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29 April 2007 @ 02:34 pm
Slightly Stalkerish (40 Nights: Kaito/Aoko)  
Title: Slightly Stalkerish
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Author: Candyland
Theme: #12—your love is suffocating 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: Aoko told Kaito to leave her alone. But he wasn’t listening.



Hating your best friend was a difficult task. Nakamori Aoko knew this better than many.

And it was made even harder by the fact that he didn’t seem to grasp the concept of ‘leave me alone, I hate you, and I never want to see you again, even though that’s not really an option, so maintain your distance or else, you miserable bastard.’

In summary: Aoko had discovered that her best friend, the person she trusted above all others, had been lying to her and keeping a secret from her. And this wasn’t just some stupid little secret, and the lies weren’t those little white lies, either. These were freakin’ huge.

He was an internationally wanted criminal. A jewel thief, known around the globe. There were warrants out for his arrest in fourteen countries, for crying out loud! Apparently, it had just slipped his mind to, ya know, mention it to her. She was only his best friend, after all.

She was furious. She was hurt. And she swore to never speak to him again.

Well, she had broken that vow once—he’d been trailing after her again, and she’d finally told him in no uncertain terms that if he didn’t knock it off, she would tell her father about his dirty little secret. She had figured that the suggestion of arrest would be enough to deter him.

Instead, he’d simply shrugged and replied that some things were more important.

Flustered and embarrassed, she’d turned on her heel and stomped away, well aware that he continued to follow her. She didn’t tell her father about Kaito’s secret life, though. And there was a very good reason why she held her tongue…

That night…she shuddered to think of how close she had really come to dying that night. But she had been saved by the elusive man in white—her father’s nemesis for two decades. And at the same time, she’d made a very unpleasant discovery about the Phantom Thief…

He had saved her life that night—and he had to have known when he came for her that she could find out…yet he had come anyway. It was because of that fact that she begrudgingly felt she owed him some small scrap of loyalty. And so she remained quiet about her painful knowledge.

But that didn’t mean she’d forgiven him. And he knew it.

So he had apparently formulated a Master Plan to get her to forgive him or something. He was going to annoy her into it by following her around everywhere. And he wasn’t at all stealthy or secretive about it; he made absolutely certain that she knew he was there. It was by choice, too—if he hadn’t wanted her to know that he was there, he would have been as visible as oxygen.

Aoko held her ground. She knew exactly how persuasive he could be. The boy was too charming for his own good, and he was well aware of it—it was simply another part of his other life, she thought bitterly. And to think that she’d almost fallen under his admittedly-magnetic spell.

She felt like a fool.

And he continued to follow her everywhere, trailing after her like a puppy, always hanging around with this nonchalant air, yet never daring to initiate contact of any kind. It was infuriating—what did he want, anyway? Forgiveness? Fat chance.

Nakamori Aoko hated her best friend. And he, in response…was stalking her. And it was getting to her—the emotional response he continued to evoke in her was now so very jumbled. He was unwittingly suffocating her by his very presence…or did he know exactly what he was doing?

Things were working their way up to a very explosive head, though.

It was three weeks to the day after the night that had changed everything, and Aoko was ready to rip her hair out, glue it back to her head, rip it out again, and figure out a way to strangle him with it. The tension was unbearable—and everyone knew about it.

Waving goodbye to Keiko-chan and her other classmates (except for him, thank you very much), Aoko hit the sidewalk and started walking home. It wasn’t long, though, before she realized that she had an unwanted escort, trailing several meters behind her. She resolved to ignore him…

…but he made that very difficult when he started whistling a cheery tune.

Enough was enough.

Finally, Aoko whipped around, dropping her school satchel to the sidewalk in favor of clenching her hands into fists at her sides as she screamed at him. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

He’d been trailing after her for weeks now, obviously wanting her attention, probably to try and beg forgiveness or something. Yet he still looked very taken aback at her outburst, even going so far as to take a step backwards and blink owlishly at her as she continued with her tirade.

“Fine! You win!” she snapped, throwing her hands in the air. “I give up—you win! All right? YOU WIN! I’ll even spell it out for you. Y-O-U-W-I-N! There, I said it! Are you happy? Now goddammit, what do you want from me?”

He continued to stare at her, like he couldn’t really believe what he was hearing.

“Out with it, Kaito! What the hell do you want from me?” she huffed, before her arms dropped to her sides and she slumped forward a bit in defeat. “Since you’re not going to leave me alone until you’ve accomplished…whatever the hell it is that you want to accomplish…what do you want? Just tell me.”

There was a long pause, punctuated only by Aoko’s rough breathing.

Finally, Kaito spoke. “…you’ll listen?”

She looked up, meeting his gaze squarely without intending to do so. The wind picked up suddenly, rushing past them. It’s cool fingers dragged through their hair, rustling it and clothing. Aside from that, the rest of the world might as well have ceased to exist.

She was surprised; that wasn’t the answer she’d been expecting. “Yes, Kaito…I’ll listen.”

Kaito’s cerulean eyes were shining into hers from across the small distance between them, and he was wearing that strange, knowing little smile of his, the one that somehow made her feel that everything was right with the world. And she realized that she’d already surrendered to him when he spoke again, and it all fell right into place.

“Aoko…that’s all I wanted.”




PS. Happy Lurker Day, everyone! Just a random little plunnie for y’all in honor of the holiday. So if you lurk (read and don’t comment), today is the day to step out and say “I AM HERE!” Then you can slink back into the shadows again if you want. Anyway, hope you liked the story. And remember—love your lurkers today! Much love, everyone!

Oh yeah—I think the title of this story wins the internet :D