Just to mention: I do not own Magic Kid. Obviously. If I did, it technically wouldn't be a fanfic. All characters belong to their rightful owner.
Daydream Kaito: Blond hair and...
"3 strokes on each one, takes at least 3 minutes to dry even if the bottle claims to be shorter." Aoko said, "oh actually, can depend on how many coats… for longer stay, the base, the colour with two coats and the top coat. Wait what, why do you ask?"
Kaito smiled innocently, "just asking. Sake of common knowledge." He tapped is head sweetly.
~~~Three days later~~~
Hakuba Saguru woke up to an odd smell. Chemicals? He took a while just lying there, wondering how he managed to be drugged to sleep this time round.
He started with the usual routine:
1)Check clothing, if any. (Has had bad experience with this, the astronaut outfit and maid dress being an example.)
2)Check hair. (Is there any confetti, glitter, some form of chemical sticky substance, hairbands, headbands, ribbons etc…)
3)Check colour of hair. (Find nearest mirror. Do not attempt to wash out. He gets full marks in chemistry.)
4)Check the time. (The most normal action here. Do not forget the seconds.)
5)Place/Location? (Which side of Japan? Or solarsystem for that matter.)
6)Other people around? (What fate have they landed in? Do you see Mr blue-eyed detective in a pink wedding dress? Is anyone worse off?)
Hakuba mentally ticked off the first three, the time was 11:52 and 27 seconds, level 39 toilets (also deducting from the sanitary towel dispensers that it was the ladies, thank-you-not- so-very-much) and thankfully, the only human in the room. Not that anyone could laugh at him this time. He was fully clothed appropriately (meaning what he wore this morning when he woke up)and nothing required immediate fixing in his (precious) blond locks.
"Too good to be true, huh?" he thought to himself.
He started toward the door wondering whether KID has been captured.
Then kicked himself for the utterly uneducated and illogical question. Nakamori-keibu is most probably running around like a headless chicken yelling at some inflatable dummy. Those were the moments Saguru recognized the genetic link between the man and his mop-armed daughter.
He laid a right hand on the door, only then did he notice the white card…
Enjoyed your beauty sleep?
Kaito KID *doodle*
ps: No.14 Dark cherry red really does compliment your hair .
*** 'Tis my first ever (I repeat EVER!) fanfic. Please be nice. Tips and hints will be very much appreciated. Now I am going to click the Save button before I chicken out. ***