He shook his head, breathing through his nose as he tried to push the nausea down, away, because throwing up – again – was not on the list of things he wanted to do right now. He didn’t have time for it. Not when—
Eyes once more snapping open, he quickly scanned the area, gaze carefully darting over the floor, the walls, and every visible object and surface. Movement in the corner of his eye made the magician’s breath catch in his throat, but when he turned his head to look, there was nothing there. Imagination? Possibly. But then again, maybe not.
“N-no, no ambulance, I—” Kaito swallowed, attention returning to Hakuba. It hurt to speak and he was still feeling disoriented and dizzy – more so than he was comfortable with – but he still managed a small grin, forcing any hints of pain away as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. “I’m fine. I just had a bit of an accident with a…a new trick. Sorry for worrying you.”
Alright. Maybe he was more out of it than he thought.
For a moment, Hakuba’s hand had looked almost transparent. But that, if anything, had to be his imagination. Right?
The terror on the thief’s face was enough to move the shadow into action once again. Lusting for more screams of agony it closes upon the two, quietly snaking behind the blonde. More memories surfaced, more desire to see the horror on it’s target, more hunger.
The shadow coiled the half brit’s leg, silently and barely visible it moved upward. Then shadowy hands materialize around its victim’s neck, repeating the same burning sensation it had with the other. Bubbling darkness burning like acid over skin and it drags him to the floor; choking him of the oxygen he needed to breathe.
Hakuba sat back at Kaito’s reassurance, though he was utterly unconvinced. Looking over the other boy again, the foreign detective frowned and sighed, watching him sit up straight. That was certainly better than before, he reasoned, so he couldn’t have been that badly off, right?
Still yet unaware of the creeping shadow that moved up his leg and body, Hakuba cracked a smile of his own, brow raising to give him a quizzical appearance, as if he were preparing to give the thief a lecture.
“It’s nothing, really… I’m, ah, honored that you thought to come to me.” The admission came with a bit of a creeping blush and a small, shy smile. “Are you certain that you’re all right? You know, I’ve heard that practicing new magic tricks on your own is a good way to get ki-”
The words cut off abruptly with a strangled cry of surprise and pain. “Wh-what is-?!” Hands reached for his throat to pull of whatever had him, but while his right hand recoiled immediately from the burning, his left hand went right through his throat.
He barely had time to process this before he was forced backward, tumbling from his position on the floor to press with back against the hard, polished marble with a smack. With the wind already knocked out of him from the fall, the choking quickly filled him with fiery panic. All attempts to pry the hands from himself were met, again, with nothing but frustration and blistering heat.