The Last Night
A lot of people said that the nights were the worst for them, but Chikage never felt that way. The nights had always been their time; now, even with Toichi gone, the nights still soothed her, the touch of moonlight on her skin smoothing away all of the aches and pains and nausea.
The nights, for Chikage, were easier than the days. The days brought with them visiting hours, and with them her son, always smiles and chatter to her but so very strained and worried, she could see it. She could almost mistake him for Toichi these days, but he was older than her husband had been when he'd died. He'd made it to see his kids reach high school, and, as she sometimes teased him, he'd made it to see his first gray hairs, thought she knew that they were probably down to her.
Aoko and the children came often, too, but every day there was Kaito, and the days were so much harder than the nights.
That night, she lay listening to the sounds of Tokyo at night, and couldn't help smiling a little as she heard police sirens in the distance. "Our song," she murmured.
"Dance to it with me, my lady?"
The moonlight almost seemed to become fingers, wrapped around hers. Chikage smiled more broadly.
And then there were sirens going off on her monitors, panicking doctors and nurses, all desperately trying to pull her back, but nobody could catch her if she didn't want them to, and she slipped them easily, the Phantom Lady once more…
And then, under the moonlight, the two Phantoms danced into the night.
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I kept this one back to post last because it seemed appropriate. If I write more, of course, I'll probably post them here, but for now, I'm out of oneshots. Hope you liked them! :)
Magic Kaito does not belong to me. I just borrow the characters, play dress-up and tea party for a bit, and then try to sneak them back to Aoyama Gosho's room before he notices that they're gone.