Post by doublexxcross on Feb 25, 2016 19:08:59 GMT
[exchange #3 - "prototype"]
[prompt: "Aoko meets her mother (circumstances are completely up to you). I wanna see how she and Kaito (and, if you want, Nakamori-keibu) react... That, or have Kaito/keibu see Aoko's reaction."]
[summary: it didn't go well]
[characters: aoko (pov), kaito, an oc]
[words: 1075]
Haneda Airport.
It’s summer, and for the first time in a long time, Dad’s paycheck has been enough to allow him, her and Kaito an actual vacation. As much as she hates Kaitou KID, it’s one thing for which she really has to thank him - the guy’s given Dad a lot of recognition for being one of the few detectives in the world who has the persistence and pride to deal with him on a regular basis, and with that recognition has come quite a bit of a raise.
The flight has been delayed, and it’s been a few hours since it was supposed to have landed. As a result, the ‘family’ have spread themselves around the entertainment floor - Kaito is hovering over a counter of sweets, Dad is perusing the international newspapers, and she herself is going through their hand-luggage one more time, just in case Kaito’s hidden any tricks in there since the last time she checked.
“Honestly, what am I going to do wi-” Her hand impacts against something new. “Hm? What’s this?” she mutters to herself as she pulls out the obje-
“WAIT!” And suddenly Kaito has teleported across the lounge and pulled it out of her hand before stuffing it back in the bag. “Noooooooo touchy! No touch!”
She pulls it back out again. “Kaito, you cannot take this on the plane!”
“Of course I can,” Kaito replies. “It’s a perfect 100ml container of a perfect 100ml of liquid. It is legally within the constraints, so I can take it on the plane.”
“It’s blue hair spray. There is no possible use you could have for this that involves your own hair. So no.”
“Aooookooooo,” Kaito moans. “Come oooooooon!”
“Aoko? Nakamori Aoko, would it be?”
The two of them turn to the approaching new voice. It’s a woman in her late 30s to early 40s, with shoulder-length dark hair and a few creases at the edges of her eyes, dressed in smart casual. She’s oddly, deeply familiar, but Aoko can’t place it.
“Yes,” says Aoko hesitantly. “Do I know you?”
The woman smiles. “It’s me. I’m your mother.”
The voice clicks, and the face clicks.
“Oh my god, Mom!?” she exclaims.
She has her hair the same way. That shirt was one of her favourites. She hasn’t heard her voice like this in a long time, but it is. It really is. It’s nuts.
She moves in to hug-
-and Kaito grips her shoulder and yanks her back.
“What are you playing at!?” he yells in the middle of the airport.
“...Excuse me?” Mom replies, obviously scandalised. “Who on earth are you?”
“And who on earth are you?” Kaito echoes with a smirk, as if it’s the smartest thing he’s ever said. “You’re not conning us. Aoko, we’re leaving.”
“Kaito!” She shrugs out of his grip. “What are you doing?”
Kaito rolls his eyes and takes her hand, attempting to pull her back. “Obviously I’m getting you away from the weirdo who claims to be your mother!” he says.
Aoko stops dead still. “What the heck are you talking about? This is my mom!”
“And that’s not possible-”
“Rin!” Dad has rushed over. “It’s been years! What are you doing back in Japan?”
Kaito stares.
“Never mind that right now. Can you explain who this young man is and why he’s manhandling my daughter?”
Everybody stares at Kaito, and Aoko rips her hand free and gives him a good stare too.
Kaito himself stands stock still, wide eyes shifting between everyone. The gears in his head are clearly turning, and he’s awkwardly tense. “…Okay, I’m clearly missing something,” he says, and then turns to Dad. “So this is…”
“Aoko’s mother,” replies Dad. “The divorce happened before we moved, so you’ve never met.”
“Right. And she’s been…”
“Working in Europe for the last decade or so.”
“…Okay. So… Here’s a question: how… exactly did I not know about this… at all… until right now?” Kaito asks.
“Well, what were you thinking?” Aoko retorts. “That somebody was pretending to be my mom? Why would somebody just pretend to be my mom?”
“I dunno, you’re the one that told me she was dead,” Kaito says, arms crossed. “How was I supposed to think she was alive?”
Silence. Utter encompassing silence.
Well, if he was serious, then no wonder he’d been so frankly disturbed by the situation, but…
“...What?” she finally says. “I told you wh- I never told you that.”
“And I quote:” -and here, Kaito broke into a near-perfect imitation of her voice as a child, “Oh, mommy? She’s no longer with us!”
“What on earth did you think that meant?”
Aoko buries her face in her hands. “Oh my g…”
She remembers saying that. She does remember saying that. That happened.
“When did I say that?”
“We were eight.”
Oh god it’s even worse.
“...My questions have not yet been answered,” Mom says.
“Oh.” Aoko darts to Kaito’s side. “Mom, this is Kaito. He’s been our next-door neighbour since after you left.”
“It’s good to meet you,” Kaito waves awkwardly.
“And, um, when we were eight, his dad kinda. Died.”
Kaito does not look comfortable with that word, or maybe he’s just not comfortable with the entire situation being discussed at all. She cannot tell.
“And after that, he asked me where you were… and I totally meant to say that you were not living with us any more… but instead said that you were not here anymore.”
There’s a collective “…Ah.” After this, the tannoy wisely decides to interrupt by calling for their flight.
“Right, we’ve got to be going,” Dad announces. “It’s been good to see you again.” He gives Mom a kiss on the cheek (hopeful, and she accepts it) and accepts his hand-luggage from the ground.
“And you, dear,” Mom replies. “I’m sorry it was so brief. Perhaps I might be able to return to Japan soon, after your own trip is done?”
Aoko beams. “Really? That’s awesome!”
“And…” Mom looks at Kaito. “Let’s at least have a full introduction before we go?”
“Ah- yeah. I’m Kuroba Kaito.” A flower appears in his hand. “Amateur magician. I am so sorry for manhandling your daughter.”
“If you genuinely thought it was a scheme, I’m certainly less angry. Tonogi Rin. It was good to meet you.” She accepts the flower, and smiles.
And for some reason Kaito seems to… bristle about it.
[prompt: "Aoko meets her mother (circumstances are completely up to you). I wanna see how she and Kaito (and, if you want, Nakamori-keibu) react... That, or have Kaito/keibu see Aoko's reaction."]
[summary: it didn't go well]
[characters: aoko (pov), kaito, an oc]
[words: 1075]
Haneda Airport.
It’s summer, and for the first time in a long time, Dad’s paycheck has been enough to allow him, her and Kaito an actual vacation. As much as she hates Kaitou KID, it’s one thing for which she really has to thank him - the guy’s given Dad a lot of recognition for being one of the few detectives in the world who has the persistence and pride to deal with him on a regular basis, and with that recognition has come quite a bit of a raise.
The flight has been delayed, and it’s been a few hours since it was supposed to have landed. As a result, the ‘family’ have spread themselves around the entertainment floor - Kaito is hovering over a counter of sweets, Dad is perusing the international newspapers, and she herself is going through their hand-luggage one more time, just in case Kaito’s hidden any tricks in there since the last time she checked.
“Honestly, what am I going to do wi-” Her hand impacts against something new. “Hm? What’s this?” she mutters to herself as she pulls out the obje-
“WAIT!” And suddenly Kaito has teleported across the lounge and pulled it out of her hand before stuffing it back in the bag. “Noooooooo touchy! No touch!”
She pulls it back out again. “Kaito, you cannot take this on the plane!”
“Of course I can,” Kaito replies. “It’s a perfect 100ml container of a perfect 100ml of liquid. It is legally within the constraints, so I can take it on the plane.”
“It’s blue hair spray. There is no possible use you could have for this that involves your own hair. So no.”
“Aooookooooo,” Kaito moans. “Come oooooooon!”
“Aoko? Nakamori Aoko, would it be?”
The two of them turn to the approaching new voice. It’s a woman in her late 30s to early 40s, with shoulder-length dark hair and a few creases at the edges of her eyes, dressed in smart casual. She’s oddly, deeply familiar, but Aoko can’t place it.
“Yes,” says Aoko hesitantly. “Do I know you?”
The woman smiles. “It’s me. I’m your mother.”
The voice clicks, and the face clicks.
“Oh my god, Mom!?” she exclaims.
She has her hair the same way. That shirt was one of her favourites. She hasn’t heard her voice like this in a long time, but it is. It really is. It’s nuts.
She moves in to hug-
-and Kaito grips her shoulder and yanks her back.
“What are you playing at!?” he yells in the middle of the airport.
“...Excuse me?” Mom replies, obviously scandalised. “Who on earth are you?”
“And who on earth are you?” Kaito echoes with a smirk, as if it’s the smartest thing he’s ever said. “You’re not conning us. Aoko, we’re leaving.”
“Kaito!” She shrugs out of his grip. “What are you doing?”
Kaito rolls his eyes and takes her hand, attempting to pull her back. “Obviously I’m getting you away from the weirdo who claims to be your mother!” he says.
Aoko stops dead still. “What the heck are you talking about? This is my mom!”
“And that’s not possible-”
“Rin!” Dad has rushed over. “It’s been years! What are you doing back in Japan?”
Kaito stares.
“Never mind that right now. Can you explain who this young man is and why he’s manhandling my daughter?”
Everybody stares at Kaito, and Aoko rips her hand free and gives him a good stare too.
Kaito himself stands stock still, wide eyes shifting between everyone. The gears in his head are clearly turning, and he’s awkwardly tense. “…Okay, I’m clearly missing something,” he says, and then turns to Dad. “So this is…”
“Aoko’s mother,” replies Dad. “The divorce happened before we moved, so you’ve never met.”
“Right. And she’s been…”
“Working in Europe for the last decade or so.”
“…Okay. So… Here’s a question: how… exactly did I not know about this… at all… until right now?” Kaito asks.
“Well, what were you thinking?” Aoko retorts. “That somebody was pretending to be my mom? Why would somebody just pretend to be my mom?”
“I dunno, you’re the one that told me she was dead,” Kaito says, arms crossed. “How was I supposed to think she was alive?”
Silence. Utter encompassing silence.
Well, if he was serious, then no wonder he’d been so frankly disturbed by the situation, but…
“...What?” she finally says. “I told you wh- I never told you that.”
“And I quote:” -and here, Kaito broke into a near-perfect imitation of her voice as a child, “Oh, mommy? She’s no longer with us!”
「あ、お母さん?お母さんはもう居ない。」
[A, Okaa-san? OKaa-san wa mou inai.]
“What on earth did you think that meant?”
Aoko buries her face in her hands. “Oh my g…”
She remembers saying that. She does remember saying that. That happened.
“When did I say that?”
“We were eight.”
Oh god it’s even worse.
“...My questions have not yet been answered,” Mom says.
“Oh.” Aoko darts to Kaito’s side. “Mom, this is Kaito. He’s been our next-door neighbour since after you left.”
“It’s good to meet you,” Kaito waves awkwardly.
“And, um, when we were eight, his dad kinda. Died.”
Kaito does not look comfortable with that word, or maybe he’s just not comfortable with the entire situation being discussed at all. She cannot tell.
“And after that, he asked me where you were… and I totally meant to say that you were not living with us any more… but instead said that you were not here anymore.”
There’s a collective “…Ah.” After this, the tannoy wisely decides to interrupt by calling for their flight.
“Right, we’ve got to be going,” Dad announces. “It’s been good to see you again.” He gives Mom a kiss on the cheek (hopeful, and she accepts it) and accepts his hand-luggage from the ground.
“And you, dear,” Mom replies. “I’m sorry it was so brief. Perhaps I might be able to return to Japan soon, after your own trip is done?”
Aoko beams. “Really? That’s awesome!”
“And…” Mom looks at Kaito. “Let’s at least have a full introduction before we go?”
“Ah- yeah. I’m Kuroba Kaito.” A flower appears in his hand. “Amateur magician. I am so sorry for manhandling your daughter.”
“If you genuinely thought it was a scheme, I’m certainly less angry. Tonogi Rin. It was good to meet you.” She accepts the flower, and smiles.
And for some reason Kaito seems to… bristle about it.