#kiisaka

these Vines leading me to YOU

artist: @kiisaka

writer: @kiisaka

rating: G

summary: Fairies born from flowers are known to come in pairs or more. They have vine like tattoos growing on their skin, leading to where their soulmate is.

Kaito and Shinichi are such soulmates, but they aren't really set out to find one another. To act as if they are soulmates.

Until they did want to find each other.

Under the Red Moon

author: @kiisaka

artist: @mysterious-ink-slime

rating: T

summery: There is a legend about the red moon that has been passed down for generations. If the time is right, if the setting is right, the red moon will paint two people red and connect their souls.

The specifics of it have been long swallowed by the tides of time, so the red moon all know now is a false one. As false as it may be, it is still an important part for humanity.

As such, Shinichi is supposed to dance under it's false light with Ran. It was meant to make their engagement official, and yet...

Seconds before the red light hits them both, another Ran comes out of the crowd, pointing out that it is not her who is dancing with Shinichi; it is the one and only Kaitou KID.

worlds apart

author: cthulu_sun artist: kiisaka rating: T warnings: none apply summary: The door looms in the distance. His throat is tight, his stomach shivery. Excitement wages war with anxiety within him. Time slows, and as he approaches the door all he can hear is his heartbeat. He swallows. Gathers his courage. Opens the door, and - and - he's here. Lit up in gold. The world condenses into the warmth of his gaze, the delicate shifting of his hands, the rhythm of his breathing. Kaito is a boy lost beneath cherry blossom, touched by moonlight. Some deep, unknown part of him sings in relief, in recognition, in hope. Like coming home. (Like the war is only now slipping away from his bones). - Shinichi and Kaito live in separate worlds. The two of them are drawn together by a door that leads them through different dimensions, driven by an urge to search for something they can't name. Sometimes, it feels like their wandering will never end.