Candyland (candyfics) wrote,

Vengeance: Pucker Up (Fanfic100)

Title: Vengeance: Pucker Up
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kaito, Aoko (General series)
Prompt: #49—club
Word Count: 414 words
Rating: PG
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 can’t let Kaito forget that she knows he’s Kid, can she?

In spite of how upset Aoko had been when she found out that Kaito was Kid…things were progressing.

It was the little things that said the most—occasionally finding themselves holding hands, sitting and standing a little bit closer together than they used to, more frequent moments where they really didn’t have to say anything to know that things were (more or less) all right…and then there were things like the skirt-flipping and mop-chasing that really proved the old saying: the more things change, the more they stay the same.

But one afternoon at Aoko’s house, she dropped a bombshell of a hint. And with his overwhelmingly intuitive knowledge of the fairer sex, he picked up on it, and read it as her telling him that she really wanted him to kiss her. What was the clue she dropped, you might ask?

She turned and looked him straight in the eye and said, “So are you ever going to kiss me or what?”

Once Kaito remembered that breathing was a good idea, he leaned in for the kill…

…but whatever it was that met his lips didn’t feel like Aoko.

He opened his eyes…and found himself staring into the eyes of something orange.

And white.

And fishy.

Kaito was off the floor, over the couch, and to the door in zero-point-three seconds, swearing like a sailor.

Standing in the middle of the room, holding a fish stuffed animal, Aoko was laughing her head off. “Aww, what’s the matter, Kaito? Don’t you like Finding Nemo?” She gave the plush animal a squeeze and smirked. “And before you say anything—yes, you do deserve all of this.”

“Aoko…” he said in a strained voice, giving her a glare that could have turned rain into snow on the spot. “…I get it that I’m a royal rat bastard and all that fun stuff for lying to you about Kid, but this is insane. Do you get off on this or something? And if that’s the case, then why not save us both a lot of trouble and just let me—“

It was probably a blessing that Aoko chose that moment to start clubbing him over the head with the Nemo plushie. Because there was no way in heaven or hell that whatever he was about to suggest was printable. And that meant that if he’d actually voiced it, Aoko would have probably decided that it was no longer worth her while to let him continue breathing.

PS. I would like to attribute this idea to the lovely and awesome fireblazie—she used the idea of a Finding Nemo plushie in her fic The Marriage Chronicles. Which is an awesome fic, just in case you haven’t read it. In which case you should immediately go read it. Just so you know.

It’s kind of fun to come up with all these different ways to work fish into things. Feel free to make suggestions, if you like—I like input! Anyway, I hope you liked it. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!

Tags: character: aoko, character: kaito/kaitou kid, fandom: detective conan/magic kaito, fic: fanfic100, misc: theme comm

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