This has the potential to become a fic, once I pen the plan.
Disclaimer: Detective Conan, Magic Kaito. Gosho Aoyama pwnz dem.
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-10 Trials: Kaito-
hattergems
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He slowly untangled his long fingers from her silky hair and tasted her one last time before he pulled away from their deep kiss. A shiver of confusion ran down her body at his retreat.
"Kaito?"
He opened his eyes with a smile and drew closer again, this time to whisper in her ear—a little out of breath, but smiling, smiling all the same.
"I don't love you, Aoko."
Stunned, she staggered backwards as if he had reached out and struck her. What? What? The cold smile curling his lips didn't as much as twitch. Her eyes widened, and in the back of her mind she felt the world drop, shatter, swirl onto itself—and she found she just couldn't breathe anymore. H-he wasn't joking, no, no he really wasn't. Oh no, no. Her heart clenched and unclenched hard as she took another stumbling step away from the sickening wrongness that was him. She didn't—didn't know this person; this was not him, not her Kaito. Her blood pounded in her ears—she was deaf to everything but the cool words he had just uttered. Words no one would ever think him of saying.
But there they were, still hanging in the air between them, making her edge away more and more from him in confusion as she understood them.
... I don't love you, Aoko ...
No, one more look, she needed just one more, because there was no way he could've meant what he said, because she didn't believe it, because—
She looked and saw.
—Blue-violet eyes and a smile bleeding spiteful laughter.
Sharp, sharp breathless anguish and revulsion coursed through her and suddenly she couldn't stand the sight of his familiar face any longer. She turned fast and ran, tears streaming, his words shredding her apart from the inside like poisoned blades.
As he watched her go, he leaned against the wall nonchalantly. He pulled out a deck of cards and fanned them out to study, as if all thoughts of Aoko had left his mind as soon as she had fled from his sight. His smile never wavered.
With him, illusions were all that ever were.
He thumbed the ace of spades wistfully.
She really should have known.
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Prompt: #8. Heartless
*comes up for air* Okay, now that's over …
— hatter/gems
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