Aoko was not a fanciful girl by nature. She wasn't prone to daydreams about romance or her perfect guy or anything like that. But that didn't mean she didn't wonder, even just a little.
Her favorite romance story was always the red thread. She loved the symbolism, the feeling of destined and pure love. She often wondered who her thread was tied to - her wild best friend (she never admitted that she wondered about him), her latest celebrity idol, or perhaps some wonderful stranger she hadn't met yet...
Akako-chan had told her red wasn't the only color of thread there was. Each strong emotion towards a person created a thread in that color. Green was envy. Yellow was friendship. Red was love, of course. Black was hate.
Aoko hadn't understood what she meant then. Akako-chan was always just a little strange, even Aoko liked to pretend she was normal and defend her to Kaito.
She didn't understand. It made sense, but she hadn't understood what the other girl meant, why she told her.
She didn't understand until she stared, vaguely horrified at the unmasked Kaitou Kid standing before her that she had cornered, with a look of abject horror, most liekly mirroring her own.
Akako never had told her. From different angles, different lightings, colors could change and not be what they appeared. Red could appear black, or yellow, and vica versa.
She wished then she had known what the original color of the thread had been, red or black.
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