A/N: I'm back, yeah! One friggin' MONTH without any fanfics at all – that's torture. But now I AM back – to fics and cookies and everything in between. x3
Speaking of cookies… the following drabble was born from a talk between butterfly-chan and me about KID-feeding-Aoko-with-cookies. Eventually it revolved into her daring me to write out something with that prompt as a starting theme. (Two cookies-addicts we are, uh?)
Warning: the cast is all Aoyama-sensei's. (I had a friend sent to Japan in July to ask him if he wouldn't graciously hand the rights over to me, but he said no. Can you believe that?) The idea, uh… well I guess butterfly-chan and I are sharing it…
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CoOkIe-AdDiCt
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Codename of the operation: CoOkIe-AdDiCt.
Aim of the operation: That towel-covered plate on the table over there.
Detail of the operation: Swift but useful. Dash in, grab aim, dash out.
Possible booby-traps that might endanger the success of the operation: Errr… visibly, none. Chairs in the way, which in case they are butted into, might topple over and wake household. (In which case, run for it.) Ways to sidestep the danger: avoid chairs.
Beginning of the operation: Midnight. Keeping to the elementary rules of thievery is the best way to succeed.
Timing of the operation: Without chairs-involvement, ten seconds. With chairs-involvement and/or household-involvement… no one can tell.
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At first, it was a glass of water.
Water only sounded nice as sleepless Aoko got out of bed and made blindly for her bedroom door. Fresh water. Good water.
As she reached the stairs, however, it came to her mind that milk (a large, cold glass of milk) might advantageously replace the water. She wasn't halfway down that the idea of adding some cacao came butting in. (But the dilemma was, now, thus: powdered cacao or would she be melting some actual chocolate and risk waking her father up?)
By the kitchen door, she had eventually decided to stick by a glass (or several) of cold milk but eat some of the cookies she had made in the previous afternoon, along. Further bulletins of action in the making…
She opened the door.
She paused.
She blinked.
She thought, 'Alright. Kaito KID is now in my kitchen, hovering beside the table, caught red-handed in the act of trying to steal my cookies. He came in through the window, has made his way through the kitchen without colliding with any chairs, and was going to run with the plate. Of cookies. Of my freaking cookies. I am going to wake up.'
Then she opened her mouth to scream.
KID had swooped down onto her in a matter of seconds, and the struggle that ensued was shorter still. Before she'd had time to realize exactly what was actually going on, Aoko was lying flat on her back – on the couch – with KID sitting on her midriff and one gloved hand pressed on her indignant mouth to silence her.
"But shhhh," he said to her in a muffled and giggling whisper, tapping his index to his lips as though he was lecturing a small, naughty child. "If you scream, you father will wake and come down to see what the matter is, you know."
"Tadt shdee actall whoind iiou shtupeet pasta!" (Which pretty much came down to, "That's the actual point you stupid bastard!") KID flicked her forehead absentmindedly.
"Now, now, be quiet. Be a good girl." He reached out to take the plate off the table, arranged it nicely on a cushion, and started to stuff his mouth with cookies, all the while keeping his legs around her waist in such an iron lock she couldn't move anything except her head. "They're good, you know," he commented between two chocolate chips.
How did he even know I've been baking cookies? Aoko thought, glaring furiously, and summed the situation as this: happy-KID was currently straddling her, in the dark kitchen, without leaving her a single opportunity to call for her father, grinning like a happy-maniac and wolfing down happy-cookies – of which he occasionally bestowed a bite or two onto her.
She was going to wake up.
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Success of the operation: complete.
Operation completed at: one-thirty.
Further bulletins of action in the making.
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Err… so yeah. A bit overboard, but please bear in mind that I've been gone for a month, and I only have five little days till school starts again. You should see from me again soon enough.
Oh, and huge, huge thanks to all the people who reviewed Gem's Entry last chapter (especially to Stelra Etrae and MissGreenPeace, whose reviews made me blush so hard you could have baked cookies on my cheeks) and generally on So I Can Breathe, and have supported me all along. AND to all the awesome people who put me and my stories on their Alert and Favourites lists while I wasn't looking – I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened my e-mail box after a month's absence. Love ya all!
–grins– cookies, anyone? KID-shaped ones? x3
