Gosh, I'm sorry for the delay. Fixing this chapter's clunky sentences and inconsistent POV kinda made me head/desk for a while, and I'm still not satisfied with the outcome. This chapter's really a lost cause. (Hides)
Disclaimer:Gosho Aoyama owns Detective Conan. It would have been a yaoi anime had I owned it. Heh heh.
Warning: Potential POV fail and incoherency with cliché and corniness added to the mix. Oh, and don't forget the hopefully not-so-atrocious grammar and the OOC-ness.
With that, please enjoy!
Aprons and Curiosity
This could not go on any longer.
The stare he had been receiving for the past few hours were making the hair at the back of his neck stand on its end. The odd feeling of déjà vu was crawling in his mind. Had he been stared at like this before? Then he remembered that case with the Memories Eggs, with the fake Shiratori and his constant stalking; and there was his creepy stare that could send children crying for their mothers. Definitely not something he wanted to be reminded of. Mildly disturbed, Shinichi peered over his shoulder to have a look at the other occupant of the room who was a magician, a thief and a prankster all rolled into one, namely Kuroba Kaito.
The said boy was still sitting there, in the same position Shinichi had seen last time. With a goofy smile plastered on his face, he was leaning into his palm and looking at Shinichi through half-lidded eyes. Overall he resembled a huge, contented cat. His posture suggested that he was very comfortable and wouldn't stop his staring any time soon much to Shinichi's chagrin. He even made a little wave to him, his apparent object of attention when he noticed the gaze on him. Shinichi was half-tempted to shove a fish to his face; maybe it would stop this ridiculous business. But he wasn't Aoko, so he resisted the urge and just carried on with his task, which was making the curry edible. And it wasn't a hard task, considering curry was one of the dishes he could prepare without setting his kitchen in flames. Only if there weren't any eyes glued on his back. He hated, no, loathed being watched.
"Care to enlighten me why you are looking at me so… intensely, Kaito?" Shinichi didn't bother to hide the annoyance in his tone. He tasted the sample of the curry roux. 'A bit too bland,' he thought and added a spoonful of salt in the pot. Being too absorbed in his task, he didn't hear the shuffling behind him. Three months of living with the prankster magician taught Shinichi not to flinch when a pair of arms snaked around his waist. He tried to relax his tense shoulders, though.
"I wasn't staring, I was ogling at your gorgeous body, particularly your ass, my dear detective," Kaito purred, nuzzling Shinichi's neck. Then he leaned up, brushing his lips over the detective's ear shell. "And I was contemplating all the dirty things I could do with it."
Mentally congratulating himself on not squeaking at the husky voice breathing into his ear, the vexed detective shot the thief a glare from the corner of his eyes. "Shut up, this is not the time," he scoffed, "Do you wish to eat some charred remains of curry or something? I'd gladly make some if you want," He was well aware of the blush that was creeping to his face, but there was nothing he could have done about it, really. He wouldn't even bother trying, knowing the playful magician would do something (perverted) to make his blush resurface again.
'Nothing good comes from being in the same house with this guy,' Shinichi concluded.
"Doesn't matter if it's burnt," Kaito said, nibbling on the detective's earlobe, grinning inwardly when he felt the other's breath hitched, "I'm perfectly content with everything you serve me anyway," His hand began to slide on Shinichi's clothed chest and trace nonsensical lines, making the other squirm slightly. "Did I mention that you look really good in that apron?" As unexpected as it was, Kaito managed to twist body in time to dodge the elbow aimed for his ribs. Taking a few steps backwards, the magician raised his hands in mock surrender; the grin never left his face. Shinichi turned around, ready to give him an earful.
"What did I say about-" he was abruptly cut off when he heard a small puff on the shell of his ear. It was a red rose. Shinichi frowned even deeper in distaste while his face gained another shade of red.
"Now now, anger doesn't become you, Shinichi." Kaito placed a kiss on the flushed detective's hand, a rather delicate hand; Shinichi didn't do much tough work to have his hands calloused, Kaito noted. He did this many times before but he still liked to examine his rival's hands. Slightly tilting his head up to have a better look at the object of his affection, the magician was pleased to see his expression; one that was torn between irritation and fondness. He smiled. "A rose suits you much better,"
Shinichi had to chuckle at that. "That," he began, "is so corny and cheesy, you know?" Then he gently took his hand out from Kaito's loose grip before taking the rose off his ear. Giving it a brief glance, he put the rose on the prankster's ear.
"You and your shenanigans," He chuckled at the bewildered expression on the thief's face, and then he turned his attention back to the steaming curry roux pot. "But I guess that's why I'm still here,"
It was an almost inaudible mutter, but it didn't go unheard by the thief's trained keen ears. After laying the rose on the table, with his trade-marked KID smirk Kaito slowly walked to Shinichi's side.
"But you know what?" The magician leaned in, purring. Shinichi decided he did not like the mischievous look Kaito was throwing at him, or those hands that were pulling out a red cloth from his pants pocket. His detective part of his mind was screaming at him to get away as soon as possible, or get any creature of the sea, which he wasn't sure he had any, because again, he wasn't Aoko, and he had his own ways of controlling the boundless energy that was Kaito. His other curious half said he should just observe, because truth to be told, he liked seeing Kaito's little magic shows, regardless that half, no, most of the time he and Hakuba was the butt of the prankster's jokes. Not to mention it was very humiliating and embarrassing. Like that one time…
His thoughts were cut off suddenly when a red cloth covered his vision. The detective was about to object when the offending object was yanked off his head with a small explosion of pink smoke followed close by. He yelped, his hand shot up to cover his nose immediately out of instinct of being gassed; then he whirled around and glared at the laughing magician.
"I've been wondering about something, detective," Kaito tapped his chin with his index finger, feigning contemplating, before he looked at Shinichi with his KID-like smirk on his face. "Won't you satisfy my curiosity?" Still wearing his smirk, he waved some of the smoke away, "And don't worry, it's just regular, harmless smoke,"
When the smoke began to disperse Shinichi had the feeling that something was very, very wrong. His backside felt bare, and so were his legs. Actually, he felt naked. He could feel breeze brushing against his skin; he leaned against the counter.
His suspicion was confirmed when the smoke cleared and he had a good look at himself. His clothes were missing, and, God forbid, even his boxers had disappeared! The only thing left that was preserving what little left his dignity was the dark blue apron he had been wearing. He shivered, the air in the room felt cool against his fervent skin, and the leering look on the thief's face was not helping his case, at all. Shinichi thought he was going to burst a vein soon, but the more rational part of his mind told him to calm down, and he did. Three months of sharing the same roof with his nuisance of a housemate had taught him to not get riled over the magician's pranks, because that would just encourage him even more. Damn him and his immunity to any kind of insult. That and the damnable Poker Face.
Keeping his voice even, Shinichi slowly asked. "What is the meaning of this, Kaito? Where are my clothes?" Unconsciously, he reached down to tug the hem of the apron lower in hope of hiding some more skin. His scowl deepened when he saw the corners of the culprit's mouth twitched up slightly. If he ever heard a single stifled laugh he would serve him Soccer Ball with Super Shoes as a side dish; then he'd dress him up in his Kaitou KID suit; tie him up and send him to his KID Fan Club with a 'I'm yours forever , my beloved fan club!' note attached to him. He'd like to see how Kaito was going to get out of that one. Heh.
Shinichi was drawn back from his musings by the other boy's chortle. "Can't I be curious and see how you look in an apron, naked?" Kaito slightly tilted his head to one side, feigning curiosity, "and I must say the results turned out better than I had imagined," Grinning madly as he observed Shinichi, who had given up his futile attempt at making the apron longer and simply folded his arms in resignation. He resorted to glaring at him. Kaito continued, unaffected by the heated glare directed at him. "As for your clothes, they're tucked away safely… somewhere."
"Nice to know that. Now that you've done your… little experiment, can I have my clothes back? I still have a curry pot to attend to." The kempt-haired boy sighed as he extended his hand out expectantly. He raised a brow when the other boy did not make a move and only stood there smirking. The sudden jerking motion made Shinichi yelped out in surprise and the next moment he found his face being buried in Kaito's chest; he spluttered as his chin was lifted up to meet his captor's gaze. "W-What…"
"I'm not done with you yet," Kaito leaned in to steal a small kiss. "And never will be." Then he brushed his lips gently against the other's again as he held the detective while his free hand roamed Shinichi's bare backside.
"But the, ah… the curry…." Shinichi protested weakly, he was fighting a losing battle and he knew it. And that was the most frustrating part; the damn thief was too irresistible.
The magician gave a short laugh. "Still worry about trivialities?" With a snap of fingers something was flipped off, and Shinichi realized it was the stove. "Happy now, great detective?" Kaito asked with a small smirk on his face, and he went back to planting kisses
It only occurred to Shinichi that they were in the kitchen when his unclothed back came in contact with the rough surface of the wall.
"Hey, wait- Not in here!"
His cry went unheard.
-fin-
Yay for nonsensical plot. If there was ever one at all.
That aside, constructive criticisms are very welcome~
