[Detective Conan/Magic Kaito] The Mop Girl and the Kaitou * chapter 1: themes 1, 2, 3

[lucathia]

Title: The Mop Girl and the Kaitou

Author: lucathia_rykatu

Pairing: Kuroba Kaito x Nakamori Aoko

Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito

Theme: 1. look over here 2. news; letter 3. jolt!

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or MK.

Notes: for 30_kisses A series of connected snippets of Kaito and Aoko’s life and how Kaito’s identity as Kaitou Kid affects their relationship and so forth. archived on livejournal and ffnet. Somewhat clichéd take on the two.

 

 

-----chapter 1: themes 1, 2, and 3-----

 

1. look over here

 

It was a normal day in school, well...as normal as a day could get with Kuroba Kaito in your class.  The teacher tried her hardest to teach her class of teenagers while Kaito once again tried his hardest at taunting his childhood friend, Nakamori Aoko.

 

“You can’t catch me, Aoko!” teased Kuroba. He flashed her a grin, confetti flying out of nowhere as he bowed mockingly, a signal to start their chase.

 

“Watch my mop kiss your back!” retorted Aoko, who grabbed a mop and swung it to prove her point.

 

“I’d like it much better if it wasn’t your mop that was doing the kissing.”

 

The class gasped, but otherwise just took it as part of Kaito’s plan to make Aoko angry.

 

Aoko blushed a bright red.

 

“Kaito!” she yelled, her swings becoming even more wild.

 

The teacher flipped open her textbook, opting to pretend as if she didn’t see or hear what the two students were doing.  She glanced at the open page briefly before saying, “Kuroba-kun, can you answer this question?” She then proceeded to ask Kuroba an extremely hard math problem.

 

As Kuroba Kaito ducked from a dangerous mop swing coming from none other than the pissed off Aoko, he grinned.  “Of course.  The answer is thirty.” He danced across the room, Aoko’s swings directing his every move. As she swung towards the left, he swerved to the right.  As she aimed for his right, he dodged to the left.  It was all a dance, and the director was Aoko.

 

The teacher double-checked the answer with the one she had written down.  Why was it that Kuroba never had to pay attention in class but could still get the questions right?  The teacher sighed.  “Nakamori-kun, why don’t you answer the next question?”

 

As Aoko aimed for Kaito’s legs with her mop, she said, “The answer is one, Sensei.” Meanwhile, Kaito jumped over one of his classmate’s desks to avoid getting hit.

 

The teacher sighed again as she turned to the chalkboard to write down the explanations for her other students.  There was no legitimate reason for her to berate Kuroba and Nakamori’s actions since they proved that they knew the material.

 

Students these days.

2. news; letter

Inspector Nakamori wished he could say that he utterly hated the card in front of him.  He swore and yelled and threw his binder against his office door, but in the end, he couldn’t lie to himself about the tiny feeling of glee that he felt.

 

He truly did look forward to these damn calling cards.  He picked the card up, scowling at the miniature, grinning self-doodle that the damn thief had of himself in the corner of the card.  From the thief’s tall white hat, to his dangling monocle and his wild grin, the thief wasn’t afraid to let the world know of his existence. 

 

Nakamori read the card to himself.

 

- 0 – 0 – 0 – 0 – 0 – 0 –0 – 0 – 0 – 0 -

When the tainted mists roll in,
And the gate to the other world opens herein,
He shall be watching the last dawn of the night,
As the dead walk the air with little might.

--Kaitou Kid  ^_O|

- 0 – 0 – 0 – 0 – 0 – 0 –0 – 0 – 0 – 0 -

 

He furrowed his eyebrows, feeling a headache coming up.  Why must he play these riddle games with him?  He remembered when Kaitou Kid’s calling cards had been simple and straight-forward, stating the time, location, and what he was going to steal without saying so much other fancy stuff. 

 

He glanced at the clock, sighing as he did so.  Aoko would be mad at him for staying away from home late again.  Damn that Kid, for taking away precious time from his daughter.

 

When he finally went home for the night after spending hours trying to decipher the riddle, Aoko swiftly gave him a goodnight kiss.

 

“Glad you’re home, Dad.”

 

Inspector Nakamori finally smiled, temporarily forgetting about the damn Kid.

 

3. jolt!

At times like these, Aoko wished she could thwack Kaitou Kid with her mop.

 

“Aha! I get it now!” said her father excitedly.  Aoko paused in making breakfast as she glanced in his direction. She frowned upon noticing that he had a bunch of newspapers spread out in front of him among his other papers and was looking at the card that Kaitou Kid had sent. 

 

Not again!  Damn that Kid for making her father obsessive with catching him!

 

“Sorry Aoko, I have to leave for my office now.  See you later...I might be late coming back.”

 

Aoko didn’t even have a chance to protest before her father stood up hastily, grabbing his coat off of the back of his chair, and made his way out of the front door.

 

Dejectedly, she finished making breakfast and packed it as her lunch.  She had no desire to eat it right now, not with her father’s abrupt leave.

 

Why was it that Kaitou Kid seemed to be more important to her father than she was?

 

She stuffed the bento box into her backpack, glancing around the empty kitchen to see if she had forgotten anything.

 

When she locked the door, Kaito was already waiting for her outside of the house, his book bag slung over his shoulder sloppily, his shirt halfway tucked in.  His wild hair was sticking out in the back, his blue eyes dancing around at some joke that only he knew of.  Aoko couldn’t help but feel her spirits lift a bit when Kaito gave her his infamous and at the same time somewhat annoying grin.

 

At times like these, she was glad that Kaito was her neighbor.  She couldn’t imagine being alone...without her father, and without Kaito.

 

She almost blushed as she remembered his teasing the day before when he had implied that he’d much rather her kissing him than her mop.  Had be been serious?  But...but this was Kaito that she was talking about...who knew when he was serious and when he was joking.  He had said it as such an off-hand remark...

 

She tried her hardest to convince herself that he hadn’t meant anything with his words.  This was Kaito that she was thinking about after all! 

 

They were childhood friends...and nothing more.

 

-----to be continued-----

 

next up: themes 4, 5, 6

 

Comments

[mankin-rp.livejournal.com]

--Kaitou Kid  ^_O|

That's so cute. I can see his moncoles (sp)! >//<

Nya, Kaito is so cute.

[lucathia]

Hehe...Kaito is very cute! XD

Hm...I think I put his monocle on the wrong eye! T_T||

Should prolly be like this:

|O_^

[mankin-rp.livejournal.com]

lolz. I've never even paid attention to his notes before, but the chibi KID with the moncle is just too cute to miss. >.<

I'm not sure if Magic Kaitou will ever be continued, but it's just nice to find MK fanfics around. ^_^

[kay-hearts.livejournal.com]

agree, what a cute emoticon ^_^

love the fic too, wanna know already what hapens

|O_^

[lucathia]

XD
Thanks for reading~

Hehe, yay, it's been branded as a new emoticon!

|O_^

[aoko.livejournal.com]

It's really cool!
I like that emoticon too! It's a great idea n.n!
I wanna read the next chapters now n.n!!!