Author's Note: Dark. For Socchan and Icka-- because sometimes everything doesn't turn out okay.
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Aoko knows who Kaitou Kid is. She's known for some time, she thinks, and watches as Kaito dances around her, and Hakuba hints, and Akako gives her worried looks. She knows, and never says a word. Will never say a word.
Because Kaito didn't tell her, her that he's been best friends with ever since he gave her a flower to stop her tears. He didn't tell her, and so she watches silently as he gets in deeper and deeper, and she doesn't offer to help, not even when Kaitou Kid is shot at, not even when Kaito's all manic laughter and brittle smiles.
Because it means that Kaito doesn't trust her, that he never did, and the hurt in Aoko is so wide and deep that sometimes she's afraid she'll fall in and never climb out again. Because if Kaito doesn't trust her than nothing she's ever believed is true, and the world might as well end.
But the world doesn't end, and at first Aoko isn't sure why. But she waits, and watches, and pretends things are still normal, and after a while she begins to understand. Because now she also has secrets, and Kaito doesn't notice, doesn't ask her what's wrong. And after a while more Aoko realizes that he won't notice, and won't ask, that this thing he is doing is more important to him than her. That Kaitou Kid is more important than her.
And Aoko can feel her heart breaking, slowly, oh so slowly, because she knows she could help him. If he asks. If he tells her the truth.
But he doesn't. He won't.
Sometimes Aoko wonders how much longer she'll wait. Looking at his tired eyes, she thinks, I'll wait forever. And then she thinks, No. Today I'll give up.
Today.