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Kid I & Yusaku
Kudou Yusaku was bored. Currently, he was sitting in the living room of his gigantic house, alone. Four year old Shinichi and Yukiko were at some sort of play (not that the four year old had really wanted to go) and so he was watching TV, all by his lonesome. Yusaku had not wanted to see the play (what-so-ever!) and used his manuscript as an excuse to not go. But he didn't have a manuscript to work on. He was bored. And he did not like being bored. He turned on the TV.
Yusaku sighed and flipped the channel. He checked the time. Flipped the channel. He was about to change again, but the headline on the new caught his attention.
KID heist is starting in half an hour! Watch live! See the countdown and afterwards, see an exclusive police interview!
Yusaku chuckled. Kaitiou Kid heists were much more entertaining than plays or television or nonexistent manuscripts. He flicked a button on the remote, turning off the electrical box that displayed moving pictures and sound. Once he'd shrugged into his jacket, he was on his way to the heist. A full moon that night. He smiled.
At five to nine Yusaku entered the building in which the heist was set to take place. Seven minutes afterwards he entered the building one more, explaining that he had forgotten something and went quickly to retrieve it—he said he left through the back door. Four minutes after this event, Yusaku received a call. Sixty seconds later he was heading towards the front of the building. A minute and a half passed and Yusaku was hurrying through an empty hallway. Thirty milliseconds later, both Yusaku's met face to face.
The heist had begun, not a minute too soon or a minute too late.
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The house was dark when Yukiko and her son returned home. Shinichi was asleep, actually, but this was to be expected. The four year old boy had not wanted to attend the classical play as much as his father had.
Yukiko passed through the living room and tucked her son in upstairs. She came back down, afterwards, to do the same for her husband. He was asleep on the couch, the television on—but muted—and all the lights off. She laughed and pressed a kiss gently to his forehead before going upstairs for bed herself, all the while muttering about 'irresponsible husbands who don't do the work that they used as an excuse to not go to a play with their lovely wife and son'—in a good natured way, of course.
But Yusaku merely snorted, rolled over, and went back to sleep as soon as Yukiko left.
I don't like how this ended...it could have been so much better! Oh well. Hope you like it :)
Thanks to:
The Pen in Penguin
~Forest-san
