Note: I really, really should be sleeping, but I can't and this idea won't get out off my head! So, what do I do? I write it down and deliver it to you guys to judge! (Sigh) It's almost dawn in here and here I am writing. I seriously hate my mind sometimes. But anyway, hope you like this little piece of work.
Enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan, Magic Kaitou, or any of the characters! Sadly. :(
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Aoko
"I'm bored."
"..."
"I'm really, really, bored!"
"..."
"Aoko." Kuroba Kaito whined childishly, plopping down beside his best friend haphazardly. "I'm bored!"
Nakamori Aoko huffed, looking up from the magazine that she was reading rather peacefully before her childish, childhood best friend decided to annoy her by whining that he was bored.
Really, it was a perfectly clear, beautiful summer day. There was no school. No stress of homework. And there they were, stuck in his house for a lazy afternoon. But she guessed that Kaito can't exactly be lazy since he was a very, very energized eighteen-years-old.
"Why don't you watch something, then?"
"I did. They are all re-runs of old movies."
"Play a game?"
"It's no fun playing alone."
"Listen to music?"
"Nothing is good on the radio."
"Go outside, take a stroll, and buy us some ice-cream."
"But, Aoko, we already did buy ice-cream and we ate it an hour ago."
The brunette huffed again, looking back at the magazine. "Well, I'm sorry, Kaito, but nothing more comes to mind."
He groaned. "Come on, Aoko. You can't tell me the magazine is more interesting than doing something with your best friend!"
She simply ignored him.
Kaito sighed, sinking deeper into the couch and pouting. There was nothing to do. Normally, when he was bored and wanted to tick Aoko off—which he was trying to do, but she was strategically avoiding the bait—he would simply flip her skirt sky-high, and she would chase him around with a mop for a solid half an hour.
Unfortunately for the young magician and fortunately for his young best friend, she was wearing jeans today. Very tight, hip-hugging jeans that modified her figure and accented it well. Her spaghetti strap blue top hugged her upper body too, showing off just enough curves.
Kaito was deeply impressed—after all, blue always looked lovely with her skin.
Yet again, he found himself gazing at her. How her eyes scanned the magazine interestedly, how her hair was tamed a bit more, how her eyebrows rose in surprise and confusion for a minute, and then, how her lips curved into a small, curious smile.
"Ne, Kaito..."
He snapped out of his trance, shaking his head. "Nani?"
She looked at him, the smile still in place, only growing wider. "You're bored, ne?"
"Yeah."
"Well, would you like to take a little quiz?" she asked, tilting her head.
He frowned in confusion. "What kind of quiz?"
She showed him the magazine's page and his lapis lazuli eyes took in the words written in black bold at the very top of the page: How Well Do You Know Your Best Friend?
He made a face. "Urgh, Aoko! That's too—girly! Even for you!"
She glared. "Excuse me, but I'll have you know that I am a girl!"
He rolled his eyes. "I know that, Aoko. I am only stating that it's not like you to take some girly quiz."
She shrugged; the smile returned. "I don't know. It might be interesting." She looked at him with her big, blue eyes, pouting. "Come on, Kaito. Let's take this quiz together. Please?"
He was fighting a lost battle—he knew once she turned that pout on him. His eye twitched, his mind searched for a way out of this. But he couldn't find a decent excuse for not taking this stupid, blasted quiz.
Finally, he sighed, defeated. "Fine."
She squealed. "Thank you."
He rolled his eyes, fondly. "So, how exactly do you take this quiz?"
"It's simple. I ask the question. You answer. Then the other way around and we'll grade it."
He nodded.
Aoko smiled, adjusting her seating position so that her legs were tucked under her and she was facing Kaito, her hair cascading down her shoulders neatly. She cleared her throat.
"Okay. One: What's my favourite kind of weather?"
Kaito looked thoughtful for a minute, before smiling. "Rainy days. Because you get to curl up on the sofa with a blanket, a mug of hot-chocolate, and a good book. And if you feel like it, you would stare at the raindrops falling from the window."
Aoko smiled. "Correct. Two: What's my favourite hang-out spot?"
"At the back of the school building where the sakura trees are scattered."
She looked at him. "Wow, Kaito. I'm impressed. Fine. Another point to you. Three: When was the last time I was really, really angry?"
Kaito swallowed, answering carefully. "A couple of months ago—when you found out the truth about Kaitou Kid."
A brief flash of irritation crossed her eyes before she nodded, smiling weakly. "Yes. That's true. I was really angry at you for not telling me before, but—" she shrugged. "—at least, it came out from you and not anyone else. Besides, you got the bad guys behind bars, so everything is good."
"Yeah..." he scratched the back of his head.
"Moving on. Four: How many kids do I want to have?" Aoko looked embarrassed for a minute, before shrugging and looking up at him.
Kaito was confused, scratching the back of his head again. How was he supposed to know that? They never talked about that kind of stuff! At least, not yet...
He cleared his throat. "Well, seeing as you are an only child, I guess you would want two. Maybe three...?" he shrugged.
Aoko looked thoughtful. "You know, you're right. I would want two kids. Being a lonely kid is not good." She smiled. "Well, it'll have to depend on the father too, so..." she trailed off, shrugging.
For some reason, Kaito felt his heart beating quickly.
"Next. Five: Is there something in my room, I hide from everyone, if so, what is it?" she looked at him, smirking. She knew there was no way he would know this one.
He smirked right back at her, confident. "Yes, there is. A small, red dairy your father gave you on your fourteenth birthday that sits hidden right under your pillow."
Her eyes widened. "How did you know that?"
Kaito's smirk grew as he shook a finger. "A magician never reveals his secrets, dear."
She scowled at him. "You better not have touched it, Kuroba."
He hummed.
She glowered at him for another minute before he looked at her, cocking his head to the side. "Fire away the next question, Aoko-chan. This is getting rather interesting."
She growled, wishing she had a mop to swing it at his devastatingly handsome head. Nevertheless, she turned to the sixth question.
"Six: What is my most embarrassing moment?"
Kaito cocked his head to the side more, pursing his lips in deep thought. "Hmm. Barely escaping kissing Hakuba at the beginning of our junior year in high school?"
Aoko blushed badly. Kaito laughed at her expression, revealing that memory in his head.
They were cleaning the class after a long, tiresome day of studying. Hakuba, as usual, was trying to win Aoko's attention with some of his lame pick-up lines—it was how Kaito viewed it, anyway. Aoko was being the sweet, polite girl that she always was and turned him down.
She went back to scrubbing the floor, unaware of Hakuba approaching her slowly. When she looked up to inform him that she was done, she was startled that he was so close that she took an instinctive step back, sending her feet to trip over the bucket full of water as she landed hard on her butt. The bucket flew in the air and chose to spill its contents at Aoko, drenching her completely.
And that was the moment Kuroba Kaito entered the room.
He stopped laughing immediately as Aoko took a swing at his head, which he dodged gracefully. However, he was unsuccessful in blocking the sharp pain that her elbow caused to his ribs.
"Hey!" he wheezed out.
"Serves you right, baka!" she hissed, turning to her magazine.
"Oh, come on, Aoko. I'm sorry. But it was really hilarious!" he chuckled, before quickly quietening down at her glare. He offered a small smile. "Continue...?"
She sighed, shaking her head. "Fine. Seven: What's my favourite piece of clothing?"
Kaito blinked, pursing his lips again before he brightened. "Oi! I know. That blue dress you wore to that police banquet three months ago."
Aoko smiled slowly, shaking her head. "The first wrong answer, Kuroba."
He blinked. "Eh? It's not?" he tilted his head, confused. "Then what is it?"
She blushed prettily, avoiding his eyes as she answered, softly. "The black shirt I nicked from you last year."
He blinked, startled for a moment before a grin broke out at his lips. Before he could voice a comment, Aoko quickly cleared her throat and continued.
"Eight: Do I have any birthmarks, and if so, where?" she stared, confused at the question. "Nani? I don't think I have one."
"Actually, you do." Kaito stated, matter-of-factly. Aoko looked at him, surprised. "It's a strawberry-shaped mark right at the small of your back."
As Aoko stared at him incredulously, Kaito shrugged. "I noticed it when we went to the beach last summer." he stated shortly.
She nodded slowly. "Okay. Um." She looked down at the magazine. "Two more questions. Nine: What's my favourite thing about you?" she blushed lightly.
Kaito smirked. "Oh. That's easy! My good-looks, of course."
Aoko swatted at him. "Baka, don't get too big-headed. And that's your second wrong answer."
"Really?" he was curious. "Then, what is your favourite thing about me?"
Aoko looked away, a faint pink staining her cheeks. If she was honest with herself, the list went on and on and never stopped. But the most important one...
"Your eyes." she whispered, finally looking back at him. "I like your eyes. It's true that you sometimes block me out, but at the off chances that you don't, I get to know what you are thinking from your eyes."
They stared at each other for the longest time, each taking in the emotions their eyes were conveying at this moment. Azure blue clashed with lapis lazuli and she offered him a small smile before breaking eye contact and returning to the magazine.
"Last question. Ten: What's the most spontaneous thing I've ever done?"
He snorted. "Aside chasing me with a mop, you mean?" he ducked when she took a swing at him. "Oi!"
"Should I take that answer?" Aoko asked sweetly.
He sighed. "Fine. It was in a heist. A bullet grazed my ankle and I was falling off the edge of the roof when you lunged at me and grabbed my hand just as I was free-falling. And it could have very much resulted in you falling with me. But..." he stopped, looking at her. "I won't be revealing that possibility."
She smiled. "Good. 'Cause I'm here." she stood up and stretched. "I'll go bring us both a cup of water before it's your turn to quiz me, ne?"
"Fine." he smiled, watching her walking away. "With ice, please."
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Note: Okay, Aoko's part is done! Kaito's part will be coming up tomorrow or later tonight! I don't know. Review please, 'cause your opinion matters the most. :)
Till next time...
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