Fandom: Detective Conan
Publish Date: 9/24/2005 through 12/24/2006 (in Short Stack Stories)
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. But I do have homemade hand-puppets for each character...that's normal, right?
Kaito had always been a curious child by nature. He didn’t mean to make trouble or cause mischief. He didn’t plan any of it. It usually just…you know, happened. And then Aoko-chan would…you know, happen to try and clobber him.
But Aoko wasn’t around at the moment. It was just him, looking at the fascinating things that Dad had brought back from his latest trip abroad. He’d gone to China for a show, and come back with loads and loads of neat stuff, which had inevitably been left sitting on a table in the living room, just waiting for a curious seven-year-old child to find and snoop through.
There were so many interesting things, but what interested him the most was the tiny pocket knife with the cool-looking dragon carved onto the handle. It was painted red, and had fangs and all that fun stuff. Kaito was instantly intrigued. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite get the blade out of the hilt.
So he did what any sensible, resourceful, curious child would do. He put it in his mouth…and used his teeth to pry the sharp blade open. He’d gotten it about halfway there when it slipped…
The spring-loaded blade snapped back into the handle. And somehow, Kaito had managed to cut his own tongue. He tasted something bitter. Blood?
The knife dropped from his fingers as he clasped his hands over his mouth and sprinted to the bathroom. He stuck his tongue out and looked at it in the mirror. Yup, bleeding. Tasted nasty.
At a loss, he filled the sink up with water, leaned over it, and stuck his tongue into the water, hoping and praying that the bleeding would stop. The water was certainly turning an interesting color…
It was a long moment later that the boy noticed a figure in the doorway. Namely, his father.
Toichi Kuroba watched his son for a moment before he dared to ask. “Son…what are you doing?”
With his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his response was barely understandable, but Toichi got it in the end. It roughly translated to: “I’m pretending to be a puppy. Go away.”
There was a moment of silence as the magician leaned over the sink and took a really good look. Then he slowly stepped back and sighed, barely concealing his bemusement…or his amusement, for that matter. “I’m getting your mother.”