Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kaito (General series)
Word Count: 1007 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: You’re the first person I’ve told about this, Dad.
Kaito didn’t come here often. But when he did, he always brought roses. It was the only thing that seemed truly fitting. They had been his father’s trademark, both as a stage magician and in his less-than-legal nighttime occupation. It was even the first trick his father had taught him—the moment his hands were big enough to hold them, he had learned to produce roses from thin air, much to the delight of whoever he happened to present the rose to.
Sometimes he brought red ones, but today he had decided to go with white. Their signature color. A sign of peace. There were any number of reasons.
As he laid them on the grave of Kuroba Toichi, the wind picked up a bit. Kaito stood quickly, tugging at his brown coat to try and stave off the cold a bit. Dry brown leaves blew against his shoes. He nearly lost his dark blue scarf to the gust, but was able to catch it and adjust it around his neck once again, knotting it loosely to secure it there.
It was the stereotypical autumn day: clear, brisk, and windy.
Kaito’s hands slid into his pockets as he stepped back. Several of the blowing leaves were crushed under his sneakers, cackling noisily. “Hey, Dad,” he started, just like he always did. “Sorry it’s been so long. I’ve been…really busy lately, ya know?”
There was no real need to explain beyond that. If his father was watching over him, as he liked to believe was the case, then he already knew everything. Still, it was nice to talk about some things. Dad was a great listener. He always had been.
“I came today to tell you some good news. I thought you’d like to know that Kaitou Kid retired a few days ago,” Kaito said, unable to keep himself from grinning. “The announcement came the day after a really interesting heist. They arrested a couple of really bad characters. Gunmen, from the sounds of it. They were trying to kill Kid…and pretty much everyone else there. Between those arrests and the news of Kid’s retirement, the media’s been having an absolute field day.”
He glanced around to make certain that there was no one else around. The cemetery was void of any living humans today. Given the chill in the air, it wasn’t too much of a surprise, but he wanted to make sure before he said anything confidential.
“It’s over, Dad,” he said, dropping his voice. “I did it. All in one crazy night. It wasn’t easy to trap Snake on that rooftop like that, but I pulled it off. You should’ve heard him scream when he was hauled off in cuffs. Even Nakamori-keibu was wincing at the language.”
He looked up towards the sky. It was clear, and very blue. “So I’m done. I fulfilled the promise I made to you. And I’ll be bringing you a present soon. It’s small and shiny and red.” He grinned. “I want to wait until some of the furor dies down before I bring that here to leave with you.”
“But it’s over. Kaitou Kid is done. And now…” he paused, and his grin softened to a gentle smile. “There’s something I need to do now, Dad. I’ve been waiting for a long time. I didn’t want to even try while I was acting as your ghost. But now I can do it. I can really do it. If I did it too soon…well, she hates Kid. And it would just be too risky. I don’t want to hurt her.”
Kaito sighed. “You probably knew this would happen, didn’t you? You were always good at figuring out this kind of thing. But you knew I would fall for Aoko sooner or later, didn’t you?” He chuckled. “You knew sooner than I did. But you were right.”
He knelt down. “I do love Aoko. And now I can finally do something about it. You’re the first and only person I’ve told so far. But I know you can keep a secret, right?” He reached out with one hand and put it to the stone. “I’m seeing her in a little bit. And I’m going to tell her, no matter how she reacts. I’d be willing to lay money that she swings a mop at my head, but I won’t know if I don’t try, right?”
“Maybe she’ll hate me. Maybe she’ll laugh in my face. Heck, maybe she’ll even tell me she likes me back,” Kaito shrugged. “But I really don’t like keeping secrets from her, you know? That’s the only thing I ever regretted while I played moonlight shadow. I hated having to lie to Aoko when I knew how much she hated Kid for keeping her dad from her. But she’s not the only one with loyalties to her father.”
Kaito stood upright again. “Maybe someday I’ll be able to tell her the whole story. I’d like that. And maybe she’ll understand when I do. Or she might decide she hates me. Or I could become the victim of murder by mop. But I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? One step at a time. Tell her first.”
He shivered; the wind was growing more bitter as the afternoon started to fade into evening. “I think I should get going. I need to go make sure my nerve is worked up before I meet Aoko. But I’ll come back again soon and let you know how it goes.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe I can bring Aoko with me next time. She misses you too, ya know. You were like a second father to her.”
Squaring his shoulders, Kaito turned. “Thanks for listening, Dad. It won’t be so long until next time. I promise.” With a smile, he started to walk back toward the cemetery gate, listening to the sound of the wind and the music of dry leaves crunching and crumbling beneath his shoes.
It was going to be a very interesting night, indeed.
PS. I think this first appeared in my 1sentence set. I just liked this little scene, that’s all. Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!