Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kaito/Aoko (General series)
Word Count: 530 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: How in the world did he give her a present like this? Kaito/Aoko
Aoko’s dejected sigh didn’t miss Kaito’s attention—granted, very little got past Kaito—and he looked up from the deck of cards in his hands. “What’s up?”
She was gazing out the window, her chin resting in her palms, elbows on the windowsill. “There’s no snow,” she murmured; she sounded rather sad about that.
Kaito moved to join her in looking out the window. The landscape beyond the glass was brown, green, and gray—utterly drab. “You’re right,” he agreed, though it was fairly obvious. “What’s your point?”
“Tomorrow’s Christmas,” Aoko said. “There should be snow on Christmas.” Her expression was forlorn, like a child who has lost a favorite toy. “It’s not right if there’s no snow.” It was a well-known fact that Aoko was very partial to having a blanket of white on the ground come December twenty-fifth.
Kaito said nothing. But he began to think…
When Aoko woke up the next morning, she rubbed at her eyes for a moment before she realized that it was Christmas, and thus snapped awake. She threw off the blankets and headed for her bedroom door, not bothering to change out of her pajamas or grab a robe. This was a holiday meant to be spent in comfort.
She skipped down to the living room, feeling a great childish wonder at the sight of the presents there. Her father was nowhere to be found, so she assumed that he was still asleep. So she would just have to wait.
Humming to herself, she made her way to the kitchen to make herself a hot drink. A few minutes later, steaming mug of tea in hand, she wandered back out to the living room…
But paused when she noticed that the world beyond the window seemed unusually bright. She took a sip and leaned over to peer outside—and her eyes widened. Abandoning her tea on the end table, she rushed to the front door. She flung it open and took a step out onto her front stoop.
There was snow everywhere. The yard and house were covered in a thick white blanket of it.
Aoko felt her face light up in delight…only to fall to confusion when she noticed that people were standing on the sidewalk, staring at her home. Even more perplexing was the fact that the houses across the street had green-brown lawns—no snow at all.
A quick look up and down the street proved that her house was the only one on the block with snow.
…well, that would certainly explain the gawkers.
Stooping, Aoko gathered some of the white stuff into her hands. It was cold, wet, and undeniably real.
Real snow. Only on her house. But how had it—
For some reason, Kaito’s face flashed into her mind, accompanied by the recollection of their conversation from the previous day, in which she had lamented not having snow for Christmas. And somehow, she knew.
Aoko leaned against the doorframe and wrapped her arms around herself as she looked at the lovely scene before her. And she wondered how in the world Kaito had managed to present her with the gift of a white Christmas.
PS. This notion appeared as a sentence in my 1sentence set for Kaito and Aoko, and the mental image was so sweet that I had to expand it. I hope you liked the random cuteness. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!