Remembering
By Dane Taisho
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I don't own Magic Kaitou or Case Closed
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Aoko could remember the day Kaito told her the truth about his night job
She could also remember her reaction. A fit of anger unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She remembered yelling with him. She recalled every word, every insult, every lie she told him and herself.
She could also remember his face when she broke up with him. That complete look of hopelessness, of sorrow. She remembered him begging her to reconsider. She remembers the slap, leaving a red handprint across his face.
Aoko remembers that a month later that a sniper had injured KID while he was trying to steal some jewels of Japan's royal family. She remembered that the police captured him and had rushed him to the hospital. She remembered that she never even went to visit him.
She remembers the media going crazy over the infamous Kaitou KID going to jail. She remembers the political powers behind the judge's decision. Kaito Kuroba, a.k.a. Kaitou KID, was to spend the next thirty years in a maximum-security prison.
She remembers learning she was pregnant.
She remembers the last time she saw Kaito. In jail, behind bars. She remembers telling him of her pregnancy, of his reaction, and of her final words to him.
She was having an abortion.
She remembers learning of Kaito's death the day before her operation, stabbed in the heart during a prison riot. She remembers crying into her pillow for hours after learning the news.
She remembers deciding to keep the child.
She remembers Jumon's birth well. The sweet little boy that was the result of one night of romance.
A boy that will never know his father.
Yet for every bad memory of Kaito, she remembers a good one as well. The first time they met, days in school together. His confession of his affection. Their first date as well as their first kiss. That one night, how she gave herself to him.
So, at age four, when Jumon asked what his daddy was like, Aoko old her son of all the good things. Of his curiosity, of his fun-loving attitude. She told him of his interests, of his habits, and his insane fear of fish. Jumon learned of her parents daily quarrels, and laughed when his mom old him she used to chase his dad with a mop. She told him all that he needed to know.
So she told him tales of Kaitou KID's many heists.
After all, remembering means both the good as well as bad.
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Another idea that was bothering me. Not the best story, I know, but at least seemed real.
Jumon means magic spell or incantation.