The Candy demandeth in sparkles!

[candyland]

I wish something happy-making and distracting and productive-ish. Ergo...


DRABBLE REQUEST TIEM!


Here's a fandom list if needed. mint_eclair, I have your Professor Layton fic done from the last request thing. I just haven't typed it up yet. It'll be up very soon. Other than that...I think I had a request or two for Princess Tutu ficcage featuring Fakir. Still waiting for an idea on that... ;o;


New on candyfics:
- Beach Bum (Shinichi/Ran fic for fanfic100)
- At the Wrong Moment (D.Gray-Man fic for 100fandomhell)


*glompsnuggles spirit_sage_333* Sorry I didn't call today, love. Was at contest with my kids all day x_x

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MK/DC prompt: Kaito breaks his "no one gets hurt code" and murders someone. You can choose any or all of the well-known/main characters. Why yes, I am morbid.

Part 1

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I don't know if this is what you were looking for exactly, but...


When Kaitou Kid had ducked into the room to escape his pursuers (said pursuers being his enemies, not the police), he closed the door and stood silently with his eyes focused on it, trying to catch his breath, and listened as the footsteps thundered past outside. He waited a few moments longer, just in case someone backtracked. But there was silence, not even the whisper of clothing to betray a presence on the other side of the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned to glance around the room behind him...and froze. Poker Face cracked and shattered as he pressed his back against the door and looked around.

It was a torture chamber, like something out of a history book chapter on the Inquisition. There were devices and instruments that defied imagination lining the walls, and he was loath to try and guess what some of them were used for. The room smelled of blood and death.

And there were bodies.

People--none of them moving--hung on the walls. Few were clothed in any manner. They were filthy, blood-soaked...and what had been done to them would haunt him for the rest of his life. They were still; chances were that none of them were alive, and given their state, that was probably a blessing.

It nearly brought him to his knees; he was to the point of becoming physically ill at it all. Who would be depraved enough to create a place like this...?

He had to get out.

But as he fumbled with the doorknob in an uncharacteristically ungraceful moment, he froze at the sound of a moan. Was there someone alive in here after all?

After a moment of indecisiveness, he realized he had to go look. If there was someone alive in here…maybe he could help them? Maybe he could get them out somehow? Either way, he had to make sure to direct the police here as soon as he was safely out of this place.

He began to move, slowly and deliberately, towards the sound; he took great care not to let himself touch anything or bump into anything. Iron-will self-control was the only thing allowing him to not be sick at the whole thing.

Finally, he saw a man hanging from the wall, naked and chained and covered in blood and filth. He was moving ever so slightly, and moaning quietly in pain, despair…

Kid moved carefully towards him, but was startled when the man lifted his head and looked straight at him with glazed, wild eyes. “P-please…” he croaked, his voice so hoarse that the words were almost unintelligible. “Please…kill me…”

He felt his jaw drop. “S-sir?”

“Gun. On the table…” the man rasped. “Th’left it. Please…”

A glance sideways proved that there was, indeed, a handgun on the table. Someone had apparently forgotten their weapon. Careless, really. But now he was being asked to use it…

His feet moved on their own, taking him to the table; he picked up the gun and looked at it. It was loaded. No one gets hurt. That had always been his number one rule, that no one else would have to suffer through what he had suffered--not as long as he could prevent it.

Kaitou Kid did not attack with intent to injure, and he did not kill.

But...this man was mortally injured. Anyone could see it, medical training or no. He was going to die; it was unlikely that he would survive, even if he received treatment. It was just a matter of when, of how long it took for his wounds to claim his life. They were just too severe.

...was it really less harmful to let this man continue to suffer until he was finally released by a death that could come tomorrow or might take days more? Was he really not causing harm by allowing this man to linger in excruciating pain any longer than he had to?

In his hand, Kaitou Kid held the instrument of a man’s salvation and release from a pain he should never have had to experience. The question was whether or not he could bring himself to use it.

And underneath it all was that fear that if he did, it would make him one of the people he hated most.

Would he be a murderer for doing this…or a hero?

Part 2

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He turned back to the man, who was still giving him that desperate look. Begging another to kill him…

He raised the gun, aiming directly between the man’s eyes. A headshot would be the best way to go. It would be quick, relatively painless, and there was a very small chance of error. He didn’t think he could bring himself to fire twice.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware that the sound of a shot would bring his pursuers running. But he would just have to get away before they got here. There was nothing else for it.

The man’s expression had gone from despairing to pitiful gratefulness. “Thank you…thank you…” he murmured, meeting Kid’s eyes squarely.

Behind Kid’s mask, Kaito felt something inside him shatter.

“Go in peace,” he said softly.

And he pulled the trigger.


PS. I don't know if this is what you were thinking of, but...it's sort of one of those "in the back of my mind" things I've had for a while. So thank you for giving me a chance to write it \o/

Re: Part 2

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You're welcome, and it was excellent. Good job. Five stars to you *****!!!

Re: Part 2

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Thank you! \o/