[Feb 18th] [Magic Kaitou] Les Vacances noires: Le Cambrioleur
Title: Les Vacances noires: Le Cambrioleur [Random Scene]
Day/Theme: February 18th - "Infinite riches in a little room"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru
Rating: PG
Saguru wasn't sure what it was that he was expecting, but whatever it had been surely wasn't what he was currently staring at in baffled wonderment.
Arsène waited patiently beside him.
Eventually, the detective was able to shake his head and look over to the thief. He then gestured to the large house they now stood before. "Well?" he asked. "I'm supposing you're now going to tell me that some nice old woman has given you the luxury of being able to come and go and take whatever you need in order to help those kids."
The other boy shrugged. "Not quite, but close enough," he agreed.
Saguru lowered his hand before bringing it up to his face so that he could pinch the bridge of his nose. "All right, I will ask: What is the difference?"
"The nice old woman is dead."
Shocked by the blunt answer, the detective slowly lowered his hand again, just staring at Arsène who looked back to the large house with a carefully blank expression on that face. Surely he couldn't be serious--but no, in the short time Saguru had known this other side to Kaito, Arsène had never once tried to soften the blow on this sort of thing. Quite the contrary, if that memory of that night in the hotel room could be considered reliable.
Kaito was still going to be quite uncomfortable about all of that. He'd already essentially threatened to commit suicide by saying that he was going to murder his other self--no matter how much it was a jest, it was still a fairly uncomfortable matter to be brought up.
Again, Saguru shook his head, this time to clear his thoughts before they could run into more inane patterns. He very nearly started blushing when Arsène glanced to him and rose an eyebrow.
Instead, he said, "I hope that you were invited to come and go into this house by the deceased."
A smirk came onto that face, making the detective frown heavily. "Why, of course, tantei-san," the thief said in a pleasant manner before continuing on toward the house, waving a hand in the air as he went. "I am not the kind of person who comes in uninvited--or at the very least, unannounced."
Saguru stared at his back and struggled not to mutter a few choice words on what Arsène considered "proper manners" before following suit.
Apparently, Arsène had been telling the truth because instead of merely picking the lock and waltzing in as if he owned the place, the young man went searching along the base the outerwall. It didn't take long for him to show the fruits of his minor labor. A key. A very simple key that could have been easily copied, but instead, the thief used it to unlock the door and then quickly replaced it where it had originally been.
It was fair to say that Saguru was now both at once suspicious and confused by the whole display. Mostly confused, however.
He still did not know what to make of this other persona of Kaito.
Arsène, without a word, opened the door and stepped in slowly in a manner that suggested reverence instead of caution. Whoever had once owned the house and had left it for Arsène to use to his advantage had surely meant a lot to the thief.
Saguru quietly followed after, going slowly so as to allow his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the entryway. Since Arsène hadn't bothered with the lights, the detective assumed that there was no electricity and so they were forced to continue on in the dark.
Arsène led the way, sure-footed and knowing the layout far better than Saguru did. It didn't take him long at all to lose track of where they could possibly be in the large house, but as soon as he had begun to think to ask the thief where exactly it was that they were going, they came to an abrupt halt. Right before a door that seemed almost hidden if one didn't look carefully enough.
Somehow, Saguru knew Arsène was grinning. "Well, tantei-san, you're about to see how it is that I am able to do what I have been," he said, voice low and quiet in the still air but still sounding almost too loud for this particular location. "Afterward, if you're at all interested, we can sit down and I can explain everything. However. Not one word from you unless it is to agree to listen to what I have to say. And after that, not one word until I am finished." The thief shot him a sharp look out of the corners of his eyes, grin disappearing. "Agreed?"
Knowing there was nothing else he could say, Saguru merely nodded and echoed, "Agreed."
Arsène watched him for a moment longer before stepping forward, taking the doorknob in hand, and then twisting the knob and pushing the door open.
There was light in this room, making Saguru hold up a hand in order to allow his eyes time to readjust. It was only just as he was starting to be able to blink away the blinding brightness that he heard voices whispering. This time, there was a eastern-French accent that was soon answered by the soft lilting tones of Arsène's French.
The thief was asking for time alone with the detective.
And the other voice was agreeing.
Saguru lowered his arm just in time to see a young girl--the same young girl that Kaito had found himself waking up next to that time when he'd lost of week's time because of Arsène's activeness...
The girl blushed prettily at him and gave a slight nod of the head, asking to be excused, making Saguru dumbly stepping aside to allow her a way out of the room.
The blond watched her go, jaw tightening after a moment as a few things clicked into place.
With those thoughts in mind, the detective stepped into the room--only to stop short at the sight around him. "What is this?" he blurted out before he could stop himself, looking around him.
Arsène was perched on a table set in the middle of the room, bare except for the farther end where a portrait lay. The thief was now grinning that half-grin that still seemed unnaturally wide. "You should know better than anyone else, tantei-san."
Saguru turned to look around the room again, taking in the sights of the portraits hung, the portraits held up in display cases, statuary spread around the room in an almost random fashion that left one wondering, other art pieces, antiquities, that made people stop and stare in marvel in glass cases pushed against the wall--
It finally came to him, the reason why he had reacted so strongly to the sight before him. He, who chased after Kid for so long, knew quite a number of things about what was kept in museums since the thief had focused on those targets before switching to jewels and gems. And there was one thing that made this enormous collection even more of a wonder to behold.
"They're all French," he said quietly, staring at a painting presented above dazzling diamonds and pearls in their glass cases. He spun to look to Arsène, understanding dawning on him. "Originals?"
The thief smiled. "Every one of them," he confirmed.
Saguru turned to look at the collection before shaking his head, putting a hand to his eyes as he tried to grasp the riddle that was obviously placed before him. It shouldn't make sense. It wouldn't have made sense. However...
He looked up at the other personality of his classmate, staring into his dark blue, almost violet eyes as he stated with a surety he wish didn't have, "Your namesake."
Arsène, named for France's most celebrated fictional thief, grinned.
Day/Theme: February 18th - "Infinite riches in a little room"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru
Rating: PG
Saguru wasn't sure what it was that he was expecting, but whatever it had been surely wasn't what he was currently staring at in baffled wonderment.
Arsène waited patiently beside him.
Eventually, the detective was able to shake his head and look over to the thief. He then gestured to the large house they now stood before. "Well?" he asked. "I'm supposing you're now going to tell me that some nice old woman has given you the luxury of being able to come and go and take whatever you need in order to help those kids."
The other boy shrugged. "Not quite, but close enough," he agreed.
Saguru lowered his hand before bringing it up to his face so that he could pinch the bridge of his nose. "All right, I will ask: What is the difference?"
"The nice old woman is dead."
Shocked by the blunt answer, the detective slowly lowered his hand again, just staring at Arsène who looked back to the large house with a carefully blank expression on that face. Surely he couldn't be serious--but no, in the short time Saguru had known this other side to Kaito, Arsène had never once tried to soften the blow on this sort of thing. Quite the contrary, if that memory of that night in the hotel room could be considered reliable.
Kaito was still going to be quite uncomfortable about all of that. He'd already essentially threatened to commit suicide by saying that he was going to murder his other self--no matter how much it was a jest, it was still a fairly uncomfortable matter to be brought up.
Again, Saguru shook his head, this time to clear his thoughts before they could run into more inane patterns. He very nearly started blushing when Arsène glanced to him and rose an eyebrow.
Instead, he said, "I hope that you were invited to come and go into this house by the deceased."
A smirk came onto that face, making the detective frown heavily. "Why, of course, tantei-san," the thief said in a pleasant manner before continuing on toward the house, waving a hand in the air as he went. "I am not the kind of person who comes in uninvited--or at the very least, unannounced."
Saguru stared at his back and struggled not to mutter a few choice words on what Arsène considered "proper manners" before following suit.
Apparently, Arsène had been telling the truth because instead of merely picking the lock and waltzing in as if he owned the place, the young man went searching along the base the outerwall. It didn't take long for him to show the fruits of his minor labor. A key. A very simple key that could have been easily copied, but instead, the thief used it to unlock the door and then quickly replaced it where it had originally been.
It was fair to say that Saguru was now both at once suspicious and confused by the whole display. Mostly confused, however.
He still did not know what to make of this other persona of Kaito.
Arsène, without a word, opened the door and stepped in slowly in a manner that suggested reverence instead of caution. Whoever had once owned the house and had left it for Arsène to use to his advantage had surely meant a lot to the thief.
Saguru quietly followed after, going slowly so as to allow his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the entryway. Since Arsène hadn't bothered with the lights, the detective assumed that there was no electricity and so they were forced to continue on in the dark.
Arsène led the way, sure-footed and knowing the layout far better than Saguru did. It didn't take him long at all to lose track of where they could possibly be in the large house, but as soon as he had begun to think to ask the thief where exactly it was that they were going, they came to an abrupt halt. Right before a door that seemed almost hidden if one didn't look carefully enough.
Somehow, Saguru knew Arsène was grinning. "Well, tantei-san, you're about to see how it is that I am able to do what I have been," he said, voice low and quiet in the still air but still sounding almost too loud for this particular location. "Afterward, if you're at all interested, we can sit down and I can explain everything. However. Not one word from you unless it is to agree to listen to what I have to say. And after that, not one word until I am finished." The thief shot him a sharp look out of the corners of his eyes, grin disappearing. "Agreed?"
Knowing there was nothing else he could say, Saguru merely nodded and echoed, "Agreed."
Arsène watched him for a moment longer before stepping forward, taking the doorknob in hand, and then twisting the knob and pushing the door open.
There was light in this room, making Saguru hold up a hand in order to allow his eyes time to readjust. It was only just as he was starting to be able to blink away the blinding brightness that he heard voices whispering. This time, there was a eastern-French accent that was soon answered by the soft lilting tones of Arsène's French.
The thief was asking for time alone with the detective.
And the other voice was agreeing.
Saguru lowered his arm just in time to see a young girl--the same young girl that Kaito had found himself waking up next to that time when he'd lost of week's time because of Arsène's activeness...
The girl blushed prettily at him and gave a slight nod of the head, asking to be excused, making Saguru dumbly stepping aside to allow her a way out of the room.
The blond watched her go, jaw tightening after a moment as a few things clicked into place.
With those thoughts in mind, the detective stepped into the room--only to stop short at the sight around him. "What is this?" he blurted out before he could stop himself, looking around him.
Arsène was perched on a table set in the middle of the room, bare except for the farther end where a portrait lay. The thief was now grinning that half-grin that still seemed unnaturally wide. "You should know better than anyone else, tantei-san."
Saguru turned to look around the room again, taking in the sights of the portraits hung, the portraits held up in display cases, statuary spread around the room in an almost random fashion that left one wondering, other art pieces, antiquities, that made people stop and stare in marvel in glass cases pushed against the wall--
It finally came to him, the reason why he had reacted so strongly to the sight before him. He, who chased after Kid for so long, knew quite a number of things about what was kept in museums since the thief had focused on those targets before switching to jewels and gems. And there was one thing that made this enormous collection even more of a wonder to behold.
"They're all French," he said quietly, staring at a painting presented above dazzling diamonds and pearls in their glass cases. He spun to look to Arsène, understanding dawning on him. "Originals?"
The thief smiled. "Every one of them," he confirmed.
Saguru turned to look at the collection before shaking his head, putting a hand to his eyes as he tried to grasp the riddle that was obviously placed before him. It shouldn't make sense. It wouldn't have made sense. However...
He looked up at the other personality of his classmate, staring into his dark blue, almost violet eyes as he stated with a surety he wish didn't have, "Your namesake."
Arsène, named for France's most celebrated fictional thief, grinned.