Everything In Between 1
Characters: Kaito and mentions of others
Pairings: Kaito x right hand, you'll have to read to understand
Warnings: monomania
Rating: K
Summary: Kaito is obsessed with hands.
Hands
Kaito had not idea how Aoko had managed to do it. She had actually gotten a permission from her father to have a movie night slash sleep-over. Not that the party was allowed to be a big one. Only the closest friends were invited.
"Hand over the remote", Kaito told Keiko. He got a elbow in the ribs from Aoko and added: "Please." The blond girl gave him the remote with a wide smile.
Keiko's hands were soft, Kaito noticed when their hands brushed together. They were far from smooth but they were soft. The slight roughness of the skin was probably caused by all the dry paper she carried with her all day, most of the paper consisting of manga books.
Kaito pressed on the remote and the movie started playing. He had seen the flick in question various times but Aoko had insisted on watching it. How she had gotten everyone else to agree aswell was anyone's guess.
Aoko's hands were rough and hard, Kaito knew this from all the times the girl had dragged him to one place or another by the hand. Kaito also knew that the skin of her hands was the way it was because she used a mop for more than just whacking Kaito upside the head.
Kaito thought that hands told a lot about a person. Kudo, for example, had perfectly smooth and soft children hands. He knew this from the times he had posed as Ran. Kaito suspected that Kudo really hated his hands.
Koizumi's hands had perfect skin. There were absolutely no flaw in the porcelain skin. Her hands were also soft beyond compaire. She had slim hands and long, elegant fingers. Kaito liked her hands. They just had two flaws Kaito could not forgive. For one, they were as cold as ice. And two, they had a habit of ending up in places you did not want them in.
Kaito's own hands were slim, much like the witch's. He, however, did not have long nails and skin as cold as death. And his skin may have been smooth but his hands were still hard. It was a combination Kaito had not felt on any other person but he suspected his father had had hands like his.
After the movie was over the group had settled to sleep on the living room floor. The giggles from the girls had quieted down when they had gotten tired enough and gone out like light, much to Kaito's relief.
Kaito eyed the person lying down next to him, trying to determine how deeply asleep the other was. When he was certain that the other was out of it he reached out to grab one of the large hands. There was no way he could inspect them while the other was awake.
The right hand Kaito was holding in his own was a lot larger than his own but reminded Kaito of his own in its shape. The hand was slim and long and the perfect, soft and smooth skin reminded Kaito of Koizumi. There was one large diffrence, though. This hand was comfortably warm.
Kaito noticed something on the middle finger of the hand and ran his thumb over it a couple of times. There was a rough spot there, a small piece of imperfection. It was probably caused by a lot of writing and holding a pen.
Kaito snuggled the pale hand to his chest. He simply loved this hand. A tired grunt brought Kaito's attention to the owner of the hand, though.
"Let go of my hand, Kuroba", a male voice growled. Kaito only shook his head furiously.
"No!" he protested. "I like it."
"You have two of your own. You don't need mine."
Kaito did not comment on the statement. He simply huggled the hand closer to his chest.
Hakuba let out a defeated sigh, not bothering to try to pull his hand free.
"Thief..." was all he said and Kaito did not protest this time.
The End