A/N: Written for this year's DC Kink Meme, which I must advertise, because it could ALWAYS use more writer anons. Located here - dc-yaoi[dot]livejournal[dot]com/100349[dot]html
Total crackfest. Genfic, anon requested Hakuba cosplaying as Tuxedo Mask of Sailor Moon fame. *grin*
The wind billowed, and the familiar sound of cloth ripping around in the air was more incongruous than normal. Namely, because it was in stereo sound. Kid stared intently, one finger propped at his chin. Saguru wasn't as good at hiding his reactions, so a small sliver of sweat could be seen trickling down the side of his face. It was now or never, a battle of good versus evil. He had to take out an insane man with insanity. Made perfect sense.
"I must admit, Tantei-san, I am a bit stumped." The finger on his chin tapped in punctuation.
Saguru grinned. A minor victory. "Foul creature! You are the evil that will fall tonight, Kaitou Kid!" He brandished a rose in his hand, holding it at ready. He'd practiced, but the flimsy nature of flowers just would not do what they were supposed to. He figured if he threatened, that would be good enough. Besides, he had a cane in his other hand. That would work just as well.
Kid looked completely unmoved. Another tap at his chin. "You've got the stiff, stick-up-the-ass, self-righteous attitude down pat. I'm impressed; you could make a pretty convincing stand-in. But something is missing." He titled his head, completely ignoring Saguru's taunting.
No, he couldn't frown now. The great Tuxedo Kamen did not frown. This experiment was proving useful, at least. It was giving him more insight into Kid's mind than he was expecting. Pulling him off guard was just a perk. He hadn't practiced all those humiliating hours in front of the mirror for nothing. "Stand down, Kid. Tonight you will be cleansed of your sins, and brought to justice!"
Kid smacked a fist into his other palm. "I got it!" He reached up, grin wide and cutting in the darkness. It couldn't mean anything good. His hand reached up and he snapped his fingers. Smoke suddenly blinded Saguru, and he flailed, tossing the rose in his hand towards Kid as best he could. It fell about two feet from Saguru's shoes, not even making a noise loud enough to be heard. Hopping backwards, he raised the cane up, rapidly blinking and trying to regain his vision. He was rather glad for the mask at that point, since it seemed to protect his eyes somewhat. Surprisingly, Kid was still standing where he was earlier.
A light clap, and that grin widened. "There we go. Lavender hair for the wannabe prince." Saguru flinched, one hand reaching up to his head. Wait, Tuxedo Kamen did not lose his cool like that. He tightened his grip on the cane, trying to fall back into his practiced pose.
Well, it was now or never. Saguru charged forward, taking long gazelle leaps, knee raised. It was harder than he was expecting. Maybe it didn't help a person run faster after all. Kid flipped backwards, grin wide on his face, and balancing on the edge of the roof.
"Sorry, Tantei-san, but I'm afraid that is enough for tonight." He swished, smoke obscuring him for a moment, before re-emerging in the shortest skirt he'd even seen. A blush crawled up his cheeks, because he could clearly see Kid was a male from his low angle. With how good of a disguise artist Kid was, that was probably on purpose. He raised one knee up in a coy pose, hand raised up to his forehead in that signature posture, smirk stretching from ear to ear. "This Moonlight Senshi has to go save the world, and everything. Otherwise," and his voice fell low and suggestive. "In the name of the moon, I'll have to punish you." With a mock salute, he leaned back, and fell over the edge.
Saguru rushed forward, leaning forward with a growl. He could see the shrinking silhouette of Kid's glider as he flew away. Sighing, he flipped the hair from his eyes. Okay, so Tuxedo Kamen was not as effective as he thought it would be. Not a problem, he could just try someone else. Endymion, maybe? Kid had been affected this time, just not enough. He turned on his heel, making his way back to the roof entrance, and already plotting his next plan. Yes, maybe Endymion would be better. He ignored the incredulous stares as he made his way down the stairs. As if they could possibly understand Kid's insanity.