"Memories of a Rose"
A Magic Kaito fic: by Magick Dreamweaver
A/N; Please forgive thee; I have no earthly idea as to what possessed my fingers to type this. I love Kaito x Aoko, but no worries, I'll try to persuade the voice inside my head to give it at least a somewhat happy ending, so don't kill me, a BIG twist to the usual, Oh yeah, this is my first posted fic! WHOOT! I've tried writing parts from Kaito's point of view and the, so give me some slack if it's a bit O.o.C., I really did try, but all I have to go on is basically what I've read about him through fanfiction, manga scans and other web sights. Nevertheless, he's still one of my favorite characters, so …enjoy the story
Oh yeah, almost forgot…
Disclaimer: I don't nor ever will own Magic Kaito or Detective Conan, legally, yet, I haven't said a thing about borrowing them for a really, really, long time without permission…. (Sees big lawyer men in dark glasses approaching) heh, just kidding…
prologue
What would you do when the worst that you thought could possible happen does? When you think you've got it all under control only to have the truth yanked from beneath you like a rug pulled out from under your once sturdy feet? When life's like a house of mirrors, being lost, never knowing what's real or illusion anymore…
Chapter 1 Mistakes
Roses, they say they can stand for just about anything. Love, happiness, friendship, etcetera, all depending upon the color...but when I look at the red blossom, when I see the thorns… well, to me it just resembles blood. You know the type that comes after a heavy battle, when the ground is covered in it and the crimson liquid seems more prevalent than water, yeah, that kind of blood.
It still haunts me, the memory that is, it should have been such a happy evening, even if it was to be my last, spending any time with my best friend/maybe even-more-than-that-but-not-yet-girlfriend, was a good time, but too often than not, I took it as well as so many other things for granted. I regret that now, how I should have relished every waking moment of it, of what we had…Whenever I look at that flower, at the delicate petals, whenever I think of her, I can't help but think of the last time…and the blood, her blood, soaking into the ground.
I, as a magician, should know about roses and what each one means, hell, I've been working with them for years. Then why is it, on that day, I decided to give her, Aoko Nakamori, a very special scarlet one, not the usual white I always keep for my audience and comrades? Maybe it was because my own poker face wouldn't let me tell her everything I wanted or the fact that I was scared, me a world class phantom thief who deals with black organizations, pint size detectives, and screaming fan-girls on a regular basis, afraid to tell one hot-tempered, mop-wielding, inspector's daughter just how I really felt. Heh, how courageous I was, just like any other normal eighteen year old guy, I suppose. Except, that's the problem, I'm not normal; there's nothing even slightly normal with me or my life anymore. I bet I wouldn't even know the word if Nakamori-keibu himself hit me with it wile being dressed up in my kaitou suite, top hat and all.
But, it doesn't really matter anymore, now that it's all over. Nothing matters. Those who I've spent my whole life trying to protect, keeping them in the dark, all of it has been nothing more than in petty vain. Yet, I suppose that you'll want to hear this from the beginning, right. Most likely your answer is yes, so that's where I'll start, three days ago, before my life decided to become some kind of freak roller coaster without the safety bars to hold on to.
It began just as any other typical heist would…
My act was set to begin sometime around midnight, but the good old 1412 squad was already there and waiting for me by nine thirty. All the well, the more people, the easier it makes my job; get in,(with a bit of disguise work of course) get out with the gem, hopefully find the Pandora, then if not, return the phony by some time next week. Yep, I had it down pat to a regular routine by now. All was well, except for the one diminutive minute little detail that I just so happened to look over, one in which broke my uttermost number one rule and cost me the most valuable treasure in my world. It was my own ego that started it really, and stupid me, didn't even think to check and see if I were being shadowed. Yes, it was one of them. I knew instantly, even before I turned around to meet his glare, the err…evilness... was radiating off him like some sort of sick stench.
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"So, thief, just where do you think you're going?"
The magician stopped as the cold medal of a gun came into contact with is head.
Kaitou froze. Guns, why of all things, do the bad guys always have to have guns…His mind immediately began to race, covering all his options, thinking as to how exactly to " get away and stop the bad guys without becoming target practice in the process." He could feel his grip tighten around an extra smoke bomb.
"I don't think you'll want to try anything 'special' on us KID, seeing as how we've got your precious treasure over there."
The man in black spoke with a seething, secure air, making loathing him that much easier. With the gun still pointed, he shoved Kaito towards the center of the hall, giving him a clear view as to everything going on. That's when he saw her, arms and legs bound and gagged, blood dripping from a deep gash on her face. Another one stood over her, holding that knife way too close to her throat. Aoko… the thought of her in danger made him sick, horribly, horribly, sick.
'God no' his mind screamed as he saw the utter fear in her panicked eyes.
In one swift move, the associate of Kaito's captor through a blow to Aoko's head, instantly rendering her unconscious.
"Don't worry, she's not dead…yet, but I figured there was no use in her being awake for the rest of this."
"Kill me if you want, jut let her go. She has nothing to do with you."
"And why would we do that, thief? I promise that if you cooperate with us, then I'll personally make her death is as quick and painless as possible."
The son of Toichi Kuroba pulled out his card gun, rapidly landing a hard punch to the criminal's stomach before firing. The cards landed infallibly in the hand holding the knife to Aoko, the man cursing aloud at the pain, but somehow managing to keep a hold of the weapon. Not pausing, the thief ran towards his sleeping friend, he felt as the tight hold of the other man, obviously recovered, grabbed his cape. Now rough hands clutched his neck, making it impossible to breathe, as more figures emerged from the shadows, how many were there now? Four? Five? No matter how much he fought, they just kept coming. And Kaito was sorry to say, that hand to hand combat was not his expertise. He would have vanished by now, letting the police handle it from here, if it wasn't for Aoko. No way in hell would he leave her there.
They all seemed to be engulfing him, placing a cloth over his mouth and nose, leaving him conscious but making the magician immobile. It felt as though his body went on strike against his brain. His muscles doing nothing he told them to do.
"Now, what did I tell you? It's such a pity, someone's going to have to get hurt."
"Please no…" he croaked, throat feeling as though it were on fire.
"Aoko!"
As the blast of the shot died down, Kaito's voice could be heard; his cry echoing thought the hall. He could feel his weakened poker face breaking, shattering into thousands upon thousands of hopeless pieces.
The bullet did not find a way into her head, instead imbedding itself just near the left shoulder. Her limp, almost ragged body fell to the floor by sheer force of impact. The wound began bleeding instantly, profuse amounts of the red liquid spilling out, immensely covering the girl and floor.
"Let that be your final warning. Now, where's the gem, you know which one I'm talking about."
"I-I don't know." Replied Kaito, desperately praying they'd believe him.
The man's answer came in the form of a mere snicker, "Okay, KID, be that way, what do I care. You have three days to recover the Pandora, failure to do so will result in termination of yourself, and any other ties to Kaito Kuroba. And to make sure you understand the gravity of this situation…"
Reaching into his pocket, the man in black pulled forth a small box, opening it; he bent down and slipped a pill into Aoko's mouth. "Last one of the batches leaves no trace of any poison in the body system what so ever. "
"NO…" yelled Kaito, before slipping into the delayed affect of unconsciousness.
"But boss, what about the err…occasional side affects?"
"One out of fifty doesn't count as usual. No, she'll be dead within an hour. Now come on, help me get rid of her body."
To be continued.
AN: Well, how was it? Sorry for the abrupt change in point of views, but I felt it needed it, so review and tell me what you think okay? I want to know wether I should keep it going or not. Thanks :)