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Happy New Year! My goal is to write more this year than I did in 2014. And to start it off welcome to Peppymint's Fanfiction Blitz, seven new posts for the first seven days of 2015. Hope you enjoy.
Terrors
Hakuba's legs trembled as he approached the sprawled out figure before him. This could not be happening. The thief was still, too still. The usually immaculate snow white suit stained crimson. The pieces of Kid's hang glider spread across the road in pieces. That the kaitou's latest prize lay carelessly a few feet from the magician's outstretched hand only brought home the seriousness of the situation.
Silently the detective prayed that this was just one of Kid's tricks. That the magician would jump up; throw a quick quip and his usual smirk before disappearing into the night. No one was supposed to get hurt. Wasn't that Kid's cardinal rule?
The blond sank to his knees, uncaring of the water, and other more questionable substances staining his clothing as he reached out to check Kid's pulse. There was nothing. Saguru pressed harder, more firmly. It made no difference. The thief was gone. Golden eyes blinked, fighting back tears. Slowly, he reached out to remove the thief's top hat, revealing Kid's face, a set of blank indigo eyes meeting his own in accusation.
"Noo!"
Gaze darting every which way, the detective struggled to control his breathing; pulse slowing as he realized where he was. A dream, he realized. It had only been a dream. Hakuba ran one hand shakily through his hair, resisting the urge to call Kuroba, or worse show up on his doorstep. Somehow he doubted the other teenager would appreciate a visit at 2:00 am.
Mechanically, the young man made his way to the kitchen, the familiar actions of preparing a pot of tea helping to calm his nerves. It would be easier, Hakuba reflected, if his dreams didn't have such a firm grounding in fact. His mind drifted back to the Kaitou Kid's last heist, only a few days before.
Kid had dropped and rolled almost faster than the detective could follow; the wall behind the thief exploding in a rain of splinters. The next day with Kuroba had almost been worse. His classmate had steadfastly denied that anything had even happened.
His fist clenched. For such a brilliant individual Kaito could be awfully stupid. Couldn't that moron see he was worried about him? Hakuba may have wanted to catch Kid, though to be honest was wasn't even sure about that any more. But he certainly didn't want him dead.
Saguru just wanted to know why. What was so important? What could possibly be worth risking one's life and freedom? Whatever is was, Kuroba had better have a damn good reason, otherwise he was going to chain Kaito in his bathtub for the rest of their lives.
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