MK fic: Les Vacances noires [WIP]
Title: Les Vacances noires
Scene Title: L'Homme
Progress: WIP
Ruby started in surprise before calming herself, placing a hand to her heart. "Mon cher, you should know better than to sneak upon a fellow cambrioleur," she said in a mild scolding manner that was touched with amusement and caution.
The young man was sitting before her, without his proper outfit, in her parlor in a pair of dark trousers with an equally dark dress shirt, similar to the color of the blue the young thief wore--but three shades darker. A truly disturbing sight, especially since he also held in his hand and was not wearing on his face the monocle with the clover charm set in a triangle.
He sat comfortably in that seat with a smirk on his face and sharp look in his eyes.
The ex-thief took a moment to come to grips with the realization of what was going on before asking, "Où est le garçon Kaito Kuroba?"
The young man merely continued to watch her, not replying.
Chat Noir continued, no longer amused and now allowing herself to react to the threat she felt since she had not even so much as sensed this person enter the apartment, "Qui êtes-vous?"
Now, the smirk turned more amicable. "Moi? On me donne beaucoup de noms. Lequel voulez-vous connaître à ce moment?"
Taken slightly aback but not allowing it to show, Ruby Jones then asked pointedly, "Le détective vous connaît?"
"Oui," replied the man with a shrug. "Nous avons eu le plaisir de faire sa connaissance."
"Ce nom," insisted Ruby, continuing to watch as the young thief turned the monocle in his hand, studying it with interest.
"Arsène."
The French woman gave a start. "Arsène?" she asked, stunned by the answer. "Pas comme Lupin--"
"Oui, c'est exactement ça," put in this man who was in reality a stranger with a familiar face and name. "Un garçon m'a donné ce nom dans la nuit où je me suis réveillé." Smirk now a grin almost like the one commonly seen on Kaitou Kid's face, the one called Arsène added, "C'est approprié, non?"
-end of scene-
... I'm having too much fun with this fic, I swear. XD;;;
And for you nancy-pants who don't know French (I kid, I kid, I love you all ~ ♥), here's the translation of the convo:
"Where is the boy Kaito Kuroba?"
"..."
"Who are you?"
"Me? I'm called a lot of names. Which do you want to know at this moment?"
"The detective knows you?"
"Yes. We've met before."
"That name."
"Arsene."
"Not like Lupin--"
"Yes, it's exactly that. A boy gave me this name on the night I was awakened. It's appropriate, no?"
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Scene Title: L'Homme
Progress: WIP
Ruby started in surprise before calming herself, placing a hand to her heart. "Mon cher, you should know better than to sneak upon a fellow cambrioleur," she said in a mild scolding manner that was touched with amusement and caution.
The young man was sitting before her, without his proper outfit, in her parlor in a pair of dark trousers with an equally dark dress shirt, similar to the color of the blue the young thief wore--but three shades darker. A truly disturbing sight, especially since he also held in his hand and was not wearing on his face the monocle with the clover charm set in a triangle.
He sat comfortably in that seat with a smirk on his face and sharp look in his eyes.
The ex-thief took a moment to come to grips with the realization of what was going on before asking, "Où est le garçon Kaito Kuroba?"
The young man merely continued to watch her, not replying.
Chat Noir continued, no longer amused and now allowing herself to react to the threat she felt since she had not even so much as sensed this person enter the apartment, "Qui êtes-vous?"
Now, the smirk turned more amicable. "Moi? On me donne beaucoup de noms. Lequel voulez-vous connaître à ce moment?"
Taken slightly aback but not allowing it to show, Ruby Jones then asked pointedly, "Le détective vous connaît?"
"Oui," replied the man with a shrug. "Nous avons eu le plaisir de faire sa connaissance."
"Ce nom," insisted Ruby, continuing to watch as the young thief turned the monocle in his hand, studying it with interest.
"Arsène."
The French woman gave a start. "Arsène?" she asked, stunned by the answer. "Pas comme Lupin--"
"Oui, c'est exactement ça," put in this man who was in reality a stranger with a familiar face and name. "Un garçon m'a donné ce nom dans la nuit où je me suis réveillé." Smirk now a grin almost like the one commonly seen on Kaitou Kid's face, the one called Arsène added, "C'est approprié, non?"
-end of scene-
... I'm having too much fun with this fic, I swear. XD;;;
And for you nancy-pants who don't know French (I kid, I kid, I love you all ~ ♥), here's the translation of the convo:
"Where is the boy Kaito Kuroba?"
"..."
"Who are you?"
"Me? I'm called a lot of names. Which do you want to know at this moment?"
"The detective knows you?"
"Yes. We've met before."
"That name."
"Arsene."
"Not like Lupin--"
"Yes, it's exactly that. A boy gave me this name on the night I was awakened. It's appropriate, no?"
.