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Aoko hated Kaitou Kid a lot. Or, so she claimed. Any mention of Kid in her presence brought on a long lecture of why Kaitou Kid was bad that included several insults aimed at said phantom thief. She was bad about her temper flaring at just a glimpse of him in the news paper or even a comment made in passing never sat well with her. She’d immediately hop up on a soapbox and speak her mind. Most people were accustomed to this-it was just how Aoko was and if it helped her to sleep at night then she was more then welcome to express her hatred of the moonlight magician.
She did not, however, hold even a candle to her father. He threw tantrums at the mention of Kid and his favorite tactic for catching the thief was a good ole fashioned dog-pile-on-the-bandit. Which, never actually worked and Aoko had to secretly wonder if he’d ever figure that out. He spent all his time looking at past Kid articles or at the station preparing the next trap or going out to eat with the guy that was dead set on catching Kid and discussing future plans with him. And, above all else he yanked and pulled on anyone’s face that came within a fifty foot radius of whatever the heist target for the even was.
Aoko was bad about it. Her father was worse. So why anyone would want to take the deemed hopeless inspector from a Kid heist was anyone’s guess. But it wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t even seem to realize he wasn’t at the museum anymore and probably thought he’d walked into some sort of new exhibit. With as many times as he’d spent in the museum the past week getting things ready you’d think he knew every exhibit around the museum. Apparently not.
The determined inspector wrote it off as one of the Kid’s weird tricks that the little brat detective would probably figure out and pushed through the manor as he looked around for his task force members. They were fired. Every. Last. One. He couldn’t have them on his force if they couldn’t understand orders not to move from their posts and he had, had about twenty men in each room. He stopped dead at the end of a hallway as he was a very little brunette closing a door as she had just stepped out.
SO, that was his game? The now angry inspector stormed over to the girl in a skirt and stopped in front of her. “Too bad for you, I saw you step out of there, huh Kid?” He smirked evilly down at the poor girl.
Aoko froze as that voice sank in. She knew that voice. She also knew she was in trouble. Before she had time to back away the man she called her father jumped at her and she let out a loud squeak. Not because he was jumping at her-but because she knew what was about to happen.
He grabbed her cheeks painfully and started tugging harshly to as though trying to rip a mask off. Seeing as Aoko was not wearing a mask this only served to make her eyes water with the pain she was now feeling in her face. He gave one last final tug before letting go.
“Ow...” Aoko whined, rubbing her poor face as her cheeks were no doubt, now a reddish color. Rather then apologize for just trying to yank his own daughter’s face off, Ginzo Nakamori glared down at his daughter, looking at her as though she’d just been caught sneaking out.
“Aoko. You know you’re not supposed to be at Kid heists, you need to get home.” He stated sternly. He had very good reasons for not wanting his teenage daughter around Kaitou Kid heists. One, occasionally someone tried to take shots at the Kid and he did not want Aoko around for that. Kid Heist’s weren’t always as safe as they used to be. Two, Kaitou Kid was known to be a charmer and he definitely did not want his daughter falling for the bastard.
“You could at least warn people before you do that!” Aoko was not even a tad bit concerned with being in trouble. “Honestly! How would you like it if someone started pulling on your face!?”
“Someone has, every heist, someone has to pull on even my face to make sure I’m not that bastard. Now, you need to get home.” Now his daughter looked annoyed.
“...That’s great, really, but I can’t get home we’re both stuck here.”
“...Kaitou Kid doesn’t kidnap people, Aoko. Get home right this instant.” He raised his voice to show he was serious.
“I’m telling you I can’t!” She raised her voice right back. Generally, Aoko did everything her father told to without question-but not when she didn’t have a choice over the matter.
“Aoko...” He started as the door next door to the room Aoko had stepped out of opened and a tall blond with his bangs covering his left eye stepped out. Aoko paled. This was not going to end well. The inspector turned to face the newcomer with a smirk.
“Do you think I’ll be fooled by such a random disguise?”
“Huh?” Aoko tried to warn Yoh to go back in his room but it was already too late and she winced as her father gripped at the blond’s cheeks and started pulling, giving him the same treatment he’d shown his daughter. She could hear Yoh’s protests and immediately moved to grab Ginzo’s arm to pry him away from the boy. One final tug and Nakamori was satisfied.
“Hm, I guess Kid wouldn’t use such an obvious disguise after all.” He offered no apology.
“What the-” Yoh was probably still trying to get over the shock of someone suddenly and harshly pulling on his face while he rubbed the offended area. Now his cheeks were about the same color Aoko’s were.
“I-I’m so sorry!” Aoko apologized for her dad as he started to move through the hall again in search of the thief. “He um-er...” She started, sounding and looking utterly embarrassed for her dad’s sake.
“What the hell was that?” He mumbled, still rubbing at his cheeks.
“Oh um...” Aoko shuffled uneasily. “That’s just-um... my dad...” She offered. “H-he thought you were Kaitou Kid... I guess he thinks he’s at a heist-Oh! I have to stop him!” She suddenly realized before taking off after the man, leaving Yoh to just take in whatever the hell had just happened.
She did not, however, hold even a candle to her father. He threw tantrums at the mention of Kid and his favorite tactic for catching the thief was a good ole fashioned dog-pile-on-the-bandit. Which, never actually worked and Aoko had to secretly wonder if he’d ever figure that out. He spent all his time looking at past Kid articles or at the station preparing the next trap or going out to eat with the guy that was dead set on catching Kid and discussing future plans with him. And, above all else he yanked and pulled on anyone’s face that came within a fifty foot radius of whatever the heist target for the even was.
Aoko was bad about it. Her father was worse. So why anyone would want to take the deemed hopeless inspector from a Kid heist was anyone’s guess. But it wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t even seem to realize he wasn’t at the museum anymore and probably thought he’d walked into some sort of new exhibit. With as many times as he’d spent in the museum the past week getting things ready you’d think he knew every exhibit around the museum. Apparently not.
The determined inspector wrote it off as one of the Kid’s weird tricks that the little brat detective would probably figure out and pushed through the manor as he looked around for his task force members. They were fired. Every. Last. One. He couldn’t have them on his force if they couldn’t understand orders not to move from their posts and he had, had about twenty men in each room. He stopped dead at the end of a hallway as he was a very little brunette closing a door as she had just stepped out.
SO, that was his game? The now angry inspector stormed over to the girl in a skirt and stopped in front of her. “Too bad for you, I saw you step out of there, huh Kid?” He smirked evilly down at the poor girl.
Aoko froze as that voice sank in. She knew that voice. She also knew she was in trouble. Before she had time to back away the man she called her father jumped at her and she let out a loud squeak. Not because he was jumping at her-but because she knew what was about to happen.
He grabbed her cheeks painfully and started tugging harshly to as though trying to rip a mask off. Seeing as Aoko was not wearing a mask this only served to make her eyes water with the pain she was now feeling in her face. He gave one last final tug before letting go.
“Ow...” Aoko whined, rubbing her poor face as her cheeks were no doubt, now a reddish color. Rather then apologize for just trying to yank his own daughter’s face off, Ginzo Nakamori glared down at his daughter, looking at her as though she’d just been caught sneaking out.
“Aoko. You know you’re not supposed to be at Kid heists, you need to get home.” He stated sternly. He had very good reasons for not wanting his teenage daughter around Kaitou Kid heists. One, occasionally someone tried to take shots at the Kid and he did not want Aoko around for that. Kid Heist’s weren’t always as safe as they used to be. Two, Kaitou Kid was known to be a charmer and he definitely did not want his daughter falling for the bastard.
“You could at least warn people before you do that!” Aoko was not even a tad bit concerned with being in trouble. “Honestly! How would you like it if someone started pulling on your face!?”
“Someone has, every heist, someone has to pull on even my face to make sure I’m not that bastard. Now, you need to get home.” Now his daughter looked annoyed.
“...That’s great, really, but I can’t get home we’re both stuck here.”
“...Kaitou Kid doesn’t kidnap people, Aoko. Get home right this instant.” He raised his voice to show he was serious.
“I’m telling you I can’t!” She raised her voice right back. Generally, Aoko did everything her father told to without question-but not when she didn’t have a choice over the matter.
“Aoko...” He started as the door next door to the room Aoko had stepped out of opened and a tall blond with his bangs covering his left eye stepped out. Aoko paled. This was not going to end well. The inspector turned to face the newcomer with a smirk.
“Do you think I’ll be fooled by such a random disguise?”
“Huh?” Aoko tried to warn Yoh to go back in his room but it was already too late and she winced as her father gripped at the blond’s cheeks and started pulling, giving him the same treatment he’d shown his daughter. She could hear Yoh’s protests and immediately moved to grab Ginzo’s arm to pry him away from the boy. One final tug and Nakamori was satisfied.
“Hm, I guess Kid wouldn’t use such an obvious disguise after all.” He offered no apology.
“What the-” Yoh was probably still trying to get over the shock of someone suddenly and harshly pulling on his face while he rubbed the offended area. Now his cheeks were about the same color Aoko’s were.
“I-I’m so sorry!” Aoko apologized for her dad as he started to move through the hall again in search of the thief. “He um-er...” She started, sounding and looking utterly embarrassed for her dad’s sake.
“What the hell was that?” He mumbled, still rubbing at his cheeks.
“Oh um...” Aoko shuffled uneasily. “That’s just-um... my dad...” She offered. “H-he thought you were Kaitou Kid... I guess he thinks he’s at a heist-Oh! I have to stop him!” She suddenly realized before taking off after the man, leaving Yoh to just take in whatever the hell had just happened.