Rain: Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I do not own DC/MK. If I do, KID would be able to converse with chipmunks.
It was raining that night.
"Tousan, are you sure that KID would show up tonight?" With rueful hands Aoko pulled the curtains aside, watching the rainwater pour down the glass in fast, open rivulets. It was pouring. Perhaps you could stay? A small voice whispered in her ears, childish in its hopeful plead. She swallowed it back into her throat. She knew better.
"Aoko, you know KID never goes back on his word. Once a heist's been announced - he's there." Behind her, the gruff-voiced man stuffed his mouth with toast with one hand and battled with his slack tie with the other. Currently he was losing, fingers tangled hopelessly in the slick strip of neckwear and half-chewed pieces of bread. Aoko let the curtains fall back in place, shutting out the world beyond with a soft rustle of its folds.
"Right." By the chair, she picked up his brown beaten briefcase. Its hide was trodden; the handle well-worn with age. For a second her hands tightened on the handle, the muscles in her arms taut but hesitant to extend. With a loud belch the moustached man choked down the last piece of toast along with his daily cup of coffee. It was miraculous how he quickly scuffed down the breakfast - straight from the pan, without so much as a burnt tongue.
"How's school?" He wiped his mouth absently on a napkin, his eyes already checking out his wristwatch.
"Fine, Tousan."
"How's Kaito-kun?"
"He's fine."
"Good, good." His head bobbed, his socked feet half-way to the door. His tie was still askew - almost comically so - a big, broad-shouldered man of his statue striding with two polar ends of his tie flapping to the side. She trailed after him, his briefcase still clutched tightly in her hands.
"The bento's in the briefcase - "
"Thanks, Aoko." His hands closed around the handle and she felt it slide out of her grasp.
"Go get KID, Tousan!"
But Nakamori Ginzo was already gone, the door closing behind him with crisp click. He might have murmured a reply, but whatever words he spared were instantly swallowed by the distant drone of rain outside. Feeling an odd sense of defeat, she shuffled back into the kitchen. There were dishes to do before school.
It wasn't later, much later, that she discovered that her father had forgotten his umbrella.
a/n: A short little chapter into Aoko's mind. I'm making an effort to post a chapter each week - though this one is rather curt so I would probably post another (longer) one later. And many thanks to DarkWolfYoukai860 for pointing outthe Inspector-keibu mix-up! (I'm a shoddy editor, I confess) Appreciate & love the reviews, as always! ^^