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29 April 2007 @ 12:57 pm
Movie Night (40 Nights: Kaito/Aoko)  
Title: Movie Night
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Author: Candyland
Theme: #11—You will never look at me
Pairing: Kuroba Kaito/Nakamori Aoko
Rating: PG
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: Do you ever watch me?



Saturday night frequently meant Movie Night.

Movie Night meant popcorn and watching whatever they felt like watching until they both zonked out on the couch and woke up to find that one of the parentals had tucked them in while they slumbered on.

In short, all involved parties were happy.

Well…sort of.

Aoko really wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment. It wasn’t anybody’s fault, she just didn’t feel too hot. And the source of her unhappiness was sitting on the other end of the couch, completely oblivious to the fact that she was miserable because of him.

The movie was playing. The lights were dim. The sky outside was darkened with the late hour. They were alone. It would have been perfectly romantic…if one party didn’t seem so completely unaware that there was anything that needed to be changed at all. Yet in spite of it all, she just kept on smiling, and discretely observing.

He was watching the movie intently, chuckling at the appropriate moments. It was a comedy, one that he’d been dying to see for quite a while. She didn’t want to bother him by speaking when he was so engrossed in the film…Aoko watched him for a minute. There was something she’d come to realize as of late, and she sort of wanted to ask him…if he’d only turn his head…

She sighed. Who am I kidding? You’ll never look at me. Not the way I want you to, at least…

“Hey,” Kaito reached over and tugged lightly on a strand of her hair.

Aoko shook herself back to reality at the word and gesture, and quickly realized that she had been staring—rather obviously. She immediately felt her face heat up. “W-what?” Oh no, he saw! Crap…

“Like what you see?” he said with a grin, still tweaking a section of her bangs between his fingers.

Aoko’s face was ready to burst into flames. “Baka!” she snapped.

“Well, I don’t blame you for staring at beautiful ol’ me,” he said cheerily, tapping her forehead with the tip of his index finger. “How could you not stare at this face?”

“HMPH!” Aoko whipped around, stuck her nose in the air, and folded her arms in a perfect pout, giving him an excellent view of the back of her head. “Why in the world would I want to look at you?”

“Have you seen my eyes lately?” he laughed. “They’re gorgeous!”

“Whatever,” she muttered, not wanting to admit that the thought had crossed her mind.

“Fine, then.” Suddenly, he was sitting in front of her.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re pouting,” he said matter-of-factly. “Don’t make me cheer you up…”

“Kaito, what are you doing?” Aoko asked. Panic faintly colored her tone as she leaned back.

His smirk was the only answer before he pounced in an all-out tickle attack.

Aoko screamed, but there was no time to dodge. He already had her legs caught (carefully!) between his knees, and his fingers were already working their way up and down her sides in feather-light touches. He was cackling like a mad scientist while she shrieked with laughter and squirmed in a half-hearted attempt to escape.

The pleasant torture only lasted about fifteen seconds before he relented and stopped tickling her, though he kept her pinned. He just watched her with a grin while she tried to catch her breath. When she finally gave him a feigned glare, he just smiled happily. “Feel better now?”

“Why do you always have to destroy my bad moods?” Aoko half-whined, though she was smiling in spite of herself. “And get off me!”

“Because I can!” he cheered, not obliging her request for freedom. “And besides, you’re no fun when you’re all mad—unless you’re swinging a mop at my head. That’s fun.” He dodged the wide swing she automatically took at him. “See? You’re smiling! You’ve been down all night!” He leaned back to let her sit up. It was a bit awkward; he was still straddling her legs, making them very close together once she was sitting upright.

Aoko gave him a curious look. “You…noticed?”

“’Course I noticed,” he shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“When did you notice?” she asked.

“You got kinda droopy five minutes into the movie,” Kaito replied. “I’ve been trying to figure out what’s bugging you, but you weren’t giving me any hints. So I decided to cheer you up instead.” He was all smiles, so proud of himself.

“How did you—“

His smile softened, and she stopped in mid-question. “Because I just know you that well.”

Aoko felt herself blush. “Can I have a hug? Please?” she asked in a whisper.

“C’mere.”

There wasn’t much distance to close between them. Aoko found her face buried in the bright blue fleece of his sweatshirt. There was a warmth that wasn’t just from his arms, either…

“Feel better?” he asked, not letting her go just yet.

“Hmm…thanks,” she murmured against his shoulder.

“Good.”

“I didn’t know you saw…”

Now he let go, so he could lean back and look at her. “Why wouldn’t I see that you’re bummed?”

“Because you don’t look at me!” It slipped out without her permission, and both of her hands immediately jumped to cover her mouth in horror. That wasn’t supposed to come out, she wasn’t supposed to say that to him, he wasn’t supposed to hear that…

Kaito frowned for a minute before a light seemed to click on…and he smiled. “Says who?”

How did he move so fast? One minute, she was leaning back a little bit, unable to escape because her legs were still trapped beneath his knees. The next, he’d flipped her around and pulled her back against him, one arm around her waist, the other looped around her shoulders.

“Kaito, what’re you doing?” she asked nervously. She was ready to burst into flames!

“Watching the movie,” he said.

Aoko tried to focus on the movie. She really did. But it was really hard to concentrate with Kaito’s warmth behind her, Kaito’s heartbeat pounding into her back, and Kaito’s fingers tracing tiny patterns on her side and shoulder. “Kaito?” she said quietly after a few minutes (and two pratfalls in the movie).

“What’s up?”

“…do you watch me?”

“This,” he replied, “is a secret.”

“Jerk. Tell me.”

“You caught me. I’m stalking you. I see everything you do.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. Now watch the movie.”

“You’re still a jerk.”

Kaito didn’t respond. But his hold tightened a little tiny bit, and they settled in for the movie’s conclusion…even though they had little to no clue what was happening because they’d missed so much of the movie’s actual storyline.

Movie Night, Aoko decided right then, was definitely her favorite night of the week.




PS. And lo, it was…very short. Oh well, ‘twas a plunnie and it refused to go away, even though it wound up going in pretty much the opposite direction of where I thought it would go. So you get fluff! Hope y’all enjoyed this little story. Thanks for reading, all. Much love!