[Feb 23rd] [Magic Kaitou] Les Vacances noires: La Vérité [Random Scene]
Title: Les Vacances noires: La Vérité [Random Scene]
Day/Theme: February 23rd - "Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru
Rating: PG
Saguru continued to stare at the thief for a moment before putting a hand to his eyes and muttering to himself, "I have officially gone mad. Arsène Lupin was a fictional character written by Maurice LeBlanc in answer to Sherlock Holmes. I am not going to fall for a charade in which I have to believe that Lupin was, in fact, a real person and that this is the collection recovered from the Hollow Needle--"
"Actually, this would be a different collection all together," put in Arsène with seemingly great amusement.
The detective lowered his hand to give the other personality a baleful look. "I don't buy it," he stated firmly.
Arsène shrugged, putting his hands up into the air. "I am not the one who said it first," he said in an innocent manner before leveling his eyes to meet with his companion's head-on. "If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who said the words, not I."
Saguru was loathed to admit that the thief was right and merely turned to study the collection more intently. He tried to see a flaw in any one of the pieces in that room. Something that would give away its lack authenticity. Sadly, it seemed that the harder he looked, the more he could see the mistakes born from the original creators. Running a hand through his hair, he merely asked, "So. If what I choose to wish to believe--that Lupin was a fictional character, only alive through words on paper--is the false knowledge, then..."
He could practically see Arsène shrugging his shoulders behind him. "Don't ask me. I only know about Lupin myself because of Mademoiselle Chantelle." There was a moment of pause before he added as an after thought, "Who is a direct descendant of Arsène Lupin."
Saguru felt the need to sit down... and possible brain himself against a desk. There was no way he was having this conversation.
And yet he was, so he turned to face the one that had to turn everything upside down and then sideways. "Then?" he asked, gesturing around the room. "I take it that you're selling the collection."
Arsène gave a rude noise. "You only wish, tantei-san," he said with some amusement before propping one leg atop of the other in an elegant manner reminiscent of the thief he was named for. "That money that I have been receiving is, of course, money that had been given out to other charities by Mademoiselle Chantelle's grandmother, granddaughter of Arsène Lupin--"
"That is still something I highly doubt--" began Saguru, wanting to argue the case.
The thief continued as if he were deaf to the detective's words, "But since she has passed away recently and since I had that... unfortunate incident which Kaito ended up waking up at the end, dear Chantelle and I conspired to put the money that would have otherwise been used for her father's ill-doing toward a more charitable nature--"
"And this is how your misfits came about?" asked the blond with a hint of suspicion.
Arsène grinned good-naturedly. "My dear detective," he began genially in a grandiose manner, "I would have never been able to keep young Lawrence from continuing a life on the streets where he was beaten, mugged, and abused in other manners without any end, saved Elise from certain death at the hands of a group of men who'd kidnapped her from the streets, and prevented Randolph from considering other means to putting a stop to the things occurring in his home if it were not for Chantelle."
A silence came at the end of this statement.
Saguru closed his eyes, wanting to believe the other personality of a particularly frustrating magician, but found himself unable to, shaking his head for a moment before sighing. "There is more to it than that, isn't there?" he asked.
The thief didn't answer.
The detective opened his eyes to stare pointedly at the blank-faced Arsène. "That may be why you are channeling your energies into a more positive form--it's your choice, after all, how you are dealing with things. However. This does not explain your original behavior. What you did during the week Kaito was unconscious. Any of the actions you take that contradict your words."
He waited for a moment, hoping for a reaction but received none. Saguru sighed, putting a hand to his practically throbbing temple, releasing another sigh as he concluded, "I admit that I had my doubts about this arrangement--I still do, in fact--but if you truly believe that you are just doing this to help those kids, then I cannot fault you. However." He glared pointedly at the still boy sitting on that table still. "If you so much as bring harm to any one of them..."
At those words, a reaction came. A slow grin that seemed mocking, almost cruel--the kind of grin that Saguru could remember when Arsène decided that making sure the detective wasn't going to jump and arrest him without warming wasn't enough.
The shiver went down his spine without warning--
Just before he realized that Arsène had moved.
"Want to know the most fascinating thing about all of this?" came the thief's voice from behind Saguru, making him start and then spin around, not at all comfortable with allowing the young man to get away with getting him from a vulnerable position once more. Arsène didn't seem interested in that sort of thing, instead, staring intently at a particular painting that had no real significance to it--women in a park with children and dogs at play, a typical portrait for that era of art. And yet there was something else.
When Saguru reminded silent a moment longer, Arsène answered his own question, "I can remember stealing every single one of them."
-fin-
*falls over*
And no, it's not like it sounds (i.e. not a copy of Momo's fic). Stay tuned for more information! O:
Day/Theme: February 23rd - "Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru
Rating: PG
Saguru continued to stare at the thief for a moment before putting a hand to his eyes and muttering to himself, "I have officially gone mad. Arsène Lupin was a fictional character written by Maurice LeBlanc in answer to Sherlock Holmes. I am not going to fall for a charade in which I have to believe that Lupin was, in fact, a real person and that this is the collection recovered from the Hollow Needle--"
"Actually, this would be a different collection all together," put in Arsène with seemingly great amusement.
The detective lowered his hand to give the other personality a baleful look. "I don't buy it," he stated firmly.
Arsène shrugged, putting his hands up into the air. "I am not the one who said it first," he said in an innocent manner before leveling his eyes to meet with his companion's head-on. "If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who said the words, not I."
Saguru was loathed to admit that the thief was right and merely turned to study the collection more intently. He tried to see a flaw in any one of the pieces in that room. Something that would give away its lack authenticity. Sadly, it seemed that the harder he looked, the more he could see the mistakes born from the original creators. Running a hand through his hair, he merely asked, "So. If what I choose to wish to believe--that Lupin was a fictional character, only alive through words on paper--is the false knowledge, then..."
He could practically see Arsène shrugging his shoulders behind him. "Don't ask me. I only know about Lupin myself because of Mademoiselle Chantelle." There was a moment of pause before he added as an after thought, "Who is a direct descendant of Arsène Lupin."
Saguru felt the need to sit down... and possible brain himself against a desk. There was no way he was having this conversation.
And yet he was, so he turned to face the one that had to turn everything upside down and then sideways. "Then?" he asked, gesturing around the room. "I take it that you're selling the collection."
Arsène gave a rude noise. "You only wish, tantei-san," he said with some amusement before propping one leg atop of the other in an elegant manner reminiscent of the thief he was named for. "That money that I have been receiving is, of course, money that had been given out to other charities by Mademoiselle Chantelle's grandmother, granddaughter of Arsène Lupin--"
"That is still something I highly doubt--" began Saguru, wanting to argue the case.
The thief continued as if he were deaf to the detective's words, "But since she has passed away recently and since I had that... unfortunate incident which Kaito ended up waking up at the end, dear Chantelle and I conspired to put the money that would have otherwise been used for her father's ill-doing toward a more charitable nature--"
"And this is how your misfits came about?" asked the blond with a hint of suspicion.
Arsène grinned good-naturedly. "My dear detective," he began genially in a grandiose manner, "I would have never been able to keep young Lawrence from continuing a life on the streets where he was beaten, mugged, and abused in other manners without any end, saved Elise from certain death at the hands of a group of men who'd kidnapped her from the streets, and prevented Randolph from considering other means to putting a stop to the things occurring in his home if it were not for Chantelle."
A silence came at the end of this statement.
Saguru closed his eyes, wanting to believe the other personality of a particularly frustrating magician, but found himself unable to, shaking his head for a moment before sighing. "There is more to it than that, isn't there?" he asked.
The thief didn't answer.
The detective opened his eyes to stare pointedly at the blank-faced Arsène. "That may be why you are channeling your energies into a more positive form--it's your choice, after all, how you are dealing with things. However. This does not explain your original behavior. What you did during the week Kaito was unconscious. Any of the actions you take that contradict your words."
He waited for a moment, hoping for a reaction but received none. Saguru sighed, putting a hand to his practically throbbing temple, releasing another sigh as he concluded, "I admit that I had my doubts about this arrangement--I still do, in fact--but if you truly believe that you are just doing this to help those kids, then I cannot fault you. However." He glared pointedly at the still boy sitting on that table still. "If you so much as bring harm to any one of them..."
At those words, a reaction came. A slow grin that seemed mocking, almost cruel--the kind of grin that Saguru could remember when Arsène decided that making sure the detective wasn't going to jump and arrest him without warming wasn't enough.
The shiver went down his spine without warning--
Just before he realized that Arsène had moved.
"Want to know the most fascinating thing about all of this?" came the thief's voice from behind Saguru, making him start and then spin around, not at all comfortable with allowing the young man to get away with getting him from a vulnerable position once more. Arsène didn't seem interested in that sort of thing, instead, staring intently at a particular painting that had no real significance to it--women in a park with children and dogs at play, a typical portrait for that era of art. And yet there was something else.
When Saguru reminded silent a moment longer, Arsène answered his own question, "I can remember stealing every single one of them."
-fin-
*falls over*
And no, it's not like it sounds (i.e. not a copy of Momo's fic). Stay tuned for more information! O: