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[Feb 27] [Magic Kaitou] Escape Artiste
Title: Escape Artists
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Pairing: Aoko/Kaito
Theme: Feb 27 "What shall I do to shun the snares of death?"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Goshos… so not mine
A/N: It stands alone… but I’m considering turning it into a prequel for the fic from a couple days ago ^^;;
It was one of the nights she was backstage for his show. She always enjoyed it when she was allowed to see it from off stage, though truthfully she sometimes just would rather be in one of those front rows watching him with the same awe a child might.
He would laugh when he watched her light up as she always had. No matter how many times he did certain tricks, she would always smile at him as though it were the first. He’d come up with new tricks just to watch her astonishment appear.
It was that night when things finally went loose.
He was planning on the bullet catch trick, or a variation of it rather. The theme for that night’s show was made of a variety of traditional magic. Bullet catches, sawing in half, vanishing cabinet, all of them were classics though all carried with them something that would make them unique and leave the audience still questioning.
Everything went smooth, until the bullet catch.
It was a dangerous trick, but he had been sure it was done correctly. He’d been taught by the best in making sure the equipment was safe and sound, after all his father had been killed because someone had messed with it-
Thus is made sense that he’d be doubly careful.
So he felt someone collide with him as he tumbled out of the way of the shot, and screams raise from the audience he looked up at the flying object.
And found Aoko rolling off of him as she clutched her arm that was bleeding heavily from a bullet wound.
The crowd was going into hysterics, and he saw the medics who were one standby rush on. Meanwhile he was on his knees bent over her in a flash trying to get her attention and make sure the bullet hadn’t hit anything worse.
She gave him a weak smile, “I… I saw they’d been switched just in time… I… I didn’t know what to do so I-”
“Shhh….” he told her stroking her hair before turning back to the audience where the ushers had started to try to calm them down. “Excuse me! Forgive me, the rest of tonight’s show has been cancelled. You may have a full refund on your tickets and the counter, and please wait as the police are arriving and they will help escort you, as well as the ushers, out of the building. Very sorry-” he was shaking he didn’t know how he’d managed to get the words out. His eyes kept glancing back to Aoko who was being pulled onto a stretcher and he walked with the men demanding to be at her side.
By the time he was in the hospital, several hours later, and sitting at the side of the sleeping girl his mind hadn’t been able to leave the memory of how close the bullet had been to hitting him.
He wondered how long he had left.
There was a reason he hadn’t proposed to Aoko. He could have, and she probably would say yes, but what would happen if they had a child? A family? How long before he managed to keep escaping the snares of death, and finally found himself as the one in the hospital? Not just injured but dying?
He usually didn’t let Aoko stay backstage too much for a reason. She didn’t know about the time Jii had barely gotten the water trap undone in time. The knots that had failed on certain rope tricks. Fires that started at odd points, or knives that ended up sharper than they should have. He had several dagger wounds from places they ended where they weren’t suppose to, and one burn on his left side.
They started off little, but tonight proved that something would have to be done. He didn’t know how much more he could do to escape the traps laid out for him. He couldn’t give up his magic, but now that Aoko had been hurt as well?
He’d already lost his father to the tricks, he couldn’t bear to lose her as well…
He was counting the minutes ‘till his funeral, for he was quite aware he was digging his own grave.
But for now he did a dance, and prayed that some how he’d keep from being caught by the stray bullets.
For now he’d risk pushing Aoko away from him, and push himself to the brink- find a way to seek Pandora out and get her even if he killed himself doing it.
Staring at her in the hospital he swore a silent oath that he wouldn’t rest… not until he found Pandora…
Not until he knew he’d escaped death for good.
Hopefully without ever having to drink her tears.
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Pairing: Aoko/Kaito
Theme: Feb 27 "What shall I do to shun the snares of death?"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Goshos… so not mine
A/N: It stands alone… but I’m considering turning it into a prequel for the fic from a couple days ago ^^;;
It was one of the nights she was backstage for his show. She always enjoyed it when she was allowed to see it from off stage, though truthfully she sometimes just would rather be in one of those front rows watching him with the same awe a child might.
He would laugh when he watched her light up as she always had. No matter how many times he did certain tricks, she would always smile at him as though it were the first. He’d come up with new tricks just to watch her astonishment appear.
It was that night when things finally went loose.
He was planning on the bullet catch trick, or a variation of it rather. The theme for that night’s show was made of a variety of traditional magic. Bullet catches, sawing in half, vanishing cabinet, all of them were classics though all carried with them something that would make them unique and leave the audience still questioning.
Everything went smooth, until the bullet catch.
It was a dangerous trick, but he had been sure it was done correctly. He’d been taught by the best in making sure the equipment was safe and sound, after all his father had been killed because someone had messed with it-
Thus is made sense that he’d be doubly careful.
So he felt someone collide with him as he tumbled out of the way of the shot, and screams raise from the audience he looked up at the flying object.
And found Aoko rolling off of him as she clutched her arm that was bleeding heavily from a bullet wound.
The crowd was going into hysterics, and he saw the medics who were one standby rush on. Meanwhile he was on his knees bent over her in a flash trying to get her attention and make sure the bullet hadn’t hit anything worse.
She gave him a weak smile, “I… I saw they’d been switched just in time… I… I didn’t know what to do so I-”
“Shhh….” he told her stroking her hair before turning back to the audience where the ushers had started to try to calm them down. “Excuse me! Forgive me, the rest of tonight’s show has been cancelled. You may have a full refund on your tickets and the counter, and please wait as the police are arriving and they will help escort you, as well as the ushers, out of the building. Very sorry-” he was shaking he didn’t know how he’d managed to get the words out. His eyes kept glancing back to Aoko who was being pulled onto a stretcher and he walked with the men demanding to be at her side.
By the time he was in the hospital, several hours later, and sitting at the side of the sleeping girl his mind hadn’t been able to leave the memory of how close the bullet had been to hitting him.
He wondered how long he had left.
There was a reason he hadn’t proposed to Aoko. He could have, and she probably would say yes, but what would happen if they had a child? A family? How long before he managed to keep escaping the snares of death, and finally found himself as the one in the hospital? Not just injured but dying?
He usually didn’t let Aoko stay backstage too much for a reason. She didn’t know about the time Jii had barely gotten the water trap undone in time. The knots that had failed on certain rope tricks. Fires that started at odd points, or knives that ended up sharper than they should have. He had several dagger wounds from places they ended where they weren’t suppose to, and one burn on his left side.
They started off little, but tonight proved that something would have to be done. He didn’t know how much more he could do to escape the traps laid out for him. He couldn’t give up his magic, but now that Aoko had been hurt as well?
He’d already lost his father to the tricks, he couldn’t bear to lose her as well…
He was counting the minutes ‘till his funeral, for he was quite aware he was digging his own grave.
But for now he did a dance, and prayed that some how he’d keep from being caught by the stray bullets.
For now he’d risk pushing Aoko away from him, and push himself to the brink- find a way to seek Pandora out and get her even if he killed himself doing it.
Staring at her in the hospital he swore a silent oath that he wouldn’t rest… not until he found Pandora…
Not until he knew he’d escaped death for good.
Hopefully without ever having to drink her tears.