Post by sgchan on Dec 31, 2015 20:15:21 GMT
Prompt: Kaito cheering up one of his friends on Christmas (could be Hakuba/Akako/Aoko, reason for cheering to writer's discretion)
Sorry this is kinda late, I was sick over Christmas and then I had work >.< Hope you enjoy this Alisa Yang!
“Okay, now prop it up!”
Kaito and Ginzo carefully maneuvered the tree upright against the wall before setting it in the stand. Kaito held it steady while Ginzo tightened the screws.
“There we are,” the police inspector said with a bright smile, dusting his hands off. “Looks good.”
“It does,” Kaito agreed.
“I’ve got to get this sap off my hands, why don’t you go find Aoko and bring her down?” Ginzo suggested as he went to the kitchen.
“Okay,” Kaito agreed before heading upstairs. He hummed to himself as he poked his head in first Aoko’s room and then the guest room. “Aoko!” he called.
There was a thump above his head and Kaito just kept himself from facepalming. Of course, the attic. He pulled down the stairs to the attic and clambered up them, mindful of the slight groans of the wood beneath his feet. “Aoko?” he called again, poking his head through the hole in the floor.
She was kneeling on the floor beside a box labeled “X-mas 199x”, her back towards him.
“Aoko?” Kaito said, softer this time and a little wary. There was a quiet sniffle and his eyes widened. In no time at all he was off the stairs and kneeling down next to her. “Hey,” he said. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” Aoko denied, her voice thick, faint tear tracks on her cheeks.
“Nothing?” Kaito asked. He looked down at what she held in her hands.
It was a framed photo of a much younger Nakamori Ginzo and a woman whose eye color was almost identical to Aoko’s. There was a small baby swaddled in winter clothing in her arms. The snow and Christmas tree in the background gave the whole scene a festive air.
“I… she died when Aoko was two, so I don’t really remember her,” Aoko said. “Not like you and-” She cut herself off and Kaito leaned in, one arm around her shoulder hugging her to him. “I barely remember her but sometimes I wonder - what it would have been like to, you know?”
“Yeah,” Kaito admitted softly, thoughts of his father and what could have been flitting through his mind. “Yeah, I do.”
“Sometimes it hurts more that I didn’t know her, because there isn’t as much to miss, but she was my mother, to not miss her is just-” A strangled sob caught in Aoko’s throat and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
Kaito leaned his head against her’s, bringing his other arm around to fully hug her. “It’s all right,” he said softly, ignoring the prickling of his own eyes. “It’s okay, Aoko. It’s okay to miss her or not miss her. When my dad-” He cleared his throat before continuing. “When my dad died, you remember how sad I was, right?”
She nodded, face pressed against Kaito’s shoulder.
“I’m still sad about it, I still miss him, but I don’t think about him as much as I used to.” Well, actually he still thought about him a lot, but not in the grieving sense, but more about his life as KID. That was neither here nor there, though. “And that’s fine. It’s been years for me, and longer for you, and memories fade, we move on in our lives because that’s what we do, it’s what we have to do.”
“Because living in grief that long isn’t healthy,” Aoko added, voice muffled into Kaito’s shirt.
“Exactly,” Kaito agreed, firmly ignoring that a lot of things came to mind that he did that weren’t very healthy. “And you know what?” She lifted her head and looked at him with red-rimmed eyes and he put on his best sympathetic smile. “She’d probably want you to be happy, and not so sad at Christmas time.”
Aoko laughed, a small choked thing. “Yeah, probably.”
“You can always ask your dad about her, too,” Kaito added, pulling a flower out of nowhere and tucking it behind her ear. “You can make memories with him about her.”
“Thanks,” Aoko said, setting the photo aside and pulling Kaito into a tight hug. “And Kaito, the same goes for you.”
“Huh?” he asked, not able to keep the confusion out of his voice.
“You can make memories with me about your dad, if you want,” Aoko clarified.
Kaito blinked the wetness in his eyes away. “I’d like that,” he murmured, hugging Aoko back tightly.
Sorry this is kinda late, I was sick over Christmas and then I had work >.< Hope you enjoy this Alisa Yang!
“Okay, now prop it up!”
Kaito and Ginzo carefully maneuvered the tree upright against the wall before setting it in the stand. Kaito held it steady while Ginzo tightened the screws.
“There we are,” the police inspector said with a bright smile, dusting his hands off. “Looks good.”
“It does,” Kaito agreed.
“I’ve got to get this sap off my hands, why don’t you go find Aoko and bring her down?” Ginzo suggested as he went to the kitchen.
“Okay,” Kaito agreed before heading upstairs. He hummed to himself as he poked his head in first Aoko’s room and then the guest room. “Aoko!” he called.
There was a thump above his head and Kaito just kept himself from facepalming. Of course, the attic. He pulled down the stairs to the attic and clambered up them, mindful of the slight groans of the wood beneath his feet. “Aoko?” he called again, poking his head through the hole in the floor.
She was kneeling on the floor beside a box labeled “X-mas 199x”, her back towards him.
“Aoko?” Kaito said, softer this time and a little wary. There was a quiet sniffle and his eyes widened. In no time at all he was off the stairs and kneeling down next to her. “Hey,” he said. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” Aoko denied, her voice thick, faint tear tracks on her cheeks.
“Nothing?” Kaito asked. He looked down at what she held in her hands.
It was a framed photo of a much younger Nakamori Ginzo and a woman whose eye color was almost identical to Aoko’s. There was a small baby swaddled in winter clothing in her arms. The snow and Christmas tree in the background gave the whole scene a festive air.
“I… she died when Aoko was two, so I don’t really remember her,” Aoko said. “Not like you and-” She cut herself off and Kaito leaned in, one arm around her shoulder hugging her to him. “I barely remember her but sometimes I wonder - what it would have been like to, you know?”
“Yeah,” Kaito admitted softly, thoughts of his father and what could have been flitting through his mind. “Yeah, I do.”
“Sometimes it hurts more that I didn’t know her, because there isn’t as much to miss, but she was my mother, to not miss her is just-” A strangled sob caught in Aoko’s throat and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
Kaito leaned his head against her’s, bringing his other arm around to fully hug her. “It’s all right,” he said softly, ignoring the prickling of his own eyes. “It’s okay, Aoko. It’s okay to miss her or not miss her. When my dad-” He cleared his throat before continuing. “When my dad died, you remember how sad I was, right?”
She nodded, face pressed against Kaito’s shoulder.
“I’m still sad about it, I still miss him, but I don’t think about him as much as I used to.” Well, actually he still thought about him a lot, but not in the grieving sense, but more about his life as KID. That was neither here nor there, though. “And that’s fine. It’s been years for me, and longer for you, and memories fade, we move on in our lives because that’s what we do, it’s what we have to do.”
“Because living in grief that long isn’t healthy,” Aoko added, voice muffled into Kaito’s shirt.
“Exactly,” Kaito agreed, firmly ignoring that a lot of things came to mind that he did that weren’t very healthy. “And you know what?” She lifted her head and looked at him with red-rimmed eyes and he put on his best sympathetic smile. “She’d probably want you to be happy, and not so sad at Christmas time.”
Aoko laughed, a small choked thing. “Yeah, probably.”
“You can always ask your dad about her, too,” Kaito added, pulling a flower out of nowhere and tucking it behind her ear. “You can make memories with him about her.”
“Thanks,” Aoko said, setting the photo aside and pulling Kaito into a tight hug. “And Kaito, the same goes for you.”
“Huh?” he asked, not able to keep the confusion out of his voice.
“You can make memories with me about your dad, if you want,” Aoko clarified.
Kaito blinked the wetness in his eyes away. “I’d like that,” he murmured, hugging Aoko back tightly.