|From Avalon's Shores
Author: peppymint PM
Aakesh returns to Japan to discover just what his grandson has been up to. Needless to say, he is not happy. A short story in the Kuroba 'Verse.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Family - Kaito K. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,808 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 02-25-10 - Published: 02-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5767177
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I own nothing and no one
I know, it is late. But then what else is new
You should know better than to trust me by now
In the middle of the crowd stood a single man. In spite of the many others around him, he seemed very much alone. On the surface, there seemed to be no reason for the people to avoid him. He was handsome. Tall and slender with long raven black hair and the most amazing pair of violet eyes.
Perhaps it was his unnatural stillness as he stared down at the object in front of him that warned others away. Or maybe it was instinct. A hint of danger embedded in the mortals' very blood. A nagging feeling that this one was somehow more than he appeared to be.
Whatever it was, the crowds' instincts were dead on. The raven wasn't human. The form he now displayed to the world was nothing more than a pretty illusion. One showing what he would look like, if he were mortal. Aakesh was a creature of magic, a youkai. Just as his name stated, a lord of the skies.
As for the raven himself, for the most part, Aakesh was unaware of the people surrounding him. His violet eyes were fixed on the newspaper being displayed behind fine glass. Kaitou Kid steals the Heart of Venus, the headline screamed. Above the article was a slightly blurry picture of a figure clad all in white, soaring through the air.
To the people of Japan, this wasn't that unusual. It was a rare month when at least one gemstone didn't vanish into the phantom thief's hands. To be returned at a later date of course. However, Aakesh had been out of the country for quite some time, on the mystic isle of Avalon. He also knew something that the public was quite unaware of. That the Kaitou Kid had been dead nearly fifteen years.
At least, the youkai thought to himself with a faint twitch of one aristocratic brow, the first Kaitou Kid was. He felt a flash of annoyance mixed with concern as he reached down. A touch of magic springing open the lock so he could collect a paper, slipping it into his bag. Just what had his grandson been up to while he was away.
A day later Aakesh had his answer. He had raided the library's newspaper archive, getting copies of everything even remotely connected to the Kaitou Kid. Then he had gone elsewhere. The police would be most unhappy if they ever discovered evidence of his visit. However, the information he had gained was more than worth it.
The raven youkai made a mental note to compliment Ginzo Nakamori if he ever got the chance. He had to admit he was impressed, very impressed. The inspector's notes were extremely comprehensive, showing a level of detail beyond those of most mortals.
An inescapable consequence of being around his family for so long, Aakesh was sure. You could only fall into so many traps before you started to see them coming. Of course, for a Kuroba that was just a cue to make the trap better.
It was also obvious the Police Inspector expected similar excellence in his men. Between the reports made by the various members of the taskforce, Aakesh had everything he needed. Information not only on the Kaitou Kid, but also the mysterious figures who stalked the thief from the shadows.
A frown crossed the youkai's face. His brow wrinkling as he read the ballistic reports, done on bullets the taskforce had painstakingly dug out of walls, concrete, flooring, and once an unfortunate dog. It had stuck its head up to bark at an intruder at just the wrong moment.
Even more alarming to Aakesh were the notes of blood smears. The common consensus being that they belonged to Kid. The result of being grazed by a bullet. One detective, Saguru Hakuba by name, had even found a small pool a few years ago.
Evidently though it had seemed worse than it was, for the thief had pulled his next heist not a week after the fact. The raven knew better. Knew just how fast a wound could be healed, given the resources at his grandson's disposal. He made a mental note to stop by Shinrin-sensei's in the near future, to find out just what Kaito had done to himself.
Client/patient confidentiality was not an issue. His grandson may be seen as an adult in the mortal world, but not in his eyes, not to a race who counted their age in centuries. The elven healer would tell him everything he needed to know, and some things he didn't.
One clawed hand came up to grasp the bridge of his nose, the full gravity of the situation sinking in. Aakesh had always intended to tell Kaito the truth about his Father's death someday. Probably shortly after the boy's eighteenth birthday. When he would be of age by the standards of his Mother's people.
However, when Lord Oberon had called all the fae back home for a gathering, his grandson had still been young, too young. So Aakesh had kept his silence. Years had passed. Kaito had grown older. However, news of this magnitude was not something that should be told through a letter. The result, even more waiting.
However, the youkai thought ruefully to himself. It appeared he had waited too long, as Kaito had obviously discovered the truth for himself. Aakesh cursed himself for a fool. He should have made certain Toichi's workroom was sealed securely before he left.
There was no other way his grandson could have discovered his Father's night job. Naomi certainly hadn't told him. It was an unspoken agreement between him and the woman Toichi had chosen for his wife. She handled Kaito's human upbringing; he his youkai.
Aakesh certainly couldn't blame Kaito for wanting justice for his Father's death. He wanted the same. What he had issues with was the way his grandson had gone about it. Just the idea of the other dodging bullets sent chills down his spine. And he had been doing this since he was sixteen !!!
Then again, Kaito had undoubtedly known his grandfather wouldn't approve. Which was why he hadn't told him, but now it was too late. What was done was done, Aakesh knew, and nothing could change that. However, from now on his grandson would not fly alone.
Violet eyes flicked to the last piece of paper in the stack. It was the Kaitou Kid's latest heist note. When Diana pulls her veil, the note read, and rises from her bed. Hidden behind a great shield of glass, a rose awaits to be carried to a princess. To wipe away her tears.
The riddle was simple enough, Aakesh thought to himself. But then, one Kuroba would always know another. With the sunset on the night of the new moon, Kaito would come, and he would be waiting. "And then my fledgling," the youkai whispered. "We have a great deal to speak about."
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