Author's Note: Sequel to 'Horror Story in School'! Arigatoo Mariata for playing Aoko in the RPG:) You are truly excellent! Oh yeah, and Hakuba too. (And for those who like Detective Conan RPG, please join us in 'Only One Truth: A Detective Conan RPG'! Link in my bio!)
Disclaimer: All characters are copyrighted to Aoyama Gosho. Some things in the fanfic might have been altered from the original RPG, but the plot is still the same!
PART 1
" 'When the hands of the clock are together on a number, I will take the Golden Hand, Kaitou Kid'," Kaito murmured as he wrote, a gleeful grin on his face. He was in class at that moment during recess, hunching over his desk. He was preparing a message to be sent to the police for another heist.
"I'm so clever in this," he laughed, admiring the note.
"What'cha doing?" Aoko placed down her schoolbag on her desk, which was right beside his.
Kaito jumped. A gust of wind blew his note away and towards Aoko. "Aik!" he exclaimed, trying to snatch it back.
Aoko leaned down to pick up the note. It was written in relatively neat writing (much, much neater then her childhood friend's), but was unsigned. She blinked, turning around, handing it back to Kaito. "What's that for?"
"N-nothing! It's just a joke," Kaito muttered, snatching it back. He quickly stashed it into his pocket.
Joke? Aoko deadpanned. For Kaito, the Trouble Maker, Jokes were usually an occupation. She frowned. "You sure about that, Kaito?"
"Of course I'm sure!" Kaito retorted.
He picked up his newspaper, which had a large headline on the front page: Senator from India Brings Golden Hand to Tokyo. It said that there was a party that night with a display of the valuable Golden Hand. "Pretty," he murmured admiringly at the picture.
Aoko leaned over to read/look over his shoulder. Then she remembered something. "Oh! My Otou-san got some invites to that party in the mail!...But." Aoko stood back up, frowning again. "The letter wasn't signed." She bit her lip.
Kaito blinked at Aoko. "He is invited to this major party?" he exclaimed with disbelief. "I mean, he's not really the kind whom anyone will invite," he muttered. Oh well, at least he will be around when I steal the Hand. "When did the invites come?"
"Yesterday." Aoko replied, sitting down. "Pfft, maybe the Kaitou Kid sent them. Though he usually leaves a note whenever he does something like that..." She trailed off, taking out her books.
"But I haven't-" Kaito shut his mouth quickly. He almost said 'I haven't even sent him my note'. He just laughed awkwardly. "Kid, sending invitations? Unlikely, don't you think? Isn't he the kind who likes to stump the police with confusion notes?"
Aoko pretended not to hear the cut off sentence.
Her head slowly turned around, a deadpan in her eyes. "How would you know that?"
Kaito raised his eyebrows. "Doesn't everybody know that?" I guess that was a wrong move...must get out of it fast...
She shrugged slightly. "I guess." Then fell silent, doing her homework. Which was rare, considering that she usually finished it the day before...but she couldn't sleep last night.
Kaito scratched his head, looking at Aoko. What's up with her? He leaned over. "I'm guessing you're thinking about the anonymous invitations?" he asked. "Wait a second...how many invites were they? Can I go? I can help you find out who sent them," he added, though he was only thinking of blending in so he could do his job easily.
Aoko paused slightly, before answering. "Three. Three invites." Then she shrugged slightly, nonchalantly. "And sure. Why not?" She breathed, looking rather tired. Aoko didn't bother to glance at Kaito, putting her books away.
Kaito frowned. He shrugged. "Okay...thanks."
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Kaito was in the boys' bathroom after school, finishing up his note. If he were to send it quickly without Aoko knowing, the bathroom seemed like a good idea to be alone at that moment. He looked at the creased paper with a sweat drop. "I knew I should have used a hard cover..."
He walked over to the window and whistled. A dove flew in. "Take this to Nakamori-keibu immediately, okay?" he said, starting to tie a piece of string on a note and then the other end on the dove's leg.
Aoko muttered. "What's taking him so long?" She checked her watch briefly before leaning back against the wall beside the boys' bathroom in...well. Frustration.
He didn't usually go to the bathroom at this time, unless it was an emergency (she chuckled at that, remembering the last time)... She frowned. Sure, Kaito was a good actor...but this time, he seemed oddly...calm. She shook her head. Maybe he was pretending that he didn't need to go? Would make sense, seeing as Aoko was the one that suggested it.
Now she somewhat regretted agreeing to stay with him, her mind riveting back to the first question. "Dammit…Kaiitttoo! Are you finished yet! I have lots of homework to do!"
Kaito winced when he heard Aoko shouting outside. His dove suddenly flapped its wings noisily. "Ahh...shh, shh!" he frantically hushed it before letting it go. It flew out of the window. Gah, that was close...hopefully she didn't hear them.
He grabbed his bag and emerged out of the bathroom. "It's not like you're the only one with the homework," he pointed out, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "But I can do them with a snap of my fingers-like me to do yours for you?" he added with a snicker.
"No thanks." She replied, her head turning away (starting to walk). "I can do it myself, you know."
"Okay, okay..."
When they had come out of the school, Nakamori-keibu was storming about outside the gates, looking furious. "Nakamori-keibu?" Kaito said in disbelief. There was a note in Aoko's father's hand.
Aoko dashed forward, slowing down before she reached her father. "Otou-san? What happened?"
Nakamori-keibu waved the note in front of them. "KID! He sent a stupid note again!" he shouted furiously, startling everyone who was on the street. "He's going to steal the golden hand at the party tonight! I won't let him! 'When the hands of the clock are together on a number'-he thinks I'm stupid for not knowing the answer to that!" He tossed the note onto the floor.
Oy, if I were you, I wouldn't jump to conclusion, Kaito thought, snickering silently. Poor keibu.
"Eh? He is?" Aoko blinked, leaning over to pick up the note. After she read it, she remembered something… "O-otou-san! Do you remember that letter we got in the mail? With the invitations?"
Her father grunted in reply...then paused. "You mean..."
Aoko nodded. "Maybe.."
"That's right! It HAD to be him!" Nakamori-keibu roared, a fist smacking his open hand. "He didn't even leave a note in that thing!"
But I didn't send the invites! Kaito wanted to say, but kept his mouth shut. Unless somebody knows that there's going to be a Kid heist that night and decides to play a little joke...NAH. He shook his head.
"Maybe he's a funny guy and likes to joke," he remarked. He leaned over gleefully to read his own note. Suddenly, he remembered that Aoko had seen the note earlier that day. Aik! "C-can I have it, Aoko?" he asked nervously, but already starting to reach out for it, hoping silently that she had not noticed.
She turned away, keeping the note out of his reach. "Nuh-uh, Kaito. It's my Otou-san's. Kid did send it to him, remember?" However, Aoko kept it in her hand, instead of handing it back to her father.
Silently, she bit her lip.
Kaito pouted. Maybe she didn't notice it... "Can I go anyway, Nakamori-keibu? You have an extra invite, don't you? Is it a formal party or informal party?"
How would the kid know that? Maybe Aoko told him? the Inspector thought, the briefest of suspicions fading. He accepted. "You can go. The party's formal, so dress up well and don't embarrass my daughter." He said, gruffly, before opening the car door.
Aoko went in, sliding over a seat at the back for her companion.
"FORMAL!" Kaito exclaimed as he jumped in as well very quickly. Darn, it will take a long time to change clothes! "C-can't I wear something more casual? I mean-I don't like formal clothes," he muttered.
Inspector Nakamori grunted. "We don't have much time. Just get in, if you're going to come."
"No thanks, I'll walk." And try to think up of a new plan for the heist.
Aoko deadpanned. "What's wrong with formal clothes?"
"Formal clothes just aren't-I mean, they're too, um, formal," Kaito muttered, though the truth was at the back of his head. "I'll see you tonight anyway." He ran towards the direction of his house.
"Err-alright then." She leaned back over to pull the door shut.
The engine growled slightly as they began moving again, past Kaito, and towards the Nakamori residence.