Title: New Feelings
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Theme: #08; fairytales
Pairing: Kuroba Kaito x Nakamori Aoko
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Story is plunnie owned, characters used are Gosho Aoyama owned.
Summary: With one look, you could discover a whole new feeling.
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"And the princess lived happily ever after with her dear prince…" a young girl said happily, her blue eyes holding a soft expression of love. She softly pushed herself as her swing started to move, she lazily held on to the book with one hand while the other grasped on the chain holding the swing.
"Wow, now wouldn't that be so great…I mean finding your prince charming, I wish I could find mine…" she sighed softly.
Beside her, a boy as young as her snorted disapprovingly while swinging.
"Who in their right mind would be your Prince Charming?" he asked sarcastically.
"Hey!" the young girl protested "You're mean Kaito!" she pouted and started to cry.
The young boy's indigo colored eyes widened at the sight of his companion's tears.
"Oi! Come on, Aoko I was kidding! Aoko, don't cry…please" the young Kuroba Kaito begged, standing up from his swing and kneeling in front of the young Nakamori Aoko as he tried to stop her from crying.
Having no luck he reached his left hand towards Aoko, twisted it a bit, a small puff of white smoke covering it before dispersing and showing an almost perfect red rose, its petals, a deep red and shimmering from little droplets of water.
Aoko stopped crying immediately and stared at the flower. Her eyes traced its edges as slightly trembling fingers touched its velvety soft petal brushing off the water droplets.
As her young and small hands took it from Kaito's and lifted it towards her face. Its fragrant scent brushing against her little nose, Aoko closed her eyes as she enjoyed the scent, an unknown force tugging at her lips for a smile.
A slight blush adorned her cheeks. And as any ten-year old would show appreciation, Aoko glomped Kaito and they fell backwards. Both closed their eyes as they had the impact of the fall.
When Aoko's two blue orbs opened they met with bright indigo's. Her breathe caught in her throat as the sight of her best friend, it seemed different, he seemed different. To think, just a moment ago he looked like a friend but now—now he seemed to look like something else…something her young mind has yet to describe.
They stayed like that, Kaito laying on the grass, arms outspread and Aoko on top, her arms propping her up. Silence was everywhere.
"Eh, Aoko…"
As she heard her name the brown-haired girl scampered off her friend and sat down beside him. She was confused, very confused. She felt something different towards her friend, something so very confusing yet somewhat—nice.
"Sorry…" she muttered bowing her head.
Kaito stared at her, quite bewildered. Just then his eyes caught the colors of the sun setting, playing with orange, red and a tinge of pink across the sky. He tugged at her shirt sleeve then pointed upwards, showing her the sky.
Aoko stared up, red and orange blended together, darkening the once blue skies, the dark pink adding more color…the sky, with all the new colors merging together seemed to make the sky, a dark blue, deep and dark, yet somehow bright.
'Like Kaito's eyes' Aoko mused as she continued to stare at the setting sun and its surroundings.
"Nice, isn't it?" Kaito suddenly asked, Aoko just nodded still in awe.
And they sat there together, the forgotten swings behind them as they stared at nature's show.
A while after the sun had set, Kaito escorted Aoko back to her house. Aoko still was silent, pondering about her new feelings, her fairytale book in one hand while the other held the red rose loosely but securely and as they bid goodbye, Aoko closed the front door, locked it and rushed up her room.
There she threw herself on her bed, laid there for a few minutes, deep in thought, before sitting back up. She placed her fairytale book on her bed and opened it, selecting a page where the prince and the princess of the story where holding hands and placed the rose on top, then closed the book, firmly pressing the flower between the pages.
Aoko hugged the book before sighing softly and smiling. She might be confused as to why she felt something different for her friend but she was sure it was something great waiting to unravel before her. Just like her fairytales, she was finding her prince, step by step.
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A/n: Hello! Just been added to the list of writers who will do the 30 hugs challenge!!! Hope I did well for the first story,,,your reviews are greatly appreciated!
