Stand By Your Man

by Abe Lincoln Lover

Despite overwhelming suspicion from the Tokyo police, Kaito and Aoko have avoided arrest thus far by skirting confrontations, denying accusations, and brushing off compelling rumors. Now that a new opponent has presented himself, will Kaito and Aoko be able to outrun the iron fist of justice? (Part 5 of Makin' Whoopee!)

7. Edinburgh III: Act Two Close

Edinburgh III: Act Two Close

And something warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely

Kaito stumbled in the door at ten past nine in the morning, eyes pink and stinging, salt making tracks down his cheeks. His forehead was smeared with blood from the bullet graze on his scalp.

Aoko caught a gasp in her throat. "Are you -" (bleeding? crying?) "- okay?"

And he turned his dead eyes up at Aoko. "I'm fine. I'm fine," he repeated.

"Then?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Kaito said in a low voice. "Let's just pack up and leave."

She knew enough to leave the conversation at that. Sometimes Kaito had bad nights. Sometimes he just needed some space.

And sometimes he just needed her arms around him, hugging him in front of the fireplace, his bleeding head against her beating heart, to let him know he was going to be okay.

They were going to be okay.