Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kaito, Aoko (General series)
Word Count: 445 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: She was getting ready for Santa to come. A Kaito ficlet.
For a good many children, Christmas is one of the happiest times of the year. There are dreams of presents, of songs and cookies, of Santa Claus coming to bring good little boys and girls oodles of presents. Because of Kaito’s career as a superstar magician, life was very comfortable at the Kuroba household, and so the holiday was shaping up to be a wonderful one.
At four years of age, Aya-chan was finally old enough to really start appreciating the story of Santa and the holiday decorations and festivities they engaged in. She was helping her parents as much as she could; Kaito’s travels around the world had given him a great appreciation for western traditions, and the little girl took great delight in putting pretty ornaments and sparkly things on a tree—inside the house, she excitedly told her mother! Trees weren’t supposed to be inside the house! That only happened at Christmas!
It was four days before Christmas (which was officially her favorite holiday), and Kaito was humming “Jingle Bells” under his breath while he hung a sprig of mistletoe in the arched doorway that led from the hallway into the kitchen. He had every intention of seeing exactly how many times he could catch Aoko under that happy little sprig of greenery before December twenty-sixth.
He heard footsteps padding down the hallway. They were soft, light, and quick, which pinpointed the culprit. He glanced down over his shoulder from his vantage point on the stepstool and grinned. “Hey, munchkin.”
Aya-chan toddled past him. “Hi, Daddy!”
Kaito turned back to what he was doing for a moment, then did a full-blown double take. “Aya-chan?”
“Yes, Daddy?” she called back cheerily.
He stared at the door she had disappeared through for a moment. He wasn’t quite sure if he had seen what he thought he had seen, and so he wanted to make sure. “Sweetie, what are you doing?”
“Hangin’ my stocking!” she called back.
Kaito stood stone-still for a moment, then hopped off the stool, moved down the hall, and got her before she could actually nail the stocking to the wall. Aya, predictably, protested loudly, which turned into a small scream of displeasure as he pulled her treasured Christmas stocking from her hands.
By this time, Aoko had heard her daughter’s cry and had come to see what was going on. “Kaito?”
“Here,” he handed her Aya’s stocking before setting Aya down; she drew back and pouted at him. “Aya-chan, sweetie, where did you find that stocking?”
She crossed her arms. “Mommy’s laundry basket.”
Aoko looked at her daughter, then down at the crumpled pantyhose in her hands…and started to laugh.
PS. Yes, I know it’s past Christmas. But hey, it’s one of the themes. Gotta use it sometime! Just a random little laugh with Aya being adorable. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!