[Feb 9th] [Magic Kaitou] End of Innocence
Title: The Longest Night: End of Innocence [Random Scene]
Day/Theme: February 9th - "Yet let me kiss my lord before I die"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Nakamori Aoko
Rating: PG-13
He gave a flash of a grin while pulling at the brim of his top hat. "Wish me luck!" he said brightly.
Aoko gave him a withering look. "I hope my father catches you."
Kid snerked, knowing that that would be the closest he would get to having a "break a leg" or even the performers' curse of a true "good luck". The fact that she didn't jinx him with those words certainly said a lot.
Then again, she probably just hadn't thought about that particular stage tradition.
He went for the door, hand grabbing onto the knob and ready to twist it open, before he paused and then turned around, saying, "Aoko-san--"
He froze when he saw that he was nose-to-nose with the girl.
Heart hammering in his chest at the surprise, Kaito was just relieved that the room was still dark as always and he hadn't had time to open the door. Not only because the darkness aided in hiding his features, but because it hid the blush that suddenly and without warning heated his face at their close proximity.
"Ah..." he managed to finally get out. "Aoko-san, why are you following me?"
She cocked her head to the side. "So I can watch."
He tried not to put his hand to his face in exasperation. "I'm afraid you'll only disappointed again when I escape," he said as lightly at possible, keeping in mind that the girl was still on the opposite end of the spectrum even if she had helped him.
An annoyed sound came from Aoko then as she shifted her stance a bit. "Even if you escape," she began hotly in a manner that just made him grin more, "I will still cheer for my father to catch you. And one day he will." She stopped for a moment, suddenly seeming a bit more hesitant. "And I'm not going to watch just to watch you make a fool of my father again."
That made him pause for a moment. "Oh?" he asked, nonchalant. "For what reason then?"
"In case you hurt yourself again."
Not knowing what to say to that, he just stood there and tried to see her in the darkness. He could tell she was uncomfortable about admitting it to him, but exactly why was that so? Not able to find any true answer to that question, he softened his smile a bit and quietly told her, "You don't have to worry about me, Aoko-san. I even got permission from Jii-chan this time. I should be all right, if a bit sore at the end of the evening. You really shouldn't concern yourself--"
"Kind of hard not to when I've been doing it all summer," she murmured, almost to herself.
His lips quirked into a bit more cheerful of a smile. "True enough," he said before reaching out and taking one of her hands in his own. "I hardly know how to even begin to repay you for all of it."
"You can start by giving me my hand back," was the deadpanned response.
The thief chuckled a bit before replying wittily, "Good things come to those who wait," before placing a quick kiss on the back of said hand.
Only to pause as he felt, even through the gloves he wore, that pulse under his fingertips speeding up just a bit faster, making him slowly pull away from the hand rather than letting it go as requested. As he peered curiously at the girl, feeling his own heart beginning to work over time in response to hers. Aoko shifted again, this time in a hesitant manner that almost seemed... embarrassed?
It was only after another moment of silence that she cleared her throat and asked, "Can I have my hand back now?"
Quickly working his tongue to wet his dry mouth--just when did it get hot in there?--he answered without missing a beat, "Of course, Aoko-san."
He didn't know what had possessed him, but he lifted her hand against to his lips, this time looking upward in the darkness in a poor attempt to see what kind of reaction she would have.
Nothing happened for a long moment, and then the hand was snatched from his grasp.
"Idiot," the girl snapped in an almost breathy manner, obviously shaken by something. "That's not letting go."
Not knowing any longer just what it was he was doing, he quietly countered, "You didn't ask to be let go."
Silence followed that statement.
And the night just seemed to get heavier with the air growing thicker, making it hard to keep his breathing steady.
Then Aoko attempted to get them back on track. "You should get going, shouldn't you? You're going to be late..."
"I was actually planning to be there a couple of hours earlier," he said, not moving from where he was and realizing that she wasn't either. "To make sure everything was set up right and maybe take time to stretch out a bit..."
A soft snort of derision came at that, though it seemed more half-hearted than normal. "What? Practice for a heist?" she asked in a manner that would have been sarcastic but ended up being more of the wry sort of humor than anything else.
Not able to help himself, he laughed a bit. "Well, I didn't want to make the same mistake I did last time," he said quite honestly and quickly cut her off before she could start up her "I told you so"s by putting a hand to her face and leaning forward just a bit more as he softly said, "Thank you for helping me through that, and for even trying to warn me not to. You have no idea how much I owe you for this summer, Aoko-san."
Again, before she could begin to say anything to refute his words, he cut her off.
This time by stealing her words with a kiss.
A kiss that, while short, chaste, and even could be taken as a simple expression of thanks, opened a whole new can of worms.
The thief, knowing that he had just done something that he should not have and feeling a tumult of conflicting emotions and thoughts crash around within him as a result, quickly pulled away and then backed away, standing there almost stunned for a moment. When nothing was said after another moment of silence, however, he quickly let out a bit of a laugh, despite how awkward it sounded at that moment in time. "Well, I must be off," he said quickly, turning to the door again and opening it this time just before he glanced back over his shoulder to add, "Thanks for the luck!"
He tried to put from his mind the sight of Aoko standing there with a stunned look on her flushed face as he quickly went down the back alleys to the location of the heist.
It didn't help at all that his own face burned with a whole slew of emotions--embarrassment, excitement... anger, shame.
He had just made things even more complicated rather than easier.
-end of scene-
Blaaaaaaaaaaaargh. *flails about before falling over*
... have I ever mentioned how much I hate writing anything resembling fluff?
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Day/Theme: February 9th - "Yet let me kiss my lord before I die"
Series: Magic Kaitou
Character/Pairing: Kuroba Kaito, Nakamori Aoko
Rating: PG-13
He gave a flash of a grin while pulling at the brim of his top hat. "Wish me luck!" he said brightly.
Aoko gave him a withering look. "I hope my father catches you."
Kid snerked, knowing that that would be the closest he would get to having a "break a leg" or even the performers' curse of a true "good luck". The fact that she didn't jinx him with those words certainly said a lot.
Then again, she probably just hadn't thought about that particular stage tradition.
He went for the door, hand grabbing onto the knob and ready to twist it open, before he paused and then turned around, saying, "Aoko-san--"
He froze when he saw that he was nose-to-nose with the girl.
Heart hammering in his chest at the surprise, Kaito was just relieved that the room was still dark as always and he hadn't had time to open the door. Not only because the darkness aided in hiding his features, but because it hid the blush that suddenly and without warning heated his face at their close proximity.
"Ah..." he managed to finally get out. "Aoko-san, why are you following me?"
She cocked her head to the side. "So I can watch."
He tried not to put his hand to his face in exasperation. "I'm afraid you'll only disappointed again when I escape," he said as lightly at possible, keeping in mind that the girl was still on the opposite end of the spectrum even if she had helped him.
An annoyed sound came from Aoko then as she shifted her stance a bit. "Even if you escape," she began hotly in a manner that just made him grin more, "I will still cheer for my father to catch you. And one day he will." She stopped for a moment, suddenly seeming a bit more hesitant. "And I'm not going to watch just to watch you make a fool of my father again."
That made him pause for a moment. "Oh?" he asked, nonchalant. "For what reason then?"
"In case you hurt yourself again."
Not knowing what to say to that, he just stood there and tried to see her in the darkness. He could tell she was uncomfortable about admitting it to him, but exactly why was that so? Not able to find any true answer to that question, he softened his smile a bit and quietly told her, "You don't have to worry about me, Aoko-san. I even got permission from Jii-chan this time. I should be all right, if a bit sore at the end of the evening. You really shouldn't concern yourself--"
"Kind of hard not to when I've been doing it all summer," she murmured, almost to herself.
His lips quirked into a bit more cheerful of a smile. "True enough," he said before reaching out and taking one of her hands in his own. "I hardly know how to even begin to repay you for all of it."
"You can start by giving me my hand back," was the deadpanned response.
The thief chuckled a bit before replying wittily, "Good things come to those who wait," before placing a quick kiss on the back of said hand.
Only to pause as he felt, even through the gloves he wore, that pulse under his fingertips speeding up just a bit faster, making him slowly pull away from the hand rather than letting it go as requested. As he peered curiously at the girl, feeling his own heart beginning to work over time in response to hers. Aoko shifted again, this time in a hesitant manner that almost seemed... embarrassed?
It was only after another moment of silence that she cleared her throat and asked, "Can I have my hand back now?"
Quickly working his tongue to wet his dry mouth--just when did it get hot in there?--he answered without missing a beat, "Of course, Aoko-san."
He didn't know what had possessed him, but he lifted her hand against to his lips, this time looking upward in the darkness in a poor attempt to see what kind of reaction she would have.
Nothing happened for a long moment, and then the hand was snatched from his grasp.
"Idiot," the girl snapped in an almost breathy manner, obviously shaken by something. "That's not letting go."
Not knowing any longer just what it was he was doing, he quietly countered, "You didn't ask to be let go."
Silence followed that statement.
And the night just seemed to get heavier with the air growing thicker, making it hard to keep his breathing steady.
Then Aoko attempted to get them back on track. "You should get going, shouldn't you? You're going to be late..."
"I was actually planning to be there a couple of hours earlier," he said, not moving from where he was and realizing that she wasn't either. "To make sure everything was set up right and maybe take time to stretch out a bit..."
A soft snort of derision came at that, though it seemed more half-hearted than normal. "What? Practice for a heist?" she asked in a manner that would have been sarcastic but ended up being more of the wry sort of humor than anything else.
Not able to help himself, he laughed a bit. "Well, I didn't want to make the same mistake I did last time," he said quite honestly and quickly cut her off before she could start up her "I told you so"s by putting a hand to her face and leaning forward just a bit more as he softly said, "Thank you for helping me through that, and for even trying to warn me not to. You have no idea how much I owe you for this summer, Aoko-san."
Again, before she could begin to say anything to refute his words, he cut her off.
This time by stealing her words with a kiss.
A kiss that, while short, chaste, and even could be taken as a simple expression of thanks, opened a whole new can of worms.
The thief, knowing that he had just done something that he should not have and feeling a tumult of conflicting emotions and thoughts crash around within him as a result, quickly pulled away and then backed away, standing there almost stunned for a moment. When nothing was said after another moment of silence, however, he quickly let out a bit of a laugh, despite how awkward it sounded at that moment in time. "Well, I must be off," he said quickly, turning to the door again and opening it this time just before he glanced back over his shoulder to add, "Thanks for the luck!"
He tried to put from his mind the sight of Aoko standing there with a stunned look on her flushed face as he quickly went down the back alleys to the location of the heist.
It didn't help at all that his own face burned with a whole slew of emotions--embarrassment, excitement... anger, shame.
He had just made things even more complicated rather than easier.
-end of scene-
Blaaaaaaaaaaaargh. *flails about before falling over*
... have I ever mentioned how much I hate writing anything resembling fluff?
.