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[Feb 17] [Magic Kaitou] Breaking Point
Title: Breaking Point
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Characters: Aoko/Kaitou, Hakuba
Theme: Feb 17- “All places are alike and every earth fit for burial”
Rating: Strong PG-13, perhaps even R for violence
Disclaimer: Blame Lost for the dark thoughts, and Gosho’s characters.
He knew he’d have to call Nakamori, that was if the Inspector hadn’t already been informed, though he really hoped to God not.
No one should be told this over the phone, and there was no way a quick call informing the man what had happened could begin to preparing him for this. Hakuba wasn’t even certain the Inspector should be allowed in, but he didn’t have the jurisdiction to make that argument.
He wished he did, frankly he wished he was allowed to leave the scene as was.
He wasn’t really the type of detective who dealt much with flat out murders anyway. Hakuba had always been more the type to follow espionage cases, embezzlement, or more commonly heists. He could solve a murder no problem, but it was one thing when you had never talked to the person or never seen the person.
Personally anyone who claimed after a certain number of murders that they all seemed alike, well the person had obviously not witnessed enough of them. Something chilled Hakuba whenever he had to walk into a bedroom or nursery or suite to observe a death. The idea that someone could just waltz in while you were sleeping, or turn your honeymoon bed into a burial ground-
It always put him on edge.
It was also quite another story when it was not one, but rather two victims both of whom you knew quite intimately.
He hadn’t even been aware they had been seeing each other either, perhaps that had been the point, he knew that Kuroba had been in trouble but perhaps he’d tried not to see exactly how much danger the thief had gotten himself in.
And it was that which grated him the most. He was too late.
He felt like he should have been able to do something. He felt like he should have known the man had an assassin on his tail. He felt like he’d personally been the cause of their death.
He was also well aware that Kuroba had gone down in an act of protecting the young woman, and that both of them had been taken completely by surprise. Their current state of undress answered any questions as to what the pair had been doing in the room before their murderer had broken in.
Yet there lay the problem. There was no proof. No shred of evidence as to what happened. There was indeed a gun in the room, but the only fingerprints on it were Kuroba’s, which of course was ridiculous since the boy would cut off his own hand before he used one.
There was no indication of forced entry either. No windows that had been moved. No vents opened. No locks picked.
And then there was the whole bit with false names given at the desk.
Of course Hakuba had some idea why Kuroba had taken it out under one other than his own, except Hakuba also had no proof that the boy was actually KID, so it wasn’t like he could go from that vantage point either. At least no court of law would uphold it.
It made him ill knowing that the case would probably end up closed, and there was little he could do to change it.
“Dammit…” he snapped.
And just how did you deal with an Inspector who was about to come up to find his daughter dead, and for all purposes in the arms of her murdered lover? He doubted Nakamori had any idea Kuroba and Aoko-chan had been seeing each other, and especially not to this degree.
For the first time in his career Hakuba was at an utter loss, with no where left to go, stripped helpless for the two people that he felt the most responsible for. The thief had been his to catch and in Hakuba really had felt affection for Aoko-chan. And they’d both been stolen by some unknown assassin that had apparently had enough information to feel certain Kuroba was KID, and willing to kill an Inspector’s daughter to accomplish it.
He’d known Kuroba had his reasons for stealing, but now more than ever he wondered what…
His thoughts were knocked aside as he heard cursing from the other room- So the other officers had decided that perhaps Nakamori shouldn’t be allowed in until he heard the details. Good for them, especially since they risked their jobs by doing so.
He took one last look at the couple, forcing himself to take in their faces, he knew Kuroba had to have died last- the boy would have fought till his dying breath even if he knew it was lost. Turning around to go console the Inspector he made a silent promise to the pair-
Somehow he’d solve their murder, and even if he put his own neck on the cutting board he’d find a way to finish Kuroba’s work.
Somehow.
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Characters: Aoko/Kaitou, Hakuba
Theme: Feb 17- “All places are alike and every earth fit for burial”
Rating: Strong PG-13, perhaps even R for violence
Disclaimer: Blame Lost for the dark thoughts, and Gosho’s characters.
He knew he’d have to call Nakamori, that was if the Inspector hadn’t already been informed, though he really hoped to God not.
No one should be told this over the phone, and there was no way a quick call informing the man what had happened could begin to preparing him for this. Hakuba wasn’t even certain the Inspector should be allowed in, but he didn’t have the jurisdiction to make that argument.
He wished he did, frankly he wished he was allowed to leave the scene as was.
He wasn’t really the type of detective who dealt much with flat out murders anyway. Hakuba had always been more the type to follow espionage cases, embezzlement, or more commonly heists. He could solve a murder no problem, but it was one thing when you had never talked to the person or never seen the person.
Personally anyone who claimed after a certain number of murders that they all seemed alike, well the person had obviously not witnessed enough of them. Something chilled Hakuba whenever he had to walk into a bedroom or nursery or suite to observe a death. The idea that someone could just waltz in while you were sleeping, or turn your honeymoon bed into a burial ground-
It always put him on edge.
It was also quite another story when it was not one, but rather two victims both of whom you knew quite intimately.
He hadn’t even been aware they had been seeing each other either, perhaps that had been the point, he knew that Kuroba had been in trouble but perhaps he’d tried not to see exactly how much danger the thief had gotten himself in.
And it was that which grated him the most. He was too late.
He felt like he should have been able to do something. He felt like he should have known the man had an assassin on his tail. He felt like he’d personally been the cause of their death.
He was also well aware that Kuroba had gone down in an act of protecting the young woman, and that both of them had been taken completely by surprise. Their current state of undress answered any questions as to what the pair had been doing in the room before their murderer had broken in.
Yet there lay the problem. There was no proof. No shred of evidence as to what happened. There was indeed a gun in the room, but the only fingerprints on it were Kuroba’s, which of course was ridiculous since the boy would cut off his own hand before he used one.
There was no indication of forced entry either. No windows that had been moved. No vents opened. No locks picked.
And then there was the whole bit with false names given at the desk.
Of course Hakuba had some idea why Kuroba had taken it out under one other than his own, except Hakuba also had no proof that the boy was actually KID, so it wasn’t like he could go from that vantage point either. At least no court of law would uphold it.
It made him ill knowing that the case would probably end up closed, and there was little he could do to change it.
“Dammit…” he snapped.
And just how did you deal with an Inspector who was about to come up to find his daughter dead, and for all purposes in the arms of her murdered lover? He doubted Nakamori had any idea Kuroba and Aoko-chan had been seeing each other, and especially not to this degree.
For the first time in his career Hakuba was at an utter loss, with no where left to go, stripped helpless for the two people that he felt the most responsible for. The thief had been his to catch and in Hakuba really had felt affection for Aoko-chan. And they’d both been stolen by some unknown assassin that had apparently had enough information to feel certain Kuroba was KID, and willing to kill an Inspector’s daughter to accomplish it.
He’d known Kuroba had his reasons for stealing, but now more than ever he wondered what…
His thoughts were knocked aside as he heard cursing from the other room- So the other officers had decided that perhaps Nakamori shouldn’t be allowed in until he heard the details. Good for them, especially since they risked their jobs by doing so.
He took one last look at the couple, forcing himself to take in their faces, he knew Kuroba had to have died last- the boy would have fought till his dying breath even if he knew it was lost. Turning around to go console the Inspector he made a silent promise to the pair-
Somehow he’d solve their murder, and even if he put his own neck on the cutting board he’d find a way to finish Kuroba’s work.
Somehow.