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[Feb 03] [Magic Kaitou] Purgatory
Title: Purgatory
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Pairing: Aoko/Kaito
Theme: Feb 03: Hell Hath No Limits
Disclaimer: I still say Gosho’s not this dark
Rating: PG-13
Pandora should have been the end of it.
With Pandora’s death that should have been it. His problems solved. His life at ease. There should have been an end to the hell he was suffering from.
Should.
Might.
Probably.
Except that it exploded in his face.
He grasped Pandora, he shattered her into a thousand little pieces, and it was if for every piece she became another demon was released- everyone set on him.
First he lost his mother to a freak illness.
Than the inspector was shot on a routine case involving a “normal” robbery.
Hakuba’s plane crashed leaving the ground at the Heathrow airport due to engine failure.
Jii had a heart attack during a heist.
He nearly lost his ability to walk after his glider refused to work.
Then his and Aoko’s first born was a stillbirth.
Her second was a miscarriage.
The weight was too much. After screaming, yelling, and far too much pain for either of them she left.
On her way to a case in Kyoto she was in an accident, she was in a coma for nearly two months before she finally passed away. He never left her side once.
As for himself, he had never been in better health.
Never sick. Never weak. Never tired. He grew older- he was not immortal- but by the time he was into his thirties people said he had to be blessed. His career seemed to only grow, and his looks enhanced with age.
And every single one of his friends died, each more horrific than the last.
What curse he’d inherited he never knew. What he had done to deserve it he was unsure, but somehow he could feel the presence of Pandora following him.
More than once he tried to escape. Sometimes flying out over the ocean so far his hands could no longer hold the bars to the glider, other times leaping off buildings and waiting until the last minute to swoop up. Once he tried drinking himself to a stupor, and sleeping pills became his best friend. Even then the nightmares never left him…
Often he wondered when he was dreaming and when he was awake.
He reached a hundred.
Against his will he fought with his demons, and lived alone. He tried again and again to watch himself die, and only ever woke up with more injuries or more pain- but never the welcomed death.
Cursed.
He tried to help people to make up for it. He tried to do good. He gave away his money, gave away his goods, and stopped living for himself. He pleaded with his father’s soul to make peace. Pleaded with Pandora to stop.
Nothing ever worked.
It was hell, and it was limitless.
For a hundred years he felt the weight on his shoulders.
And than at last a reprieve. A glimmer of hope as he lay under his window in the moonlight- and old man who knew what it was like to have lost more than any human should ever face. Yet for some reason even when he’d forgotten how many years had passed, he’d come to feel as though it were an eternity, at that moment hope shown… and he could have sworn he caught a glimpse of heaven.
His eyes shut, and he let himself sink away, past the demons, past the shadows, and away from the eternal chains that had kept him to that damned stone.
And for the first time since he laid eyes on the damned thing, slipping away into a cool calm away from purgatory.
A/N: Not my fault that many close themes that close together XP
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Pairing: Aoko/Kaito
Theme: Feb 03: Hell Hath No Limits
Disclaimer: I still say Gosho’s not this dark
Rating: PG-13
Pandora should have been the end of it.
With Pandora’s death that should have been it. His problems solved. His life at ease. There should have been an end to the hell he was suffering from.
Should.
Might.
Probably.
Except that it exploded in his face.
He grasped Pandora, he shattered her into a thousand little pieces, and it was if for every piece she became another demon was released- everyone set on him.
First he lost his mother to a freak illness.
Than the inspector was shot on a routine case involving a “normal” robbery.
Hakuba’s plane crashed leaving the ground at the Heathrow airport due to engine failure.
Jii had a heart attack during a heist.
He nearly lost his ability to walk after his glider refused to work.
Then his and Aoko’s first born was a stillbirth.
Her second was a miscarriage.
The weight was too much. After screaming, yelling, and far too much pain for either of them she left.
On her way to a case in Kyoto she was in an accident, she was in a coma for nearly two months before she finally passed away. He never left her side once.
As for himself, he had never been in better health.
Never sick. Never weak. Never tired. He grew older- he was not immortal- but by the time he was into his thirties people said he had to be blessed. His career seemed to only grow, and his looks enhanced with age.
And every single one of his friends died, each more horrific than the last.
What curse he’d inherited he never knew. What he had done to deserve it he was unsure, but somehow he could feel the presence of Pandora following him.
More than once he tried to escape. Sometimes flying out over the ocean so far his hands could no longer hold the bars to the glider, other times leaping off buildings and waiting until the last minute to swoop up. Once he tried drinking himself to a stupor, and sleeping pills became his best friend. Even then the nightmares never left him…
Often he wondered when he was dreaming and when he was awake.
He reached a hundred.
Against his will he fought with his demons, and lived alone. He tried again and again to watch himself die, and only ever woke up with more injuries or more pain- but never the welcomed death.
Cursed.
He tried to help people to make up for it. He tried to do good. He gave away his money, gave away his goods, and stopped living for himself. He pleaded with his father’s soul to make peace. Pleaded with Pandora to stop.
Nothing ever worked.
It was hell, and it was limitless.
For a hundred years he felt the weight on his shoulders.
And than at last a reprieve. A glimmer of hope as he lay under his window in the moonlight- and old man who knew what it was like to have lost more than any human should ever face. Yet for some reason even when he’d forgotten how many years had passed, he’d come to feel as though it were an eternity, at that moment hope shown… and he could have sworn he caught a glimpse of heaven.
His eyes shut, and he let himself sink away, past the demons, past the shadows, and away from the eternal chains that had kept him to that damned stone.
And for the first time since he laid eyes on the damned thing, slipping away into a cool calm away from purgatory.
A/N: Not my fault that many close themes that close together XP