Disclaimer: I don't own DCMK.
Tuesday.
Sunlight streamed through windows as a pair of eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes mirroring the flawless sky. Hands fumbled for another pair, before resting upon a paper on the bedside table.
"I'll be off to school. Be back right afterwards, Kaito," the detective read aloud, somewhere between disappointed and relieved. On one hand, he really wanted to spend the day with the magician thief. On the other, he really needed to buy him a return present. Between Hakuba dogging him with accusations, the discovery of Kaito's secret night job, and getting shot, he had forgotten that White Day was two days away.
Getting up, he asked one of the nurses for a magazine... maybe he could ask someone to actually do the buying for him.
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.
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Several publications and many, many advertisements later, the detective was slowly narrowing it down to a single idea (two to three times the price of the original gift, as per a convention a nurse had kindly told him), when he looked up to find his vision blocked by a human arm.
His eyes looked down the length to the broken wall, his mouth falling open and eyebrows rising into his hair in shock.
He looked the other way, revealing Ran, anger written across her face. The detective shot up (not at all afraid for his life, cough, cough).
"Good morning," he replied, his eyes widening at the image before him. Perhaps ignoring the blatant rage and demonic aura before him was not very advisable? How did Ran get in here anyway?
A quivering receptionist in the doorway provided him with all the answers.
"SHINCHI...!"
"Nobody knew that the yakuza even knew about the gem...?" Shinichi stated, as if in askance for forgiveness.
"..."
The detective gulped, eyes growing into platters.
"Really, we were all caught by surprise! Besides..." oh, how it demolished his sense of shame to do this, "...I, uh, kind of need your help to buy a... White Day... present..."
It worked, though, and her friend Sonoko jumped in from the background, diverting Ran's anger.
"You're replying 'yes', right? What did you get - you do know about repaying a gift with one three times its value, don't you?"
"Yeah, a nurse informed me," the detective replied somewhat nervously. Would it work?
"HEY, I'M NOT DONE YET...!" Ran cried in protest, in vain.
"Do it later, then. So, it's that kohai, right? What are you thinking about?"
"This," he replied, face softening in a mixture of relief and his love for Kaito, as he motioned towards a box of hard candies moulded into a three-dimensional puzzle.
"A rose?" Ran asked, rage gone and curiosity in its place.
"How romantic! So he's got a common interest with you, then?" Sonoko exclaimed, immersing herself in fantasies.
"I've already ordered one," the detective told them, "so can you please pick it up for me? You might want to give it on the day of since Kaito will be visiting."
"Sure."
"Leave it to the great me!"
The two girls left as the detective closed magazines and ads, stacking them into a neat pile. It would be rather hard keeping this a secret from Kaito, but it would be worth it.
As if on cue, the said boy entered, closing his hands around Shinichi's.
"How was your day?" Shinichi questioned, eyes softening as they met Kaito's.
"It was... lonely..." the magician replied, slightly blushing.
"So was mine."
A hand cupped his cheek, as the other boy looked at him in the eyes, askance written upon his face. The detective place both of his on Kaito's face, drawing him closer. His heart pounded as he tilted his head, eyes closing and face set in determination.
The sound of a door closing breaks the moment, and the two jump in shock.
Kaito opens the door to welcome his childhood friend, Nakamouri Aoko.
"Sorry about bursting into your house... and everything," she apologizes, eyes on the floor in embarrassment.
"It's fine," the detective says. He would do the same if Ran found herself a partner like that, anyway.
She then starts diverging information on all of Kaito's various antics, sparing no detail to save him face.
Kaito holds his hand and pouts.
And roses stand serene, petals dancing in the moonlight.
February only has 28 days, meaning that there are 28 days from Valentine's day to White Day. I recently realized this, and decided to make this PSA again.
On a lighter note, I hope you all enjoyed reading this! Reviews are always appreciated! Sorry this is late (again), but I ran out of ideas. Dreading deadlines and the start of school will do that, unfortunately. I can't believe how many "heavy" courses I'm taking (although to be fair, I already know a lot of the material for two of them; I'm still nervous).