{"id":2330,"date":"2014-10-26T11:55:43","date_gmt":"2014-10-26T11:55:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/2014\/10\/26\/split-decisions\/"},"modified":"2014-10-26T11:55:43","modified_gmt":"2014-10-26T11:55:43","slug":"split-decisions","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/2014\/10\/26\/split-decisions\/","title":{"rendered":"Split Decisions"},"content":{"rendered":"

blackorgkaito<\/a>:<\/p>\n

\n

Finger on the trigger\u2014 not<\/em>. His eyes might as well have been the Looking Glass, such tips tops turvy the reality he gazed at was; tremors in his hands were rejections of the gun in he was holding and\u00a0I can\u2019t do this,\u00a0<\/em>he wanted to say. I<\/em>t\u2019s a <\/em>life with a <\/em>family and a <\/em>past and maybe they\u2019re someone\u2019s<\/em>\u00a0father\u00a0and\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

He\u2019s becoming exactly who he vowed that he wouldn\u2019t be, <\/em>couldn\u2019t be;\u00a0he\u2019s becoming his father\u2019s killer, he<\/em>\u00a0is\u00a0a killer, and he can\u2019t,\u00a0he can\u2019t\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

A familiar voice. \u00a0<\/p>\n

He could literally feel the blood draining out of his face. There was a sharp askance in his ear that he barely comprehended\u2014 What was that?<\/em>\u00a0What\u2019s happening? You\u2019d better answer me, KID, or your friends and family\u2019s gone by next morning.<\/em><\/p>\n

His breaths came sharp, quick, and\u00a0damn it he was hyperventilating;<\/em>\u00a0a hand slammed to his mouth to cut off oxygen as thoughts of Aoko and Nakamori and his mother dead flashed by\u2014 house blown to bits? Maybe it would seem like a simple car accident\u2014 or if they were feeling particularly sadistic, it would be arson and\u00a0memories of a burning stage and screams for his dad to come back echoed in his mind.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

If\u2014 if he could ask Hakuba to help\u2014 no, he can\u2019t get the detective wound up in this mess. But if he could, if he could,<\/em>\u00a0if Hakuba could stop him from doing this, please,\u00a0please\u2014\u00a0<\/em>if he died in action, would his family live at least? He wouldn\u2019t have to kill, and this nightmare would be over,\u00a0but he couldn\u2019t ask Hakuba to do that.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/span>Not to mention they had thought of everything, he couldn\u2019t ask anyway, the furiously whispering voice in his ear served as a reminder that he was live on air\u2014\u00a0<\/p>\n

Why hadn\u2019t he checked to see if he was being tailed?\u00a0<\/em>Stupid stupid stupid stupid!<\/em><\/p>\n

“It\u2019s nothing. I\u2019ll take care of it.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Was his answer to the buzzing voice on the other end, his own forced through a twisting stomach\u00a0and a constricted throat. A cautious shift in position to slowly rise, head swimming as he did so\u2014 placing the gun down\u00a0(thank you)<\/em>\u00a0and raising his hands cautiously to show that he was unarmed. And he wanted to say that he was\u2014 No uncomfortable pistol hidden in the small of his back or a knife strapped down to his ankle because\u00a0he was better than that, right?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

But he wasn\u2019t.<\/em>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The hidden hand gun that sat all too comfortably at his waist made him sick.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

“Well then, you know what to do.”<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>The tone that came through the ear phones were anticipatory and taunting, a cat playing with it\u2019s prey. He grit his teeth\u2014 Hakuba\u2019s not the annoying classmate you know anymore, Kuroba, Kaito tried to tell himself even as his breath made an attempt to quicken again. Lets see, lets see, there was a camera somewhere that was monitoring him\u2014 Earphone guy wasn\u2019t looking at it but Headquarters were.<\/p>\n

Hakuba was just too noticeable of a person to pass by as a random intruder\u2014\u00a0what to do\u2014 \u00a0stupid British teenage detectives who messed everything up.<\/em><\/p>\n

He can\u2019t fake this, can\u2019t pretend to shoot and cover the other\u2019s mouth, can\u2019t get a silent message across to him and even then\u00a0he wouldn\u2019t understand.\u00a0<\/em>Hakuba was just too good for that, despite his fallacies and annoyances. The stupid idiot would try to save the other and somehow save the day\u2014\u00a0because that\u2019s what detectives did.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Save lives.<\/p>\n

Unlike him.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

So unlike him.<\/p>\n

But that wasn\u2019t the problem here he had to \u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

He can\u2019t try any stupid moves. He licked his lips\u2014 one toe out of line and\u00a0bang bang boom.\u00a0<\/em>He wouldn\u2019t be surprised if the Syndicate would take it one step further and blow up his whole school. \u00a0<\/p>\n

He would have to play along, then, at this game. If he knew the other as well as he did \u2014 the detective wasn\u2019t going to flee anytime soon\u2014or would he? The other was never one to run from danger if what he saw at his heists were any indication but then that was different.\u00a0<\/em>Either way, Kaito wanted him here<\/em>\u2014 as<\/span> soon as the detective got out of sight, the syndicate was going to hunt him down. Trap set. Game over.<\/p>\n

He had to checkmate him\u2014\u00a0them\u2014\u00a0<\/em>here.\u00a0<\/p>\n

But how?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

All of these thoughts ran by in split seconds, mind working overdrive\u2014 he had to get the detective out of this\u00a0alive.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

There was a final decision made at that moment\u2014 so many paths pointing to so many directions and he wasn\u2019t sure if he had stepped foot in the right one. Not when all sense of moral \u201ccorrectness\u201d had gone down the drain.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Right and wrong didn\u2019t apply anymore.<\/em><\/p>\n

No looking back.<\/p>\n

“I\u2019m afraid that doesn\u2019t apply when the person in question isn\u2019t quite thieving at the moment."\u00a0<\/p>\n

Kaito said, slipping into his persona altogether too easily \u2014 Hakuba\u2019d approached him as KID, and he\u2019d reciprocate\u2014 stick with what\u2019s familiar. He\u2019s not in a rush to get to that sniper anytime soon, the conference would last for a while anyway, all he had to do was\u2014
<\/em><\/p>\n

To do was\u2014<\/p>\n

He licked his dry lips again;\u00a0body language Kaito, stop that, you\u2019ve already given away enough.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

<\/p>\n

The game changed all at once, and Hakuba’s expression hardened a degree in both confusion and concern, gaze trained on his classmate, his thief, flicking only briefly toward the gun set on the concrete of the rooftop, then back again. It wasn’t the card gun; that much was clear, and there was so much\u00a0wrong<\/em> with the scene before him that he’d have had to be a fool not to recognize it for what it was, at least in part.\u00a0<\/p>\n

He couldn’t act without more data, though, and a clearer picture on where Kuroba stood in all of it. Theories leapt to his mind in a raging torrent, offering explanation, justification, and warnings, but settling on any would be dangerous to proceed on at the present juncture.\u00a0<\/p>\n

At least there was the string of usual banner. It was safe– the only neutral territory in the face of potential upheaval.\u00a0<\/p>\n

"Not quite?” Hakuba asked, forcing a smirk on his lips. “Honestly, you’d think that you could pick a better place and time to case a heist location than during a busy conference, Kaitou-san.”<\/p>\n

The words, so familiar, gave him a chance to breathe, to sort through what he\u00a0did<\/em> know. KID wasn’t exactly a pacifist, he knew that, and he had dangerous people on his tail. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume that he had access to weapons beside his typical KID gear, especially after everything with Nightmare. But it wasn’t like KID to display so much hesitation, minute and discrete as it was. The fear, the bit of chatter…\u00a0<\/p>\n

Was it Nightmare all over again? Were they being watched? Was Kuroba being controlled?\u00a0<\/p>\n

Typical of his character, the detective shifted his gaze without turning his head to try to get a better feel for their surroundings, scanning for potential exit strategies. It would be such a simple matter to call for backup. He licked the back of his teeth, contemplating. He had cuffs on him. Perhaps he could take KID in– though, no, no, that wouldn’t work. KID couldn’t be caught for a multitude of reasons, and he still needed more information.\u00a0<\/p>\n

“Don’t tell me that you’re losing your touch? Or is it just the thrill that you’re looking for?"\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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