My Love, My Valentine

(KIDxAoko)

Disclaimer: Magic Kaito?!?! Nope, not mine ..goes to corner of the room and cries herself to sleep..

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Nakamori Aoko's POV

"I'm going to leave now. Don't forget to lock the doors," my dad, Nakamori Ginzou, said as he took his brown jacket, "secure every possible opening. You'll never know when he's coming," he said as he wore his hat, his eyes narrowed.

I stood by the stairs, "yes, sir," I saluted playfully.

"This is not a joke, Aoko," he eyed me, "I'm leaving," he closed the door behind him quickly.

I stood there, didn't know what to do. Then, I looked at the phone beside me. I smiled with half-moon eyes. I then pick up the phone and dialed HIS number.

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Kuroba Kaito's POV

I lay sleepily on my bed. My eyes were droopy as I yawned. "Hey, it's not my fault I had to 'borrow' the Ruby of Fenris. Plus…" I touched my lips, "it was worth it," I smiled.

My mom chuckled a little, "I still can't believe you just kissed Nakamori's daughter with you acting as KID," she smiled. She handed me my towel, "your bath's ready. Are you going out tonight?" she asked before she could close to the door.

I nodded silently and I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I heard my mom answering the phone. I could almost hear her smile because…

"Kaito! Aoko's on the phone," her smile reached up to her ears. I looked at her with half-moon eyes. I stood up lazily and signaled my mom to leave the room. She did, but with this creepy-looking smile. I'm not even sure if it was a good smile or an evil on. So eventually, our conversation went like this,

"Yeah?" I said calmly though my heart was raising.

"Kaito, I want to ask something."

"What?"

"Well, what do magicians, like you, look into a girl?" I almost didn't hear her for she was whispering.

"The usual thing. Simple, cute and mysterious. Why?" I raised my right eyebrow.

"Ah, nothing," she laughed nervously.

"Don't tell me you're in love with KID," I grinned maliciously.

"EH?!?! No way!! I just.. You know, THAT incident," she whispered again.

Yes, she told me about what I did to her as KID.

"Maybe he'll stop by there," I smiled.

"Eh?!"

"I gotta go now, Aoko," I said. But before we could hung up, "Aoko?"

"What?"

"White today, huh?"

"Kaito, hentai!!!!!!!" I hung up before she could punch me through the phone.

I went to my dad's room, "Well, I guess I have a mission before going to the Osaka Museum."

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Aoko's POV

I slammed the phone. "Pervert," I thought. I went to my room and bounced on my bed. On my side table, was a picture of Akako-chan, Kaito (looking at me angrily), me, Hakuba-kun and Keiko-chan. It was really funny picture of us and it cheers me up.

I lay on my bed, studying Biology. My clock ticked as I turned the pages of my book. I could hear the sound of the sirens, "chasing KID, maybe," I thought.

It was nearly Valentines' Day and as I looked at my clock, I thought of what to give Kaito on that special day. Ever since we were kids, I would just chase him around with a mop and he would snap his fingers and thousands of roses would just appear in front of me. I never learned how to do those things. Almost like real powers.

I stood up to stretch. My curtains were really thin, almost transparent, so I clearly can see the moon and the stars twinkling at me. I can hear my wind bell ringing as the cool wind blew. I could see the city lights, one by one, turning off.

It caught my attention and I knew that I needed to study but, "there's no harm in relaxing, right?" I thought with a smile. I opened my curtains and opened my glass, sliding door. I stepped out but I was surprised to see someone there.

He stood there. Almost like a shadow, except, his cape fluttered magically, just like the stars twinkling at us. Silently, I closed the sliding door. I extended both my arms to catch him but he felt my presence.

"It's beautiful out here," I could almost hear him smile, "just like you," he turned his head a little, smiling at me. He stepped down from the railing of my balcony and he leaned himself against it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly.

"Why? Can't a dove rest his wings on a nest?" he asked with his irritating magician smile.

"This is MY nest," I said turning away from him.

"Well, I'll be," he said with a gentle smile.

Suddenly, the corner of my lip twisted up. I put arms on the railings and leaned my body against it as I looked at the stars. His rested his elbows on the railings as he yawned.

"You ARE tired," I mumbled.

He nodded and smiled as he looked at me, "about Valentine's Day," he sighed, "do you plan on going somewhere?" he asked.

"Why? Are you going to kidnap me again?"

"He shook his head, "no," he chuckled, "I'm curious. We, magicians are always curious."

"No wonder," I mumbled again as I remembered the times where Kaito would not sleep until he knew what I would give him on his birthday, "I can't go out on Valentine's Day," I smiled at the stars.

"Oh? Are you waiting for someone to ask you out?" he smirked.

"No," I shook my head, "I hate Valentines' Day and I'm busy on that day since I'm going with my father to the National Museum to catch you," I looked at him with my right eyebrow up, "plus, I have classes."

He laughed, "Your father is wasting his time," he grinned at me, "I'm an international thief. Even the greatest police force can't catch me. Not even Chief Hakuba's son."

"Oh. So you're really confident," I said sarcastically, "but one day, Hakuba-kun will catch you."

"Tell that to me when Start Wars XIII is released and when pigs can finally fly," he laughed, "now, ask me where I'm going on Valentines' Day."

"What nerve!" I thought angrily. But being with KID is like being with Kuroba. "Where are you going?" I asked with a sigh.

"Nowhere," he simply answered.

This caught my attention, "why?" I looked at him curiously.

"I was supposed to ask this certain girl out but-" his hat covered his eyes.

"Eh… she doesn't like you, huh?" I smiled with half-moon eyes.

"It seems that this beautiful, young lady hates Valentines' Day and she's busy," he looked at me with his sly smile, "plus, she has classes."

My eyes widened. As the wind blew my hair towards his side, he stood straight and his cape fluttered silently as the night. He looked at me with his cunning smile.

"It's a disappointment, really. I was really looking forward in asking her out," he smiled.

"Well, maybe, just maybe, she's waiting for you to ask her out," I smiled back. I felt warm just being with him.

His bangs covered his eyes as he smiled. I could hear him chuckle.

He extended his hand towards me. He looked up and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, a white rose appeared, "for you, my lady," he said in a gentleman tone. I, on the other hand, accepted his little gift. He pulled down the bill of his hat a little to cover his left eye, "I'll be going now."

As he jumped of my balcony, his silvery-white cape flapped and he opened his hang-glider.

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I went returned to my room and I noticed that there was a paper attached to the rose. It said:

If loving you is a crime,

Then let them arrest me..

I am a thief, after all.

It was his handwriting. He wrote his signature on the right corner.

But I can't stop wondering.. Why this handwriting appears to be familiar to me; VERY familiar; TOO familiar. Just like THAT person's handwriting.

I also kept wondering.. Why did he write it with his hand? KID's messages are always computerized that's why no one can trace him. Does he trust me of his identity? Did he desire me to know his identity?

Why, KID?

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"Because I trust you, Aoko; I love you…"

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