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[DC/MK] Plus Five Bonus vs Undead
Title: Plus Five Bonus vs Undead
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Word Count: 650
Rating: General
Author Notes: I blame chat. Thanks to MagicBulletGirl for the beta! Little something ta get y'all in the Halloween spirit. The title is because of way too much D&D on my part.
Summary: The Kaitou Kid is being chased by Zombies. This is totally not his fault.

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"WHY do these sorts of things always happen to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!?" The Kaitou Kid wailed as he jumped between two buildings. The landing wasn't the best and he scrambled to make it over the ledge, on to the relative safety of the other roof. If any of the Task Force had could see him now, they'd probably be laughing their asses off. The poised, polished Kaitou Kid flailing around like a... a... random flailing thing. He'd think of a better comparison later, right now he had other things that he really needed to be his devoting brain power to.

He glanced down and discovered that they were already forming a ladder, stacking on top of each other, grabbing ahold of stiff limbs and falling forward, the upper most one grabbing the ledge he had nearly skidded off of. The others didn't waste time crawling over the bodies of their compatriots.

"I don't have it!" Kid shouted at them before taking off again. He was exhausted, barely running on the fumes of the constant panic that had fuelled him for days. "I gave it to the Sorceress! She has it!"

Stupid crystal skull. He was never, ever picking up another one, no matter how big it was or what rare gemstone it was made of. It was just way too much trouble. He hadn't known it was cursed when he'd stolen it. He'd given it to Akako, who had grimaced and commented about the stench of the spellwork that covered the skull. She then set about cleaning it up, promising whomever had put that much dark magic on such an artefact, an artefact on public display, was going to pay.

Which hadn't helped him. The undead walked the earth, and they were after him. He hadn't even know that this many corpses were IN Japan! There was a reason why everyone was cremated!

... Unless it wasn't his imagination and they really were multiplying. Didn't zombies reproduce by biting other people? Or was that werewolves? Vampires? Something...

Kid skidded to a stop on the far side of the roof, white cape billowing past him as he looked down at the ledge below him. Dead end. Too high for him to jump down, no ladder to do so and not high enough to use his hang-glider. He looked around, trying to find somewhere, some place he could go. Trapped. He couldn't be trapped here! "Shimatta." He cursed, failing to quickly find an answer.

The sound of something hitting the ground with a meaty thump caught his attention and he spun, watching as some of the animated corpses started falling to the ground... not so animated.

Also missing their heads. One of which rolled to his feet, staring up at him with empty sunken sockets.

... Ew.

"Listen up, ya primitive screw heads!!" A jubilant voice called out from the middle of the crowd of undead, who were beginning to drop... well, like corpses. "Ya see this? THIS is my BOOM STICK!"

The Kaitou Kid blinked. Okay. He tilted his head to the side, cupping his chin thoughtfully between thumb and forefinger as he watched flashes of silver in the moonlight. "Not that I am complaining... but isn't that a Katana?"

"Don't have my gun permit yet." The fighter in the rapidly decreasing crowd said easily, the katana never pausing in its graceful movements. "But ya should see what I can do with a chainsaw!"

He could just imagine. "Plus five undead bonus?" Kid drawled.

"More like plus ten." The last body hit the ground, the fighter pausing, looking like he was suspended in mid-motion for a moment in time. The air seemed to still, silenced of the groaning sounds of the undead creatures. Then the fighter shifted, standing up and adjusting the ball cap on his head. "Y'okay?"

"Just fine, now." Kid nodded. "Thank you... Mister..." He trailed off expectantly.

"Hattori." A broad grin, white against dark skin spread across the fighter's face as he rested his katana against one shoulder. "Hattori Heiji. Zombie Hunter."

-fin-