Post by Addy01 on Sept 24, 2016 0:38:38 GMT
For Prompt Exchange #6: Little Kaito's first trip to the barber shop. Must be with Toichi or Chikage.
Summary: Aoko regretted being Kaito's best friend, Akako screwed up her magic again and Saguru wished he'd stayed at home. And Kaito? He has no choice but to spill his guts out. No pairing
Words: 1648 words
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“Gum, you just had to use bubble gum for your little trick, didn’t you?” Chikage chided as she tried to pull at the pile of sticky mess out of the bird nest of a head that belong to her son, who’s sitting still for the first time in his life, knowing the horror his mother would be inflicting on him if he moved.
Even at the tender age of three years and two months.
(Oh good, looks like this son have inherent the instincts of a Phantom Thief, Good Boy!)
“Well...the magic had gone off perfectly…until...” Kuroba Toichi had his hand at the back of his head as he sheepishly tried to explain himself, standing at the other end of the room.
Toichi love his wife dearly. She was the love of his life, he knew that from the moment he first set eyes on her.
He also love his life dearly, very much so, (and if only just a tad lesser than his love for the lady of his life and the child they bore together). She was after all, the famed Phantom Lady, the Lady with twenty thousand faces, before he met her. And first thing she taught him when she was training him up to take up her mantel as the next Phantom Thief, was value his life.
Toichi was usually very good in containing his magic trick, but just today, he’d...forgotten how rambunctious his son could be when it came to magic. Little Kaito had ran straight for the huge bubble gum balloon that had been blown larger than the boy head on.
Hence the mess….and ten feet distance away from his lovely, lovely wife.
She taught him very well.
“Fix this by tonight, won’t you dear? Especially since we have that dinner date with the Kudos.” Chikage requested in such a ‘loving warm’ tone that it failed to cut through butter.
“Yes madam!” he quickly saluted, knowing that Chikage the Phantom Lady and Chikage the lovely wife are two very different people.
He even have scars to prove it too.
At the confirmation, Chikage nodded in satisfaction, kissed her little boy in the cheeks before heading back to the master bedroom, not so much as a glance back at her husband (ouch), followed by a thunderous slam (that poor, poor door).
Now that’s left was just him and his little (but messy) bundle of joy in the living room.
“Come on, Kaito. Let’s get you to the barber before it closes.”
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They managed to get out of the house in seconds and once they were on their way, Kaito had reverted to his old bubbly self, and started to chatter a mile a minute and fidgeted like a slippery eel in his arms as the father and son duo made their way to the barbers.
It was a miracle that they managed to reached the barbers without getting the gum everywhere else.
Truly...Only a phantom thief could have achieved it.
“Hey Yamamoto-san.”, Toichi greeted the owner as he entered into the shop, with Kaito wiggling precariously in his arms.
“Hey Kuroba-san….oh, do I even want to know how did that happen?” Gesturing at the pink blob intermiggled with the little boy’s short locks.
“Haha, it was not that bad. I was just testing on my latest magic trick and didn’t see Kaito running towards me.”
“Ah well, can’t be help, I guess. I take it the missus isn’t too happy.”
Toichi responded with a laugh. it’s a good enough responds as any. “Anyway, what do you think? Would you be able to get rid of it. We got to get this little man presentable by tonight.”
“To be honest, there’s nothing more than I can do but to trim everything away, but his hair’s long enough that if the gum hadn’t gotten to the roots or the scalp, we could get away with giving him a very short hair cut instead.”
“Excellent news! How long do you think it will take?”
"Let’s just put Kaito here and we’ll see how it goes.” Yamamoto-san said, and he gestured to the seat, putting in a couple of booster cushions to prop the little boy up.
“Okay, Kaito! Let’s get you comfortable here, shall we?” Toichi said.
However, as soon as Toichi set the little boy down, there were the trembling of the lips, the frown on the face, the watering of the eye and-
“Oh my, he has got a set of lungs in him, hasn’t he.” the barber had murmured to himself, thankfully, Kaito’s crying had drown out from the little boy’s father’s earshot.
“Say what?” Toichi asked, coming in closer to the barber with his hand cupping his right ear.
“You better calm the boy down, Kuroba-san. it’s better if he’s calm before we do anything.” This time, the barber articulated through the child’s loud wailing.
Toichi, who’d looked so lost at that very moment, managed to compose himself now that he’d some instructions to work with, “Oh Kaito! Look here! Look at daddy~! See what I have got here!”
With a poof of smoke, he had Kaito dressed in the salon cape, already for his haircut.
The little boy paused in the middle of his crying fest, and sat still like a statue at that magic, before clapping rapidly in excitement – Daddy’s magic was always fun.
Now that the little boy attention was occupied elsewhere, the barber took out his scissors and started to snip the first lock of hair.
Unfortunately, Kaito’s attention hadn’t been fully diverted, and had froze at the sound of the scissoring snipping in fear, looking like deers in headlights and was ready to bolt.
But the barber, hadn’t realised that little fact, continue on and was making his second snip-
"Noooooo!” Toichi had exclaimed having realised what was going to transpire.
Sadly, it was too late. Little Kaito had jerked as the barber snipped the scissors for the second time, taking far, far too much hair-
The little boy then surged forward and out of the seat before anyone could stop him.
Frightened, confused and disorientated, Kaito scrabbled towards the back of the shop. And as he reached the back end of the room, the little boy tripped over his legs, tumbled down and knocked over a pail of water, and there was a golden orange object that flew high towards the ceiling before free falling down like a missile.
Straight into little Kaito’s mouth.
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“And that’s how...I-I-I had got my fear...of the f-f-finny thingy...Oh Aoko. It was so horrible.” Kuroba Kaito mumbled into Aoko’s shirt, with hiccups littering his narration, covering her shoulder with snot...and is that saliva?
“There, there.” Nakamori Aoko said as she continue to pat his back, having long dismissed the disgusting bodily fluids that’s drenching a part of her blouse in her attempt to calm her friend down.
Which she has been doing... for the past three hour.
“I mean, I love Dad, I love dreaming about my dad... remembering about my dad, but...anything but that memory!” And off he goes into another crying fit.
“It’s okay.” But it’s really getting to her. The worry and concern that had initially laced her voice had fled her thirty minutes into this...episode. And it’s only a testament of their long years of friendship (and the fact that Kuroba had been clinging on to her since he started) that she continue to comfort her despondent friend, even thought she obviously wants to be everywhere but there.
The normally friendly girl shot a death glare at Koizumi Akako, who smiled sheepishly and scoot further away from the girl known for her prowess with The Mop, which had only been directed at Kuroba so far.
However, it seems like Aoko-kun was a bare thread away from directing it as someone else for the very first time.
“Okay, what did you put in his punch, Koizumi-san? That’s...That’s just not normal.” Saguru finally dared to ask. Kuroba had been at this for the past three hours, and it looks like he’s still going strong
Koizumi, who’s trying, but failing, to retain the remainder of her dignity, tried to respond flippantly, “Oh... Just some gin...and vodka and sherry...and I may have slipped in a combination of truth potion and something that’s suppose to an inhibitor suppression serum.”
“...”
“Seriously?”
“You asked.”
Saguru sighed and started massaging his temples. Normally he won’t have believed a word of it. But in this case, he’s at the end of the titters too. His investigation had led to nothing, and he knows he’s grasping straws right now.
But still…
Truth potions and inhibitor suppression serums?
“What?! I just thought that if I loosen him up a little, he’ll actually throw himself at me...”
“...But instead all it does was to release his pent up desire to cry about his father.”
“Not my fault he’s got daddy issues.”
She might as well cast a love spell on him...
“Already tried that. Didn’t do a thing to him.”
Oh...he didn’t realised he’d said that out loud. Saguru must really be so out of it.
And Kuroba didn’t even mention a single thing about KID…if what Koizumi said is true about the truth potion and inhibitor suppression serum, was he wrong about-
His train of thoughts was interrupted by another wail from Kuroba. In their momentary discussion, Kuroba had descended to crying another river, this time about the first magic trick his father taught him.
And it doesn’t look like he’s going to stop anytime soon.
This was suppose to be a simple gathering hosted by Aoko-kun...he’d only accepted the invitation because Kuroba was going to be there, and he’d thought it was as good an opportunity to catch Kuroba off guard about being KID.
He should have said no. He should have just stayed at home with Baaya and watching Sherlock reruns...
They were in for a long, long night.
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owari
Summary: Aoko regretted being Kaito's best friend, Akako screwed up her magic again and Saguru wished he'd stayed at home. And Kaito? He has no choice but to spill his guts out. No pairing
Words: 1648 words
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“Gum, you just had to use bubble gum for your little trick, didn’t you?” Chikage chided as she tried to pull at the pile of sticky mess out of the bird nest of a head that belong to her son, who’s sitting still for the first time in his life, knowing the horror his mother would be inflicting on him if he moved.
Even at the tender age of three years and two months.
(Oh good, looks like this son have inherent the instincts of a Phantom Thief, Good Boy!)
“Well...the magic had gone off perfectly…until...” Kuroba Toichi had his hand at the back of his head as he sheepishly tried to explain himself, standing at the other end of the room.
Toichi love his wife dearly. She was the love of his life, he knew that from the moment he first set eyes on her.
He also love his life dearly, very much so, (and if only just a tad lesser than his love for the lady of his life and the child they bore together). She was after all, the famed Phantom Lady, the Lady with twenty thousand faces, before he met her. And first thing she taught him when she was training him up to take up her mantel as the next Phantom Thief, was value his life.
Toichi was usually very good in containing his magic trick, but just today, he’d...forgotten how rambunctious his son could be when it came to magic. Little Kaito had ran straight for the huge bubble gum balloon that had been blown larger than the boy head on.
Hence the mess….and ten feet distance away from his lovely, lovely wife.
She taught him very well.
“Fix this by tonight, won’t you dear? Especially since we have that dinner date with the Kudos.” Chikage requested in such a ‘loving warm’ tone that it failed to cut through butter.
“Yes madam!” he quickly saluted, knowing that Chikage the Phantom Lady and Chikage the lovely wife are two very different people.
He even have scars to prove it too.
At the confirmation, Chikage nodded in satisfaction, kissed her little boy in the cheeks before heading back to the master bedroom, not so much as a glance back at her husband (ouch), followed by a thunderous slam (that poor, poor door).
Now that’s left was just him and his little (but messy) bundle of joy in the living room.
“Come on, Kaito. Let’s get you to the barber before it closes.”
-o-
They managed to get out of the house in seconds and once they were on their way, Kaito had reverted to his old bubbly self, and started to chatter a mile a minute and fidgeted like a slippery eel in his arms as the father and son duo made their way to the barbers.
It was a miracle that they managed to reached the barbers without getting the gum everywhere else.
Truly...Only a phantom thief could have achieved it.
“Hey Yamamoto-san.”, Toichi greeted the owner as he entered into the shop, with Kaito wiggling precariously in his arms.
“Hey Kuroba-san….oh, do I even want to know how did that happen?” Gesturing at the pink blob intermiggled with the little boy’s short locks.
“Haha, it was not that bad. I was just testing on my latest magic trick and didn’t see Kaito running towards me.”
“Ah well, can’t be help, I guess. I take it the missus isn’t too happy.”
Toichi responded with a laugh. it’s a good enough responds as any. “Anyway, what do you think? Would you be able to get rid of it. We got to get this little man presentable by tonight.”
“To be honest, there’s nothing more than I can do but to trim everything away, but his hair’s long enough that if the gum hadn’t gotten to the roots or the scalp, we could get away with giving him a very short hair cut instead.”
“Excellent news! How long do you think it will take?”
"Let’s just put Kaito here and we’ll see how it goes.” Yamamoto-san said, and he gestured to the seat, putting in a couple of booster cushions to prop the little boy up.
“Okay, Kaito! Let’s get you comfortable here, shall we?” Toichi said.
However, as soon as Toichi set the little boy down, there were the trembling of the lips, the frown on the face, the watering of the eye and-
“Oh my, he has got a set of lungs in him, hasn’t he.” the barber had murmured to himself, thankfully, Kaito’s crying had drown out from the little boy’s father’s earshot.
“Say what?” Toichi asked, coming in closer to the barber with his hand cupping his right ear.
“You better calm the boy down, Kuroba-san. it’s better if he’s calm before we do anything.” This time, the barber articulated through the child’s loud wailing.
Toichi, who’d looked so lost at that very moment, managed to compose himself now that he’d some instructions to work with, “Oh Kaito! Look here! Look at daddy~! See what I have got here!”
With a poof of smoke, he had Kaito dressed in the salon cape, already for his haircut.
The little boy paused in the middle of his crying fest, and sat still like a statue at that magic, before clapping rapidly in excitement – Daddy’s magic was always fun.
Now that the little boy attention was occupied elsewhere, the barber took out his scissors and started to snip the first lock of hair.
Unfortunately, Kaito’s attention hadn’t been fully diverted, and had froze at the sound of the scissoring snipping in fear, looking like deers in headlights and was ready to bolt.
But the barber, hadn’t realised that little fact, continue on and was making his second snip-
"Noooooo!” Toichi had exclaimed having realised what was going to transpire.
Sadly, it was too late. Little Kaito had jerked as the barber snipped the scissors for the second time, taking far, far too much hair-
The little boy then surged forward and out of the seat before anyone could stop him.
Frightened, confused and disorientated, Kaito scrabbled towards the back of the shop. And as he reached the back end of the room, the little boy tripped over his legs, tumbled down and knocked over a pail of water, and there was a golden orange object that flew high towards the ceiling before free falling down like a missile.
Straight into little Kaito’s mouth.
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“And that’s how...I-I-I had got my fear...of the f-f-finny thingy...Oh Aoko. It was so horrible.” Kuroba Kaito mumbled into Aoko’s shirt, with hiccups littering his narration, covering her shoulder with snot...and is that saliva?
“There, there.” Nakamori Aoko said as she continue to pat his back, having long dismissed the disgusting bodily fluids that’s drenching a part of her blouse in her attempt to calm her friend down.
Which she has been doing... for the past three hour.
“I mean, I love Dad, I love dreaming about my dad... remembering about my dad, but...anything but that memory!” And off he goes into another crying fit.
“It’s okay.” But it’s really getting to her. The worry and concern that had initially laced her voice had fled her thirty minutes into this...episode. And it’s only a testament of their long years of friendship (and the fact that Kuroba had been clinging on to her since he started) that she continue to comfort her despondent friend, even thought she obviously wants to be everywhere but there.
The normally friendly girl shot a death glare at Koizumi Akako, who smiled sheepishly and scoot further away from the girl known for her prowess with The Mop, which had only been directed at Kuroba so far.
However, it seems like Aoko-kun was a bare thread away from directing it as someone else for the very first time.
“Okay, what did you put in his punch, Koizumi-san? That’s...That’s just not normal.” Saguru finally dared to ask. Kuroba had been at this for the past three hours, and it looks like he’s still going strong
Koizumi, who’s trying, but failing, to retain the remainder of her dignity, tried to respond flippantly, “Oh... Just some gin...and vodka and sherry...and I may have slipped in a combination of truth potion and something that’s suppose to an inhibitor suppression serum.”
“...”
“Seriously?”
“You asked.”
Saguru sighed and started massaging his temples. Normally he won’t have believed a word of it. But in this case, he’s at the end of the titters too. His investigation had led to nothing, and he knows he’s grasping straws right now.
But still…
Truth potions and inhibitor suppression serums?
“What?! I just thought that if I loosen him up a little, he’ll actually throw himself at me...”
“...But instead all it does was to release his pent up desire to cry about his father.”
“Not my fault he’s got daddy issues.”
She might as well cast a love spell on him...
“Already tried that. Didn’t do a thing to him.”
Oh...he didn’t realised he’d said that out loud. Saguru must really be so out of it.
And Kuroba didn’t even mention a single thing about KID…if what Koizumi said is true about the truth potion and inhibitor suppression serum, was he wrong about-
His train of thoughts was interrupted by another wail from Kuroba. In their momentary discussion, Kuroba had descended to crying another river, this time about the first magic trick his father taught him.
And it doesn’t look like he’s going to stop anytime soon.
This was suppose to be a simple gathering hosted by Aoko-kun...he’d only accepted the invitation because Kuroba was going to be there, and he’d thought it was as good an opportunity to catch Kuroba off guard about being KID.
He should have said no. He should have just stayed at home with Baaya and watching Sherlock reruns...
They were in for a long, long night.
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owari