Note: This could take place before the previous 'Morose', or could not be related at all. Your call. They're being posted in the order they were written.
Morose #2:
The Kid is Caught.
By Icka! M. Chif
"Kaito is..." Aoko gripped Hakuba's sleeve, drawing his attention from the white shadow that the police force was escorting into a police car even as her wide eyes never strayed from it. "Hakuba-kun, Kaito is..."
Hakuba, completely un-ruffled by the turn of events, nodded. "Yes."
"But.. but... " She stammered, unable to find the words even as tears began to well up in her eyes. "He CAN'T be! Kaito can't BE the Kid!"
"He is."
"No!" She turned towards him, unmindful of the few tears that flew. "He can't be! Not Kaito!"
He rested his hands on her shoulders. "You know." It wasn't a question, just a simple statement of fact.
"No." Her lips and mind denied even as her mind did a traitorous hiss of 'Yes'. There was no one else who could have been the Kid other than Kaito. No one else was talented or special enough.
"You're angry." Another statement from the stoic boy.
She shook her head, trying to deny it as well. She was shocked, she terrified she was- "Yes."
"Then tell him." He gave her a small push towards the de-masked Phantom Thief, releasing her. "He needs to know."
Aoko wiped at her eyes. "But-"
He motioned with his head towards the other boy's direction, his eyes shut. He had known too, that Kaito was the Kid. It was hurting him too, the fact that his rival and possible friend had been taken down. But he couldn't show it. "I'll explain it to him." He promised.
Her tether snapped and she turned towards her long time friend. "YOU JERK!" She roared, even as tears flowed freely down her cheeks, bringing the thief to a halt. At the top of her lungs, she called him every vile, foul, descriptive and lewd name she could think from. Everything she had picked up from her father, to the station, from people on the streets and everywhere else. And when she ran out of names to call him, she began to make them up as she went along using everything from anatomical functions to postural impossibilities to toilet plungers.
Everyone paused to stare at the abrupt outburst from the petite wild haired girl. From the camera crews filming this monumental occasion to the by-standers watching to the police officers who were guarding the Kid, they all turned to stare at her sudden outpouring of emotion.
And through it all, Kaito's eyes never left hers, his violet eyes, more familiar to her than her own, wide and deer-like even as his the rest of his face betrayed. They shifted, the surprise vanishing into awe, to finally be replaced with a grateful fond look that was tinged with amusement.
Her voice cracked, becoming hoarse as she wound down, finishing off by kicking dirt in his general direction with a particularly foul epitaph. Silence reigned in the street except for her harsh breathing and the blood rushing in her ears, the air still.
Kaito nodded to her, a shallow bow, before climbing into the back of car. Time resumed again, he shooting her one last grateful look before the vehicle took off.
An arm wrapped around her shoulders, the solid presence of Hakuba a comforting presence at her side. She leaned against him, hiccupping even as the tears continue to flow un-abated down her cheers, one hand reaching up to tangle her fingers in his jacket. "Thank you." He whispered, soft regret and gratitude colouring his voice and she knew he was speaking for both himself and Kaito.
She shook her head, sniffing. "Why?" She asked, her voice already rough and scratchy from the shouting. Why were they both so grateful to her?
"He needed to know." He explained softly, his voice low and soft. "He needed to know you cared. And he needed to know that you'd be okay. And they-" He motioned to the photographers that were still snapping pictures "-needed to know that you weren't involved."
"Okay?" How was she going to be okay after this? Her best friend, Kaito, gone just like that. Left with fragile memories and illusive lies. A large part of her life ripped away even as her heart cracked and broke.
"Okay." He ran a hand through her hair, gentle and comforting. "He needed to know that... you'd move on. You'd continue to live your life, even if he'd hurt you. He never meant to, you know."
She nodded. Just as she'd never meant to hurt him either, with all her comments about the Kid. Hakuba pulled out his handkerchief, wiping off some of the tears running down her cheeks before handing it to her. "You'll be okay." Once more, it was a statement of fact instead of a question.
Aoko paused, then took the offered piece of fabric. "Yeah." It would hurt, but she could pick herself up from this and keep moving. She'd be okay.
And she'd beat the living snot out of him with her mop as soon as she got her hands on him.
-fin-
Okay, if you think I have ANY clue about what was going on here, boy have you got another thing coming!
This is loosely based off a beautiful Japanese fan art of sad Hakuba holding a crying Aoko, both of them looking at something off screen.
Morose #2:
The Kid is Caught.
By Icka! M. Chif
"Kaito is..." Aoko gripped Hakuba's sleeve, drawing his attention from the white shadow that the police force was escorting into a police car even as her wide eyes never strayed from it. "Hakuba-kun, Kaito is..."
Hakuba, completely un-ruffled by the turn of events, nodded. "Yes."
"But.. but... " She stammered, unable to find the words even as tears began to well up in her eyes. "He CAN'T be! Kaito can't BE the Kid!"
"He is."
"No!" She turned towards him, unmindful of the few tears that flew. "He can't be! Not Kaito!"
He rested his hands on her shoulders. "You know." It wasn't a question, just a simple statement of fact.
"No." Her lips and mind denied even as her mind did a traitorous hiss of 'Yes'. There was no one else who could have been the Kid other than Kaito. No one else was talented or special enough.
"You're angry." Another statement from the stoic boy.
She shook her head, trying to deny it as well. She was shocked, she terrified she was- "Yes."
"Then tell him." He gave her a small push towards the de-masked Phantom Thief, releasing her. "He needs to know."
Aoko wiped at her eyes. "But-"
He motioned with his head towards the other boy's direction, his eyes shut. He had known too, that Kaito was the Kid. It was hurting him too, the fact that his rival and possible friend had been taken down. But he couldn't show it. "I'll explain it to him." He promised.
Her tether snapped and she turned towards her long time friend. "YOU JERK!" She roared, even as tears flowed freely down her cheeks, bringing the thief to a halt. At the top of her lungs, she called him every vile, foul, descriptive and lewd name she could think from. Everything she had picked up from her father, to the station, from people on the streets and everywhere else. And when she ran out of names to call him, she began to make them up as she went along using everything from anatomical functions to postural impossibilities to toilet plungers.
Everyone paused to stare at the abrupt outburst from the petite wild haired girl. From the camera crews filming this monumental occasion to the by-standers watching to the police officers who were guarding the Kid, they all turned to stare at her sudden outpouring of emotion.
And through it all, Kaito's eyes never left hers, his violet eyes, more familiar to her than her own, wide and deer-like even as his the rest of his face betrayed. They shifted, the surprise vanishing into awe, to finally be replaced with a grateful fond look that was tinged with amusement.
Her voice cracked, becoming hoarse as she wound down, finishing off by kicking dirt in his general direction with a particularly foul epitaph. Silence reigned in the street except for her harsh breathing and the blood rushing in her ears, the air still.
Kaito nodded to her, a shallow bow, before climbing into the back of car. Time resumed again, he shooting her one last grateful look before the vehicle took off.
An arm wrapped around her shoulders, the solid presence of Hakuba a comforting presence at her side. She leaned against him, hiccupping even as the tears continue to flow un-abated down her cheers, one hand reaching up to tangle her fingers in his jacket. "Thank you." He whispered, soft regret and gratitude colouring his voice and she knew he was speaking for both himself and Kaito.
She shook her head, sniffing. "Why?" She asked, her voice already rough and scratchy from the shouting. Why were they both so grateful to her?
"He needed to know." He explained softly, his voice low and soft. "He needed to know you cared. And he needed to know that you'd be okay. And they-" He motioned to the photographers that were still snapping pictures "-needed to know that you weren't involved."
"Okay?" How was she going to be okay after this? Her best friend, Kaito, gone just like that. Left with fragile memories and illusive lies. A large part of her life ripped away even as her heart cracked and broke.
"Okay." He ran a hand through her hair, gentle and comforting. "He needed to know that... you'd move on. You'd continue to live your life, even if he'd hurt you. He never meant to, you know."
She nodded. Just as she'd never meant to hurt him either, with all her comments about the Kid. Hakuba pulled out his handkerchief, wiping off some of the tears running down her cheeks before handing it to her. "You'll be okay." Once more, it was a statement of fact instead of a question.
Aoko paused, then took the offered piece of fabric. "Yeah." It would hurt, but she could pick herself up from this and keep moving. She'd be okay.
And she'd beat the living snot out of him with her mop as soon as she got her hands on him.
-fin-
Okay, if you think I have ANY clue about what was going on here, boy have you got another thing coming!
This is loosely based off a beautiful Japanese fan art of sad Hakuba holding a crying Aoko, both of them looking at something off screen.
