Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Theme: #13—paint the night with stars
Pairing: Kuroba Kaito/Nakamori Aoko
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I do not own them. I merely borrow them, drop them in a blender, hit puree, and watch them dance. Yes, dance, my pretties…ahem.
Summary: Aoko, come on. I want to show you something…
Aoko shifted a tiny bit in her sleep, not quite catching the whisper from her darkened window.
It came again, and again she moved ever so slightly, not quite waking up.
This time she opened her eyes and sat up and glanced around owlishly. Something had woken her up, but she didn’t have a clue what that something might be—she had thought perhaps she’d heard something, but…
“Psst!” Now a tap on the windowsill accompanied the whisper. “Hey, Aoko! Wake up!”
Now startled completely awake, she instinctively drew back at the sight of what seemed a shadow crouched on her windowsill. “Who’s there?” she whispered, trying to think of what she could use to defend herself against an intruder, and finding nothing.
The person uncoiled and slipped into the room—chuckling? “Geez, Aoko, calm down.” A flashlight clicked on, illuminating Kaito’s grinning face. “It’s just me. I’m not gonna mug you.”
Her apprehension drained as quickly as it had gathered, and she was flooded with irritation—and some embarrassment. How dare he scare her like that? And she hadn’t forgotten the argument from earlier that day at school, either—nor had he, she was quite sure. They’d had one of their rare “real” blow-outs during lunch at school that day, and quite frankly she couldn’t even remember what it was about. She wasn’t angry anymore…
Still, she folded her arms and put on her best Angry Face. “What’re you doing here?”
His grin faltered a bit in the flashlight’s glow. “Are you still mad?”
She really wasn’t, and she knew that he knew it. Sighing, she dropped the façade and shook her head. “No, I’m not angry.” Absently pushing her hair back with one hand (and finding it to be even more of a mess than normal), she gave Kaito a measuring Look. “Unless you don’t give me a really, and I do mean really, good explanation as to why you’re sneaking into my bedroom at—“ she paused and glanced at the clock, “—one-thirty in the morning.”
Furthermore, she was quite certain she had closed and locked that window before she’d gone to bed…oh well. She was probably thinking of another night, or imagining things. It had to have been open, or else how would he have gotten in?
“I came to kidnap you!” he proclaimed proudly.
Aoko stared at him. “Kidnap…me?” she repeated blankly.
He nodded emphatically. “Bingo! So come on!” He was at her bedside in an eye blink, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of bed. She was covered, thankfully—pajama pants and an oversized T-shirt made for very comfortable sleeping—but she was barefoot and probably looked an utter mess.
“Kaito!” she yelped, trying not to wake her father. “Hang on!”
He stopped and turned—and by she found her shoes dropping from his free hand into hers. “You need these, right? And it’s kinda chilly, so this too!” A sweatshirt landed on her head, leaving her plunged momentarily into total darkness.
Thirty seconds and one smack on the head later, Aoko found herself being dragged out the window. Now, she wasn’t exactly afraid of heights, but she wasn’t terribly fond of them, either. But it proved to be something of a moot point, as Kaito was pulling her towards the tree branch in one eye blink, and the slightly-damp grass was beneath her feet in the next. How he moved that fast—while pulling her along behind him, no less—left her baffled.
But there was no time to think!
Not really sure what else to do, Aoko let Kaito drag her along towards…wherever it was that he was taking her. She was only the tiniest bit apprehensive, though: this was Kaito. He was a prankster, and occasionally a jerk, but she trusted him implicitly. Whatever this surprise was, she had no fear that it was anything that would harm her.
It felt like they had been walking for quite a while (though it had really been closer to ten minutes) when he suddenly turned and led her off the sidewalk, down into a little roadside cluster of trees. It was then that he turned and grinned at her. For the majority of their walk, he hadn’t said much aside from crowing about how much she was going to like this.
“Shh…” he instructed, putting a finger to his lips before continuing in a whisper, “I found this a couple nights ago, and I wanted to show it to you. I think you’ll really like it. But you have to be really quiet, or else you’ll scare them.”
“Them?” Aoko whispered back. He didn’t say anything verbally, but she got her answer when Kaito pushed back a branch, took her hand, and led her into a small clearing amidst the trees.
The clearing was glowing.
It took her a moment to realize what it was.
There were fireflies everywhere. On the branches, the grass, and floating through the air. There were enough of them about, each with their own tiny flickering light, that Kaito’s flashlight wasn’t even necessary; they lit up the place all on their own.
Aoko knew she probably looked like an idiot, with her eyes all wide and her mouth hanging open, but she honestly couldn’t help it. She just kept looking around, moving so as not to disturb the fireflies or the tranquility of the scene. It was so…
“And if you look up…” he pointed.
She immediately raised her gaze. There was a circular break in the trees directly above them, offering her an unobstructed view of the stars. Innumerable, like a swath of diamonds painted across the inky darkness of the sky.
It was so peaceful, and so very beautiful. No sounds reached them there, no other lights save for the starlight and the fireflies. For all they knew, they could have been the last people left in the world. Just them and the night and the stars…
Kaito inched up a little closer to her so he didn’t have to talk quite as loudly. “I found this a couple nights ago, and I wanted to show it to you. I know I was an ass at school today,” he shrugged, “so I figured this was a good time to do it” He paused for a moment. “…do you like it?”
“Kaito, it’s beautiful!” Aoko breathed.
The fireflies cast their warm yellow glow like tiny earth-bound stars, highlighting his features and his soft smile. “Good,” he said simply. It was at this point that Aoko realized that Kaito had taken her hand to guide her into the clearing, but he hadn’t let go.
He didn’t say anything else for a long moment. He simply watched her look around for a while before he suddenly tugged on her arm, pulling her a bit closer. She didn’t resist, letting him pull her to his side and finally drop her hand to slip his arm around her waist. “Come on,” he whispered. “If your dad finds out you’re gone, I won’t live long enough to tell my mom I love her one last time.”
She giggled, taking one last look around. “Kaito?”
Her head lulled against his shoulder while her arm found its way around his waist. “Thank you.”
He chuckled and led her back through the trees to the sidewalk. “We can come again sometime.”
Walking together, with their arms still snaked around each other, Kaito and Aoko headed on their way towards home, now with a new memory and a secret to share. And the only witnesses were the stars.
PS. Random, pointless fluff. How I lurvs it. Hope you liked it too. But really, expect a good dose of angst in these, because a lot of the themes are not necessarily happy ones, so there will be some sad stories in this series. Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!