Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Word Count: 477 words
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Kaitou Kid hadn’t heard the person come up behind him…
It was a good thing that he was an expert at sneaking.
Kaitou Kid slipped in through the window of the darkened house and crept on silent feet through the hallway. He knew for a fact that the inhabitant of the home was asleep—a fact that, given the hour, was not at all outrageous, either. And he had been raised a gentleman, and a gentleman would not show such bad manners as to wake someone up in such a manner.
So he tiptoed out of the living room as quietly as possible and headed down the hallway towards his ultimate goal. The door was open, and he peered into the darkened room carefully. Seeing no one there, he slipped inside and made his way to the other side of the room, where the real prize was.
The whole situation was all too perfect. He was in, no one had noticed his presence, and so he was more or less free to do as he wished. And right now, he just needed a few minutes to search for exactly what it was that he needed…
Suddenly, the light flipped on.
Kid jumped a mile and whipped around, card gun in his hand, poised and ready to launch an Ace of Spades at whoever had managed to sneak up behind him. He hadn’t heard anyone approaching…
And he found himself face to face with the Creature from the Bathrobe Lagoon.
His mother stood in the doorway, arms folded across her chest. And she was giving him the kind of look that could freeze water. “What in the world do you think you’re doing?” she asked in a low voice.
He took a deep breath to make himself stop shaking and lowered his card gun. “I was just…ya know, getting a midnight snack…Mom—I mean, ma’am?” It belatedly occurred to him that he was still in full Kid regalia, right down the monocle…not that he’d ever deluded himself with the idea that his mother didn’t know what he was doing, but still…
She stared at him good and long and hard, with all the force of the Office of Mother behind it.
Kid began to sweat.
…and then she sighed. “Go to bed. You have school in the morning.” And she was gone, back up the stairs to return to her own bed and her own slumber, leaving him to stand there with his back pressed against the refrigerator door and his heart hammering against his ribcage.
Kaitou Kid stood motionless for a moment before shrugging and opening the fridge. Finding what he needed, he plopped down at his kitchen table and set about preparing a midnight snack for himself.
Sandwich first. Then bed.
But still, he couldn’t quite keep himself from chuckling and reflecting (not for the first time) that he really did have the world’s coolest mother.
PS. For magic_truth, who plunnied me with this. Thanks for reading, all. Much love!