Midnight Meetings

Shopping

The expected ending time for any normal heist was anywhere from midnight to three in the morning. So considering it was only about eleven in the evening, Aoko found it safe to assume that Kid wouldn't be visiting her room while she was out(the thought of this alone was enough to upset her greatly).

And putting into consideration that she really, really wanted milk…

So the inspector's daughter made her way to the 24 hour mini mart closest to her house without any disparaging thoughts or upsetting gut feelings. She was enjoying her trip quite a bit too, the night air was refreshing, the sky was lit by the moons glow and there were no irritating phantom thieves bothering her.

This all ended when she reached the mini mart.

She had cheerfully entered, even greeted the half conscious cashier, before making a beeline straight for her target; the last jug of milk was literally beneath her fingers before anything went wrong.

A gloved hand reached for the same carton.

Aoko felt dread fill her as she brought her gaze to the man beside her, mimicking her actions.

She sputtered.

"Y-you!!"

Kid looked sheepish but grinned none the less, "Good evening, Nkamouri-chan."

"What are you doing here?!" Aoko burst, taking as many steps back as she could without risk of tripping… still; she managed to trip over herself a bit. When a gloved hand shot out and steadied her she felt homicidal tendencies grow within her steadily.

Kid remained grinning sheepishly and retracted his gloved hand as soon as he was sure she wouldn't land on her bum, "Buying milk." He answered.

Aoko's brow twitched, sanity still a faraway thing, "Why?!"

He raised a brow, "Because kaasan told me to buy some on the way home," he lifted his other hand to show a bag from another store, "And some reading material."

Aoko's brow twitched and she promptly decided she really didn't even want to know before turning around and beginning her speedy walk out of the store.

She really didn't have time to deal with him.

Kid blinked and held up the carton they had both reached for, "Weren't you going to buy this?"

Aoko sent a seething glare over her shoulder, "You touched it."

"…I touched you too." Kid pointed out.

Aoko rolled her eyes before sending another glare, "I know; I'm going home to burn my clothes and wash a few layers of skin off."

Kid decided it might be best if he didn't drop by the Nakamouri's that evening.

…but that didn't mean he couldn't walk her home!

Glancing at the milk still in his hands briefly, Kid fished for his wallet for a bit before finally pulling out. Quickly retrieving the money from it while confetti flew from it(he knew he put that somewhere…) Kid tossed the correct amount onto the counter before rushing out after the girl.

The half asleep worker hardly batted an eyelash, "Thank you for shopping at Cork N' Bibs, and have a nice night…"

"Nakamouri-chan!"

Aoko glared pointedly ahead, attempting to ignore the voice behind her. Why was he following her? Stupid thief…

"Matte!"

Aoko walked faster.

Though it was no use, moments later an uncharacteristically out of ruffled Kid sidled up beside her with a grin.

She was not going to acknowledge his presence.

"Why are you stalking me?"

'Damnit…'

Kid grinned, "I like to think of it as escorting the lovely lady home!"

"…" Aoko raised a brow but chose not to comment. With luck he'd get bored if she just ignored him…

Kid resisted an amused smile before starting to hum.

'Only one more block… one more block… one more…' Aoko sent another seething glare at the humming thief, hoping that he might burst into flames.

--

"…and here we are!" Kid proclaimed cheerfully while Aoko grumbled and fished for her keys.

"…stupid loud jerk…" she'd just barely unlocked the door when Kid tapped her shoulder.

"What—?!"

Kid grinned secretively and pushed a grocery bag into her arms before doing a sweeping bow and kissing the back of her hand.

It took a moment for this to register into Aoko's mind and by the time it did Kid had already winked flirtilously before disappearing in a cloud of pink smoke.

In the next few seconds Aoko was quite sure she could be well compared to a tomato(though she amended that it was only because she was so absolutely furious).

Sending one last murderous glare at the bushes(just in case he was still around) Aoko stormed inside and slammed the door behind her. Glaring down at bag he'd given her she retracted the carton of milk from earlier.

Her eye twitched irately, "Baka."

Finally she sighed and ignored her pink cheeks while heading towards the kitchen and pouring herself a glance of milk(tempted as she was to throw it out, she did want milk…) and staring into space.

'I should get some sleep…' she smiled wryly, 'That was more tiring than I originally thought it'd be…'

With another weird sigh Aoko shook her head and took another sip.

((Ending Notes: -sigh- really don't like this chapter... -.-;; I used to... but then my computer deleted the end of it and I cried and re-wrote it crum-ily... -sigh-

-Muse-chan in the dumps.))