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29 April 2007 @ 01:37 pm
Campfire Tales (40 Nights: Kaito/Aoko)  
Title: Campfire Tales
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Author: Candyland
Theme: #16—you don’t know what you have done to 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: Camping can be hazardous to your health.



When Aoko approached him and asked if he wanted to go camping with her and her father over the coming weekend, Kaito had immediately responded to the affirmative. They hadn’t done anything like that in a long time, and it sounded like fun.

It was for this reason that he found himself squeezed into a car with the gruff Inspector (who’d taken a few days off at the insistence of Kaitou Kid himself, no less!), Aoko, and all the necessary equipment for a few days outside, reconnecting with Mother Nature.

He stared out the window at the passing scenery. Everything was so lovely! It was a beautiful day for camping out, and it was supposed to be a great night for sleeping under the stars. Plus, wherever they were going was right next to a lake, so plenty of fun opportunities there. This was going to be a blast!

Yet as they approached the campgrounds, Kaito couldn’t help but think that he had a really, really bad feeling about this, a bad feeling that he just couldn’t shake…

-o-


The campsite they’d gone to was out in the middle of nowhere, and so Aoko suggested that they take a hike in the woods. It was the perfect day for it, and the trees would provided plenty of shade. While Nakamori-keibu opted to stay behind and set up the campsite, the two teenagers headed off into the woods to enjoy what was left of the late afternoon.

Kaito found them each a decent stick to use for a walking stick. Nature did take its course, and they did engage in one mock sword fight before resuming their wandering around. There were several worn trails through the trees, marking the paths of those who had meandered here before them.

But it wasn’t long before the usual bickering appeared. The cause this time was the fact that Kaito (and his excellent memory) seemed to know everything about the woods. He kept pointing to things, identifying them, and explaining about them. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he would just stop smirking.

Finally, Aoko let out a huff and poked him in the back with her stick. “Okay, fine. You apparently know everything. Now prove to me that you know how to shut up, oh Master of the World.”

Kaito turned his head to say something (most likely a snarky something) over his shoulder at her, and in taking his eyes from the unfamiliar path. It was for only a few seconds, but it was just long enough for a tree root to appear in front of him. His foot caught on it, sending him face-first to the ground.

Aoko started to laugh and strolled past him. “Oh, that was beautiful!” She slowed her step only slightly until he’d gotten back to his feet, and then resumed walking along at a normal pace, still chuckling as he tried to wipe the dirt from his clothes, face, and hands.

Now walking two steps behind her, Kaito silently stuck his fingers into his water bottle and fished out a good-sized chunk of ice. He hummed cheerily, took aim…and with a flick of his wrist, he expertly sent the ice cube straight down the back of Aoko’s shirt.

She reacted exactly as she was supposed to, save for her attack involved a long thin walking stick instead of her traditional mop. She whipped around and took a swing at him. He ducked, also as was normal for them. However, the status quo shifted a wee bit.

Aoko’s stick hit a tree. Hard.

And in keeping with her role as Resident Bitch, Fate decided to have some fun.

Kaito heard the buzzing before he felt the impact and it sent him to the ground. He stood up again, shaking his head, and looked down to see what had hit him. There, at his feet, was a beehive.

And flying all around him, buzzing noisily, were some very angry bees.

It took a moment for all of this to register. And then Kaito did what instinct told him to: he took off at a dead run. The furious bees followed him, leaving Aoko standing there, wondering what the hell had just happened, and trying very hard to convince herself that whatever it was, it somehow wasn’t her fault.

Meanwhile, Kaito zipped through the trees, being chased by a whole swarm of angry bees. He rushed past Nakamori Ginzo, who was lighting a campfire…and looked incredibly confused at the sudden spectacle from his daughter’s best friend—not that spectacles were unusual for Kaito, but they tended to be a bit more showy than simply running by while screaming his head off.

And most of Kaito’s spectacles tended to end with something happening to someone else. But in this case, it was Kaito himself who wound up jumping into the lake. Probably, the Inspector reasoned, to avoid the mad horde of stinging insects chasing him.

It seemed like eons before the young man resurfaced. By that time, the bees had all apparently grown tired of waiting and had gone on to seek other interests. Kaito came back to the world of the living coughing and sputtering and looking around for evil buggy…things.

Aoko, meanwhile, had caught up with him and was standing on the shore…laughing her head off.

“This is your fault!” he yelled, slapping one hand angrily against the water’s surface. It made a nice little splash. “See what you did to me!” A few seconds later, he’d made it back to the safety of the beach. He stood up and glared at his best friend. “Could you at least get me a towel or something?”

-o-


After Kaito dried off a bit (and put some ointment on his bee stings), Aoko suggested that they go boating. It took surprisingly little effort to convince him to go back near the water again, given his earlier entry had been a little less controlled and a little less willing.

A short while later, after getting the fatherly speech about safety and wearing lifejackets and sticking together and so on and so forth, they headed down to the lake. The boathouse there was relatively well equipped for vacationers, with different types of boats and all the necessary accessories for some time out on the lake. A bit of discussion later, they decided to take a stab at kayaking. The sun was just starting to set, painting the sky a myriad of colors.

It took Aoko a little while to get the hang of paddling with the double-ended oar. Kaito, on the other hand, had it down in no time. And he made sure that she knew he had it by paddling in circles around her and laughing and teasing her while she wobbled in her kayak.

Once she got it down, they wound up in a very low-speed chase, going across the lake. Kaito was still being a royal pain in the ass, and quite frankly she was getting sick of it. Part of her still felt a little bit sorry for him, after the beehive incident, but the rest of her said to let him have it where it hurt most.

Taken by a sudden thought (and realizing that she had a prime opportunity to give her best friend some well-deserved crap), Aoko reached out and tapped on the side of Kaito’s kayak with her paddle. “Aren’t there fish in this lake? I saw some guys over there fishing earlier—so there must be fishies!”

His reaction was that of a person who has just found himself in the path of a charging rhino. His eyes widened, and he stammered something incoherent about going back to shore before lowering his paddle into the water to start paddling like hell. His goal was to break the sound barrier and get back to the dock safely without coming into contact with any f-f-fish.

He pushed on the paddle.

The water pushed back.

The water won.

And the kayak flipped over, sending Kaito splashing headfirst into the lake.

Fortunately, he was wearing a life vest, so he didn’t go down too far. Instead, he just sort of bobbed there in the water, coughing and sputtering and trying to get his bearings. With one hand, he shoved his dripping bangs out of his face and looked around, blinking owlishly.

It was at that point that he seemed to recognize that he was in the exact place he had been trying to get away from. Namely, he was in the water. The water was where the fishies were. And fishies were evil.

Evil, evil little swimmie-type creatures.

“Kaito, are you okay?” Aoko asked. She had paddled up beside him, and was poking him with the edge of her oar in an attempt to get a reaction. “Hello? Anyone home? Earth paging Kaito, have we met?”

He let out a little meep of terror and panic…and then he was off at Mach-2, moving fast enough that he was actually running on the surface of the water towards the safety of the shore.

When Aoko caught up to him, she couldn't help but start laughing. "Ummm, Kaito?" she giggled.

He wrapped his arms self-consciously around himself, but it did little to hide the fact that his white T-shirt was soaked straight through. "Why are you looking, anyway? Hentai..."

-o-


The sun had set, and it was nighttime over the campgrounds. It was a beautiful night, too—crystal clear, with an abundance of stars. The only complaint anyone had was that the temperature was a little bit on the low side for total comfort.

Nakamori-keibu had opted to retire for bed a bit early, having reminded his daughter and her best friend to make certain that they completely extinguished the campfire before they went to bed, and to not stay up too late. Then he’d left them to the night, the fire, and their roasting sticks.

Kaito sneezed and shivered. Aoko, sitting on the log-bench beside him, rolled her eyes.

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” she sighed, studying her marshmallow carefully. It was nice and burned to blackness and had just started on fire, meaning that it was ready to be applied to the chocolate slab and smooshed between two graham crackers to form the world’s most perfect camping food: the s’more. “Stop being such a drama queen. And maybe if you put some shoes on, you wouldn’t be so cold.”

“I’ve gotten soaked twice today!” he said adamantly, shivering again. “My shoes are drenched, too!” He’d yanked on a sweatshirt against the chill, but it wasn’t helping a great deal. He stood up and started pacing back and forth beside the campfire, rubbing his hands up and down his arms to try and create some friction for warmth. Sadly, all he really managed to do was aggravate the stings again.

Aoko continued to watch her marshmallow.

“Man, it’s getting colder,” he said with another sneeze before turning to give her a cheeky grin; he bent down and leaned in close to her, brushing his nose ever so slightly against her cheek. “Ya know, two in the same sleeping bag would be a lot warmer than one—“

Aoko jerked back and gave him a hard push on the shoulder. “Would you shut up already?”

He must not have been expecting her to push him that hard, because he stumbled backwards a few steps, arms flailing as he struggled to regain his balance. He did steady himself…and looked down and realized that he had stepped into the campfire pit.

Barefoot.

Right on top of the burning campfire that they had been using to roast marshmallows for s’mores.

It is possible for one to move one’s finger through a flame without feeling anything, or to briefly touch a hot surface without being burned. It can take a few seconds for such a sensation to register. It was for this reason that Kaito didn’t immediately realize that his foot was on fire. But once the burning hit…well, he did what any normal person would do.

Kaito screamed in pain and jumped back, hopping up and down on one foot while waving his arms wildly in an attempt to keep his balance. It was a foregone conclusion, though, and he wound up flat on his back on the grass, still kicking and flailing and yelping.

Aoko was on her feet in an instant, the roasting marshmallow forgotten. “Kaito!” she jumped around the fire pit and rushed to his side. “Kaito, are you okay?” Immediately after asking the question, she felt awfully stupid. Of course he wasn’t okay—his foot was on fire!

His reaction indicated that he felt the same way. “Of course I’m not okay, you idiot!” he yelped, his voice about an octave and a half higher than usual. “Do you know what you just did to me?”

Aoko turned and called over her shoulder. “Daddy! Dad, we have a problem!”

No response, except for Kaito’s continued spaz attack, a very rare display for the young magician.

Making a quick decision, she left his side and rushed to her father’s tent, shaking the groggy Inspector awake and dragging him out to help with the injured one rolling around on the ground. It took a moment for Nakamori-keibu to get a grasp on what was happening. And when he finally did, he reacted in his own personal, patented style.

He swore. Loudly, and creatively. Then he whipped out his cell phone and called for an ambulance to hurry to the scene. Then he called Kaito’s mother, just to keep her in the loop—after all, it was her child. In the meantime, a group of other campers had gathered to watch the spectacle.

And Kaito continued to whimper and moan on the ground until medical attention arrived.

-o-


Aoko poked the bottom of Kaito’s bandaged foot.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“You can’t feel it?” she asked, flicking her index fingers against his big toe.

“I have no feeling in my foot. I can move it, but I can’t feel it,” he said. As though to accent his point, he wiggled his toes. “That doesn’t even hurt. It’s…well, to be honest, it’s really weird. The doctor said the burn was bad enough that it damaged the nerves. Probably won’t ever regain all the feeling. But it could have been worse, I suppose.”

“So if I drop a rock on your foot, what’ll happen?” Aoko asked with a grin. She had already apologized extensively and enthusiastically, and now was ready to get back to the normalcy of teasing.

He grinned. “You’ll break my foot instead of just burning it, and I’ll wonder why I’m suddenly limping. Or something. I don’t really know, and no, we cannot experiment to find out.”

“Aww, you’re no fun.”

“…Aoko, so far on this camping trip, you’ve dropped a beehive on me, knocked me into the lake—twice, technically—and set me on fire. And it was barely after sundown, we didn’t even make it overnight,” he quirked a sardonic eyebrow. “I don’t think I have to be fun.”

“I said I was sorry,” Aoko said, her smile faltering a bit. “Are you mad? Be honest.”

“Nah, crap happens. Don’t worry about it,” he waved it off.

“You sure?”

“Positive.” There was a pause. Then Kaito broke it and spoke again. “Hey, Aoko…remember what I said about the sleeping bags? Ya know, being warmer with two and all?”

Aoko’s tone was slightly suspicious. “…yeah?”

“I’m still really cold—“

BONK!




PS. As sad as this sounds, this is another BOATS fic: Based On A True Story. The burn victim in this case was my cousin—this actually happened to her during a camping trip, and the result was the same. The kayak tipping over was something that happened at a different time. To me, white shirt and all. For the record, life vests do work; I just kinda bobbed in the water for a few seconds before it occurred to me to swim. The beehive never actually happened to anyone I know—I just needed something else to throw at poor Kaito.

I thought this was a nice little break in the angst. If you look at the theme list for this challenge, everything at first sight either lends itself automatically to angst or fluff. Oh well. Thanks for reading, all—much love!