Title: Something Wicked This Way Comes Drabble 1 (A Fleeting Encounter)
Rating: T
Pairing: KaiShin (hints)
Summary: Kaito gets delayed on his way to meet Aoko and Hakuba...by the typical dead body that gets attracted by his familiar.
Daisuke: So here's our first drabble. It's a little late, due to delaying circumstances (including the decision of a title on the main story) and my heading off to college while Angel is still stuck a senior. Her drabble (written only a few hours ago) will be posted immediately afterward, and will hopefully distract you from a few things that may cause you to kill me after this one -shifty eyes-. Anyway, detail notes at the bottom.
Kaito could only stare blankly at the dead body that lay on the ground before him before turning to the small, pink raven on his shoulder. "Can you go ANYWHERE without this happening to you? Really? ANYWHERE?" The raven only gave him a blank look as he spoke into his anchor's mind.
Not really. Now if you don't duck into the alley now, I won't have a chance to join you and divert the attention of the police. Or would you rather I let you handle the murder?
Point taken. Kaito ducked into the nearest dark alley and covered his eyes as a bright light filled the area. "I have GOT to get a pair of sunglasses for this, I swear."
The figure now standing next to him just shrugged his shoulders, apparently unaffected by his twin's annoyance. "Not my fault. Comes with the territory."
"Right, I gotta remember that sometime." The two exited the alley and walked back over to the body, Shinichi examining it carefully as a small crowd grew and the police began to arrive. Megure greeted them enthusiastically (leaving Kaito in Shinichi's general vicinity since he seemed to cause the least amount of problems and was usually more out of the way the closer he was to the other teen), and began questioning Shinichi for clues.
"This one seems to be rather sloppy. The bullet wound was obviously the cause of death, but he couldn't have been dead long before falling, by my deductions, out of that fourth story window. It seems he was having some sort of dispute, too, because his clothing is rather rumpled..." Kaito tuned out his familiar's deductions with the ease of practice, and began passively observing the crowd.
Someone in particular caught his eye, however, and on closer inspection the thief could make out the telltale signs of a mask on the person's face. Pretending to ignore the person, Kaito surreptitiously observed what else he could about the person's body. 'Hm. Female, by the curve of the chest and the extra stuffing in the waist. Hard to tell anything else from this distance, but not quite sure what to do about it.'
Kaito simply kept an eye on the disguised person until Shinichi was finished (rather sooner than normal) with the police, at which point the anchor turned to the detective to tell him about the person. He turned only for a moment, but the second he turned back, she was gone.
"Kaito? What's wrong?" Shinichi could see the odd look on his anchor's face and was rather concerned.
"Oh...nothing. I just thought I saw something, is all. You made sure to keep out of the papers again?" Kaito pulled up his mild Poker Face for the moment, though he knew he couldn't really hide anything from his familiar, he could at least delay his thought's discovery until they got somewhere a bit more secure.
"Yeah, don't worry about that. We should be heading off now, right? Didn't you promise Aoko to be there in about ten minutes?"
At the reminder, Kaito made a panicked glance at his watch. "Oh, shit! She's gonna kill me! Let's get going, Shin-chan!" Kaito grabbed Shinichi's arm and promptly dragged him in the direction they'd been walking before, ducking into another alley only as a second thought.
"O-oi!" Shinichi tried to protest before sighing and changing midway down the alley and quickly fluttering to perch on Kaito's shoulder with as tight a grip as he could manage without hurting the boy.
The two quickly arrived at the small cafe where the magician had promised his childhood friend they would meet and entered, setting off the tinkling of the bell above the door. What awaited them was an irritated Aoko and a rather cold looking (read: pissed) Hakuba.
"Ah, sorry! Ran into a bit of trouble on the street, had to avoid several of my normal shortcuts." The new arrival laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head with the hand opposite his familiar's perch. The two at the table simply gave him exasperated glares before Kaito simply sat down and picked up a menu, looking for something for himself and something to get to feed to 'Shou' on his shoulder.
Kaito made small talk with himself for a while before giving in to the tension in the air. "All right, what have I done this time?"
Aoko huffed. "You forgot about our movie night last night. Hakuba-kun and I waited for you for three hours before giving up and watching without you."
Kaito flinched, a far more visible sign of regret than he was usually able to give. "Crap, I'm so sorry. Some things came up and I couldn't really get out of them long enough to call you and tell you I couldn't make it. By this morning, I'd completely forgotten. Oh, god I'm so sorry."
Hakuba seemed to observe his mannerisms for a moment before releasing the tension previously held in his posture and Aoko seemed to be mildly relieved that she hadn't been totally forgotten. "All right, but I expect some explanations as to what it is you had to do. I don't want any of those vague answers you give when you don't want to admit you forgot."
Kaito smiled, but it was almost obviously strained, and Hakuba made a mental note to corner the magician about it the next time they were alone. Unbeknownst to the blond detective, however, Shou noticed the half-Brit's stare. I think you're going to have to make some explanations soon Kaito. That kind of stare doesn't take no for an answer, and I'm pretty sure he's not going to care if it's not up to you to tell him. Almost imperceptibly, Kaito's grin twitched at the corner, the only sign of his fear and worry over the detective's presence.
Then I'll just have to do my best to deter him, won't I? There was only an answering snort that told him his familiar didn't totally believe it would work, but agreed it was necessary. Their fate now temporarily laid in the hands of one Hakuba Saguru.
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on one's perspective, one such situation where the three were alone in a convenient place happened rather quickly. Aoko had to go home to make sure her father ate, and Hakuba had offered to walk Kaito home to avoid any more undue...accidents. So they walked in silence, Kaito covering his nervousness as best he could without pulling out some sort of trick (mind you this meant the slightest of twitches and tremors, most of which only Shou could see or feel), and Hakuba simply remaining his stoic, slightly arrogant self.
Finally they arrived at Kaito's home, and Kaito decided he'd rather just get the confrontation over with, no matter the outcome. He invited the detective in for tea, mentioning in passing that his mother would be at work until that evening. Hakuba accepted the gesture, taking off his shoes in the doorway and making his way to the den, where Kaito had moved to perch Shou on his stand for the moment before going into the kitchen to make the offered tea.
Hakuba made a quick evaluation of the room and what little of the rest of the house could be seen from his seat. When Kaito came back in and placed the teacup in front of him, he politely took a sip before being entirely blunt and to the point. "Kuroba, what the hell is going on?"
Daisuke: Yeah, I'm evil. Anyway, this is a little glimpse of a story I started a little while ago. Yes, Shinichi is stuck with Kaito. Yes, he's hot pink when he's in his raven form (named 'Shou' because the word means 'to fly' and it's an actual name). And yes, he's living with Kaito and they have thus come across quite enough murder scenes together that Megure recognizes both of them. The story will (eventually) go under my own profile, but this seemed like a good start to a DC drabble set. I'm not sure whether this scene will go into the story as is or will be horribly mangled again before being properly set into whatever time it falls, but the scene IS inevitable, so it will go in somewhere. I might even be nice and have one of my future drabbles be a continuation. If it strikes my fancy. IF.