M.P-chan: Well guys, it's been awhile. I'm busy doing NaNoWriMo, but I had the inspiration for this fanfic so I wanted to get it down before I lost to writer's block. This is a very early Christmas present to Chocolaty Taste aka Kirite (it's so early, it's not even Thanksgiving yet). Anyway, I hope she likes it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Magic Kaito or the song Cowboy Casanova. They belong to Gosho Aoyama and Carrie Underwood respectively. Please don't sue me.
Run For Your Life
"Well, hello there, Princess. I thought you wouldn't show."
His confident grin sickens her at the same time it sends her heart rate sky high.
His white-gloved hand strokes her cheek with one, slim finger. He's barely touching her, but her breath catches. She leans in to his touch, all while cursing herself, but her body seems to have a mind of its own.
"I wasn't planning on showing, and I'm only here to laugh at your pathetic attempts to steal a treasure that my dad is going to make sure you don't get."
"Hmmm. Well, then I better get going. I'd hate to disappoint and deprive you of the show." His finger slowly moves from her check to her lips, tracing them.
She parts them slightly, and he leans in his lips only centimeters from hers. She closes her eyes and feels certain that he's going to kiss her, but when nothing happens, she opens them to find him gone.
She swears and wonders if it's because she let him touch her or if it's because she didn't want him to stop.
She doesn't like the answer she gets.
He's like a curse, he's like a drug
You'll get addicted to his love
You wanna get out, but he's holding you down
'Cause you can't live without one more touch
She looks over the railings on the roof and her gaze falls on a huge crowd of cheering fans of his. They are calling for him, waiting anxiously for his appearance, for his magic, for his performance.
The loudest cheers are from various girls and women, all starry-eyed and eager. They want him in more ways than one. It disgusts her even as she realizes she's probably the same.
Still, she wonders how many of them he's granted those one-night wishes for. She wonders how many of them regret it. She wonders how many of them are still hoping for more than dream-length seductions. She wonders how many hearts he's broken. And most of all, she wonders if her heart is next.
He's a good time, cowboy Casanova
Leaning up against the record machine
He looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
And hour later he's back, the police cars' sirens can still be heard in the distance. They won't be finding him tonight, after all, who'd think to look for him with the Inspector's daughter?
"Did you like the show? I added the fireworks just for you."
Her arms are crossed against her chest, telling him to stay away, while giving an air of defiance. "Do you say things like that to all the girls?"
He shrugged. "Only sometimes, and even then, I'm never serious."
She glares at him. "And they fall for that?"
"Well, you should know." His confident smirk has returned, and she feels like his eyes can see through her.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm definitely not one of your little toys down there making a show of displaced obsession."
"But they're a hell of a lot more honest than you." He voice is nothing short of amused. And he steps down from the railing and takes two steps towards her. "But I'm not lying this time. They really were for you."
"Liar."
Don't even look in his eyes
He'll tell you nothing but lies
And you wanna believe but you won't be deceived
If you listen to me and take my advice
"Aww, I'm hurt. Would it kill you to trust me?"
"Do you seriously want me to answer that question?"
He's now right next to her, but he's only touching her with his voice, a texture darker than night and sweeter than chocolate. And all the while, she's telling herself not to give in.
"I think the one who's afraid of that answer is you, not me." He slowly walks around behind her, leaning so he's whispering in her ear. "But why is that, do you think?"
His breath his warming her chilled skin and sending goose bumps all down her arms, and for a moment, she can't think.
"B-because, y-you're an evil, womanizing demon who doesn't know what a heart is for."
Run run away, don't let him mess with your mind
He'll tell you anything you wanna hear
He'll break your heart, it's just a matter of time
But just remember
The bastard just chuckles and takes her hand in his. "If I'm such an evil," he kisses her palm, "womanizing," he kisses the inside of her wrist, "demon," he brings her finger to his lips, lightly sucking the tip, his eyes gazing into hers intently, "then push me away."
Her other hand finds itself on his shoulder. She all ready to do what he suggests and is surprised when her hand pulls him closer, and she finds herself pinned against the stairway, his mouth covering hers. She can taste his tongue, it's seductive warmth seeking hers.
Her hand is still in his, though has pinned it above her head, while the other, traitorous one seems to be trying to tug his coat off.
A strangled moan escapes her as his free hands slides under her skirt and up her thigh, the fabric of his glove grazing her.
It's the jolt of pleasure as he rubs his thumb across her hip that startles her awake for this trance and she violently shoves him to the ground.
"Y-you PERVERT!" Even as she yells the accusation, her voice is uneven and her breathing is incriminatingly ragged.
He sits up and grins mischievously up at her. "I like this side of you. It's much more honest. We should do this again sometime, but I have a jewel to return."
Her face is a mixture of shock and humiliation as she says, "But didn't you show up tonight to steal it?"
He winks at her before disappearing a cloud of smoke. "Yes, but I stole something else that's a whole lot more valuable."
She finds herself alone. A blue moon shines down on her like a spotlight, illuminating the rooftop and it seems like it's rubbing her defeat in her face.
She swears and isn't surprised to hear the whisper of his victorious laughter.
He's the devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes
And he only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't want to fight
You better run for your life
Oh, you better run for your life
M.P-chan: Well, that's that! This is my first time actually writing anything like a kiss, so I was kinda embarrassed and nervous about it. But it's surprisingly easy once you get over the embarrassment, so I'm glad I was able to write Aoko x Kaitou KID for you all (especially Kirite). Byebye and wish me luck for NaNoWriMo! See you guys again soon!