Mikau: Hello there and welcome to Fugue in D Minor! Thanks so much for joining me. Okay, about the title, I decided I wanted to be artsy, so I'm writing a fugue…in story format! (I'm sure Wikipedia has some article on fugues, if you're not familiar.) This is the exposition in which the subject is introduced and expounded upon a little. Next will be an episode in Kaito's point of view which will take some elements from the exposition and delve a little deeper, providing a transition into the development. In the development, I'll work on some themes introduced in the exposition, developing them a little more. After that, I'm planning on another episode in Kaito's perspective in which I elaborate on some things brought up in the development, and then I'll close out with the recapitulation, bringing things full circle and tying them up all nice and pretty. That's the plan anyway. I have a feeling it won't turn out to be a true fugue because of the lack of incessant repetition, but I do plan on having certain themes and elements repeat, and I hope to develop the story in the style of a fugue, so we'll just see what happens. P.S: I'm writing in the key of D minor just because I think D minor is pretty. If you want to hear a real fugue, go listen to Bach's Little Fugue in G Minor. Gorgeous.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, the anime of Magic Kaito would have followed the manga more closely. I can appreciate what they're doing with the whole Spider thing, but…still. Plus, I really want them to do an episode with Robo-Kaito. Who doesn't love Robo-Kaito?
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Exposition
Hakuba Saguru's head hurt. A lot. And he knew precisely why.
The previous night at the party he'd been forced to attend, the other officers, most notably Nakamori-keibu, had insisted that he drink in celebration of their latest "victory" over Kid.
While he had sampled various wines and other alcoholic beverages in England at his mother's parties, seventeen year-old Saguru was no match for the hardened drinking machines that were the Division Two Kaitou Kid Taskforce officers.
And so now his head hurt, and the light from the window was shining in and hitting him in the face like an anvil. Not yet ready to crawl out of bed and into the shower, Saguru slowly rolled over on his left to escape the sunbeams. What he found to his left horrified him.
Kuroba Kaito was sleeping in his bed, curled up like a kitten around Hakuba's secondary pillow.
Saguru had to bite his tongue to hold in the scream while he searched his fragmented memories for any other explanation as to why the Kaitou Kid was in his bed naked.
Saguru did a quick inventory of his own attire and found himself in possession of his undershirt hanging off of one arm, his boxers down around his left ankle, and not much else.
Well. Bloody fantastic.
"Kuroba," Hakuba barked savagely, recoiling slightly at the sound of his own voice. He shook the other teen until the brunette was finally roused from sleep.
Kuroba rolled over and stretched out before coming over onto his other side and throwing a leg up possessively around Hakuba's hips.
The detective's face turned cherry tomato red, and he shoved the magician off. "What the hell, Kuroba?! What is the meaning of this?! Why are you in my bed!?"
The thief curled up like a pill bug at the harsh sound and gave a disoriented groan. "Ya put me here," (is at least what Hakuba suspected that his classmate had meant to say. Kuroba still seemed to be drunk, so the words were slurring together a great deal.) "After the bar. Dun no why. Said ya loved me, 'n then…" Kuroba half-heartedly lolled his head from side to side to indicate his ignorance. "Hurts."
"I…forced you to come here?" Hakuba gulped, just now noticing the bruising on his rival's upper arms, neck, and thighs.
"Un." Kuroba tried once again to hook his leg over Saguru's.
"Kuroba…I…I'm so sorry," the detective whispered, evading the magician's touch.
"Uun," Kuroba disagreed. "Like it rough. You said…love me, so…" The great thief settled for scooting closer and resting his head up against but not on Saguru's shoulder.
"Kuroba, you're still drunk. We'll discuss this later, after you're feeling better," Saguru assured, getting up and retreating to the bathroom to shower.
"Feel fine," Kuroba protested.
It wasn't until a few hours later that the alcohol seemed to have worn off for the most part. Kuroba sat up and stretched a little, lazily looking around for the blonde. Once he'd spotted his target, a satisfied half-smirk graced Kuroba's face. "Hey. Mornin'."
Saguru frowned. "Kuroba…do you remember much of what happened last night?"
"Yeah." The magician shrugged, seemingly perfectly comfortable sitting there nude in front of the man that was trying to put him behind bars. "I came with Aoko to make sure old man Nakamori got home safe, but we didn't know you'd be there too, so Aoko left me with you, but you kind of got me drunk too. I guess I'm a real lightweight. I only had a few drinks, but I'm pretty sure I was waaaay worse off than you. Might be because I'm smaller, alcohol affects me more?"
"That's probably so." Hakuba chewed on his lip nervously and got up from his desk across the room to come closer to Kuroba. "Do you remember what happened after that?"
"Sorta." Kuroba shrugged nonchalantly. "I told you it was time to go home, so you took me home. I didn't think much of it until you started getting handsy. You pushed me down and started taking off my clothes, and I think I might have said no or something, but then you started telling me how you were in love with me, and…yeah…is that how you remember it, or am I forgetting something? Why the test, Saguru?"
Hakuba felt physically ill. "Oh, Kuroba…I'm so, so terribly sorry."
Kuroba raised a shoulder and quickly dropped it. "What? For hurting me? Saguru, it's bound to hurt the first time. Don't worry about it. It didn't hurt too bad, and it'll only get more comfortable with practice. "
"Kuroba…"
"Call me 'Kaito'," the battered boy urged.
The detective pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed. "Kuroba, I don't know what I said to you in order to get you to submit to…to that, but I can assure you that I am not in love with you. I'm sorry. I know there is no way for me to make this up to you, but please know that I am truly sorry and utterly appalled at my own behavior."
The indigo-eyed boy stared in confusion at his classmate, as if waiting for the other boy to say something else. Finally Kuroba muttered, "That's not really funny, Saguru."
"Kuroba, I'm not joking," Hakuba whispered.
The magician blinked slowly. "Saguru," he growled. "That's NOT funny."
"I assure you I am not joking. I was drunk. I don't remember anything between…about midnight last night and when I woke up this morning. Whatever I said to you, Kuroba, whatever I did to you, I do not remember it and I did not mean it and I am incredibly sorry. I do not love you, and I do not wish to be involved romantically with you." Hakuba sighed and looked pleadingly at the pitiable creature in his bed. "I am sorry, Kuroba."
Kuroba returned the pleading look, but only for a moment before his face hardened into the sour expression the teen normally wore when dealing with the detective.
"Fine," Kuroba snorted, standing and collecting his torn clothing.
The shirt had been ripped in several places, and it no longer had buttons, but Kuroba put it on anyway with as much dignity as he could muster as he tried his hardest not to flinch as he moved.
His entire body was sore, and he limped as he walked away.
Saguru stood to follow. He wasn't sure exactly what he planned on doing, but he knew he had to do something. A gentleman simply didn't…ravish someone and then leave them to tend to themselves.
Kuroba, however, was not interested in being cared for or comforted.
"Leave me alone," he hissed in a way that told Saguru that it was in the detective's best interests to give the moonlighting thief some space or suffer bodily harm.
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Kuroba was back in school the day after next, but Saguru could tell that the magician was still achy. He virtually ignored Aoko-kun and failed to attempt any kind of class disruption the entire day.
When the time came for PE and they were changing in the boys' locker room, Saguru couldn't help but notice the ugly purple and blue bruises marring Kuroba's arms and legs. Worse, their other classmates noticed as well.
"God, what happened to you, Kuroba?" Takahashi snorted when he caught sight of the marks.
The magician turned and pointed at Saguru, an impassive expression set into his face. "He got me drunk and raped me."
The entire locker room burst out in hushed whispers, gasps, and exclamations of disgust and disbelief.
And then Kaito laughed. "Sorry. That joke was kind of in bad taste, wasn't it?" He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck where hickeys were still visible. "No. I kind of ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time and tangoed with the wrong people. You should have seen the other guys, though."
A few of the guys surrounding Kaito broke into nervous laughter. Some of them bought the story, sighing in relief, while others still seemed unsure, turning to mutter to each other in quiet confusion.
Kuroba quickly changed and left ahead of everyone else, but, strangely enough, was not present for gym class or the remaining two classes of the day, for that matter.
After school let out, Saguru made his way to the nurse's office to check for the missing teen. He found Kuroba sound asleep on the cot by the window and quietly approached.
"Kuroba?" he whispered, not wanting to startle the boy if he were lying there awake, but also not wanting to disturb Kuroba if he were indeed asleep.
Kaito remained motionless on the bed, unaware of the detective slowly drawing near.
Saguru stood at the bedside for a minute, debating his next move. Before he could make up his mind, Kuroba stirred slightly, rolling over onto his back, drawing the blonde's attention to the still slumbering teen.
Truthfully, Kuroba looked rather serene as he slept. Saguru could see that he had a handsome face now that it wasn't contorted in some snarl or hiss or glare. Kuroba was actually fairly attractive now that Saguru really looked. His skin was a healthy peach color which darkened around his mouth into a rosy pink on his soft-looking lips…and into a sick-looking purple-blue-green on his neck where Saguru had undoubtedly used the other teen as a chew toy.
Saguru sighed, feeling absolutely wretched and vile, as he reached out to tuck the strand of hair that had fallen in Kaito's face behind the magician's ear.
It was at that moment when Kuroba's plum-colored eyes slowly slid open.
He blinked, remaining still for a moment until his surroundings could register. At seeing Saguru's hand stretched out towards him, the magician jumped, sitting up and scrambling away from Hakuba, accidentally tumbling off of the bed.
"Ow…" he hissed as he slowly pulled himself to his feet, keeping the bed between them.
"Kuroba! Are you quite alright?" Saguru floundered, making a move to come around to his classmate.
"Stay back," Kaito snapped, crossing his arms…or rather holding himself for protection. "Geez. What the hell, Hakuba? What? You come in here 'cause you decided you want another go at me? Sneak up on me while I'm sleeping? Forgo the alcohol and just straight up rape me this time?"
"Kuroba…" Saguru whispered, holding his hands up at chest level to try to calm the other teen. "Kuroba, I mean no harm. I simply…I'm concerned about you."
"Oh? Mr. Rapist is concerned about his victim? I bet," Kaito literally spat at the detective. "The only thing you're concerned about is keeping my mouth shut. You're worried about the scandal it'll cause when people find out what the Superintendent's son did, not me. I'm sure Daddy'll make this all go away for you, though. Isn't that always how it works?"
"Kuroba, my own wellbeing is not really of much concern right now. I am worried about you," Saguru stressed, wiping the spit from his cheek with the back of his hand. "I am aware I've done indelible harm to you, but I wish to somehow…I don't know. There is no making up for what I've done. I suppose I only wish to take responsibility for my actions and care for you."
Kaito blinked, the fierce look slowly melting off of his face and turning into confusion. "Care for me?"
"Yes," Saguru confirmed, looking the older teen straight in the eye. "If you were female, I would offer to marry you, but since that is not possible in Japan, I wish to fulfill that role for you in whatever way I possibly can. Until death do us part, I am at your service."
"You…you're saying you're going to be my boyfriend?" Kaito's brow was quickly furrowing. "But…you don't have feelings for me. You said so the other day that you didn't love me. Has that suddenly changed?"
Saguru's eyes widened and he gulped, blushing as he looked at the brunette. "I…" There was a high probability that Saguru was attracted to Kuroba. After all, in his inebriated state, when all of his barriers were down, he had gladly slept with the other male. If he were being honest, he'd have to admit that there had to be something there, but did he love Kuroba? "No. No, Kuroba. You're very attractive, but I do not love you. It is my duty to provide for you."
"You think I want your pity?" Kaito whispered, fingers turning white as he gripped the side of the bed. "You think I want you to spend the rest of your life with me just because it's your duty? You think I want to play pretend with you and be in a loveless relationship my whole life?"
Saguru frowned. He hadn't intended for the magician to take it that way at all. "Kuroba…I…"
"Screw you!" Kaito snarled, shoving the bed so that it nailed Hakuba square in the gut, knocking the detective over in incredible pain.
"Bastard," Kaito hissed as he walked away, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall.
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That night Saguru had a hard time sleeping. His memories of his night with Kuroba were coming back as he tossed and turned in the bed that they had shared. He was only half awake, and the memories were mixed into his dreams, so he couldn't be entirely sure what had really happened and what was simple fantasy, but the images were vivid.
Kuroba with half-lidded, violet eyes, hazy, but filled with lust. "Saguru!" he had gasped and moaned weakly as Hakuba had pummeled him into the mattress. Kuroba had positively writhed beneath him, twisting and arching his back, all the while repeating, "Saguru…Sa…guru…" like a chant until the words no longer held meaning.
And then, afterwards, with sweat collecting in beads from his brow down his torso and tears from the pain pooling in the corners of his eyes, Kuroba had looked up at him and smiled, whispering, "I love you."
To which Saguru had pledged his undying devotion and then covered the upper half of Kuroba's body in love bites.
Saguru sighed, rolling over onto his stomach so that he could bang his head against his pillow. Why was he such an idiot? Why had he forced himself on the magician-thief in the first place, and then why had he forgotten how mind-blowingly good it had been? Why hadn't he noticed that Kuroba was attractive before, and why hadn't he just manned up right then and there the morning it had happened and offered to take responsibility and care for Kuroba then? Why hadn't he just lied and said that he loved Kuroba? Why had he gone and gotten himself into such a mess?
Now Kuroba was hurt on so many different levels and Saguru was disgusted and disappointed in himself.
He tried to tell himself that he had been afraid. How could he—Detective Hakuba, the Superintendent of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police's son—be with the international jewel thief he was chasing? A criminal! Another man! When he'd woken up that morning and found Kuroba beside him, he'd been afraid for his reputation, yes, but, truthfully, he'd been more afraid of the change in their relationship dynamic. He wanted things to stay the way they had been between the two of them.
They'd fallen into a pattern together. They would tease and prank and press and antagonize just to the other's boiling point, and then they would back off. It was a delicate game of tug-o-war, and Saguru had found it thrilling. He'd been afraid of what a romantic relationship would mean for their rivalry…their unique brand of friendship.
But change had come anyway. There was no more playful teasing, no games, and no sport. Kuroba's smug attitude and smirks had frozen over and become death glares, filled with poison darts and unbridled hate. Kuroba's whole demeanor had become icy. Kuroba no longer considered Saguru a friendly rival. The detective was marked as an enemy.
Saguru had been scared of change, of commitment, and even of Kuroba Kaito himself, and he had lost the closest thing he had to a friend because of that fear.
He wished he had known. Before he opened his mouth and stupidly hurt the magician by renouncing all feelings for the brunette, he wished he had known that Kuroba hadn't simply ended up in his bed out of indifference to the idea. He wished he had known that Kuroba Kaito was in love with him.
Maybe then he would have thought through the situation more. Maybe then he would have given a relationship with the other teen a shot. Maybe then he could have saved their friendship.
But Saguru had panicked and pushed Kaito away, and now he was paying the price for it.
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Mikau: (It's an evil grin!) And that's chapter one. Hopefully you enjoyed it. I know I'm being mean to poor Kaito, but…I get the impression that you guys like that. And it'll get worse before it gets better. I feel like I should insert an evil laugh there. (Bwahaha!) No, but I hope you liked it. Please drop me a review and let me know what you thought. I'm always so grateful for your feedback. Knowing what was good/bad/funny/lame always helps me to improve my work. It's hard to write for you guys, if I don't know what you like, so please send in your thoughts. And, as always, thanks for reading guys! Take care!