Post by Carina Jones on Jan 22, 2012 23:46:01 GMT -5
The first story is a one shot and fairly short. It comes before the second so I figured I would put them in one place.
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Title: PenPal
World: Hetalia/ Magic Kaito
Words: 1835
Rating: K+
Summary: An eight year old Saguru gets a very unusual penpal without his ever knowing it. And his penpal gets perhaps more than he was looking for as well.
Other Notes: No Pairings. Family. At this point Al & Iggy’s relationship is still a bit strained, however they are still friends so he wound up calling him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Magic Kaitou
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When he turned eight the children in his class were given the assignment to write letters to a penpal. The teacher explained that they were going to write letters to some of the soldiers who were training on a nearby army base and that they should let the soldiers know how they appreciated their work to keep the country safe. Then she went around the room and allowed each child to pick a name at random from the basket of names, the name that they selected would be the soldier that they would be writing to.
When it came his turn Hakuba Saguru, a very intelligent half-Japanese boy, received the name of Arthur Kirkland from the basket. Mr. Kirkland was a soldier, whom, he would learn over the course of several letters, had only recently arrived on the base for training and would be staying there for only a single year. His family was wealthy and did not approve of his desire to participate in the military. They gave him a single year only in which to do what he liked before he would be called back home to go into politics as was his father’s ambition for him.
In return Arthur Kirkland learned about the too intelligent little half-Asian who was teased by some of his classmates for his uncommon looks and who had decided to be a detective when he grew up. When asked why the little boy explained that he wanted to make the world a better place, but not as a police officer like his Japanese father. He wanted to catch people who did bad things and also to learn why they did those things.
Time passed and somehow, while most of the other children stopped, Saguru and Arthur managed to keep up their correspondence by mail. And three years later they were still were still writing letters when Saguru, now eleven years old and an amateur detective, traveled to Japan to live with his father for a year.
That year when Saguru was in Japan would turn out to be utter hell for Arthur. He would be put through the wringer worrying over the eleven year old as he tackled his first “real” case. Somehow the eleven year old managed to stumble into the middle of a case of drug smuggling which turned out to have connections to the Mafia. It was his unfortunate foster-son/younger-brother who would have to attempt to calm him after each week’s letter over a long distance call from America.
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The conversations usually went something like this.
“Why the hell are you calling at this hour, Iggy?”
“Alfred, I’ve just gotten another letter from Saguru. We have to send in our people and get him back to England. He’s in this investigation far too deep for a child, there are mobsters involved! Surely we can do something?”
“Geeze, you know we can’t do anything rash, you just need to calm down-”
“Calm down! How can I calm down? I don’t understand, how did he even manage to get in the middle of this to begin with Alfred? He’s only eleven years old!”
“Iggy, you’ve always told me he was smart, he’s wanted to be a detective since he was eight. The better question is how he’s managed to avoid it this long.”
“But he’s eleven! Doesn’t he even realize that he could die?”
“You said he’s smart I’m sure that he knows and he’s keeping safe as he can.”
Once Alfred has managed to talk Arthur down from doing anything rash he’s left holding his cell phone wondering when he ended up being the rational one.
~~
In the end Saguru made it out of his first big case alive and with only minor injuries, and Arthur realized that somewhere along the line he had come to feel for the young boy like some sort of extra father or elder brother. Indeed, it was quite like the feeling he had upon meeting Alfred.
Soon after this it was time for Saguru to return home to his mother, a return that had been delayed nearly a week between Saguru’s twelve-hour kidnapping and rescue at the end of the case. The resulting hospital stay had been much longer than the kidnapping event itself.
Unfortunately due to the delay, his busy mother would not have time to pick him up at the airport. She had cleared her schedule for his original intended return date, but would be unable to do so for this new date. A fact a miserable Saguru conveyed to his friend a week before he was to leave Japan. Without the child’s knowledge, Arthur made a hasty long distance call to Saguru’s father, who only informed his son that plans had been made for his arrival.
So when Saguru returned to England he was greeted by a tall blond man who appeared to be in his twenties carrying the sign saying Saguru Hakuba. For the first time Saguru met his penpal in person, his penpal that, after his last despairing letter of his mother’s inability to get him from the airport, had demanded to be allowed to pick him up to bring him home.
Had it been anyone else but Arthur Kirkland such a thing would never have been allowed to occur, but this was Arthur Kirkland. A man with a social-service-list a mile long, who would never hurt a child, and had been Saguru’s soldier penpal for years. The young man who had been Saguru’s confidant and elder brother, a more sympathetic and caring ear than his own parents, although neither of them were aware of the fact.
Arthur and Saguru had been even closer friends ever since. Keeping up both in person while Saguru was in England, and by letter once the young Detective began to travel abroad to solve crimes that had baffled other experts. Usually carrying some letter or trinket from Arthur to present to someone that Arthur was acquainted with in that country.
Despite all his considerable deduction skills he never noticed the extra eyes that kept watch over him while he was abroad. There was never any need to question the coincidence that would have officers just around the corner at the right moment. There were many officers on the cases he worked with and being present all around was their duty.
And then in 2008 Saguru, who would be seventeen in August, decided to go back to Japan. There was a criminal there, newly returned from an eight year absence, that appeared to require his expertise. And as usual Arthur provided him with a note to give to his friend Honda Kiku in Japan. However, the closer they got to the day of Saguru’s departure in March, the more Arthur appeared to worry that he would not come back from Japan….
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As he went to board the plane Saguru turned around to look at the rather anxious blond who seemed determined to believe that Saguru was going to abandon him and move to Japan forever.
“Arthur, I’ve told you a million times now,” He wasn’t usually one for exaggeration, but Arthur was driving him crazy demanding to know if he was going to come back. “I will be coming back just as soon as I settle this one case in Japan. What are you so worried about? I’ve come back from every other case. Even after I’ve passed your messages on to your foreign penpals.”
“One hundred thirteen times, and of course you’ve come back and you mean to now, But none of them were Japanese. And you’re half Japanese. You haven’t been there more than a few months at a time since you were eleven. What if you decide that you like that country better now that you’re staying a year again?”
“For God’s sake Arthur, quit your worrying and release my arm. It’s time for me to get on the plane. You would think that I’d never left the country before.”
And with that Saguru boarded the plane to Japan.
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One year and Three Hundred Letters Later
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Dear Saguru-kun,
Wait why are you calling yourself Saguru-kun now. Do you like Kiku better? Is that why you haven’t come back to see me? To see England, your homeland? Or do you consider Japan your home now? You said that you would come back. It’s been nearly a year Saguru and you haven’t come back. Not Once.
You like him better than me don’t you, you like him; you like Japan better don’t you? Why can’t anybody like me best? Why can’t anyone just want to stay with me?
Your distressed pal,
Arthur Kirkland
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Dear Arthur,
Yes I’m well aware that I haven’t returned to England for nearly a year now and I can’t fathom why you appear to be so concerned over this fact. Yes, I did meet up with that Honda-san and pass on your message and we have spoken several times since, but that doesn’t mean I like him better than I like you. And what in the world does that have to do with whether I prefer to live in Japan or England?
I assure you Arthur, the reason I have remained here is only one person and that is the Kaitou Kid, who also happens to be Kuroba Kaito, a classmate of mine. I will return to England as soon as I get the case sorted out here and Kuroba-kun has been arrested.
You really do need to relax a little Arthur.
Sincerely, Your Friend,
Saguru Hakuba.
~~~~
But Arthur couldn’t relax. Saguru was away in Japan trying to catch a thief who was right in the thick of a conspiracy the likes of which the mortals had never seen before. A thief who was routinely shot at as he tried to prevent some of the darkest scum on the planet from getting hold of a gem that would keep them alive forever. And if Saguru dug too deeply they would start shooting at him too.
If Kiku was right they may have already targeted him a couple times, although not to the same extent as the moonlight phantom.
Arthur didn’t want anything to happen to the boy. They had become very close over the past six years and Arthur was terrified that if something did happen to him, if he did die, that he might do the unforgiveable and raise the young man back from the dead.
He couldn’t stand to lose another of his foster sons, a pity because it was inevitable that his youngest, his mortal son, would die.
Damnit Kiku! Why couldn’t Japan just force his child to come back home to England?
He made his way back to the basement to prepare a black magic summoning.
It was time to take things into his own hands. It was time to summon, he braced himself, Russia.
If anyone could do something about the organization it was Ivan. Hopefully… Hopefully the Russian wouldn’t ask too high a price to protect England’s mortal son.
~~~
Title: PenPal
World: Hetalia/ Magic Kaito
Words: 1835
Rating: K+
Summary: An eight year old Saguru gets a very unusual penpal without his ever knowing it. And his penpal gets perhaps more than he was looking for as well.
Other Notes: No Pairings. Family. At this point Al & Iggy’s relationship is still a bit strained, however they are still friends so he wound up calling him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Magic Kaitou
~~~~
When he turned eight the children in his class were given the assignment to write letters to a penpal. The teacher explained that they were going to write letters to some of the soldiers who were training on a nearby army base and that they should let the soldiers know how they appreciated their work to keep the country safe. Then she went around the room and allowed each child to pick a name at random from the basket of names, the name that they selected would be the soldier that they would be writing to.
When it came his turn Hakuba Saguru, a very intelligent half-Japanese boy, received the name of Arthur Kirkland from the basket. Mr. Kirkland was a soldier, whom, he would learn over the course of several letters, had only recently arrived on the base for training and would be staying there for only a single year. His family was wealthy and did not approve of his desire to participate in the military. They gave him a single year only in which to do what he liked before he would be called back home to go into politics as was his father’s ambition for him.
In return Arthur Kirkland learned about the too intelligent little half-Asian who was teased by some of his classmates for his uncommon looks and who had decided to be a detective when he grew up. When asked why the little boy explained that he wanted to make the world a better place, but not as a police officer like his Japanese father. He wanted to catch people who did bad things and also to learn why they did those things.
Time passed and somehow, while most of the other children stopped, Saguru and Arthur managed to keep up their correspondence by mail. And three years later they were still were still writing letters when Saguru, now eleven years old and an amateur detective, traveled to Japan to live with his father for a year.
That year when Saguru was in Japan would turn out to be utter hell for Arthur. He would be put through the wringer worrying over the eleven year old as he tackled his first “real” case. Somehow the eleven year old managed to stumble into the middle of a case of drug smuggling which turned out to have connections to the Mafia. It was his unfortunate foster-son/younger-brother who would have to attempt to calm him after each week’s letter over a long distance call from America.
~~
The conversations usually went something like this.
“Why the hell are you calling at this hour, Iggy?”
“Alfred, I’ve just gotten another letter from Saguru. We have to send in our people and get him back to England. He’s in this investigation far too deep for a child, there are mobsters involved! Surely we can do something?”
“Geeze, you know we can’t do anything rash, you just need to calm down-”
“Calm down! How can I calm down? I don’t understand, how did he even manage to get in the middle of this to begin with Alfred? He’s only eleven years old!”
“Iggy, you’ve always told me he was smart, he’s wanted to be a detective since he was eight. The better question is how he’s managed to avoid it this long.”
“But he’s eleven! Doesn’t he even realize that he could die?”
“You said he’s smart I’m sure that he knows and he’s keeping safe as he can.”
Once Alfred has managed to talk Arthur down from doing anything rash he’s left holding his cell phone wondering when he ended up being the rational one.
~~
In the end Saguru made it out of his first big case alive and with only minor injuries, and Arthur realized that somewhere along the line he had come to feel for the young boy like some sort of extra father or elder brother. Indeed, it was quite like the feeling he had upon meeting Alfred.
Soon after this it was time for Saguru to return home to his mother, a return that had been delayed nearly a week between Saguru’s twelve-hour kidnapping and rescue at the end of the case. The resulting hospital stay had been much longer than the kidnapping event itself.
Unfortunately due to the delay, his busy mother would not have time to pick him up at the airport. She had cleared her schedule for his original intended return date, but would be unable to do so for this new date. A fact a miserable Saguru conveyed to his friend a week before he was to leave Japan. Without the child’s knowledge, Arthur made a hasty long distance call to Saguru’s father, who only informed his son that plans had been made for his arrival.
So when Saguru returned to England he was greeted by a tall blond man who appeared to be in his twenties carrying the sign saying Saguru Hakuba. For the first time Saguru met his penpal in person, his penpal that, after his last despairing letter of his mother’s inability to get him from the airport, had demanded to be allowed to pick him up to bring him home.
Had it been anyone else but Arthur Kirkland such a thing would never have been allowed to occur, but this was Arthur Kirkland. A man with a social-service-list a mile long, who would never hurt a child, and had been Saguru’s soldier penpal for years. The young man who had been Saguru’s confidant and elder brother, a more sympathetic and caring ear than his own parents, although neither of them were aware of the fact.
Arthur and Saguru had been even closer friends ever since. Keeping up both in person while Saguru was in England, and by letter once the young Detective began to travel abroad to solve crimes that had baffled other experts. Usually carrying some letter or trinket from Arthur to present to someone that Arthur was acquainted with in that country.
Despite all his considerable deduction skills he never noticed the extra eyes that kept watch over him while he was abroad. There was never any need to question the coincidence that would have officers just around the corner at the right moment. There were many officers on the cases he worked with and being present all around was their duty.
And then in 2008 Saguru, who would be seventeen in August, decided to go back to Japan. There was a criminal there, newly returned from an eight year absence, that appeared to require his expertise. And as usual Arthur provided him with a note to give to his friend Honda Kiku in Japan. However, the closer they got to the day of Saguru’s departure in March, the more Arthur appeared to worry that he would not come back from Japan….
~~~~
As he went to board the plane Saguru turned around to look at the rather anxious blond who seemed determined to believe that Saguru was going to abandon him and move to Japan forever.
“Arthur, I’ve told you a million times now,” He wasn’t usually one for exaggeration, but Arthur was driving him crazy demanding to know if he was going to come back. “I will be coming back just as soon as I settle this one case in Japan. What are you so worried about? I’ve come back from every other case. Even after I’ve passed your messages on to your foreign penpals.”
“One hundred thirteen times, and of course you’ve come back and you mean to now, But none of them were Japanese. And you’re half Japanese. You haven’t been there more than a few months at a time since you were eleven. What if you decide that you like that country better now that you’re staying a year again?”
“For God’s sake Arthur, quit your worrying and release my arm. It’s time for me to get on the plane. You would think that I’d never left the country before.”
And with that Saguru boarded the plane to Japan.
~~~
One year and Three Hundred Letters Later
~~~
Dear Saguru-kun,
Wait why are you calling yourself Saguru-kun now. Do you like Kiku better? Is that why you haven’t come back to see me? To see England, your homeland? Or do you consider Japan your home now? You said that you would come back. It’s been nearly a year Saguru and you haven’t come back. Not Once.
You like him better than me don’t you, you like him; you like Japan better don’t you? Why can’t anybody like me best? Why can’t anyone just want to stay with me?
Your distressed pal,
Arthur Kirkland
~~~~
Dear Arthur,
Yes I’m well aware that I haven’t returned to England for nearly a year now and I can’t fathom why you appear to be so concerned over this fact. Yes, I did meet up with that Honda-san and pass on your message and we have spoken several times since, but that doesn’t mean I like him better than I like you. And what in the world does that have to do with whether I prefer to live in Japan or England?
I assure you Arthur, the reason I have remained here is only one person and that is the Kaitou Kid, who also happens to be Kuroba Kaito, a classmate of mine. I will return to England as soon as I get the case sorted out here and Kuroba-kun has been arrested.
You really do need to relax a little Arthur.
Sincerely, Your Friend,
Saguru Hakuba.
~~~~
But Arthur couldn’t relax. Saguru was away in Japan trying to catch a thief who was right in the thick of a conspiracy the likes of which the mortals had never seen before. A thief who was routinely shot at as he tried to prevent some of the darkest scum on the planet from getting hold of a gem that would keep them alive forever. And if Saguru dug too deeply they would start shooting at him too.
If Kiku was right they may have already targeted him a couple times, although not to the same extent as the moonlight phantom.
Arthur didn’t want anything to happen to the boy. They had become very close over the past six years and Arthur was terrified that if something did happen to him, if he did die, that he might do the unforgiveable and raise the young man back from the dead.
He couldn’t stand to lose another of his foster sons, a pity because it was inevitable that his youngest, his mortal son, would die.
Damnit Kiku! Why couldn’t Japan just force his child to come back home to England?
He made his way back to the basement to prepare a black magic summoning.
It was time to take things into his own hands. It was time to summon, he braced himself, Russia.
If anyone could do something about the organization it was Ivan. Hopefully… Hopefully the Russian wouldn’t ask too high a price to protect England’s mortal son.
