[Feb 28th] [Magic Kaitou] Vampire: No Returning to Before [Random Scene]
Title: Vampire: No Returning to Before [Random Scene]
Day/Theme: February 28th - "Time doth run with calm and silent foot"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Nakamori Aoko
Rating: R
He put a napkin to his mouth and coughed as discreetly as he could.
No luck.
She gave him a heavy-lidded stare, not falling for the act. She then held out her hand, palm up, in a requesting manner that he knew too well to be a command.
He swallowed back another cough, shoulders slouching before he pulled the napkin away and handed it over, placing it into her hand in such a way so that it wouldn't be immediately obvious what was on the small square of tissue. A grimace came onto his face as he felt another cough well up in his throat but then he made a face and said with a bit of whine, "I thought this sort of thing would be gone by now."
Aoko gave him a bit of a scowl as she pulled her hand back and tucked the napkin away somewhere. "It would if you'd give it some time and stop aggrivating it so much--"
"But it's all gunked up and makes me feel worse if I don't--" he tried to argue.
"Do you want to end up attacking the crowd in here?"
Kaito twisted his lips in a bit of a frown, looking around the small cafe which was apparently quite popular. And dim. Crowded and dim were good. Especially when two people like them were talking about such things and passing back and forth tissue with blood on it. Not so good if he were to suddenly have his hunger get out of control. "It was only a little spittle--" he began again.
Aoko gave him and unamused look and took out the napkin again, waving it about, saying without amusement, "Even if it's just a little. It's more than what you think and you'll end up completely drained in no time if you keep it up--"
"Why is all of this my fault, anyway?" he asked, slouching in his seat with a bit of a pout on his lips, a perfect show to prove that he was not happy with his condition. "It's not like I wanted to end up being this sort of sicky vampire or whatever--"
"Oh no," Aoko agreed in an over-exaggerated manner that man Kaito scowl at her a bit. "You only decided to challenge the woman who is the head of our entire line--yes, I know you hate that idea but your father explained it to you back then, didn't he? About how she can do whatever she wants with us because all of our blood has her blood--"
Kaito stubbornly crossed his arms and pursed his lips. "Didn't mean that she had to practically kill me over it," he muttered before scowling again. "Stupid old hag--oof!" He reached down to rub at his sore shin. "Oi! Don't defend the old hag, Aoko! She was cruel to you too!"
At that, a dark look crossed the girl's face and the magician nearly kicked himself for having reminded her of that. "You know there was more going on then than that..." she said quitely, looking down at the table between them.
"Maybe," he allowed, voice also quietening a bit before he reached out and took her hand into his. He then smiled at her as best as he could and added in as cheerful manner as he could, "And you're my hero for saving me from that sort of fate, you do know that, right?"
Aoko's face went slightly pink at that. "I-idiot," she murmured with a subtle hint of fondness as she put her other hand over his.
"Yes," he agreed, now really smiling, a softer smile than before. "But I'm your idiot, right? For bringing you into this and then having things end up this way... I really am an idiot for letting it all happen, aren't I?"
"Oh, especially because of that," she answered, voice deadpanned and face going blank.
Kaito nearly laughed. "Oi, what did I say about using Poker Face on me?"
Aoko gave an innocent look. "Did you say something about that?"
"Oh, you're just argumentative tonight--"
"As if you aren't. Who was the one trying to hide the fact that he's getting sick again? Idiot."
A laugh came from him then, and he pulled her hand over to his side of the table and placed a chaste kiss on the inside of her wrist, at the pulse point, making that soft noise within his jump just a bit and her cheeks go red more with a latent desire than any sort of embarrassment. Really, he couldn't help himself. The hunger pains were just now starting to kick in and Aoko had been right about it not being a good time to have an attack. Still, it was kind of tempting, as loathed as he was to admit it. "Well, even if I'm getting sick again, at least I have you to keep me from beserking on the crowd, right?"
And that was part of the whole game. Sure, the initial game was over, and he had won thanks to outside help, but there was still that catch.
Because with Pandora, there was always a catch. Her gift of immortality came at the price of blood, the price of giving up one's morals in exchange for the strength to survive again and again. Who really should be surprised, then, that a game that they had "played" didn't end up with a sort of condition to it?
He won the game.
But he was paying the price for having played the game, having challenged that old hag in the first place.
Kaito nuzzled Aoko's hand as he snorted and muttered to himself, "Controlling hag. I still don't get half the things that went on down there."
"Well, that's a good thing, then," Aoko said, seeming content to allow her hand to be ravished at a moment's noticed. She leaned forward, however, and added with a bit of a wicked smile, "If you did, then whole thing wouldn't work, now would it?"
The magician paused at that before blinking at her for a moment. Wait a minute... "Did she tell you something?" he asked her, a bit of curious suspicion coming forth. When Aoko leaned back in her seat, pulled her hand free, and moved as if to stand, he asked more urgently, "You mean she's planned something else? What is it? I really don't want a repeat of before, Aoko, I'm not stupid enough for that--"
His voice stopped when he heard a bit of laughter.
Then he frowned at his childhood friend in annoyance. "Oi..."
She waved off his annoyance and just looked at him with a smile, a bright smile, a sincere one. One that made her seem more like the way Aoko had been before this whole mess had been, so innocent and caring. Not that she wasn't still caring and innocent, but as with all things, experience--especially experience involving drinking the blood of others--put a sort of grim veil over those looks. But still, it was enough to take Kaito aback and just look to her in apparent confusion.
Aoko shook her head at him before reaching over to run a hand through his unruly hair. "It's really not as horrible as all that, Kaito," she said before putting that hand to his cheek and looking him in the eye, blue eyes happy and yet sad at the same time. "It's really not."
Kaito stared at her for a moment longer before closing his eyes and again, leaned into her touch, trusting in her word more than he would trust anyone else's. He kissed at her wrist again. "'m tired," he said after a moment, only really feeling this way when the words actually came out, exactly how it always went whenever his apparent "sickness" acted up.
Aoko must have moved because she was suddenly behind him, putting her other hand on his shoulder and saying in his ear, "Well, come on. If you're really that tired, we should head home--"
"Dun wanna," he argued in a childish manner with a bit of a smirk.
She lightly thwapped him on the side of the head with her free hand. "I'm not going to have you sit here and waste away," she said firmly. "Now, you're going to get up and start walking, or I'm going to have to carry you out--"
"My manly pride," he complained but followed through with her demands and released her hand while pushing himself to his feet once more. Except, as always when he was in this sort of condition, he felt a tightening in his chest and saw the room tilt dangerously on him. "Ugh... gonna kill the old hag..."
"Not like this, you aren't," Aoko said in a patronizing manner before she placed herself close to Kaito, helping him as they made their way out of the cafe and back onto the streets. "And next time we see her, you will not call her an old hag--"
"She calls me a brat--" he objected, keeping his eyes on his feet to keep himself from stumbling.
"Well, you try living for as long as her and not consider someone your age a brat--"
A whining tone came without much prompting, "I'm going to end up that age sooner or later--"
"And until then, you're still a brat," Aoko said cheerfully before clutching at Kaito's arm a little more tightly. "Until then."
Kaito wondered momentarily what it was that made her voice sound like that but eventually shrugged it off, knowing that he'd find out sooner or later. Because they both had more than enough time to work through these things. To work out a way to keep him from continuously getting sick like this. And for him to find out what it was exactly Pandora had in store for him in the future.
Because, as frightening as the thought was sometimes, the future was all they had.
Day/Theme: February 28th - "Time doth run with calm and silent foot"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Nakamori Aoko
Rating: R
He put a napkin to his mouth and coughed as discreetly as he could.
No luck.
She gave him a heavy-lidded stare, not falling for the act. She then held out her hand, palm up, in a requesting manner that he knew too well to be a command.
He swallowed back another cough, shoulders slouching before he pulled the napkin away and handed it over, placing it into her hand in such a way so that it wouldn't be immediately obvious what was on the small square of tissue. A grimace came onto his face as he felt another cough well up in his throat but then he made a face and said with a bit of whine, "I thought this sort of thing would be gone by now."
Aoko gave him a bit of a scowl as she pulled her hand back and tucked the napkin away somewhere. "It would if you'd give it some time and stop aggrivating it so much--"
"But it's all gunked up and makes me feel worse if I don't--" he tried to argue.
"Do you want to end up attacking the crowd in here?"
Kaito twisted his lips in a bit of a frown, looking around the small cafe which was apparently quite popular. And dim. Crowded and dim were good. Especially when two people like them were talking about such things and passing back and forth tissue with blood on it. Not so good if he were to suddenly have his hunger get out of control. "It was only a little spittle--" he began again.
Aoko gave him and unamused look and took out the napkin again, waving it about, saying without amusement, "Even if it's just a little. It's more than what you think and you'll end up completely drained in no time if you keep it up--"
"Why is all of this my fault, anyway?" he asked, slouching in his seat with a bit of a pout on his lips, a perfect show to prove that he was not happy with his condition. "It's not like I wanted to end up being this sort of sicky vampire or whatever--"
"Oh no," Aoko agreed in an over-exaggerated manner that man Kaito scowl at her a bit. "You only decided to challenge the woman who is the head of our entire line--yes, I know you hate that idea but your father explained it to you back then, didn't he? About how she can do whatever she wants with us because all of our blood has her blood--"
Kaito stubbornly crossed his arms and pursed his lips. "Didn't mean that she had to practically kill me over it," he muttered before scowling again. "Stupid old hag--oof!" He reached down to rub at his sore shin. "Oi! Don't defend the old hag, Aoko! She was cruel to you too!"
At that, a dark look crossed the girl's face and the magician nearly kicked himself for having reminded her of that. "You know there was more going on then than that..." she said quitely, looking down at the table between them.
"Maybe," he allowed, voice also quietening a bit before he reached out and took her hand into his. He then smiled at her as best as he could and added in as cheerful manner as he could, "And you're my hero for saving me from that sort of fate, you do know that, right?"
Aoko's face went slightly pink at that. "I-idiot," she murmured with a subtle hint of fondness as she put her other hand over his.
"Yes," he agreed, now really smiling, a softer smile than before. "But I'm your idiot, right? For bringing you into this and then having things end up this way... I really am an idiot for letting it all happen, aren't I?"
"Oh, especially because of that," she answered, voice deadpanned and face going blank.
Kaito nearly laughed. "Oi, what did I say about using Poker Face on me?"
Aoko gave an innocent look. "Did you say something about that?"
"Oh, you're just argumentative tonight--"
"As if you aren't. Who was the one trying to hide the fact that he's getting sick again? Idiot."
A laugh came from him then, and he pulled her hand over to his side of the table and placed a chaste kiss on the inside of her wrist, at the pulse point, making that soft noise within his jump just a bit and her cheeks go red more with a latent desire than any sort of embarrassment. Really, he couldn't help himself. The hunger pains were just now starting to kick in and Aoko had been right about it not being a good time to have an attack. Still, it was kind of tempting, as loathed as he was to admit it. "Well, even if I'm getting sick again, at least I have you to keep me from beserking on the crowd, right?"
And that was part of the whole game. Sure, the initial game was over, and he had won thanks to outside help, but there was still that catch.
Because with Pandora, there was always a catch. Her gift of immortality came at the price of blood, the price of giving up one's morals in exchange for the strength to survive again and again. Who really should be surprised, then, that a game that they had "played" didn't end up with a sort of condition to it?
He won the game.
But he was paying the price for having played the game, having challenged that old hag in the first place.
Kaito nuzzled Aoko's hand as he snorted and muttered to himself, "Controlling hag. I still don't get half the things that went on down there."
"Well, that's a good thing, then," Aoko said, seeming content to allow her hand to be ravished at a moment's noticed. She leaned forward, however, and added with a bit of a wicked smile, "If you did, then whole thing wouldn't work, now would it?"
The magician paused at that before blinking at her for a moment. Wait a minute... "Did she tell you something?" he asked her, a bit of curious suspicion coming forth. When Aoko leaned back in her seat, pulled her hand free, and moved as if to stand, he asked more urgently, "You mean she's planned something else? What is it? I really don't want a repeat of before, Aoko, I'm not stupid enough for that--"
His voice stopped when he heard a bit of laughter.
Then he frowned at his childhood friend in annoyance. "Oi..."
She waved off his annoyance and just looked at him with a smile, a bright smile, a sincere one. One that made her seem more like the way Aoko had been before this whole mess had been, so innocent and caring. Not that she wasn't still caring and innocent, but as with all things, experience--especially experience involving drinking the blood of others--put a sort of grim veil over those looks. But still, it was enough to take Kaito aback and just look to her in apparent confusion.
Aoko shook her head at him before reaching over to run a hand through his unruly hair. "It's really not as horrible as all that, Kaito," she said before putting that hand to his cheek and looking him in the eye, blue eyes happy and yet sad at the same time. "It's really not."
Kaito stared at her for a moment longer before closing his eyes and again, leaned into her touch, trusting in her word more than he would trust anyone else's. He kissed at her wrist again. "'m tired," he said after a moment, only really feeling this way when the words actually came out, exactly how it always went whenever his apparent "sickness" acted up.
Aoko must have moved because she was suddenly behind him, putting her other hand on his shoulder and saying in his ear, "Well, come on. If you're really that tired, we should head home--"
"Dun wanna," he argued in a childish manner with a bit of a smirk.
She lightly thwapped him on the side of the head with her free hand. "I'm not going to have you sit here and waste away," she said firmly. "Now, you're going to get up and start walking, or I'm going to have to carry you out--"
"My manly pride," he complained but followed through with her demands and released her hand while pushing himself to his feet once more. Except, as always when he was in this sort of condition, he felt a tightening in his chest and saw the room tilt dangerously on him. "Ugh... gonna kill the old hag..."
"Not like this, you aren't," Aoko said in a patronizing manner before she placed herself close to Kaito, helping him as they made their way out of the cafe and back onto the streets. "And next time we see her, you will not call her an old hag--"
"She calls me a brat--" he objected, keeping his eyes on his feet to keep himself from stumbling.
"Well, you try living for as long as her and not consider someone your age a brat--"
A whining tone came without much prompting, "I'm going to end up that age sooner or later--"
"And until then, you're still a brat," Aoko said cheerfully before clutching at Kaito's arm a little more tightly. "Until then."
Kaito wondered momentarily what it was that made her voice sound like that but eventually shrugged it off, knowing that he'd find out sooner or later. Because they both had more than enough time to work through these things. To work out a way to keep him from continuously getting sick like this. And for him to find out what it was exactly Pandora had in store for him in the future.
Because, as frightening as the thought was sometimes, the future was all they had.