Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Theme: #33—I feel peace at night
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: What are you doing here? And…why are you knitting?
When Aoko went upstairs to her room and found Kaitou Kid lounging on her windowsill…well, to say she was surprised would be an understatement, and do no justice at all to her shock.
She was even more started to see what he was holding. The items in his hands were neither cards, nor card gun, nor any sort of heist trophy…but seemed to be knitting needles.
She stared at him for a while, knowing full well that he had to be aware of her presence, before speaking. “What are you doing here?” It seemed the obvious question…yet somehow still so silly.
The needles clicked a few more times before finally, he turned his head and actually acknowledged that she was there. He raised his hands a bit more, allowing her a better view of the needles he held. “Knitting. Have you ever tried it, Nakamori-san? It’s quite relaxing.” He turned his head again and bent over his work.
The room was silent for a moment more, save for the soft clicking of the needles as he manipulated them between his hands to coax a cloth of sorts from mere yarn. Aoko watched silently, uncertain of what else to do. Her father wasn’t home yet, and the thief would be long gone before she could get to a phone. There really wasn’t much else she could do…but watch.
So she did, studying his form carefully—and some part of her noted that she was probably one of only a handful of people in the world who would ever get to see anything like this from Kid, a side of him that was less showman and more…human. But it really did seem a bizarre little paradox, to see the infamous thief, International Criminal 1412, one of the most wanted men alive…sitting on her window, doing something that most people associated with their elderly grandmothers.
Her eyes traced slowly over his outline, like a statue of white and blue, save for the movement of his hands. The hat-brim cast a shadow keeping her from truly seeing his face…but she did see that his expression was different from the smug smirk he always wore as he danced merrily around the Taskforce.
He was smiling—Kid wasn’t Kid without the smile, after all—but it was softer, more of a half-smile than anything else, the look of one who carries a special secret. The look of one who is extremely proud of his work. There was no magic involved, save for what he was doing with the needles.
He looked so calm. Peaceful.
Aoko couldn’t help but think it strange.
“You have questions.”
She nearly jumped a mile when he spoke, and shook herself as she realized that she’d fallen into his trap or spell or whatever you wanted to call it—that presence he had about him that was so hypnotic in and of itself.
“Why are you here?” she asked, sitting down on her bed. It was startling how at ease she felt—still, she knew on every level that he wouldn’t hurt her. That was one of the few points that she would grudgingly give the thief: his stalwart holding to a rule of No One Gets Hurt.
“Just catching my breath,” he replied easily. “Do you wish me gone?”
“…what are you making?”
“Someone very special.”
“You have a girlfriend? Your fan club will be crushed.”
“I don’t, actually.”
“Why are you knitting?”
“Because it’s relaxing. Even we Phantom Thieves need to unwind after a hard night’s work.”
Aoko snorted, but didn’t respond beyond that. Instead, she returned to simply watching. Again, she started to feel that strange hypnotic wave rush over her as she watched his hands move…strange how calm she felt—completely at ease.
But she shouldn’t be just sitting here…
She should do something…
She needed to catch him for her father…
When Aoko next opened her eyes, there was sunlight in pools on her bedroom floor.
It took her a moment to realize where she was and what had happened exactly. But when she did, she sat upright and took a quick inventory. She was still in the clothes she’d worn the night before. Her muscles were screaming at her for sleeping in such a strange position. She was cold. Her hair was a mess…
But more importantly, Kid had vanished. He’d escaped once again—a perfect getaway.
She felt like a fool. She’d fallen under his spell, just like all those damn screaming fangirls.
Sighing and feeling very disappointed with herself, Aoko rolled out of bed and stretched her aching muscles, trying to decide what to do first to get her day started. But as she looked around, she noticed that the window was still just slightly ajar, allowing a cool breeze to seep into her room.
Grumbling about phantom thieves and manners and the former’s complete lack of the latter, she crossed the room to remedy the situation…only to find something wedged under the window, keeping it from closing all the way. Curious, she eased the item—which proved to be a rectangular box—from under the window and closed it the rest of the way.
She studied the box carefully, but found nothing amiss. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the lid and peered inside…and found some sort of blue fabric staring back at her. No, wait…not blue fabric…
Aoko lifted it from the box, and belated realized exactly what it was: a long fuzzy blue scarf. But she was distracted by a small piece of paper that fluttered to the ground as she unfolded the scarf. She paused to drape the gift—for it seemed that’s what this was—around her shoulders before stooping to pick up the note card. And she read…
PS. I did a drabble request thing on my LJ, and girlquinn requested Kaito/Aoko, so this is the result. A good part of this also came about because I have just learned to knit, and so two things came together with this result. I was going to add a bit to it, but…it just didn’t feel like it needed it when I sat back and thought about it. Hope you liked the random PWP-ness. Thanks for reading, all. Much love!