Day: 14
Fandom: Magic Kaito- sixteen-year-old Kuroba Kaito discovers that his late father was the magical gentleman thief, Kaitou Kid. He also discovers that his father was murdered by criminals who escaped the law… but they can't escape one who's not only outside the laws of man, but also of common sense and basic physics.
Themes(s): Flu, Santa.
Words: 548
Warnings: Flu germs and contagious insanity.
Aoko rubbed her sore eyes. She really shouldn't stay up so late reading, especially on Christmas Eve, but it was such a good book and she was almost done…
She yelped in surprise as pink smoke billowed from her radiator, accompanied, bizarrely, by the tinkling of bells. Coughing and waving at the smoke, she growled as she managed to focus at the figure that had appeared in the middle of it.
"You couldn't get a fireplace installed, could you?" Kid asked pleasantly, bowing slightly. "Only central heating is a devil to get through…"
"You're not telling me you got in through the… what on earth are you wearing?" Aoko asked, gaping as questions pushed aside questions. The longer she looked, the more they piled up.
Kid was dressed… festively. His usual flowing white cape had been replaced by some heavy red material, trimmed with white. He was wearing a red top hat with a wreath around it and a white bobble on top. He was still wearing a sharp suit, but it was red, the hem and buttons trimmed with more white fur, and his tie was replaced by some kind of white furry muffler. His gloves were green, and- yes, he was wearing black boots. He was also carrying a large sack over his shoulder.
"What… are… you… doing?" she asked slowly as he lowered the sack with a thump and withdrew some kind of scroll from one pocket.
"Fear not, Nakamori-san, you are definitely on the nice list," he purred. "Though there are advantages to knowing who all the naughty girls are…" he pulled out another list, and his face went carefully blank. Aoko thought she saw Akako-chan's name near the top of the second list. "Anyway, let us see what the sack has for you…"
"Why are you… what… this is… where's Santa?" Aoko blurted, feeling it was probably the least sane question and thus the one that the thief was most likely to understand. He glanced up at her- still wearing the monocle, though the tag appeared to have a sprig of mistletoe on it- and grinned.
"Oh, I'm afraid that the big man has come down with a bad case of flu," he sighed. "However, all is well; he deemed me a suitable replacement so long as I reversed my thinking. I'm supposed to give the shinies, not take them." He coughed delicately. "In his words. But as I'm very good at getting in and out unnoticed, am completely nocturnal and have no known regard for the laws of physics or possibility, I am of course the logical replacement!" He began pulling a long, thin package out of the sack, which seemed to be longer than could possibly fit in the sack. The Kid being a man who was known to carry enough concealed doves to quarter his weight if he released them before stepping on the scales, he was completely unfazed. He did look a little suspiciously at the package, though.
"Well, it says "Nakamori Aoko" on it…" he said uncertainly. Aoko snatched it, grinning triumphantly and glancing at the clock.
"It's past midnight," she said, grinning and ripping the wrapping paper off of a shiny new mop with a malicious grin, "and I got exactly what I wanted."
Kid eeped nervously.
He would do it, too.
This is the only one I planned ahead; Magic Kaito on day 14 of the twelfth month, using prompts 14 and 12. Thanks for the suggestion, KSA Key-chan!
I do not own Magic Kaito, as it's property of Aoyama Gosho. If I did own it, I promise you, there'd be more than twenty-seven chapters.