Fanfiction
Title: Crimson Rose
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Characters: Kaito Kuroba, Aoko Nakamori, Ginzo Nakamori
Rating: R
Warnings: Character Death
It happened so fast.
Kaito was walking backwards in front of Aoko, teasing gently and talking to his friend -maybe something more- He plays the part of the fool, occasionally falling backwards into a flip, bouncing upright with catlike grace. He is laughing and happy as he slips sideways to walk next to her instead of in front and-
The bullet hits her instead of him.
Red all over her shirt, spreading like a pretty red flower and his hands are shaking and covered in blood and she’s not answering him. He reaches over with trembling hands to cup her face and pull her into his lap, blank blue eyes staring at the sky, soft pretty mouth open in a little ‘o’ of surprise.
People are screaming as Kaito’s blood-slippery hands reach for a pulse and find nothing.
She’s really dead. No pulse, no beat, no more, no more. No possibility of stealing prettysoftsweet kisses from those perfect pink lips - a dream, a hope, a wish, no more, dear heart, no more.
Kaito thinks of stealing a kiss now - her first and last - but that is the thief’s territory and he has to protect her - can’t put her in-
Put her in danger?
There is nobody left to protect.
So Kaito leans in and kisses her anyway - a last kiss from a drowning man to a drownded girl - then holds her tight and looks blank over her shoulder, Poker Face up because he knows they know how much they’ve hurt him - she took a bullet meant for him - but he’ll be damned if he lets them see his grief and pain.
Damned if he’ll let them know how much he hurts.
…
There is a hand on his shoulder, firm and tugging gently and Kid looks up angrily and snarls-
Nakamori-keibu looks lost and broken and Kid’s - Kaito’s - anger falls and he shuffles his legs and arms so that the man can take his daughter, lying beautiful and broken like an abandoned doll, head lolling back against the man’s arms as he moves her to a stretcher.
Kaito shivers, blood clotting and cold against his skin now that her fading warmth is gone from his arms. Nakamori-keibu is talking to him and there is an anger deep in his mind that snarls and rages - killthemtheykilledhermakethembleedandscreamandcryandHURT- but he pushes it down, stares blankly at the sheet that covers Aoko and wishes he could cry.
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Characters: Kaito Kuroba, Aoko Nakamori, Ginzo Nakamori
Rating: R
Warnings: Character Death
It happened so fast.
Kaito was walking backwards in front of Aoko, teasing gently and talking to his friend -maybe something more- He plays the part of the fool, occasionally falling backwards into a flip, bouncing upright with catlike grace. He is laughing and happy as he slips sideways to walk next to her instead of in front and-
The bullet hits her instead of him.
Red all over her shirt, spreading like a pretty red flower and his hands are shaking and covered in blood and she’s not answering him. He reaches over with trembling hands to cup her face and pull her into his lap, blank blue eyes staring at the sky, soft pretty mouth open in a little ‘o’ of surprise.
People are screaming as Kaito’s blood-slippery hands reach for a pulse and find nothing.
She’s really dead. No pulse, no beat, no more, no more. No possibility of stealing prettysoftsweet kisses from those perfect pink lips - a dream, a hope, a wish, no more, dear heart, no more.
Kaito thinks of stealing a kiss now - her first and last - but that is the thief’s territory and he has to protect her - can’t put her in-
Put her in danger?
There is nobody left to protect.
So Kaito leans in and kisses her anyway - a last kiss from a drowning man to a drownded girl - then holds her tight and looks blank over her shoulder, Poker Face up because he knows they know how much they’ve hurt him - she took a bullet meant for him - but he’ll be damned if he lets them see his grief and pain.
Damned if he’ll let them know how much he hurts.
…
There is a hand on his shoulder, firm and tugging gently and Kid looks up angrily and snarls-
Nakamori-keibu looks lost and broken and Kid’s - Kaito’s - anger falls and he shuffles his legs and arms so that the man can take his daughter, lying beautiful and broken like an abandoned doll, head lolling back against the man’s arms as he moves her to a stretcher.
Kaito shivers, blood clotting and cold against his skin now that her fading warmth is gone from his arms. Nakamori-keibu is talking to him and there is an anger deep in his mind that snarls and rages - killthemtheykilledhermakethembleedandscreamandcryandHURT- but he pushes it down, stares blankly at the sheet that covers Aoko and wishes he could cry.