Post by BlackKatJinx on Dec 27, 2016 22:27:43 GMT
Whipped this up yesterday after reading the prompt. Something simple.... with no real significance? Feels more like a scene than a story. XD
Word Count: 1078
Kaito lingered by the large shop window, jiggling from one foot to the other to keep warm, the plastic bag in his hand crackling with each movement. The tantalizing aroma of baked goods only served to remind him where is supposed to be and, more importantly, how late he was running. The magician burrowed himself further into his jacket, mouth tucked behind both the zipper and his scarf, his shoulders nearly up to his ears against the chilly air.
The bell above the door gave a little chime and he glanced to the side as a couple exited the small bakery. Once again warm air and the smell of pies and fresh bread wafted over him, and he watched as they pulled open a pair of umbrellas and stepped out into the drumming rain. His gaze followed them briefly, eyes lingering on the umbrellas, as they melted into the crowd on the sidewalk before looking back out at the street.
He had not thought to check the weather forecast before going out, he had been in too much of a rush that morning to even think about it. Besides the sun was shining when he left and yeah, there had been a few clouds, but other than that nothing had hinted at the possibility of rain.
It wasn't a fun rain either, like the warm summer drizzle that had you playing in puddles or a refreshing spring shower. It was dreary and it was windy. The rain felt more like ice as the cold of late autumn transitioning into early winter hung in the air. It started halfway through his walk and though he had braved the biting and stinging water at first, it wasn't long before it sent him running for cover.
The bakery and its warmth had been a blessing. One he happily reveled in by buying a small snack, having skipped breakfast, and something warm to drink to revive himself. He also bought a small box of sweets in hopes that it would help appease the woman he would soon be facing.
The bag rustled in his hands, in tangent with another chime from the bell of the busy shop, as he checked the time, frowning at his watch. He'd already been late when he left the house and being forced to wait for the rain to stop, or at the very least let up, was not helping. On top of that he forgot to charge his phone last night, the heavy weight of the dead mobile weighing in his pocket. Idly he wondered how many messages and missed calls he had and he grimaced.
Aoko is going to kill him. After beating him with a mop she is going to cut him up into neat little pieces like she does with the vegetables for dinner. Probably even feed him to her pet cat. That little furball of a demon never liked him much anyways.
And as much as Kaito enjoys being alive, he wouldn't blame her if she did.
This outing had been planned weeks in advance. The two friends had had very little time to spend together over the past couple months. Simply trying to find a free day between their busy schedules (and other... miscellaneous nightly activities) where they could meet up and hang out like the old times had been both difficult and time consuming on its own.
And here was Kaito, screwing it up by being obscenely late. His own fault really for staying up as late as he did planning his next heist with Jii.
Suddenly someone cleared their throat, close enough that it startled him. The magician looked up at the person standing bundled up next to him under the window's overhang, their still opened umbrella extended in his direction.
“You need it, right?” They asked when Kaito made no move to take it.
He needed it all right. Normally Kaito would not look a gift horse in the mouth, accepting the umbrella for the wonderful stroke of luck it was and lavish praise on the kind soul who was generous enough to loan it to him in this weather. And that was the problem: the person loaning it to him.
Hesitantly, Kaito reached for the offered umbrella. “Are you sure?”
In response the other male smiled, “I'm sure. Can't have you getting sick before tonight's heist, right?”
The words were soft, loud enough for their ears alone and Kaito's hand had just closed around the handle when he froze, and not because of the cold. The world seemed to slow as he stared at the detective, heart skipping a beat. Kudo Shinichi was smiling calmly, completely unphased, as if the words he just spoke mentioned the dismal weather and not announcing that he knew who Kaito was. (Or at least suspected)
For moment he debated pretending ignorance (“Haha. What are you talking about?”) but before he could open his mouth Shinichi removed his hand from the handle. He then turned and disappeared into the bakery, the tinkling of the bell snapping the magician from his stupor.
Kaito glanced through the large window in search of that unforgettable cowlick. The detective was already lost to the crowd however, and Kaito turned his attention back to the umbrella, mind racing at the supposed implications. Did Kudo really know who he was? Was he guessing? Did he hint about KID to anyone who looked like they could fit the thief's profile? Was it preplanned? Could the detective make it rain on purpose to corner him here?
He huffed at the absurdity of that last thought; if he was thinking that then clearly he was overreacting. He debated putting down the umbrella and leaving without it, incase it was bugged or something like that, but another glance at his watch—and an image of an angry Aoko in his thoughts—had him rethinking the decision and well, desperate times called for desperate measures.
Besides, something told him he could trust the detective, if only this once. With a silent promise to return the umbrella later Kaito stepped into the rain.
Late that night Shinichi returned home from the heist where KID had been swinging around a familiar looking umbrella as if it was a magic wand, only to find that very same umbrella laying on his kitchen table. Attached to the handle was a note; one that had Shinichi smiling as he read it.
Word Count: 1078
A Helping Hand
Kaito lingered by the large shop window, jiggling from one foot to the other to keep warm, the plastic bag in his hand crackling with each movement. The tantalizing aroma of baked goods only served to remind him where is supposed to be and, more importantly, how late he was running. The magician burrowed himself further into his jacket, mouth tucked behind both the zipper and his scarf, his shoulders nearly up to his ears against the chilly air.
The bell above the door gave a little chime and he glanced to the side as a couple exited the small bakery. Once again warm air and the smell of pies and fresh bread wafted over him, and he watched as they pulled open a pair of umbrellas and stepped out into the drumming rain. His gaze followed them briefly, eyes lingering on the umbrellas, as they melted into the crowd on the sidewalk before looking back out at the street.
He had not thought to check the weather forecast before going out, he had been in too much of a rush that morning to even think about it. Besides the sun was shining when he left and yeah, there had been a few clouds, but other than that nothing had hinted at the possibility of rain.
It wasn't a fun rain either, like the warm summer drizzle that had you playing in puddles or a refreshing spring shower. It was dreary and it was windy. The rain felt more like ice as the cold of late autumn transitioning into early winter hung in the air. It started halfway through his walk and though he had braved the biting and stinging water at first, it wasn't long before it sent him running for cover.
The bakery and its warmth had been a blessing. One he happily reveled in by buying a small snack, having skipped breakfast, and something warm to drink to revive himself. He also bought a small box of sweets in hopes that it would help appease the woman he would soon be facing.
The bag rustled in his hands, in tangent with another chime from the bell of the busy shop, as he checked the time, frowning at his watch. He'd already been late when he left the house and being forced to wait for the rain to stop, or at the very least let up, was not helping. On top of that he forgot to charge his phone last night, the heavy weight of the dead mobile weighing in his pocket. Idly he wondered how many messages and missed calls he had and he grimaced.
Aoko is going to kill him. After beating him with a mop she is going to cut him up into neat little pieces like she does with the vegetables for dinner. Probably even feed him to her pet cat. That little furball of a demon never liked him much anyways.
And as much as Kaito enjoys being alive, he wouldn't blame her if she did.
This outing had been planned weeks in advance. The two friends had had very little time to spend together over the past couple months. Simply trying to find a free day between their busy schedules (and other... miscellaneous nightly activities) where they could meet up and hang out like the old times had been both difficult and time consuming on its own.
And here was Kaito, screwing it up by being obscenely late. His own fault really for staying up as late as he did planning his next heist with Jii.
Suddenly someone cleared their throat, close enough that it startled him. The magician looked up at the person standing bundled up next to him under the window's overhang, their still opened umbrella extended in his direction.
“You need it, right?” They asked when Kaito made no move to take it.
He needed it all right. Normally Kaito would not look a gift horse in the mouth, accepting the umbrella for the wonderful stroke of luck it was and lavish praise on the kind soul who was generous enough to loan it to him in this weather. And that was the problem: the person loaning it to him.
Hesitantly, Kaito reached for the offered umbrella. “Are you sure?”
In response the other male smiled, “I'm sure. Can't have you getting sick before tonight's heist, right?”
The words were soft, loud enough for their ears alone and Kaito's hand had just closed around the handle when he froze, and not because of the cold. The world seemed to slow as he stared at the detective, heart skipping a beat. Kudo Shinichi was smiling calmly, completely unphased, as if the words he just spoke mentioned the dismal weather and not announcing that he knew who Kaito was. (Or at least suspected)
For moment he debated pretending ignorance (“Haha. What are you talking about?”) but before he could open his mouth Shinichi removed his hand from the handle. He then turned and disappeared into the bakery, the tinkling of the bell snapping the magician from his stupor.
Kaito glanced through the large window in search of that unforgettable cowlick. The detective was already lost to the crowd however, and Kaito turned his attention back to the umbrella, mind racing at the supposed implications. Did Kudo really know who he was? Was he guessing? Did he hint about KID to anyone who looked like they could fit the thief's profile? Was it preplanned? Could the detective make it rain on purpose to corner him here?
He huffed at the absurdity of that last thought; if he was thinking that then clearly he was overreacting. He debated putting down the umbrella and leaving without it, incase it was bugged or something like that, but another glance at his watch—and an image of an angry Aoko in his thoughts—had him rethinking the decision and well, desperate times called for desperate measures.
Besides, something told him he could trust the detective, if only this once. With a silent promise to return the umbrella later Kaito stepped into the rain.
xoxox
Late that night Shinichi returned home from the heist where KID had been swinging around a familiar looking umbrella as if it was a magic wand, only to find that very same umbrella laying on his kitchen table. Attached to the handle was a note; one that had Shinichi smiling as he read it.
I believe this belongs to you.
Thank You.