Kitchen Utensils
By Shyro Foxfeather
"Aoko… If I didn't know better I'd say you were some kind of weird gothic cook."
Kaito stared at the strange array of shiny black kitchen supplies Aoko had just bought from the local convenient store. She needed to buy new ones given that Kaito had the bad tendency to leave her spatulas and such in the pans as they cooked, resulting in a spoiled meal and a ruined spatula.
Nevertheless, Kaito knew. He knew that they were evil. E. V. I. L.
Sinful, Horrible, Malicious, Malevolent, and every other word meant to represent such horrifying things.
But hot damn were they fun to play with!
He could make them explode. Or implode. The wonderful memory of flying kitchenware always gave him an instant maniacal grin that usual sent the people in a ten-foot radius scurrying to safety.
He could burn them. Or melt them.
Or he could use them to spell 'Kaitou Kid Was Here' in Inspector Nakamori's office…
Aoko watched with a wary eye as Kaito poked at the plastic kitchen supplies with maniacal glee shining in his eyes. She sighed and turned to tend to the cooking food with exasperation.
Kaito watched momentarily as she flipped the chicken in the pan for a few seconds before adding some additional seasonings.
Kaito blinked as an idea formed into his head. With a manic grin he picked up the black plastic salad tongs. He leaned forward and without warning pinched them firmly right on Aoko's backside.
A high-pitched squeal erupted from said girl as she glared daggers at the laughing magician. Kaito frowned.
"Why you!" She hollered as she seized her Swiffer mop from the corner and attempted to thwack the boy with it.
"Hey!" Kaito retorted as he dodged the swinging 'Kaito Hazard'. "That's no fair! The stupid plastic couldn't even get through the folds of you stupid skirt!"
Owari
Disclaimer: Nor my minions or I are the caretakers of the animes we engrave stories in paper—or word processor—about. Though soon we will be and you will know when that day has come.
This is an 'All Erin's/Goover's Fault' fanfic.
…Apparently the same scenario happened—save for the comments about evil kitchenware—to her parents. Her mom was the one with the tongs. -Snerks-
-Frowns-
Hollers- How come they never act like that when I'm around?