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[Feb 02] [Magic Kaitou] Pandora
Title: Pandora
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Pairing: Kaito/Aoko
Day/Theme: Feb 02/ “That which feeds me destroys me.”
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Gosho’s just not this dark…
It was slowly eating him alive. Piece by piece, moment by moment, his task at hand was taking apart Kuroba Kaito and leaving instead the emotionless thief.
He was cut into pieces and those were scattered to the wind. All he could do was watch himself lower into a darkness he’d fought against. His mask became more firmly set, and his mind became more tied to the task at hand. His rules became more firmly set, and his need for revenge- to stop the killings- this became even more powerful than his need to destroy Pandora.
He lost them one after another.
First Jii. Than his mother. Even the Inspector.
He grew older and they left him. He replaced them with his work. He set his eyes to the task at hand and refused to look back. He kept Aoko a handbreadth away, and isolated himself completely.
It began to eat at him.
The need. The want. The passion. The desire turned to fear and the fear into something that made him jump at the slightest sound. His eyes became empty, and his heart started to harden. He never completely lost himself, but than he never realized that he’d even changed.
It wasn’t until they used Aoko as a hostage. It wasn’t until she was grabbed randomly out of the crowd of policemen and held at gun point, and when they taunted that the theif would watch her die before he risked killing him.
It wasn’t until he was faced with that bastard that he discovered something had shifted inside him.
He never hesitated with the trigger, even as he pointed it straight at the other man’s throat.
It wasn’t quick death. The man dropped the girl, and the card gun had never been made to kill. The metal disk had sliced his throat, but it was the fact that it collapsed his larynx and in the end the man had choked on his own blood while suffocating.
The thief moved only to pull the girl away from the dying man and hold her. She was sobbing into his jacket, and he knew that no one would ever hold the man’s death against him; however, it did nothing to ease the emptiness that flooded through him.
The pulled trigger finally did what even Pandora had been unable to do-
Destroy him.
And the thing that had so long kept him going, the passion that had reminded him he was still alive and he still had breath left in him, it withered inside of him as he felt his soul shatter.
As he held the remnants of another life in his life, he wondered if she even realized precisely what she’d cost him.
But then, perhaps he should have known she could have never been his salvation, for he knew full well that her death would killed him even more assuredly.
She was his Pandora, only this time around he wasn’t even left with hope to save him.
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Pairing: Kaito/Aoko
Day/Theme: Feb 02/ “That which feeds me destroys me.”
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Gosho’s just not this dark…
It was slowly eating him alive. Piece by piece, moment by moment, his task at hand was taking apart Kuroba Kaito and leaving instead the emotionless thief.
He was cut into pieces and those were scattered to the wind. All he could do was watch himself lower into a darkness he’d fought against. His mask became more firmly set, and his mind became more tied to the task at hand. His rules became more firmly set, and his need for revenge- to stop the killings- this became even more powerful than his need to destroy Pandora.
He lost them one after another.
First Jii. Than his mother. Even the Inspector.
He grew older and they left him. He replaced them with his work. He set his eyes to the task at hand and refused to look back. He kept Aoko a handbreadth away, and isolated himself completely.
It began to eat at him.
The need. The want. The passion. The desire turned to fear and the fear into something that made him jump at the slightest sound. His eyes became empty, and his heart started to harden. He never completely lost himself, but than he never realized that he’d even changed.
It wasn’t until they used Aoko as a hostage. It wasn’t until she was grabbed randomly out of the crowd of policemen and held at gun point, and when they taunted that the theif would watch her die before he risked killing him.
It wasn’t until he was faced with that bastard that he discovered something had shifted inside him.
He never hesitated with the trigger, even as he pointed it straight at the other man’s throat.
It wasn’t quick death. The man dropped the girl, and the card gun had never been made to kill. The metal disk had sliced his throat, but it was the fact that it collapsed his larynx and in the end the man had choked on his own blood while suffocating.
The thief moved only to pull the girl away from the dying man and hold her. She was sobbing into his jacket, and he knew that no one would ever hold the man’s death against him; however, it did nothing to ease the emptiness that flooded through him.
The pulled trigger finally did what even Pandora had been unable to do-
Destroy him.
And the thing that had so long kept him going, the passion that had reminded him he was still alive and he still had breath left in him, it withered inside of him as he felt his soul shatter.
As he held the remnants of another life in his life, he wondered if she even realized precisely what she’d cost him.
But then, perhaps he should have known she could have never been his salvation, for he knew full well that her death would killed him even more assuredly.
She was his Pandora, only this time around he wasn’t even left with hope to save him.