MK fic: Les Vacances noires [WIP]
Title: Les Vacances noires
Scene Title: Le Premier
Progress: WIP
Aoko was looking at him.
Arsène lowered his utensils. "Need me to pose for a picture?" he asked lightly.
She pursed her lips.
It had been a stand-off ever since the girl actually heard more about the second persona of her childhood friend. It was less hostile than the one the thief had with the detective but in some ways it was slightly worse. Having Aoko have a disliking for him made him more uncomfortable than he would have liked. After all, in a sense, he was Kuroba Kaito and Aoko was rejecting him.
Or it so it seemed.
"I don't get you."
Arsène raised an eyebrow at that. "What is there to get?"
She glowered. "How Kaito could ever have someone like you lurking around in his subconscious."
There was only a slight pause before the boy laughed.
Aoko stared at him for a moment. "What? What are you laughing about?"
"Oh, man," said Arsène, still chuckling, putting a hand to his forehead and sitting back in his seat. "You don't seriously mean that, do you? Really, Aoko, that's just priceless!"
Aoko scowled. "What's so funny about that question?" she demanded.
"Where do you want me to start?" said Arsène with a wide, sharp grin. Before she could answer, he gave a bit of a laugh and bluntly explained, "You don't even know Kaito well enough anymore to even be able to begin to claim to know what kind of person he is now."
The look of shock that came upon her face then made him sober quickly. He sat forward, putting his hands on the table. Watching her closely, he then continued in a low tone, "People grow distant from each other and you yourself know what distance's come in recent years. Not only on Kaito's part but on other's as well. Take, for example, our dear detective."
Not seeming to understand his meaning, Aoko asked in a defensive manner, "What about Hakuba-kun?"
Arsène sat back in his seat again, the grin playing on his face. "When was the last time he accused Kaito of being Kaitou Kid?"
He watched as the emotions ran their course from confusion to bafflement to consideration to... confusion once again.
"Not since well before the left for France, right?" he asked in a helpful manner.
Aoko glared at him as thought it was anything but.
He rose his hands peacefully. "Only stating what you know already to be true."
She looked away from him and focused on her food once more. "Or what you think to be true," she stated shortly.
Arsène propped his head on a hand, elbow resting on the chair's arm. "Heeeh. Is that what you really think?"
"It is," she responded.
"You're pretty biased in your opinion, though," he pointed out.
"You make it hard to think otherwise."
"Why exactly can't you accept who I really am, Aoko?"
The reaction was instantaneous. Opening her mouth to argue further, Aoko stopped and looked back to him. He merely gazed back at her, watching her as the emotions started to shift quickly in her eyes. After a few seconds of this, however, Aoko stopped looking him in the eye and clenched her fists.
"Aoko," said Arsène in a gentle manner. "Even if I'm not the most saintly persona a person can have, that doesn't explain your outright hatred for me."
She stayed quiet for a moment.
Then, her voice came to his ears, small and yet heated, "I can't hate you if you're really a part of Kaito. But I refuse to acknowledge someone who goes by the name of that thief!"
Caught off-guard, Arsène sat up. "All of this over a name--?"
"No," said Aoko loudly, looking up at him again. "That name. Arsène Lupin. The name of a thief--the name they give Kaitou Kid--"
"So you hate me," interrupted Arsne lowly, "because I make the possibility that Hakuba was right all this time--"
"I said I don't--"
"Pardon me, Aoko-san," broke in the thief sharply, "but don't kid yourself nor me. I know fully well how you feel about that particular thief. However, just treating me with that distain is hardly acurrate or fair."
"Fair?" demanded Aoko, leaning angrily forward. "What do you know about fair? You constantly jump into conversations, you won't let me ever talk to Kaito, you've done such horrible things to Hakuba-kun--"
"Just the one time, actually," he said before giving a sharp grin. "What? You jealous?"
Red-faced, Aoko stood up from her seat and shouted, "And you're a shameless pervert!"
Arsène couldn't help but to laugh at that. "What? You really find that so surprising?"
"You--!"
"Can you two please have a civil conversation for once?" came an exasperated British-accented voice from the doorway.
Arsène sat back in his seat, looking over his shoulder. "Ah, tantei-san, we were just talking about you," he said easily.
Hakuba dryly responded as he approached the table, "Yes, I could hear from the hall."
Aoko had the decency to go red in embarrassment on Hakuba's behalf.
Arsène just continued to watch him intently, making a considering sound. "Maybe I could have gone more into detail about it since Aoko-san seems to interested."
Just as the girl started to say something in retaliation, the detective sharply broke in, "Enough, Arsène. You're going too far in your games."
"Games?" asked the thief, tone going flat as most humor left him. "I haven't even begun to play a game wtih either of you."
"Arsène--" began Hakuba warningly.
Hands were stiffly raised in surrender while Arsène stood himself up. "All right," he said simply. "I can see that I'm not wanted here either."
"Either?" asked Aoko in confusion.
The thief looked to her, all amusement gone. "You honestly think you can claim to hate that thief more than any other? Probably the person who hates me most isn't you or the detective." He shrugged, starting off toward the door. "Kaito has been hating me, hating himself, far longer than either of you can imagine."
Don't tell them that!
"Too late to take it back now," said Arsène aloud just as the door shut behind him.
-tbc-
... ahahaha. I couldn't help it. |D But yay! A new scene from me :DDD
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Scene Title: Le Premier
Progress: WIP
Aoko was looking at him.
Arsène lowered his utensils. "Need me to pose for a picture?" he asked lightly.
She pursed her lips.
It had been a stand-off ever since the girl actually heard more about the second persona of her childhood friend. It was less hostile than the one the thief had with the detective but in some ways it was slightly worse. Having Aoko have a disliking for him made him more uncomfortable than he would have liked. After all, in a sense, he was Kuroba Kaito and Aoko was rejecting him.
Or it so it seemed.
"I don't get you."
Arsène raised an eyebrow at that. "What is there to get?"
She glowered. "How Kaito could ever have someone like you lurking around in his subconscious."
There was only a slight pause before the boy laughed.
Aoko stared at him for a moment. "What? What are you laughing about?"
"Oh, man," said Arsène, still chuckling, putting a hand to his forehead and sitting back in his seat. "You don't seriously mean that, do you? Really, Aoko, that's just priceless!"
Aoko scowled. "What's so funny about that question?" she demanded.
"Where do you want me to start?" said Arsène with a wide, sharp grin. Before she could answer, he gave a bit of a laugh and bluntly explained, "You don't even know Kaito well enough anymore to even be able to begin to claim to know what kind of person he is now."
The look of shock that came upon her face then made him sober quickly. He sat forward, putting his hands on the table. Watching her closely, he then continued in a low tone, "People grow distant from each other and you yourself know what distance's come in recent years. Not only on Kaito's part but on other's as well. Take, for example, our dear detective."
Not seeming to understand his meaning, Aoko asked in a defensive manner, "What about Hakuba-kun?"
Arsène sat back in his seat again, the grin playing on his face. "When was the last time he accused Kaito of being Kaitou Kid?"
He watched as the emotions ran their course from confusion to bafflement to consideration to... confusion once again.
"Not since well before the left for France, right?" he asked in a helpful manner.
Aoko glared at him as thought it was anything but.
He rose his hands peacefully. "Only stating what you know already to be true."
She looked away from him and focused on her food once more. "Or what you think to be true," she stated shortly.
Arsène propped his head on a hand, elbow resting on the chair's arm. "Heeeh. Is that what you really think?"
"It is," she responded.
"You're pretty biased in your opinion, though," he pointed out.
"You make it hard to think otherwise."
"Why exactly can't you accept who I really am, Aoko?"
The reaction was instantaneous. Opening her mouth to argue further, Aoko stopped and looked back to him. He merely gazed back at her, watching her as the emotions started to shift quickly in her eyes. After a few seconds of this, however, Aoko stopped looking him in the eye and clenched her fists.
"Aoko," said Arsène in a gentle manner. "Even if I'm not the most saintly persona a person can have, that doesn't explain your outright hatred for me."
She stayed quiet for a moment.
Then, her voice came to his ears, small and yet heated, "I can't hate you if you're really a part of Kaito. But I refuse to acknowledge someone who goes by the name of that thief!"
Caught off-guard, Arsène sat up. "All of this over a name--?"
"No," said Aoko loudly, looking up at him again. "That name. Arsène Lupin. The name of a thief--the name they give Kaitou Kid--"
"So you hate me," interrupted Arsne lowly, "because I make the possibility that Hakuba was right all this time--"
"I said I don't--"
"Pardon me, Aoko-san," broke in the thief sharply, "but don't kid yourself nor me. I know fully well how you feel about that particular thief. However, just treating me with that distain is hardly acurrate or fair."
"Fair?" demanded Aoko, leaning angrily forward. "What do you know about fair? You constantly jump into conversations, you won't let me ever talk to Kaito, you've done such horrible things to Hakuba-kun--"
"Just the one time, actually," he said before giving a sharp grin. "What? You jealous?"
Red-faced, Aoko stood up from her seat and shouted, "And you're a shameless pervert!"
Arsène couldn't help but to laugh at that. "What? You really find that so surprising?"
"You--!"
"Can you two please have a civil conversation for once?" came an exasperated British-accented voice from the doorway.
Arsène sat back in his seat, looking over his shoulder. "Ah, tantei-san, we were just talking about you," he said easily.
Hakuba dryly responded as he approached the table, "Yes, I could hear from the hall."
Aoko had the decency to go red in embarrassment on Hakuba's behalf.
Arsène just continued to watch him intently, making a considering sound. "Maybe I could have gone more into detail about it since Aoko-san seems to interested."
Just as the girl started to say something in retaliation, the detective sharply broke in, "Enough, Arsène. You're going too far in your games."
"Games?" asked the thief, tone going flat as most humor left him. "I haven't even begun to play a game wtih either of you."
"Arsène--" began Hakuba warningly.
Hands were stiffly raised in surrender while Arsène stood himself up. "All right," he said simply. "I can see that I'm not wanted here either."
"Either?" asked Aoko in confusion.
The thief looked to her, all amusement gone. "You honestly think you can claim to hate that thief more than any other? Probably the person who hates me most isn't you or the detective." He shrugged, starting off toward the door. "Kaito has been hating me, hating himself, far longer than either of you can imagine."
Don't tell them that!
"Too late to take it back now," said Arsène aloud just as the door shut behind him.
-tbc-
... ahahaha. I couldn't help it. |D But yay! A new scene from me :DDD
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