Fandom: Detective Conan
Publish Date: 3/9/2006
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. But I do have homemade hand-puppets for each character...that's normal, right?
It was one of those moments when Nakamori wasn’t sure whether he should just give in and laugh…or swear and throw the offending item out the window before sitting down for a smoke or five.
Instead, he just stared at the small white envelope sitting on his desk. It looked so deceptively innocent…except for the grinning caricature scrawled across the front. He knew that smirk as well as he knew his own name.
He’d been staring at it for about the last five minutes, waiting tentatively to see if it would blow up in his face or change into something strange—when one was dealing with Kaitou Kid, such things were not wholly impossible. But after several minutes and nothing happening, he finally gave into his curiousity and picked it up, the first of many swear words piling up on his tongue.
What slid into his hands, however, was NOT a heist note…but another envelope.
Nakamori turned the envelope over in his hands, and was startled to find a message scrawled on the back of it in that neat, irritatingly-familiar handwriting and bearing that confounded smilie leering at him from the bottom. But it wasn’t a heist announcement…
It has come to my attention that you haven't taken a vacation in five years. This is unacceptable, as it counts as harming a person. Therefore, being the generous kaitou I am, I will not hold or prepare for another heist for the remainder of this month. Feel free to use this time to de-stress and reconnect with your daughter.
1412, Kaitou Kid. (doodle)
…a vacation? Courtesy of his enemy?
Still staring at the plane tickets and message, he sat back into his desk chair and pondered the situation. Two plane tickets to Hokkaido. A promise of no heists for the remainder of the month—if nothing else, Kaitou Kid tended to be a man of his word. Explicit instructions to get away for a while and spend some quality time with Aoko.
Truthfully, the note was a lot clearer than Kid’s usual postcards.
And thought some more.
Technically, all contact with Kid was to be reported and documented. Technically, he should already be writing up the report. Technically, he shouldn’t accept a gift from the wanted criminal—no matter how tempting that gift was…shouldn’t even be considering it…
Before he knew it, he was punching a number into the phone and putting it to his ear.
Maybe Kid was right, much as he hated to admit it. It had been a while…
Just so long as no one else found out.
“Aoko, pack for Hokkaido,” he said, not really believing he was doing this. “Don’t ask questions, just do it. We’re going on vacation.” The Inspector, intent on his phone call, failed to notice one of the office temps standing outside his door, listening.