Kaito stood in the kitchen, staring blankly at the countertop as he held a cup underneath the water spout. To his left, he had placed a selection of bandages that he'd rummaged from the medicine cabinet as well as a bottle of painkillers. Overhead, he faintly heard the slight rustle of sheets as the small boy moved atop his bed.
The boy, to be honest, was disconcerting, to say the least. Kaito admittedly felt confused by the way his eyes seemed so excruciatingly familiar, yet not, and the way they carried far too much intelligence for a six-year-old.
Suddenly reacting to the fact that water was pouring over his hand as the cup calmly overflowed, Kaito jerked his hand out from underneath the stream of water, turned the faucet off, and dried it off on a dishcloth. He wiped the sides of the cup and headed back upstairs, readjusting a frown into a smile as he strolled back into his bedroom.
"So," Kaito said. The child's head was turned away from him, familiar-but-not gaze averted and hands clenched atop waves of fabric. Kaito couldn't contain the frown this time. He set down the water and medical supplies on the bedside table and dragged his desk chair over.
Sitting down softly, he stared down at the boy's cheek, feeling vaguely uncomfortable. "So -"
Kaito was startled out of speech when the boy suddenly moved, turning to look Kaito in the eye, a gesture that made Kaito shrink back. Those overly intelligent eyes were disorienting, all right.
"No need to repeat yourself," the child stated in a tone inflected with definitely too much maturity. "Let's have a talk."
So I'm currently trying to write another oneshot in addition to this. It's not going all that amazingly.