Fanfiction
Title: Divisions
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Cookies for those that guess what I was listening to to inspire this.
And blackness closed in, the light of the moon vanishing in a rolling flood of dark clouds, obscuring vision, rising up around his feet, swarming in until everything he saw was black upon black upon black-
-a flash of light, illuminating the dark for the briefest of brief moments, towering formless shapes of black, faded grey by the brilliant light.
Darkness again, but not for long, as light -lightning- flashed again, the sharp crack of light striking all around him. Kaito stared in wonder, eyes wide.
It’s like being inside a thunderstorm.
Flash.
Slower?
Flash.
Definitely slower.
Flash.
This time, Kaito could track the lightning as it burst free of the formless black, eyes following the edge of the bolt until it struck more formless black and vanished.
What’s going on here?
Everything was slowing down - Kaito blinked, and it took an age, the inexorable slide of his eyelids shutting, and the achingly long gap before they began to open again. Kaito shuddered. Let’s not do that again…
Or that, either, he thought, shoulders continuing to shake unsettlingly from his shudder.
But for the big question… is this because everything’s moving slower… or because I'm working faster?
bothneither
Eyes slowly widening, Kaito could only squeak the first thing that came to mind.
…Hi?
destroyme?savemeprotectmekillme
I will give…
I will take…
evenotherythithiningng
What you deserve.
Lightning crashed down.
~8~
Nothing.
That was everything.
Just nothing.
The boy looked up, white falling from above him, tickling his skin and making him sneeze. His hands were clutched around something, pretty, red seeping out and glowing… a shout, a noise of inarticulate rage, and he looked up from the pretty to see someone… a man, heavily jowled, walking with a cane, face red with rage, finger jabbing at him as other figures swarmed into the room behind him, black coats making them all clones of the other, blond hair that spilled from under a dark hat, or coldly painted lips curving in a small satisfied smile making no difference to what the boy saw.
Crows… he thought, and then wondered why he had. He glanced down at his clothes, a small smile curving over his lips as he saw the white there. Grubby white, yes, but it wasn’t black. It wasn’t… important… but it was something… good. He wasn’t like them. And that… was… something he couldn’t remember.
Nothing sucked at the edges of his mind, and he looked away from his clothes, looking up to see two of them coming closer. The heavy man, and the coldly satisfied smile of an icy woman, two steps behind him. Both held metal in their hands, light from above glinting off it, light from his hands sending red sparks dancing down the gleaming barrels.
The heavy man stopped. And spoke, but the sounds made no sense to the boy. The boy tilted his head to one side, bemused and unaware he was smiling faintly. The man finished speaking, holding out a hand, and the boy looked at the clean fingertips, stubby fingers without any calluses, only the wrinkling of encroaching age. The woman spoke, her sounds a dangerous counterpoint to the other man’s demanding tone. She gestured to the man, holding out her hand for a brief moment before withdrawing it.
The boy didn’t know them. He didn’t know what he wanted, or what they wanted, except to take something from him-
panic
The boy gasped, hand flying to his chest, emotion coursing through him, foreign, not his own, but so sudden he couldn't help but bow to it. No… No… they …mustn’t take things from him. They mustn’t.
He wouldn’t let them.
One step backwards, legs moving in a graceful arc despite his terror and drawing him away from the others. Pretty in his hand glowed still, and he held onto it tightly. That was his as well. Nobody was taking anything from him.
Silence for a moment, then, the man’s face an inarticulate mask of rage, voice cracking angrily, breaking the tableau. Almost as one, the crows drew hand up, every one holding weapons, pointed at him. Grim determination settled across the boy’s face, and he hunched his shoulders back into the cape he was wearing, the pretty still safe in his hand.
The other crows were moving towards him slowly now, spreading out to cover the sides. His way out would be forwards, but they would think it would be to the back. There was no need to think on it, the knowledge was already there, curving with crystalline perfection into his mind. They would think him to do this, so he would do that and that… and break free.
A sudden shout, from above, a different voice, panicked, rising at the end with terror (for him?) and making the first sense he knew.
The boy looked up, seeing desperate gold eyes, blond hair in disarray, hand clenched white around metal, hearing one word that made sense.
“KID!”
Kid smiled beatifically, panic ebbing into calm, face upraised, eyes locking with the man above him. Everything was simple now, even as the crows moved into chaos, some still pointing at him, others pointing at the man. The ground creaked and shook under him, white still falling from the sky. Everything was as simple as a pair of gold eyes, locked with his. Still smiling, he fell forwards into darkness uncaring, shrieks of wounded crows following him into the black.
Comments are, as always, love~ ♥
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Cookies for those that guess what I was listening to to inspire this.
And blackness closed in, the light of the moon vanishing in a rolling flood of dark clouds, obscuring vision, rising up around his feet, swarming in until everything he saw was black upon black upon black-
-a flash of light, illuminating the dark for the briefest of brief moments, towering formless shapes of black, faded grey by the brilliant light.
Darkness again, but not for long, as light -lightning- flashed again, the sharp crack of light striking all around him. Kaito stared in wonder, eyes wide.
It’s like being inside a thunderstorm.
Flash.
Slower?
Flash.
Definitely slower.
Flash.
This time, Kaito could track the lightning as it burst free of the formless black, eyes following the edge of the bolt until it struck more formless black and vanished.
What’s going on here?
Everything was slowing down - Kaito blinked, and it took an age, the inexorable slide of his eyelids shutting, and the achingly long gap before they began to open again. Kaito shuddered. Let’s not do that again…
Or that, either, he thought, shoulders continuing to shake unsettlingly from his shudder.
But for the big question… is this because everything’s moving slower… or because I'm working faster?
bothneither
Eyes slowly widening, Kaito could only squeak the first thing that came to mind.
…Hi?
destroyme?savemeprotectmekillme
I will give…
I will take…
evenotherythithiningng
What you deserve.
Lightning crashed down.
~8~
Nothing.
That was everything.
Just nothing.
The boy looked up, white falling from above him, tickling his skin and making him sneeze. His hands were clutched around something, pretty, red seeping out and glowing… a shout, a noise of inarticulate rage, and he looked up from the pretty to see someone… a man, heavily jowled, walking with a cane, face red with rage, finger jabbing at him as other figures swarmed into the room behind him, black coats making them all clones of the other, blond hair that spilled from under a dark hat, or coldly painted lips curving in a small satisfied smile making no difference to what the boy saw.
Crows… he thought, and then wondered why he had. He glanced down at his clothes, a small smile curving over his lips as he saw the white there. Grubby white, yes, but it wasn’t black. It wasn’t… important… but it was something… good. He wasn’t like them. And that… was… something he couldn’t remember.
Nothing sucked at the edges of his mind, and he looked away from his clothes, looking up to see two of them coming closer. The heavy man, and the coldly satisfied smile of an icy woman, two steps behind him. Both held metal in their hands, light from above glinting off it, light from his hands sending red sparks dancing down the gleaming barrels.
The heavy man stopped. And spoke, but the sounds made no sense to the boy. The boy tilted his head to one side, bemused and unaware he was smiling faintly. The man finished speaking, holding out a hand, and the boy looked at the clean fingertips, stubby fingers without any calluses, only the wrinkling of encroaching age. The woman spoke, her sounds a dangerous counterpoint to the other man’s demanding tone. She gestured to the man, holding out her hand for a brief moment before withdrawing it.
The boy didn’t know them. He didn’t know what he wanted, or what they wanted, except to take something from him-
panic
The boy gasped, hand flying to his chest, emotion coursing through him, foreign, not his own, but so sudden he couldn't help but bow to it. No… No… they …mustn’t take things from him. They mustn’t.
He wouldn’t let them.
One step backwards, legs moving in a graceful arc despite his terror and drawing him away from the others. Pretty in his hand glowed still, and he held onto it tightly. That was his as well. Nobody was taking anything from him.
Silence for a moment, then, the man’s face an inarticulate mask of rage, voice cracking angrily, breaking the tableau. Almost as one, the crows drew hand up, every one holding weapons, pointed at him. Grim determination settled across the boy’s face, and he hunched his shoulders back into the cape he was wearing, the pretty still safe in his hand.
The other crows were moving towards him slowly now, spreading out to cover the sides. His way out would be forwards, but they would think it would be to the back. There was no need to think on it, the knowledge was already there, curving with crystalline perfection into his mind. They would think him to do this, so he would do that and that… and break free.
A sudden shout, from above, a different voice, panicked, rising at the end with terror (for him?) and making the first sense he knew.
The boy looked up, seeing desperate gold eyes, blond hair in disarray, hand clenched white around metal, hearing one word that made sense.
“KID!”
Kid smiled beatifically, panic ebbing into calm, face upraised, eyes locking with the man above him. Everything was simple now, even as the crows moved into chaos, some still pointing at him, others pointing at the man. The ground creaked and shook under him, white still falling from the sky. Everything was as simple as a pair of gold eyes, locked with his. Still smiling, he fell forwards into darkness uncaring, shrieks of wounded crows following him into the black.
Comments are, as always, love~ ♥