I sat down to write a fic about Aoko getting shot and being in a coma and Kaito feeling guilty about it and finally spilling everything to Inspector Nakamori then joining forces with him to take down the BO, but this came out instead. I have no idea.
Disclaimer: I do not own Magic Kaito
What... what happened? Why am I here?
Was I knocked out? Or drugged?
The man behind me is holding my hair tightly. There's another one it front, dressed all in white. Kaito Kid.
There's noise... a gunshot. Then another, then another. Ripping through my body.
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They're crying. Why are they crying? I'm right here. Can't they see me?
Kaito looks so sad. The last time I had ever seen him look sad, his father had just died. Now he looks sad for me.
Out of everyone, I am most adept at reading the Poker Face. It says guilt.
Why?
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It's him again... the man who killed me. He's on the roof with Kaito Kid. They're arguing.
Kaito Kid pulls out a gun. Kaito Kid is strictly nonviolent, right? Why does he have a gun? Was it actually him that killed me?
One of them killed me. I'm not sure which.
I hate them both.
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Dad's running up the stairs. He's slower than usual. Does he miss me, I wonder?
He throws open the door to the roof. Kaito Kid is still pointing the gun at the other man. The man starts to pull something out of his pocket. Kaito Kid shoots him before he can.
Three times.
"Three for her," he says.
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Kaito Kid looks to Dad. There's no trace of the usual gaiety on what of his face is shown. He throws the gun to the ground. He pulls off the hat and monocle, revealing all.
"It's because of me.
"It's all my fault.
"Arrest me, please. And put an end to this charade."
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Kaito sits there alone. He looks so miserable. So utterly without hope.
I'm drawn to him. I reach out to touch him. And for the first time, my hand doesn't pass through.
He starts as he feels my ethereal hand touch his cheek. I lean foreward, going in for the kiss.
And just as I achieve what I had always wanted, I feel a tug, and I am gone.