[Feb 24th] [Magic Kaitou] Murderer: The Unwritten Rule [Random Scene]
Title: Murderer: The Unwritten Rule [Random Scene]
Day/Theme: February 24th - "I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Gin, Vodka
Rating: PG-13
The days blurred together much in the same way that the days in that cell and pit did.
Except there was no blood.
Well, no blood being spilled by his hands.
And it was probably this that was helping Kaito more than those times they locked him in the cell and used silence and then sudden noise to break him down. He didn't know if they thought him completely broken--hell, for a while there, he himself had thought that until he realized that despite how much he'd been forced to accompany an agent, he did nothing to help them except stand by and watch--or if this was yet another cruel way they planned to crush his growing sense of stability.
If it was the latter, Kaito didn't know if he could take that kind of torment again.
And if it were the former...
Then they'd definitely underestimated their supposed newest and brightest assassin-in-training Merlot.
So he stood by and watched, waited, biding his time and using the reprieves between interacting with those agents and wearing that mask that kept any of them from truly knowing that he was getting better, that he could stand to be around people more and more often, that he was able to reach out and grab others by the arms without feeling as if he was going to get stabbed in the gut with a knife without warining. He didn't know if this was yet another test or not, but if it was, he would be damned if he would follow along this time.
This time, he was going to escape by his own means and not by an opening purposefully left for him by that woman.
Such were the thoughts that continuously circled in his mind when he ran into them. The higher assassins who would kill you sooner than look at you. He had actually very nearly bumped into the long-haired blond but managed to just barely spin on the ball of his left foot and angle himself away, sweating at the sharp glare that was sent his way from under a black hat but able to, somehow, keep up that mask so that when the gaze lingered, he was able to stare back blankly. It was hard to tell what that person was thinking, but he stopped in the middle of the hall.
The young agent known as Merlot found himself readying for allowing the blade up his sleeve to slip down into his hand as he stood there, watching.
The blond haired man continued to stare at him, head now turned to face him fully. He gritted the cigarette but between his teeth before commenting to the large man beside him, "This face looks familiar."
Kaito felt a tremor run down his arm and resisted the urge to shake it out of his system. He was not that weak anymore. He'd had time to rebuild himself. He wouldn't break down so easily again.
Not only that, but despite previous incidents, Merlot was not one known to react toward this sort of confrontation.
Keep to the role.
It was the only thing that was going to get him out of that place.
The other agent came forward, studying Merlot's face for a moment before looking back to the blond. "You're right, aniki," he said before standing straight and looking down on the younger man, eyes hidden behind sunglasses probably eyeing him in a studious manner. "He looks like that detective."
"Detective," the other agent murmured around his cigarette, staring at Kaito for a moment longer before shrugging and turning to continue on. "Would figure that I would start seeing that face everywhere with the way Vermouth goes on sometimes. I barely even remember killing that detective and yet he seems determined to try and haunt my every step--"
Kaito almost held his breath with the man paused, considering these words for a moment and then looking back to the young man next to the wall. "You," he said lowly. "What's your name and who brought you in here?"
The thief knew exactly where this was going.
"Merlot," he answered in the manner that had become his alias's default: falsely cheerful with a slight edge to it that led others to think about where exactly he came from and who had brought him there in the first place. The lack of recognition from the blond, however, didn't do much to help with his act. He shrugged in a vaguely apathetic and nonchalant manner. "Vermouth put me in the pit and got me back out."
The simple explanation didn't seem to even register on that cold face, in those cold eyes.
Then, the man grinned. "So that's it," he said to himself.
"Aniki?" the larger man asked as the blond began to walk off.
The other agent ignored him and merely said without looking over to Merlot again, "Better watch your back, Kid, else it'll be my bullet in your back."
Kaito could feel his mask slipping at these words, the memory of being shot before being brought to this Hell hitting him in the gut. Not only that, but that man knew exactly who he was, without need of any prompting or suggesting. The worst thing was that Kaito knew that this was no idle threat.
After all, there was no written rule that said that one agent could not kill another.
And who was foolish enough to even begin to consider taking Gin's word lightly?
-end of scene-
Blaaaaaaaaaaargh.
Day/Theme: February 24th - "I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Gin, Vodka
Rating: PG-13
The days blurred together much in the same way that the days in that cell and pit did.
Except there was no blood.
Well, no blood being spilled by his hands.
And it was probably this that was helping Kaito more than those times they locked him in the cell and used silence and then sudden noise to break him down. He didn't know if they thought him completely broken--hell, for a while there, he himself had thought that until he realized that despite how much he'd been forced to accompany an agent, he did nothing to help them except stand by and watch--or if this was yet another cruel way they planned to crush his growing sense of stability.
If it was the latter, Kaito didn't know if he could take that kind of torment again.
And if it were the former...
Then they'd definitely underestimated their supposed newest and brightest assassin-in-training Merlot.
So he stood by and watched, waited, biding his time and using the reprieves between interacting with those agents and wearing that mask that kept any of them from truly knowing that he was getting better, that he could stand to be around people more and more often, that he was able to reach out and grab others by the arms without feeling as if he was going to get stabbed in the gut with a knife without warining. He didn't know if this was yet another test or not, but if it was, he would be damned if he would follow along this time.
This time, he was going to escape by his own means and not by an opening purposefully left for him by that woman.
Such were the thoughts that continuously circled in his mind when he ran into them. The higher assassins who would kill you sooner than look at you. He had actually very nearly bumped into the long-haired blond but managed to just barely spin on the ball of his left foot and angle himself away, sweating at the sharp glare that was sent his way from under a black hat but able to, somehow, keep up that mask so that when the gaze lingered, he was able to stare back blankly. It was hard to tell what that person was thinking, but he stopped in the middle of the hall.
The young agent known as Merlot found himself readying for allowing the blade up his sleeve to slip down into his hand as he stood there, watching.
The blond haired man continued to stare at him, head now turned to face him fully. He gritted the cigarette but between his teeth before commenting to the large man beside him, "This face looks familiar."
Kaito felt a tremor run down his arm and resisted the urge to shake it out of his system. He was not that weak anymore. He'd had time to rebuild himself. He wouldn't break down so easily again.
Not only that, but despite previous incidents, Merlot was not one known to react toward this sort of confrontation.
Keep to the role.
It was the only thing that was going to get him out of that place.
The other agent came forward, studying Merlot's face for a moment before looking back to the blond. "You're right, aniki," he said before standing straight and looking down on the younger man, eyes hidden behind sunglasses probably eyeing him in a studious manner. "He looks like that detective."
"Detective," the other agent murmured around his cigarette, staring at Kaito for a moment longer before shrugging and turning to continue on. "Would figure that I would start seeing that face everywhere with the way Vermouth goes on sometimes. I barely even remember killing that detective and yet he seems determined to try and haunt my every step--"
Kaito almost held his breath with the man paused, considering these words for a moment and then looking back to the young man next to the wall. "You," he said lowly. "What's your name and who brought you in here?"
The thief knew exactly where this was going.
"Merlot," he answered in the manner that had become his alias's default: falsely cheerful with a slight edge to it that led others to think about where exactly he came from and who had brought him there in the first place. The lack of recognition from the blond, however, didn't do much to help with his act. He shrugged in a vaguely apathetic and nonchalant manner. "Vermouth put me in the pit and got me back out."
The simple explanation didn't seem to even register on that cold face, in those cold eyes.
Then, the man grinned. "So that's it," he said to himself.
"Aniki?" the larger man asked as the blond began to walk off.
The other agent ignored him and merely said without looking over to Merlot again, "Better watch your back, Kid, else it'll be my bullet in your back."
Kaito could feel his mask slipping at these words, the memory of being shot before being brought to this Hell hitting him in the gut. Not only that, but that man knew exactly who he was, without need of any prompting or suggesting. The worst thing was that Kaito knew that this was no idle threat.
After all, there was no written rule that said that one agent could not kill another.
And who was foolish enough to even begin to consider taking Gin's word lightly?
-end of scene-
Blaaaaaaaaaaargh.