Started January 25th
Completed January 26th
So guess what? You guys get another upload for the week! This is an interlude, and I feel like it would be cruel to post it as the only singular chapter for one week. So enjoy!
Act: (Verb) To reach, make, or issue a decision on some matter.
(Verb) To represent or impersonate with one's person.
It was the night of the heist that Snake had shown up at.
It had taken a few hours, but Kaito had finally fallen asleep. His dreams were short and choppy, impossible to make sense of. He snapped awake, sitting up with a wince. He was covered in sweat.
"Ugh…" he groaned, rubbing a hand across his face. No matter how many times Snake showed up, it always left him a mess that night. He hated the fact that the assassin could have been the one to end his father's life. He detested the idea that the assassin could hurt one of his fans. (He ignored the flash of a young bespectacled face through his mind.) Kaito blew out a quiet sigh, pushing the lingering nightmares away. He was restless.
The young magician swung his feet over the edge of the bed, ignoring the cold bite of the floor upon the flats of his feet. Padding over to the far wall, he glanced up into the eyes of someone he had known well.
Kaito brushed his fingers against the textured paint of the painting that had started it all. Violet-indigo eyes took in the bright colors, admired the face of the man he had always loved and looked up to.
"To say that you never wanted me involved is but a half-truth…" he murmured, lips quirking into a smile that was far more of his bright nature.
"You didn't want me to have to take this on…"
He flattened his palm against the surface, a feeling of warmth spreading from the nerves of his hand, down his arm and into his very soul.
"But you knew it had to be done. So you gave me a choice."
Kaito gave his father a smirk, overwhelmed by the feelings that he had left behind. "Dad, you knew what choice I was going to make. But even so, you gave me a choice. A chance to live in peace and just enjoy my life. But you know I wouldn't do that…"
He smoothed his hand down the surface of the painting, feeling as if he were just seeing it for the first time. Kaito guided his hand to the upper right hand corner of the painting and pressing. The painting went into the wall, opening into a revolving doorway. Kaito stepped through the opening. Being a man of two identities, he was ever so busy. He had another heist to plan.
"I am my father's son, after all."
The portrait shut behind him, the illustration no longer entailing a modest magician but instead a well-known thief garbed in white.
There will be three interludes in all. Think of them as little progressions of individual characters. I wonder if you can guess which characters the future two will entail?
Also! This interlude hasn't been edited fully just yet. It will be edited in the next 24 hours.