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The third time was for revenge-- and to get him to stop smirking.
She hadn't forgotten that incident in the alleyway of Bangkok, and she had sworn she would get him back for it... whenever she saw him again. As it were, she had to wait two months, and she was far, far out of her element when she spotted his mop of a head in a crowd of noisy dancers and bar-hoppers.
Dance clubs weren't really her thing. First off, she didn't know how to dance at all, and she was far too shy to really thrive in social settings. But the European girl she and Kazuha had befriended in London several months ago during one of their raids was so glad to see them in town again that she invited them out as soon as she could. Aoko genuinely liked the girl, and she had felt a little closed off from the world lately due to her work, so she agreed.
Granted, she had no idea that the outfit required for dancing would be so small. She held her head high despite the insecurities that plagued her mind as she stepped into the neon-painted dance room. At least she wasn't alone. That is, wasn't alone until Kazuha spotted Heiji across the room and practically flew into his arms. It made sense; Kazuha hadn't seen her boyfriend in so long, so of course she'd want to spend time with him.
She had almost called it quits for the night when he suddenly came into view. Kaito. Casual, reckless Kaito in all of his lazily dressed glory, sitting at the bar with what looked like a water and a bowl of chocolate ice cream in front of him. He was such a dork. It was awkward, but he was the only person she knew, so she sat down next to him and greeted him with a thwap to the head.
He kept her entertained with idle chatter for most of the rest of the night, which was more than she could ask for. He told her about some of his recent raids, and how he had met Kudo at one of them and completely pulled the wool over the other boy's head (she suspected he was embellishing his story to exaggerated levels). He never gave her minute details, and he never spoke to her of his mission. He never did. She had come to expect this of him, so she didn't ask.
Sometime during their conversation, he turned away from her and gestured to a blonde across the room. See her? Think I'm gonna try talking to her before the night is over.
Aoko wrinkled her nose at him. I didn't know you liked bimbos, she retorted, I thought you would have always gone for the classier types.
Like who, you? He was smirking at her. So very smug, even though she knew he was teasing. If I didn't know better, I would have thought you were stalking me across the world.
So smug. So. Damn. Smug, especially with his teasing. He probably expected her to retract into herself in embarrassment. She did something else entirely instead.
This time, she did have to pull him toward her, and the only thing she regretted was not being able to savor his look of surprise as she kissed him so thoroughly her thoughts were muddled with nothing but he is such a jerk and she's not good enough for him and mine. She kissed him in front of the entire club, throwing her shame at this blatant public display of affection away for more pressing matters. She thought she might have heard someone whistle.
And then, she pulled away, hand still curled into the fabric of his shirt, and studied his expression (slack-jawed and surprised and so very, very confused, and for some reason that made her feel so very, very satisfied). She didn't try to hide her smile as she licked her lips and let him go. Good night, Kaito.
He never managed to speak to the blonde girl.
(P.S. She would never know he never really wanted to).
She hadn't forgotten that incident in the alleyway of Bangkok, and she had sworn she would get him back for it... whenever she saw him again. As it were, she had to wait two months, and she was far, far out of her element when she spotted his mop of a head in a crowd of noisy dancers and bar-hoppers.
Dance clubs weren't really her thing. First off, she didn't know how to dance at all, and she was far too shy to really thrive in social settings. But the European girl she and Kazuha had befriended in London several months ago during one of their raids was so glad to see them in town again that she invited them out as soon as she could. Aoko genuinely liked the girl, and she had felt a little closed off from the world lately due to her work, so she agreed.
Granted, she had no idea that the outfit required for dancing would be so small. She held her head high despite the insecurities that plagued her mind as she stepped into the neon-painted dance room. At least she wasn't alone. That is, wasn't alone until Kazuha spotted Heiji across the room and practically flew into his arms. It made sense; Kazuha hadn't seen her boyfriend in so long, so of course she'd want to spend time with him.
She had almost called it quits for the night when he suddenly came into view. Kaito. Casual, reckless Kaito in all of his lazily dressed glory, sitting at the bar with what looked like a water and a bowl of chocolate ice cream in front of him. He was such a dork. It was awkward, but he was the only person she knew, so she sat down next to him and greeted him with a thwap to the head.
He kept her entertained with idle chatter for most of the rest of the night, which was more than she could ask for. He told her about some of his recent raids, and how he had met Kudo at one of them and completely pulled the wool over the other boy's head (she suspected he was embellishing his story to exaggerated levels). He never gave her minute details, and he never spoke to her of his mission. He never did. She had come to expect this of him, so she didn't ask.
Sometime during their conversation, he turned away from her and gestured to a blonde across the room. See her? Think I'm gonna try talking to her before the night is over.
Aoko wrinkled her nose at him. I didn't know you liked bimbos, she retorted, I thought you would have always gone for the classier types.
Like who, you? He was smirking at her. So very smug, even though she knew he was teasing. If I didn't know better, I would have thought you were stalking me across the world.
So smug. So. Damn. Smug, especially with his teasing. He probably expected her to retract into herself in embarrassment. She did something else entirely instead.
This time, she did have to pull him toward her, and the only thing she regretted was not being able to savor his look of surprise as she kissed him so thoroughly her thoughts were muddled with nothing but he is such a jerk and she's not good enough for him and mine. She kissed him in front of the entire club, throwing her shame at this blatant public display of affection away for more pressing matters. She thought she might have heard someone whistle.
And then, she pulled away, hand still curled into the fabric of his shirt, and studied his expression (slack-jawed and surprised and so very, very confused, and for some reason that made her feel so very, very satisfied). She didn't try to hide her smile as she licked her lips and let him go. Good night, Kaito.
He never managed to speak to the blonde girl.
(P.S. She would never know he never really wanted to).