound echoed throughout the room.
Then, the body fell.
Kaito had to close his eyes to try to keep from allowing the sight of Kudo Shinichi's last moments from being ingrained in his memory. It was too late, however. All he could see was the blood blossoming from his chest, his body jerking as the bullet passed through, falling back without any support, and the sight of the tears that had begun to trail down his cheeks--
Kaito felt that he should have felt like screaming or crying, knowing that even if this could have been the end the detective would have come to even without his intervention, he still had a hand in his not-quite-nemesis's death.
Instead, that numbness from before wrapped around his mind and body, leaving him unable to feel when the men let go of him and let him fall to his knees nor see when exactly that woman had staggeringly made her way over to him. When he opened his eyes, however, he saw her form blurred by the tears in his eyes and once more found himself asking, "And me?"
Vermouth gave him an almost tired look and held up the gun, allowing the bullet chamber to fall from it with a loud clack.
Empty.
"The last bullet was given to our dear detective," she said quietly while Kaito tried to understand what that meant for him. "I'm afraid that we have little other choice, however. Just like that meitantei, you are too dangerous to keep alive and able, dear young master--"
He curled his hands into fists as he continued to stare at the empty bullet casing. "Don't call me that."
A moment of silence came then.
He clenched his teeth and screwing his eyes shut as anger found its way past that numbness, allowing him to shout, "For someone like you who did all of this, who used the abilities my father taught you out of the goodness of his heart and in order to aide you in career to kill people, to murder them in cold blood--for someone like you to even continue to acknowledge that man as your master..." He jerked his head up, glaring up at her as best as he could even when he thought of the countless tragedies this woman had wrought. "It's the worst insult."
Even though she was quiet and though she was far more experiences in things such as Poker Face, at that moment, Kaito could see all the indignation, the fury, the grim understanding, and the sadness in that woman. From the way she clutched the gun to the way her shoulders, which even despite the amount of times she'd been shot remained firmly squared, fell...
The woman once known as Sharon Vineyard stared down at him as if she had never seen him before.
Then her face closed and she was once more that grim mask, Vermouth, ordering the two men standing just behind the magician, "Show Merlot where exactly he belongs. Put him back into that pit he came crawling out of."
Without another word, she spun on heel and stalked off, unwilling to allow anyone the sight of her nursing her wounds. As she stepped over the body of the detective, however, she did call back in a voice that sounded less than steady, "And dispose of the evidence before we have visitors."
Kaito continued to watch her back as she left, feeling the anger leave as well and allowing the numbness to take hold just as he felt his arms being taken hold of once more.
-end of scene-
... don't hurt me, Candy. |D;;;