" 1:12 "

Sharp, swallowed ticking, dim light, the last person still eagerly typing the report. Nakamori Ginzo rubs his head frustrated and decides that's all he can force out of himself that day.

Getting up, putting on the old jacket he half-mindedly lights a cigarette. The awareness only struck him after the first deep breath. He takes out the smoldering paper and let's memories overflow him.

The first time he just barely missed to catch Kaito Kid he was in this very same room smoking the hundredth cigarette when his wife simply broke into the room, grabbed him and forced him to go home and sleep. They had a horrible argument after that.

There was a time when Aoko was only 2 and they wanted to throw a party for her birthday, only the three of them. And Kid announced his next heist to the exact same date.

Another horrible argument.

His wife once said, Ginzo might love Kid more than his family.

To prove her wrong, he took vacation and they visited the ocean.

That week was one of the most treasured memories of his. And again Kid ruined that one as well, since he had to steal something from that territory.

When they moved to their current neighborhood and that magician and his family greeted them so lovely, his wife was already sick. He was glad Aoko found a friend her age.

The cigarette's end lit up with a small red glim as Ginzo took another deep breath from it. He watched the smoke cover his eyesight then clear out again.

It reminded him of their marriage. Arguments and apologies.

He always found it miraculous how Aoko remained this innocent and lovely. Patient. Never angry.

Like of course she's not happy how late he goes home, but she never started an act, or cursed him and demanded him quit the police. Not like his wife would have done it anyway.

Nobody said to stop, no one halted him. And that criminal dressed in white was just oil to the situation, always pronouncing what will he steal. As if it was a game.

He knew this game very well. He had the role of the fool in it every time. Not that he could do anything about it. He really tried his best. And to some point he could win some part of it. After all he really know what preparations just had to be done.

But he could never surprise the thief and that was his misery. Then some random teen shows up from nowhere and corners Kid in a blink. No surprise Ginzo didn't handle it well.

The inspector walked in the smoothing rain, his cigarette almost done. One last sip and he dumped the remained end into a bin.

He should take a day out next weekend. It was too long ago they spent a little time for just the two of them, like a family should. Only, even if he does that Kuroba will show up and join in despite the lack of invitation. Sure the kids grew up together, but that doesn't mean he looks at that guy as his own son.

Whatever. Ginzo was tired and frustrated, all he wanted to do was get something in his stomach and sleep.

And give his lovely daughter a calming smile that everything is alright.

He learned it the hard way just how awfully important that little gesture can be. His wife was sure the woman he could wish for. Nothing less, nothing more.

Hands hesitating on the doorknob, the man let out a sigh from his heart, aiming the sky, something above the sky, someone above everything.

The door opened, he switched the lights on and entered his little cold lonely house with the patient girl inside.


A.N.
Wellcome back after a looong pause, I hope you enjoyed it
have a wonderful new year with this old scribbled part I had for years, and hope for some more if university lets me