- I own nothing except my non-existent confidence -
for Athenaadante, again and again
When Hattori Heiji and Kudo Shinichi arrived they found Hakuba and Kaito each with a shovel in hand, working merrily(or miserably, in some cases) away against a very, very white background.
Almost as a natural reaction, Hattori bent down and picked up some of the pristine white substances on the ground and sniffed them, looking dubious.
"Yes, it's snow." Kaito said bitterly, sticking the shovel onto the ground with a soft thud.
"Snow?" Shinichi looked as if he rather believed it was a huge pile of pure heroin. "We don't usually get that much snow this time of the year… not any more… and snow does not only fall in Hakuba's garden, does it?" He examined the surroundings and raised an eyebrow in question, Hattori joining him, only with two eyebrows.
"Ask him," Kaito pointed a finger of guiltiness at the blonde detective, expressionless.
Hakuba seemed to be good spirits and didn't mind the accusing finger at all.
"Well," he started, smiling, "You asked for a traditional Christmas, didn't you?"
"…Yes," Kaito eyed the boy suspiciously, "Turkey, fireplace, mince-pie, all that. I don't think home delivered snow was on the list, to be honest."
"And how do we define traditional Christmas again?" Hakuba challenged, smiling ever slightly. "A White Christmas. Time spent with your friends and family, happy times."
Kaito literally jumped at the definition. "Oh God! Please don't tell me you've invited your parents – and mine – too!!"
The blonde looked thoughtful. "OK, make that 'time spent with your friends and the one you love', happy?"
Kaito opened his mouth to retort, but the Osaka detective said a casual comment that made his jaws close with an audible clack again. It just happened that Hattori observed with two raised eyebrows,
"You two are just arguing like an old married couple, aren't you?"
Shinichi nodded in agreement, and attempted in vain to conceal a smirk.
Undignified replies came from both Hakuba – "old?!" – and Kaito – "married?!" – and fell deadpanned to the ground.
Several seconds later, to everyone's surprise, Kaito started shovelling the snow as if there were Pandora hidden under it. Hakuba merely looked upon his companion in amusement. Shinichi's smirk widened as Hattori observed again, quite accurately,
"Exercise is good for you. There's definitely redness in your cheeks, Kuroba."
Kaito ignored his comment but looked up nonetheless, his sky-blue eyes narrowing with homicide.
"What makes you think we are a couple?"
"Not just a couple, an old and married couple," Hattori corrected.
"No, what makes you think we are a couple after all." He really wished he could stuff the Osaka detective's head into the oven just as Hakuba did the turkey.
"Well, you tend to appear on the news with him, walk around with him, be chased around with him, invites friends to Christmas with him, lives with him, works with him, sleep eat does homework and stand here today shovelling snow with him…need I go on?"
Kaito death-glared Shinichi, the eloquent detective of the East, and when a hole didn't appear as intended on the face that was a split image of his, he gave up.
"Fine. Hakuba, you are on your own." As if proving the point, he threw his hands up in the air and headed straight for the dining room.
"…" Hattori, the observer, scratched his nose at this awkward moment before blurting out, "and just exactly who wears the trousers in this house?"
Hakuba smiled extra-sweetly and locked his fierce gaze with the darker boy, while calling out: "Kaito, please do set the table and bring out the turkey."
A series of incoherent grumble and reluctant clungggg that was meant to be the oven door banging open answered him. Hattori looked enlightened.
"… I see."
To Be Continued
A/N: My second English fanfic of Magic Kaito. I write loads in Chinese, but got a bit bored lately. It's meant to be as funny as possible, but as I said, I own nothing except my essays, coursework, and non-existent confidence, so I have no sense of humour at all. Sorry guys.
Review was what I would ask from Santa this Christmas, anyone wanna be my Santa? x)
PS. depends on how things go, I might let things spice up a bit.. hmm. there's a thought.
