Third chapter. More of a chapter where Aoko is sorta, how should I say it, um...
***VERY IMPORTANT*** Let me get one thing straight. These chapters are NOT linked. They each are one-shots. So later on if any of you guys get confused if she was here then there, right now's the right time to know.
It isn't a joke when they say it's Kaito's birthday, because it's true.
He's turning eighteen, no joke at all. No. Joke.
And maybe that's why he made Hattori become temporary restaurant CEO for him today, and make Shinichi to cartwheels with a dress on while he's eating for the day. No joke at all, either. Shinichi had to wear a lavender pink dress that reached to his knee. Hattori had to wear a green wig. Not pleasant, eh? Definitely, NOT. But hey, anything for the birthday boy, eh?
"Well, Aoko, ready to go to Mushi Atsuidesu, Hattori's temporary private restaurant?" Kaito grinned and pulled on a cap while dropping on the driver's seat.
"Just promise me you won't try driving off a bridge," Aoko pleaded.
"I won't," He replied. His wickedly spiked hair stood out boldly against the pale moonlight. He jammed the key in the hole and stamped his foot on the gas. They pulled off the driveway and drove on the bridge with a dense cloud of silence steaming in their mouths and in the car.
"I wonder where my otousan is," Aoko worriedly expressed her concerns. She looked out the window.
"Heh. That third-rate cop is probably getting drunk in the bars off south with Ran's otousan," Kaito chuckled to himself while staring straight ahead as if there was something he was hiding.
"FOR THE LAST TIME ON EARTH, HE IS NOT A THIRD-RATE COP! FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!" Aoko shrieked. Kaito covered his ears with his hands. "NO! DON'T LEAVE THE WHEEL!"
"Well, you made me," Kaito shrugged, although a glint of humor stringed in his eye, reflecting the moonlight and exposing those great sapphires that lay beneath the surface.
"You still find ways to embarrass me, don't you?" Aoko humphed with a face red humiliation.
"Just making sure my skills don't go rusty," Kaito laughed.
"And your laugh still makes me warm," Aoko muttered.
"That would be good on cold days," Kaito bobbed his head like a second grader who was proud of completing 2+2.
"Shut up, you!" Aoko swatted his shoulder with her hand that was numb from the cold.
"Why should I? We're there already, it wouldn't be polite to keep quiet," Kaito stated nonchalantly. He cautiously but also humorously backed the car into the closest space available.
"We're...here?"
"Yup!" Kaito call over his shoulder as he strolled onto the sidewalk.
"Matte!" Aoko called as she hurriedly threw her backpack over her shoulder. "There's a lot of homework in here!"
"Why'd you bring it anyway?" Kaito called, looking annoyed.
"Well..." She looked away, flustered.
"Come on," He called at he pulled open the door. "I'm not going to keep on holding this door open."
"Coming!" She glared at him and walked in.
On the way home, Aoko decided that she would sleep in a guest room in Kaito's house.
"Kaito! You need to organize your so many pairs of shoes! Do you really want me to lecture you?" Aoko scolded him. Kaito just shrugged.
"No," He answered shortly.
"Listen to this," Aoko brightened up. It was a song she heard from an American radio that Ran had introduced her to. It was, unfortunately, something that everyone hates.
"Get Low when the whistle blows!" Fifth Harmony sang. Kaito looked down. Aoko was on the floor.
"Nani? She did say to get low!" Aoko huffed.
"The whistle didn't blow," Kaito replied.