Monday, December 13, 2004

My brain is evil and needs to be stabbed repeatedly.
Because the images just won't go away.

Christmas KxS drabble
By: Shimegami
Warnings: Yaoi, fluff, pervyness
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: Born from my musing on my personal blog. I hate my brain and it needs to die.

Shinichi stared at the...thing.

He had only one question, really.

"Kaitou....where in the seven hells did you find a vibrator shaped like a Christmas Tree!?"

The thief grinned at him. "Ebay."

"Figures." The detective muttered, pulling on the shirt of his....outfit.

"It lights up too!" Kaitou chirped, turning the thing on to prove that in addition to it's standard vibrating function, the festively-themed sex toy did, indeed, light up and even played a rather decent rendition of "Jingle Bells".

Kaitou was grinning.

Shinichi felt a migraine coming on.

He pinched the bridge of nose in an attempt to stave it off. "Let me guess, the outfits were from ebay too?" Said outfits in question were a rather skimpy rendition of Santa and one of his helpers. Kaitou had immediately claimed the Santa outfit, and had forced Shinichi to wear the elf one. Shinichi was just glad that Kaitou didn't slap on his top hat and monocle and attempt a heist in that outfit, which had been the thief's original plan.

Shinichi couldn't even begin to imagine Inspector Nakamori's reaction to an outfit that consisted of conveniantly placed white fluff and perhaps a square foot of material, total. Red leather, in fact. Kaitou's tophat probably took more cloth to make.

"Nope. Actually, they're a gift from someone." Kaitou's eyes sparkled, and that was always a Bad Sign.

The detective resisted the urge to bang his head against the nearest hard surface (in this case, a hardback copy of "The Hound of Baskervilles" lying on the arm of the couch). "Who gave them to us? Akako?"

"No, actually, it was your mother."

This time Shinichi did give in his urge. Kaitou had to wrestle the book away from the detective, who had started ranting about "sweet oblivion". Naturally, wrestling and skimpy outfits led to rather interesting sex in the living room, involving ribbons and yes, the Christmas Tree vibrator.

It had been rather fun, Shinichi thought later, despite the horrendous crick in his back. It didn't stop him from hiding the outfits and vibrator in a place Kaitou would not find them for a while. A long long time. Perhaps next Christmas.

~Owari~

AN: .....>_<

Yes, the vibrator in question does in fact exist. And yes, it lights up and plays jingle bells. Personally, I can't imagine ever having sex with an object shaped like a Douglas Fir, but hey, you know there's someone out there that does.
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Sunday, December 12, 2004

Study of Sex planning
Because, really, KxS is eating my brain. I'll turn into a zombie at this rate. And Study of Sex actually has english fans. You can find the first two chapters at http://www.shimegami.com/~shimegami It's a prince of tennis ficcage. So. Ideas.

--Next chapter will involve Fuji. And perhaps Taka-san.
--More elaborating on the Accidental Break-dancing Incident (me thinking it will involve Kaidou, Oishi, a mop, and a salmon)
--Perhaps a Valentine's Day flavored chapter?
--Tennis chocolates. That's all I have to say.

Laser vision wishes to be involved, but am reminding brain that this, while a shounen series, is a shounen *sports* series, and the only lasers are tennis balls being returned at impossible speeds.

.....

You know, if anyone in that series actually looked their age, I would feel a little worse for making them have dirty dirty buttsex. Just a little. Wouldn't stop me however.
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Friday, December 10, 2004

Hurray for scanner
Uploaded fanart to my site.

clicky!
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Tuesday, December 7, 2004

Whee!
http://www.shimegami.com/graphics/conan_scribbles.jpg

I drew something with a mouse and it doesn't suck to the ninth circle of hell!

My poor art student senses, they burn with shame.

NEED TABLET. NEEEEEEEEEEEEED.
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Saturday, December 4, 2004

Oops.
Accidently deleted a message in my guestbook. x_x

I'm such a zombie in the mornings.

Sorry!
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Inspiration Music
Yeah, each of my fics and fic ideas have certain songs I listen to while thinking about them.

"Travelling" - I've Sound - abyss
"be silent my dear." - Move - Fall iNTO DozE
"Brief Candle" - Slayers - Ganbare Necromancer
"Hal's Progress" - (two songs) 1.) - Ayumi Hamasaki - M "Hal's Progress" Remix / 2.) - L'Arc~en~Ciel - Metropolis
"Black Jack" - Janne Da Arc - BLACKJACK

Generic KxS song - Ayumi Hamasaki - July 1st (mostly the Eurobeat Mix)

I have an entire playlist that I'm listening to that reminds me of the pairing. Will post it later.
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Monday, November 29, 2004

Rawr.
Drabble inspired by my Day of Hell at the airports. (Flight cancelled, getting straned in Charlotte, dinkiest planes EVER, over 12 hours of travelling straight, etc.)

Untitled Drabble (Travelling)
By: Shimegami
Warnings: Heavy yaoi, cursing, Timeline? What Timeline?
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: Whee. Shinichi travels with Kaitou. This can't be good for his sanity.

Drabble

Shinichi took one look at the metal detectors and said "No."

Kaitou blinked. "Huh? What do you mean 'no'?"

Shinichi glared at him. "I am not going through those things with *you*. It will take *hours* to get all of your magic tricks out of your clothes."

Kaitou laughed nervously. "Oh come on. I didn't bring anything metal, and it's not like security can see them, even if they strip search me."

The detective eyed him warily. "Fine. But if I hear the slightest beep when you pass through, I'm stripping you *myself*. And I *know* where you keep all your gadgets."

Kaitou blinked innocently. "Why, Shinichi, thois is a public place. I didn't know you were into exhibitionism."

The blush that sprouted then seemed to cover every inch of visible skin on Shinichi.

"Pervert!" He hissed. "Let's just go through before we start looking suspicious."

They passed through security, and true to word, Kaitou did not set off the metal detector. He gave the dubious-looking Shinichi a triumphant smirk. He should know that Kaitou could hide his gadgets much better than to be discovered, thank you very much!

Although he did wonder if Shinichi would have carried out on his threat. He said as much to the detective.

It was something to the detective that Kaitou didn't even sense the danger until Shinichi's carry-on smacked him firmly in the back of his head.

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Kaitou wondered if Shinichi just *liked* to be bored.

('Let's go early', He says! 'We need plenty of time for security with you.' He says! Sure, fine, whatever, but I'd rather not sit and stare out a window for two hours!) Kaitou mused to himself, grumbling.

Indeed, at Shinichi's insistance, they had come three hours early. Due to check-in, an hour had passed when they got to their gate.

And now they sat here. Waiting.

Waiting was not Kaitou's strong suit.

He couldn't bust out with magic tricks, either, or security would pounce on him faster than Nakamori's unit playing "Dogpile on the Bandit".

Not to mention Shinichi would get irritated, and he'd get chewed out like an errant husband. Shinichi's rather high-pitched voice was *very* good at screeching out reprimands at the top of his voice, Kaitou had learned.

Not to mention he probably wouldn't get hotel sex. He liked hotel sex. He did everything possible to ensure hotel sex, or rather sex of any kind. And that meant keeping Shinichi happy.

He sighed. He was seated at Shinichi's feet because the gate seating area was rather full due to the flight leaving before theirs. At least he had floor space. And the opportunity to pull the one magic trick he could.

Making a deck of cards appear with a slight "Poof!", Kaitou promptly settled into seeing how many different ways he knew how to play Solitaire.

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Kaitou was never getting on a plane again.

They were now stuck in New York City, tyring to get to London. They had missed all the flights to England that day due to their plane being rather stupendously late.

At least Shinichi, or rather his parents, were loaded. And Shinichi jacked their credit card.

They were now settling in for the night in a nearby hotel. Shinichi was taking a shower, and Kaitou, having already taken his, sprawled out on the queen-sized bed.

It was quite a week for travelling, apparently, and this room had been the only one free. Pity, that. Kaitou grinned. He had been good all day, and if he could get Shinichi to relax (most likely through a form of massage or some such) he would be getting hotel sex. Life was grand.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Shinichi stepped out, wrapped in his rather elaborate bathrobe. The matching black and white set was a gift from Akako, who had merely smiled at them and handed them over. They consisted of a velvet floor-length outer robe, and a short silk one underneath. Originally the white and black had been seperate, but they switched outer robes. So now Shinichi was clad in the black outer robe, contrasting with the white one underneath. Kaitou's own set had the white outer robe and black underrobe.

The heavy outer one hung open, revealing the silk robe clinging jealously to Shinichi's lithe, damp form.

Kaitou's eyes followed the trails of water droplets appreciatively, though he was careful to make sure Shinichi didn't catch him looking. One of the first points to having a roll in the hay with the detective was that you had to catch him off-guard. If he knew your intentions, it was a sure thing he'd fight them off. He couldn't know what you had in mind until you had him firmly pinned to the bed and panting.

Kaitou had had long practice with this.

Shinichi sat down on the edge of the bed, picking up the towel that had been resting on his shoulders and scrubbing his hair dry. Kaitou inched forward, establishing a firm center of balance before reaching out and slowly adding his hand to the mix. Shinichi stilled for a moment, and Kaitou held his breath. Kaitou's hand was a question, asking for physical contact. Shinichi would ever accept or reject it, depending on his mood. His rejections could get quite violent, which was why Kaitou had established his center of gravity first.

Shinichi relaxed and let out a sigh, hands falling from the towel and head tilting back just a little. Kaitou gave a tiny grin at the acceptance as he settled in behind the other boy. He put both hands to work simutaneously, both drying the hair and giving sort of a massage-caress, working along the scalp and hairline in lazy circles.

Shinichi nearly melted into him. The detective was incredibley sensitive to touch, and loved to have his hair played with if he was in the mood. Added to the fact that Shinichi seemed to have a fascination with his hands, and it all equalled to the fact that he now had a pile of Shinichi-goo in his lap. Which meant he could proceed with the next part of his plan.

Leaning over, he added a series of kisses on the other boy's forehead, one hand dropping down to knead at the junction of neck and shoulder.

Shinichi made a little sound, somewhere between content and need, and Kaitou dropped the hand further to hook the boy's waist and pull him flush aginst himself.

Shinichi's eyes opened, looking a little muzzy and questioning, the detective's head tilted to look at him. Kaitou smirked and lowered his head, their lips meeting in a slow and gentle kiss, the hand hooked around Shinichi's waist beginning to caress his hip.

Shinichi pulled away, giving him a fuzzy, ironic smile. "So that's what you're up to. I should have known. It never fails when it comes to hotels."

Kaitou grinned, unabashed. "Can I help it if I happen to find hotel atmospheres very erotic?" The words and expression were teasing, but his eyes questioned, asking if it was alright to go on.

Shinichi gave a gentle smile. "Idiot. Get down here. Now that you've got the idea in my mind, we might as well follow through."

Kaitou leaned forward for another kiss, humming a happy noise against the other boy's lips. Really, sometimes, putting up with Shinichi was a pain, but it was all worth it in the end. Sure, the detective nagged, was far too conservative and righteous, had a bad tendency to explode at the littlest things, took far too much trouble to get into the sack, and didn't really approve of Kaitou's "night job", but he was also sweet and gentle, liked to cuddle in the early morning, took care of Kaitou in the little things, like tucking him in and appearing with snacks when the magician was busy, put up with KAitou even if he had just given a large rant about his bad habits, and sometimes when he had just woken up he gave Kaitou the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen....

Really, it was all worth it.

~Tsuzuku~

AN: Just a cute little series I'm doing for fun. Look forward to more adventures of Shinichi and Kaitou with Airports and Hotel Sex.
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004

KxS angst/death ficlet *kills muses*
be silent my dear.
By: Shimegami
Warnings: Dark, Yaoi, AU, Bloody
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: Dark and rather mysterious. I've been listening to Fall iNTo DozE all weekend. Thus, this was born. And overdosing on j-art of Shinichi dressed up in a reverse-style Kaitou Kid. (ex. black where Kid is white, etc. etc.)

be silent my dear.

"Fade out, fade out my tiny bell
Yes, I will see you to the door
Toozakari kasumu..."
---"Fall iNTo DozE" by Move

It was a stupid mistake on his part.

Not doing his research, not realising that the big shiny jewel had been placed in his reach by a big decidedly not-so-shiny organization.

If Kaitou Kid had a pet peeve, it would be being shot on heists.

This time it was really bad.

Slouched in an dark alley, what little blood he *hadn't* left back at the museum smearing the brick wall behind him, Kaitou decided to be very realistic about his chances for survival.

Namely, they were zero.

And he had been so close.

He had been getting closer to Pandora, he could feel it. In perhaps a few more heists...

But no, here he was, bleeding all over someone's poor brick wall, feel light-headed from blood lss.

He hadn't even lived long enough to make sure the legacy was prolonged. UNlike his dad, Kaitou had no son to train in magic and thievery.

Hell, he was still in high school! By all rights he shouldn't have been a thief yet. His father had probably planned to introduce him to theob while he was in college, or maybe just atthe end of high school.

But his father died eight years ago, and here he was, about to follow.

Sometime during his thoughts his body had taken a decidedly horizontal tilt, and he found himself laying on his side. It hurt, so he shifted slightly and fell onto his back.

He was in a factory section of town, bordering a suburban housing area that the museum had resided in. There wasn't much light pollution, so he could see the few stars that filtered through the city lights and pollution.

He didn't want to die, not really. He was too close to his goal. The Pandora Gem *had* to be found and destroyed. For the sake of the world.

He closed his eyes, wishing he was in a perfect world, where thieves and gems didn't exist, where he had his father and mother and Aoko, and all was normal and perfect.

A ghost of a touch slid across his cheek, cool silk brushing across his skin like a breeze. He opened his eyes.

Kaitou Kid stood over him. Or rather, his dark doppleganger.

Instead of the brilliant white of his own suit, this one was pitch black, the normally reflective silk flat and black in this place of little light. Small, dim highlights of red were here and there, the band of silk on the tophat, the dress shirt. A blue tie hung like a leash from a slim pale neck.

The only thing that caught the light was the monocle (on the left eye instead of the right), obscuring the eye beneath. The charm dangled slightly, reversed as well. The white clover was now black; the background red.

He wondered if he had already died.

The not-Kid smiled softly at him, a smile of sadness and knowing. The touch came again, the doppleganger's black silk-clad fingers caressing his face.

He then leaned forward, close enough that KAiotu could make out the features of the face past the monocle and hat. Pale, finely-honed features, nearly identical to his own...

He knew that face very well. It couldn't be...

The black-clad Kid gave him the saddest, gentlest smile he had ever seen.

"Your dream-world exists, Kaitou." The doppelganger whispered, soft voice sweet and soothing. "You're so very happy there...."

Blue eyes were clear and dead, but somehow very soft and sad, as well. "However, that means your burdens were transferred to someone else."

Someone just like him. Someone that matched him in brains, looks, spirit...

The caressing resumed. "Don't worry, my love, I'll find it. I'll put an end to all of this. And then our others will live happily ever after together."

Others. Somewhere in this world, there was a doppleganger of this solemn not-Kid, who was a happy anti-thesis.

A detective....

His breath caught, everything was going hazy. He had to tell him, he *had* to...

"Shinichi-"

A slim, cool finger settled over his lips and silenced him. Everything was going dark, but he could still see Shinichi's face, and the same sad smile and tears that wouldn't fall.

"Be silent my dear." The voice of the double of his Shinichi whispered, and Kaitou somehow felt glad that his last moments were all of that face, that voice.

And he was silent.

~Owari~

AN: Hello, angst! This is Momo speaking!

GODDAMN YOU.

kthxbai.
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Whee.
Visit my personal blog for my Christmas meme wishlist. XD
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Monday, November 22, 2004

Getting all the fscking quizzes out of the way.
Moved them! XD *sings*
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