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[July 21] [Magic Kaito/Detective Conan] Knights, Tricksters, and Fairy Stories
Title: Knights, Tricksters, and Fairy Stories
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaito/Detective Conan
Theme/Day: July 21/I’d rather sleep my whole life away.
Rating: T
Disclaimer : I’m still broke, so I’m fairly certain I don’t have a series that’s highly popular in several countries.
Aoko had learned a long time ago that fairytales didn’t exist.
It didn’t matter that there was still that small little voice that whispred to be let out, that asked if maybe she wasn’t a princess in disguise or that her prince wouldn’t come to whisk her away from her life.
Save her from her tediousness, from the problems, from the constant quarrels and hardships that life had seemed to throw her along the way.
Take her away from the melancholy.
When she was little it was one of the things that made Kaito the ultimate attraction. He was magic. He could pull flowers from midair and make everything sparkle and glow like fairytales really did exist.
But he wasn’t a prince, if anything he was the annoying trickster character that always made things complicated. After all princes didn’t cheer on the villain of the tale, or for that matter turn into the villain of the story.
Hakuba might have played the character of the prince. He definitely looked the role with his light hair and amber eyes. If anyone was likely to rush into the scene and save the day, well Hakuba was likely to be the character. He was definitely chivalrous and had all the manners of a gentlemen (even when dealing with an annoyance such as Kuroba), too bad that Hakuba wasn’t what she wanted.
The problem was for some reason, no matter how hard she tried, whenever she got an image of being swept off her feet the person always ended up looking like Kaito.
Kaito making roses bloom around her. Kaito making magic around the two of them. Kaito taking her into his arms and—
She’d shake her head, tell herself angrily that she was NOT allowed to think that way, and move along.
She’d rather sleep her whole life away like the sleeping princess than be whisked off her feet by that damned thief.
Of course that’s what she kept telling herself.
Time after time she realized they were just stories. There was no magic, no mystery… just cold reality and she’d eventually have to settle. Perhaps he wouldn’t be prince charming, but then he’d still be somewhat of a hero of a story.
Perhaps she should give in and give her supposed knight a shot.
But Aoko would find herself walking outside at night or passing through a rose garden or even just looking out her window at the full moon and feel the touch of spells on her cheek. See a glimpse of white in the branches.
It was hard to push aside childhood fancies when you kept getting magic shoved in your face by the person you were suppose to like least.
And then he did exactly what he wasn’t suppose to. He saved her.
It wasn’t Hakuba, it wasn’t even her father, for that matter it wasn’t even really Kaito… it was KID.
She was at a heist, she happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and it was KID who grabbed her. KID who risked his neck to lift her off her feet and drag her from the midst of harm. KID who gently set her down asking her again and again if she was alright, checking to see that she wasn’t hurt, stroking her hair out of her face and looking at her face to make sure she was going to be okay.
KID who took her hand and placed a gentle kiss against it, and then smiled before disappearing in a poof of smoke as the others arrived.
Stupid thieves.
Damn tricksters.
Why did they always have to screw the fairytales?
Author’s Note: I have a fondness for trickster characters actually… (okay so no actually was ness… as if you couldn’t figure that part out ^_^) given this theme came from a song and while I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what I was going to do with it… the theme “I don’t care for your fairy tales” was quite catchy… and well.. I simply couldn’t pass up following yesterday’s story with “Fairytales didn’t exist” XDXD especially when I did it by accident initially.
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaito/Detective Conan
Theme/Day: July 21/I’d rather sleep my whole life away.
Rating: T
Disclaimer : I’m still broke, so I’m fairly certain I don’t have a series that’s highly popular in several countries.
Aoko had learned a long time ago that fairytales didn’t exist.
It didn’t matter that there was still that small little voice that whispred to be let out, that asked if maybe she wasn’t a princess in disguise or that her prince wouldn’t come to whisk her away from her life.
Save her from her tediousness, from the problems, from the constant quarrels and hardships that life had seemed to throw her along the way.
Take her away from the melancholy.
When she was little it was one of the things that made Kaito the ultimate attraction. He was magic. He could pull flowers from midair and make everything sparkle and glow like fairytales really did exist.
But he wasn’t a prince, if anything he was the annoying trickster character that always made things complicated. After all princes didn’t cheer on the villain of the tale, or for that matter turn into the villain of the story.
Hakuba might have played the character of the prince. He definitely looked the role with his light hair and amber eyes. If anyone was likely to rush into the scene and save the day, well Hakuba was likely to be the character. He was definitely chivalrous and had all the manners of a gentlemen (even when dealing with an annoyance such as Kuroba), too bad that Hakuba wasn’t what she wanted.
The problem was for some reason, no matter how hard she tried, whenever she got an image of being swept off her feet the person always ended up looking like Kaito.
Kaito making roses bloom around her. Kaito making magic around the two of them. Kaito taking her into his arms and—
She’d shake her head, tell herself angrily that she was NOT allowed to think that way, and move along.
She’d rather sleep her whole life away like the sleeping princess than be whisked off her feet by that damned thief.
Of course that’s what she kept telling herself.
Time after time she realized they were just stories. There was no magic, no mystery… just cold reality and she’d eventually have to settle. Perhaps he wouldn’t be prince charming, but then he’d still be somewhat of a hero of a story.
Perhaps she should give in and give her supposed knight a shot.
But Aoko would find herself walking outside at night or passing through a rose garden or even just looking out her window at the full moon and feel the touch of spells on her cheek. See a glimpse of white in the branches.
It was hard to push aside childhood fancies when you kept getting magic shoved in your face by the person you were suppose to like least.
And then he did exactly what he wasn’t suppose to. He saved her.
It wasn’t Hakuba, it wasn’t even her father, for that matter it wasn’t even really Kaito… it was KID.
She was at a heist, she happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and it was KID who grabbed her. KID who risked his neck to lift her off her feet and drag her from the midst of harm. KID who gently set her down asking her again and again if she was alright, checking to see that she wasn’t hurt, stroking her hair out of her face and looking at her face to make sure she was going to be okay.
KID who took her hand and placed a gentle kiss against it, and then smiled before disappearing in a poof of smoke as the others arrived.
Stupid thieves.
Damn tricksters.
Why did they always have to screw the fairytales?
Author’s Note: I have a fondness for trickster characters actually… (okay so no actually was ness… as if you couldn’t figure that part out ^_^) given this theme came from a song and while I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what I was going to do with it… the theme “I don’t care for your fairy tales” was quite catchy… and well.. I simply couldn’t pass up following yesterday’s story with “Fairytales didn’t exist” XDXD especially when I did it by accident initially.