Post by doctorpeggy on Mar 30, 2020 14:57:47 GMT
Prompt: Forging someone's signature.
This one felt good to write because I somehow haven't written too much on the lighter side as of late. The title is... well, I've never been to good at those anyway, so I thought I'd just make it be to the point. It's funnier that way.
So yeah, I had fun with this one. I hope it feels the same way to read it!
Summary: Kaito learns an important lesson from his mother. Or, alternatively, Kaito learns an important lesson about his mother.
Words: 769
In Which Kaito Does a Stupid
Kaito looks around, even though he knows there’s no-one there to catch him.
He’s afraid the signature will turn out wrong, even though he’s practiced it at least a couple hundred times.
He just really needs this to work.
He knows the trick, he has to do it quickly, but not too quickly. If he’s too slow, it’ll show. If he’s too fast, he’ll make a mistake. He’s tried both ways while practicing.
Sweat prickles the back of his neck. He’s never done this before. It’s not that Kaito has the best track record or anything, he’s Kaito after all, but this… this feels wrong.
He licks his lips. It’s now or never. He won’t be able to work up the nerve later.
He holds the pen, as naturally as he can, trying to emulate her grip.
He takes another look at his reference, breathes in deeply, and goes for it.
With a similar flourish to the one she always uses, Kaito signs above the dotted line.
Wiping sweat that isn’t there from his brow, he holds the paper to regard his work, squinting at the squiggle he’s made. He decides it’ll do. It reads Kuroba Chikage clearly enough, and it’s near identical to the one that’s in his school diary from seventh grade.
Kaito’s not sure if it’s good enough to fool a bank or anything, but it’s definitely good enough to fool his teacher into letting him go on that field trip.
He throws out the second printout of the paper he’s made just in case. He doesn’t need that anymore.
“Kuroba Kaito!”
That’s what he hears as he steps into the house the next day.
Well.
That’s not good.
“I’m home?” he tries. Except given the circumstances, he’s definitely in trouble, and it would have been just as well if he hadn’t bothered with the greeting.
When he reaches the living room, his mother is sitting on the couch, feet on the coffee table and can of beer in hand.
“I got a call from your teacher,” she says with a grin that chills Kaito to the bone.
“She said she’s glad I could get home in time to sign the permission slip for your history field trip,” she goes on, tipping her beer dangerously, “where was it to again?”
Kaito tries his best to look contrite.
“To Yanaka cemetary.”
“Right. To Yanaka Cemetary.”
“I’m sorry! I just really wanted to go and—"
“Kaito, you’ve got to be sneakier if you want to get away with stuff like this. I mean, I was in Hokkaido this time, not Europe. You didn’t think your teacher was going to call me if she suddenly got a signature after I talked to her on the phone to give my permission because I couldn’t sign the permission slip?”
“Well… it didn’t work. She needed your signature. And I thought I’d just… you know. And I mean… you were going to let me go, so… I’m sorry.”
“Kaito, what I’m about to say is very important, okay? If you’re going to do something stupid, don’t get caught.”
Kaito blinks. That’s not what he thought he would hear.
“If you were going to forge my signature, you could have at least asked my permission. What do you think would have happened if I hadn’t had my wits about me this morning and I had told your teacher I wasn’t back from my trip like she thought? What if I hadn’t covered up for you, Kaito?”
Kaito does not have a response to that. He’s still processing the fact that he has gotten away with his crime after being found out.
His mother takes a swig of her beer.
“Next time, think it through a bit more,” she warns, before getting up abruptly and striding out of the room.
Kaito is left openmouthed, unsure if he should be scared or relieved.
In the end, he is a little bit of both.
Four years later.
Kaito stares at the paper in front of him. On the one hand, he doesn’t like the idea of forging someone’s signature, but on the other hand, he really needs the permission to enter exhibition as a security assistant beforehand so he can scout about before the heist.
If you’re going to do something stupid, don’t get caught.
He has made good on that advice this past year… but this is the first time he needs to forge a signature as KID.
He looks at the paper again. Funny that it’s a permission slip this time, too.
He looks at his reference one last time, takes a deep breath, and touches pen to paper.
This one felt good to write because I somehow haven't written too much on the lighter side as of late. The title is... well, I've never been to good at those anyway, so I thought I'd just make it be to the point. It's funnier that way.
So yeah, I had fun with this one. I hope it feels the same way to read it!
Summary: Kaito learns an important lesson from his mother. Or, alternatively, Kaito learns an important lesson about his mother.
Words: 769
In Which Kaito Does a Stupid
Kaito looks around, even though he knows there’s no-one there to catch him.
He’s afraid the signature will turn out wrong, even though he’s practiced it at least a couple hundred times.
He just really needs this to work.
He knows the trick, he has to do it quickly, but not too quickly. If he’s too slow, it’ll show. If he’s too fast, he’ll make a mistake. He’s tried both ways while practicing.
Sweat prickles the back of his neck. He’s never done this before. It’s not that Kaito has the best track record or anything, he’s Kaito after all, but this… this feels wrong.
He licks his lips. It’s now or never. He won’t be able to work up the nerve later.
He holds the pen, as naturally as he can, trying to emulate her grip.
He takes another look at his reference, breathes in deeply, and goes for it.
With a similar flourish to the one she always uses, Kaito signs above the dotted line.
Wiping sweat that isn’t there from his brow, he holds the paper to regard his work, squinting at the squiggle he’s made. He decides it’ll do. It reads Kuroba Chikage clearly enough, and it’s near identical to the one that’s in his school diary from seventh grade.
Kaito’s not sure if it’s good enough to fool a bank or anything, but it’s definitely good enough to fool his teacher into letting him go on that field trip.
He throws out the second printout of the paper he’s made just in case. He doesn’t need that anymore.
“Kuroba Kaito!”
That’s what he hears as he steps into the house the next day.
Well.
That’s not good.
“I’m home?” he tries. Except given the circumstances, he’s definitely in trouble, and it would have been just as well if he hadn’t bothered with the greeting.
When he reaches the living room, his mother is sitting on the couch, feet on the coffee table and can of beer in hand.
“I got a call from your teacher,” she says with a grin that chills Kaito to the bone.
“She said she’s glad I could get home in time to sign the permission slip for your history field trip,” she goes on, tipping her beer dangerously, “where was it to again?”
Kaito tries his best to look contrite.
“To Yanaka cemetary.”
“Right. To Yanaka Cemetary.”
“I’m sorry! I just really wanted to go and—"
“Kaito, you’ve got to be sneakier if you want to get away with stuff like this. I mean, I was in Hokkaido this time, not Europe. You didn’t think your teacher was going to call me if she suddenly got a signature after I talked to her on the phone to give my permission because I couldn’t sign the permission slip?”
“Well… it didn’t work. She needed your signature. And I thought I’d just… you know. And I mean… you were going to let me go, so… I’m sorry.”
“Kaito, what I’m about to say is very important, okay? If you’re going to do something stupid, don’t get caught.”
Kaito blinks. That’s not what he thought he would hear.
“If you were going to forge my signature, you could have at least asked my permission. What do you think would have happened if I hadn’t had my wits about me this morning and I had told your teacher I wasn’t back from my trip like she thought? What if I hadn’t covered up for you, Kaito?”
Kaito does not have a response to that. He’s still processing the fact that he has gotten away with his crime after being found out.
His mother takes a swig of her beer.
“Next time, think it through a bit more,” she warns, before getting up abruptly and striding out of the room.
Kaito is left openmouthed, unsure if he should be scared or relieved.
In the end, he is a little bit of both.
Four years later.
Kaito stares at the paper in front of him. On the one hand, he doesn’t like the idea of forging someone’s signature, but on the other hand, he really needs the permission to enter exhibition as a security assistant beforehand so he can scout about before the heist.
If you’re going to do something stupid, don’t get caught.
He has made good on that advice this past year… but this is the first time he needs to forge a signature as KID.
He looks at the paper again. Funny that it’s a permission slip this time, too.
He looks at his reference one last time, takes a deep breath, and touches pen to paper.