Fix This Broken Boulevard
AN: Thought this up when I'd been colouring in the Knightmare story Omake for Magic Kaito. Remembered how in Ocianne's Promenade story there was a sort of epilogue and aftermath to the whole thing, but nothing I'd seen otherwise or even in canon after that night. After realising that the Promenade version wouldn't work out of Promenade, I came up with this.
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The morning after the Knightmare heist, a nightmare in more ways than just one, Hakuba Saguru went back to Ekoda High.
As expected, Kuroba was in his seat, head on desk, snoring. Shortly after he entered the room, Aoko-kun woke the sleeping magician up with a well-placed elbow. He could almost find it within himself feel sorry for the other at the startled yelp of pain before Kuroba had properly woken up.
The teacher hadn't arrived yet, it still being a few minutes until class actually began. Koizumi was likewise absent, in all probability aiming to amaze the rest of the male student population once more by being 'fashionably' late. . . again. One of her few failings, in Saguru's opinion, apart from that strange delusion she had about being a witch, no matter what Kuroba ad to say on the matter of magic.
And speaking of magic, Kuroba still had yet to perform even one magic trick.
He was getting strange looks from people other than himself and Aoko-kun, as well. Likely due to the fact that Kuroba was well known as a Kid fan – Kid's biggest fan, in fact – and there had been a death at the heist last night. It didn't help that Nakamori had bungled up the cause of death, either.
Saguru sighed. He hoped that this didn't end up with his looking a fool, for whatever reason.
Standing up, he walked over to Kuroba's desk. Leaned over ever so slightly.
"You know, he said clearly, "it's my opinion that Nakamori-keibu was wrong."
The entire class' attention was immediately on him, especially Aoko-kun's, since he was talking about her father.
"What're you going on about, Hakuba-kun?"
"The heist last night. I was there, remember? I simply thought that Kuroba-kun here," and here the thief twitched at the sound of his name, "would appreciate the fact that I don't believe the Kid the kind of person – thief or not – to willingly let anyone die on his watch."
At this, Kuroba didn't just twitch – he full out jerked his head upward, violet eyes widening in undisguised shock.
"But – I thought you were supposed to be chasing, uh, him."
One of Saguru's eyebrows rose.
"Catching and in the meantime chasing, yes. But I also would hope to think that I can make my own deductions on certain things as well."
Aoko-kun's mouth opened into a slight oh. That is, before she was dragged away against her will by Keiko-kun, who had just entered the room.
Immediately, Kuroba's eyes sharpened in a familiar way.
"All right, spill it. What was all that about, Hakuba?"
"Exactly what I said. If I'm right, then you did your best. There was nothing else you could have done, Kuroba."
For a moment neither said anything, Kuroba closing his eyes tight and looking away.
"I didn't do it," the magician said a last, looking back with his gaze intense – almost pleading, if Saguru could ever say he knew to recognise that kind of look on the other's face.
"I know," was all Saguru could say in reply before the bell for class rang and the teacher came in.
He couldn't understand, later on, why Koizumi kept shooting both himself and Kuroba strange looks throughout the day.
Perhaps there was something on his face. Or maybe Kuroba had turned his hair a strange and interesting colour again.
If he were being honest with himself, he would be able to say that he didn't understand.
If, however, he was being completely honest, he might just say that he wasn't sure that he wanted to understand, either.
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AN: I hope peoples like ^_^ It even includes tiny hints of Hakako...
The title refers to the two songs 'Fix You' by Coldplay and 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' by Green Day. I don't own the song, btw. Like it much, though.
I walk a lonely road/ The only one that I have ever known/ Don't know where it goes/ But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street/ On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams/ Where the city sleeps/ and I'm the only one and I walk alone
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me/ My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating/ Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me/ 'Til then I walk alone
I'm walking down the line/ That divides me somewhere in my mind/ On the border line/ Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines/ What's f***ed up and everything's alright/ Check my vital signs/ To know I'm still alive and I walk alone. . .
If anyone thinks I've just written out too many of the lyrics, or has a problem with me using them, tell me and I'll take some or all of them off. Don't just report me. I thought that they fitted for the fic, but I don't like putting lyrics into stories (it breaks up the flow).