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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

themoonlightthief:

He swallowed, whatever faint flash of relief flickering through him at getting that shadow, that thing, away from the detective disappearing in an instant as dark mist settled around them. Arms wrapping tightly around the blonde and hands curling almost painfully into the back of his shirt, protectively, blue eyes gazed around the room, searching for any sign of the shadow and any hint on how it planned to attack next.

“I-I’m sorry,” Kaito whispered, voice momentarily catching in his throat. No amount of apologies would be enough though. Hakuba could’ve died. If he hadn’t—

“I didn’t think it would— I thought I’d lost it.”

He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, forcing the panic and fear away as best he could in place of a determined and serious expression, a quiet, shaky breath leaving his throat. “…Fire. From what I’ve been able to figure out, it’s weak against fire. Do you have anything we can use as a torch? Or a room without cracks, perhaps, that it can’t get into…?”

The shadow watched them for a long moment, seething and gritting it’s would be teeth. It then quietly slipped back outside through the crack under the door.

The moonlight was bright, illuminating the darkened streets despite the loss of lights caused by the shadows darkness.The closer to All Hallows Eve it grew the bigger the shadows reach seems to get. It slithered up the side of the house, shadows slowly extending, engulfing, overtaking.

Soon The structure had completely been engulfed by writhing bubbling shadow, blocking out even the light from the moon and trapping the two inside. The mist filling the house growing with it; going from a minor itch to a painful irritation of the throat and lungs.

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“There’s no room that would be adequate in terms of that sort of security, I’m afraid,” Hakuba muttered in response, refusing to let go of Kaito for the moment. The skin on his neck ached with that burning, but staying close seemed more important. And Kaito was offering details. Concrete facts that he could focus on, work with. He caught a little more of his breath, then turned his head toward the east wing, eyes narrowing in thought. 

“However… the kitchen will have fire. The stove is gas. The are matches. Flambe torches. Flammable cooking sprays. Candle lighters. Charcoal. Lighter fluid. It might not be enough, but…" 

His voice trailed off as the light in the reception area of the mansion faded. Glancing at the glass panes, thin curtains more a bane then than ever, he sucked in a breath and swallowed hard.  Which hurt, both inside and out. Then he pushed, struggling to get to a stand while attempting to drag Kaito with him. 

”…we’ll set the estate on fire if we have to.“ 

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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

themoonlightthief:

“Hakuba!”

This was a nightmare. It had to be. There was no other way to explain it – not the shadow, not the way Hakuba’s hand had just gone through his throat like it wasn’t even there – and Kaito just wanted to wake up, to have the horrified panic and pure fear pulsing through him wash away in place of hope and relieved laughter. 

He wanted to pinch himself, but he knew it wouldn’t break this nightmarish reality, no matter how much he wanted and needed it to. Why was this happening? 

Moving as quickly as his body allowed him to, he grabbed for one of the remaining fireworks, lit it up, then threw himself towards the shadow’s visible limbs, shoving the burning wick into the bubbling mass of darkness. He didn’t know if it would be enough to get rid of the damn thing entirely – actually, previous tries had proven that it wouldn’t be enough, no matter how much he hoped for it to be – but, hopefully, it would be enough to make the damn thing let go of the detective. 

A nightmare. 

A nightmare he brought here. 

He never should have opened that damn box. 

The shadow grasped tightly around the blonde’s neck, the look of fear and panic feeding its lust. The desire to strangle the very life slowly and painfully out of the victim in its grasp.

Then there was a loud shriek, the sudden light of the fireworks that had escaped its notice before burned the shadowy mass and melted it away as it growled and hissed; retreating into the darkness of a nearby shadow and disappearing from their field of vision. Though is dark presence still lingered, filling the room with a sickening atmosphere.

Slowly the room started to fill with a dark but thin mist, seeping into the furniture and hanging in the air like an almost unseeable smog.

In the wake of fiery pain and the terrifying inability to breathe, Hakuba did little but gasp when the shadowy hands were finally removed. At least for four or five seconds, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling overhead. The moment that his mind processed that he could, again, successfully pull oxygen into his lungs, he scrambled to sit up and throw himself at Kaito, arms reaching to wrap around his shoulders in a panic.

“What-” gasp “-the bloody-” wheeze “-fucking HELL?!”  

He saw the marks on Kaito’s neck, the matching set on his own throat still stinging from the attack. It struck him, then, that as much as he wanted to bury his face against the other boy’s shoulder, whatever that thing had been was probably still lurking. He turned his head, eyes wide again, searching the area immediately around them, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Alas, his vision clouded as the dark dog settled in.

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Shadows || themoonlightthief / camiechan

camiechan:

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.

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The ghostly sounds become more identifiable as sobbing and a figure resembling that of a small girl, maybe around the age of six or so. She is huddled up, her knees pressed against her chest and her face hidden by the shadows of the hallway.

Hakuba swallowed hard. He’d been hiding from the ghosts for the better part of the afternoon… evening… and on into the night, but he now really needed to brave the hallway again for food. Biting his lip, he  again mustered enough courage to peek out of his doorway and into the hallway, wincing as the form of the girl came into view once more. 

It was just like that American film though, wasn’t it? Help the ghost, they get to move on to the afterlife. And while some ghosts were harmful, those who were ready to be helped typically weren’t. So he should be safe so long as he approached with caution, just like any other wild beast. Or so he’d been informed by the media.

Then again, was it really wise to trust Shyamalan with anything, let alone your life? 

Still, the detective knit his brows and forced himself to watch her for a moment, feeling that usual tug at his heart-strings that urged him to find out what, exactly, had made her cry like that. Poor little girl, alone and draped in darkness. 

He sighed and stepped out of his room, sheepishly making his way toward her. Cautiously, of course. He slowed to a stop five or six feet away and desperately tried to keep the fear from his voice.

“Ah, excuse me, miss…?”

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themoonlightthief:

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“…What’s going on with you? You’re acting even weirder than usual.” His gaze flickered to the hallway Hakuba kept turning towards, kept staring at, and he frowned, shifting to look at the detective once more. “You’ve been having nightmares about that hallway or something?”

That wasn’t quite enough to explain why he acted the way he did at the moment though.

Eyes flickering towards the dark hallway for the briefest of moments more, before he turned them both in the direction of the kitchen. Again. It was a good thing he’d been there often enough to easily find his way around.

“C’mon. Hot cocoa for me and tea for you, then a shower and then bed. Pretty sure we both need it right now. You a little more than I at the moment though.”

A light, playful grin curled at his lips and he winked, an attempt to lighten the mood and bring the blonde out of…whatever trance he’d fallen into. “And I’m pretty sure I’ll do a better job than that dove. Just saying.”

Whatever defenses Hakuba had been building up in his head regarding his behavior sort of… left him as Kaito continued to speak. He blinked once at the the words – something about ‘tea,’ ‘we both,’ ‘bed,’ and a need for a ‘shower’ for some inexplicable reason- and completely forgot all about the phantoms in the hallway. At least briefly. A hesitant, hopeful grin slipped into place, easing the old anxiety and exchanging it for a different, more pleasant one. 

"Ah, uhm, well, if you… If you… like, then, ah, yes… aha, yes, that sounds lovely, and I think you would certainly do a better job. Aha." 

Pale English complexion adopting a rosy tint, the detective happily let himself be lead toward the kitchen. Ah yes, the tea. That was the first step! 

"Perhaps you’ll even keep the ghosts away? That would be a wonderful change of pace, I think. Thank God for Kuroba Kaito!" 

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themoonlightthief:

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“…You alright?”

He arched a brow, more than a little puzzled about the detective’s behavior and unexpected rambling. Perhaps he always did talk a lot, but that didn’t explain the way he suddenly stopped and stared down the hallway, like…something was there?

“You were asking why I was here. Sort of.” Pausing, suddenly feeling a little uneasy himself, he shifted his hold on the bag, expression turning sheepish. “And, speaking of which… Mind if I borrow your shower? Or bath? Either works, really. My bathroom’s—”

‘…possibly filled with dopplegangers trying to get into my pants. Or kill me. I’m not sure which yet.’

“—being renovated.”

“Wh-what? Oh… ah, yes, that’s… that’s more than fine…” Hakuba shook his head, pulling out of the sort of daze that he’d fallen under while trying to pay attention to his guest. He couldn’t shake the feeling of hearing… well, something back where he’d come from. That hallway, where his bedroom was.

He licked his lips and reached over to put an arm around Kaito’s shoulders, turning him toward the hallway. No, wait. They were going to the kitchen, weren’t they? He turned them toward the kitchen.

“Yes, of course… walk-in shower or the garden tub, that would be fine. Not a worry at all. Hot chocolate first? And oh, right, you asked me a question. Ah. I’m fine. There’s just…" 

Hakuba frowned, looking to the hallway again. 

"Something… odd going on.”  No, that sounded stupid. “I mean, I haven’t been sleeping much. Again. Something about… nightmares… Er, I mean, not that the dove hasn’t been doing its job, I just keep staying up too late and, ah… the…”

More frowning. When had he turned toward the hallway again?

“…Hot… cocoa…?" 

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themoonlightthief :

He heaved a mental sigh of relief when the door finally swung open, and a wide grin settled on his lips as his eyes finally locked on the blonde. “Hot chocolate sounds great, actually. Thanks~ Good to see you too, by the way, Hakuba. Really.”

“So pleased to hear that, thank you! Yes, do come in, let me get this door closed and firmly locked to keep out the cold and we’ll go straight to the kitchen." 

The detective, who was perhaps a little more antsy than usual, stepped to the door to do just that. 

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening, anyway? If you don’t mind my asking, of course… not that you have to have a reason, necessarily, to come visit me, but I’m curious as I always am and you know, that sort of thing just-" 

Hakuba paused, glancing back behind him toward the darkened hallway, hesitated a moment, then let go of the breath he’d been holding. 

”…What was I saying?“ 

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He shifted the bag currently slung over his shoulder and glanced around, swiftly scanning the surrounding area, but upon not seeing anyone else around – or, more importantly, none of his /doppelgangers/ – he grinned, turned towards the door and knocked. Now he just had to play the waiting game. Hopefully only for a little bit though. He could feel himself growing restless already, with every second passing. “C’mon, c’mon, it’s /cold/–“

All of these ghostly sounds and wanderings and now a knock at the door? And were was Baaya? Or the other servants? 

He snuck down the hallway and to the front door, biting his lip again with a healthy amount of trepidation. Did he dare answer it? Who would be visiting without an appointment? Still, it was rude to not answer, even if there were some sort of a monster waiting just beyond the arguably unenforced passage.

So he opened it.

“Oh! Kuroba-kun, it’s you. It’s wonderful to see you again, such a pleasant surprise.” Thank God, someone to keep him company and help with the spectral visitors. “Ah, please come in! I can make some tea or hot chocolate or something?”

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It is hard to hear at first, a low ghostly wail carried by drafts of an unknown origin saunters through the house. You begin to catch glimpses of a phantom spirit flickering in and out of sight as it passes by your door frame and continues down the hall.

“Oh… god…”  

The detective bit his lip, staring at the opened door – that he did not open – and hesitated before getting to his feet. Ghosts weren’t real, as far as he knew. Or, no, that wasn’t entirely accurate, either. Ghosts and the like were unlikely to exist as portrayed in pop culture media, but that didn’t mean that they necessarily did not exist. 

Hakuba pushed a breath past pursed lips and wondered what he ought to do about it. He was supposed to help them or something of that ilk, yes? But how to help a ghost? Particularly when he couldn’t stop shaking. Perhaps the heat needed to be turned up, first. Yes, that was a good plan.

Warily, the young detective stepped out of his bedroom and into the hallway, glancing left, then right, before heading toward the thermostat for that particular wing of the estate. 

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