Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kaito, Aoko (General series)
Word Count: 496 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: Aoko gave Kaito a choice—he could deal with her father, or just with her…
Kaito couldn’t help but feel nervous. Not that he let it show or anything, but this was really as close to full-out petrified as he could ever remembering coming…with the possible exception of a couple incidents involving automatic weapons, but that was a different story all together.
The reason for his current state? There were three, actually.
One: Nakamori Aoko.
Two: Kaitou Kid.
Three: The former now had rather intimate knowledge of the latter.
Hence, Kaito was alarmed and apprehensive as she paced back and forth in front of him, her hands clasped behind her back as she strolled like some plotting drill sergeant. It somehow seemed appropriate to think of her in that way at that moment, considering that she was deciding his fate. His freedom hinged on her decision…but it felt like he had been waiting for quite a while.
Finally, she stopped and looked down at him from her suddenly-imposing height. Or maybe it was just that she was standing while he was sitting. “Kaito,” she thundered—had she always been able to do that, he wondered? “You have to pay. But I’m feeling very generous, so I’m going to give you two options. Number one—you can suffer at my father’s hands, and you know exactly what that means. Number two—you can let me pick your penalty, which means Dad won’t know…but I promise you it won’t be pretty. Take your pick.”
He pondered about two seconds before he answered. “You.” He knew that whatever she would come up with would be absolutely horrible, but if it meant keeping his freedom…he would just have to suck it up and suffer through it.
Still, when Aoko smirked in a manner far too like himself to be comfortable, he wondered if maybe he should have just risked jail time. “All right. Let’s get to it.”
When Kaito’s mother came home, she found a rather surprising sight: namely, Aoko had Kaito bound on the couch…and she seemed to be sitting on his back to keep him in place. And Kaito himself was pale and wide-eyed and babbling like a lunatic. He seemed a hair away from frothing at the mouth.
Before she could even ask, Aoko piped up. “He’s being punished.”
His mother moved further into the room to see what exactly had induced this state of psychosis in her son. She found her explanation when she saw what was playing on the television screen; it certainly did explain a few things. “How long has this…punishment been going on?”
“A few hours,” Aoko replied cheerily. “We’ve watched A Shark Tale and The Little Mermaid, and now we’re watching Finding Nemo.” She paused. “You know, he really shouldn’t have kept that secret from me.” She paused again, and grinned before leaning down to sing softly at Kaito. “Under da sea…”
Still pinned to the couch cushions, Kaito finally gave up and passed out. Unconsciousness was his friend—it protected him from Aoko’s fishy wrath.
PS. I don’t know why this amused me as much as it did. But I think this might be a mini-series—and by mini, I mean I have exactly one other idea for it. So if you can think of some other way along this same line that Aoko might punish Kaito with fishy vengeance for not telling her about Kid, feel free to share!
Thanks for reading, all! Much love!