Pairings: ... considering he's seven right now, I'll have to say that I'll get back to you on that. Any request pairings for the future will be taken under advisement though.
Warnings: Toichi's death. A stark, unromanticised (what do you mean that's not a word? don't listen to my spell check, it thought laving wasn't a word either.) portrayal of the Fae. THIS ISN'T TINKERBELL FOLKS.
A/N: This is a multiparter that will span the length of the Harry Potter series and most of the Magic Kaitou one as well (during the holidays). I honestly have no idea why I started this thing except that Harry Potter always lends itself well to crossovers and the fact that I'm weak to them. I've got a few scenes plotted out, and a few points that I'd like to make, but otherwise I'm just running free with it, so any thoughts or suggestions are totally welcome. Please let me know how I'm doing~
Security
Kaito began to hear the whispers shortly after his father's death.
It was an eerie, layered sort of hiss – neither male nor female – cruel and loving at the same time, promising him the world and then threatening to end it. He couldn't sleep at night. He grew anxious if he didn't have a wall to his back, avoided rooms with mirrors because he saw shadowy figures, trapped and snarling beneath the glass, and when they opened their shapeless mouths the whispers turned to screams.
His mother found him curled up beneath his bed, shaking like a leaf and tears dried upon his cheeks. It was the first time he had cried since his father's death.
The voices grew slightly hushed when she wrapped her arms around him.
And here is where Kaito faced a dilemma. Whereas his emotionally vulnerable, seven year old mind felt entirely justified with the idea of clinging to his mother's side like a limpet for all of eternity, the cold, logical side of him that had been subtly coached by his father ever since he was big enough to palm a coin understood that this was an impossible vision.
"You're special Kaito." His mom said, cupping his face with her hands and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You and your father both." And then she took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom, sat him on her bed and dug a small wooden box from her dresser drawer. She set it on his lap and brushed the hair out of his eyes with the back of her hand.
He opened it. "What's it for?" He said, pulling out a necklace made of finely crafted silver and iron. The whispers stopped completely as soon as he touched it.
She took it from his hands, placed it gently around his neck. "It's your security Kaito." She said, and kissed him again on the forehead. "Don't ever take it off unless I tell you to, do you understand?"
Kaito understood.
He didn't take the necklace off again until he was eleven years old.
