I don't know, but there might be a continuation of this scene. If so, it'll have no conclusion.
Disclaimer: Detective Conan, Magic Kaito. Gosho Aoyama pwnz dem.
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-10 Trials: Kaito-
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She pushed him back to the ground and tore open his white suit jacket and blue silk dress shirt viciously.
"Ojou-san," Kid gasped harshly at her touch. His smooth voice was thinned by pain and shock. There was no way he took just one hit.
"Quiet," Akako snapped. Helicopter floodlights seeped through the dense shadows, past the shelter of dark green leaves that concealed them. The night was rent with the screeching wail of sirens, flashing blue and red into their hideout, coming closer every second. The police beams flared through the trees for a moment to show both her hands glistening wetly, awash with his warm dark ruby blood. Heart's blood.
"Oh, Lucifer."
Kid gave a breathless chuckle, making the Scarlet Witch turn to look at him sharply. The magician's top hat was lost to reveal a familiar head of wild hair, but his monocle still clung in place, dangling clover charm strewn listlessly across the cool earth. Floodlights spilled over his shady features and she saw that his eyes were closed, eyelashes strangely stark against the snowy whiteness of his cheek. No, she would not let this be the last time she saw those beautiful indigo eyes.
Akako slapped Kid across the face soundly. "Look at me!" she snarled. When he obeyed, she felt her heart clench acutely. She had struck him like this once before. It was a Valentine's Day so long ago. Back then, he had only offered her an apathetic shrug. Tonight, Akako had him at last, but she could only wretchedly wish that it had been under very different circumstances as she stared desperately back, into those half-lidded pools of blue-purple.
"Well, you're feisty tonight, Miss Witch," Kid murmured tiredly. The words were right, but the tone made Akako's gut twist and she dearly hoped those were not tears in her eyes.
"I told you to shut up, Kid!" she cried fiercely and placed her shaking hands flat on his abdomen. Eyes tightly shut, she drew every last spark of magic from deep within her body and without, not knowing or even caring how bad the consequences and the pain were going to be, as long as he lived another day so she could gaze upon his white-clothed form laughing in the moonlight, bringing an earthly magic that she would never possess to everyone's hearts.
That night, she held his tousled head close and waited for the morrow to bring doves with white feathers stained deep crimson to the skies of Tokyo city.
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Prompt: #9. Blood
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