I went for the second one (sort of) because the mental image was just too awesome to resist. And with your permission, I might expand on this idea a bit and use it for a Nights fic? *hopeful look*
When Aoko went upstairs to her room and found Kaitou Kid lounging on her windowsill...well, to say she was surprised would be an understatement, and do no justice at all to her shock.
She was even more startled to see what he was holding. The items in his hands were neither cards, nor card gun, nor any sort of heist trophy...but seemed to be knitting needles.
She stared at him for a while, knowing that he had to be aware of her presence, before speaking. "What are you doing here?" It seemed the obvious question...yet somehow still so silly.
Finally, he turned his head and actually acknowledged that she was there. He raised his hands a bit more, allowing her a better view of the long needles he held. "Knitting. Have you ever tried it, Nakamori-san? It's quite relaxing." He turned his head again and bent over his work.
The room was silent for a moment, save for the soft clicking of the needles as he manipulated them between his hands to coax a cloth of sorts from mere yarn.
Aoko watched silently, uncertain of what to do. Her father wasn't home yet, and he'd be long gone before she could get to a phone. There really wasn't much else she could do...but watch.
So she did, studying his form carefully. It was a strange little paradox, to see the infamous thief, International Criminal 1412, one of the most wanted men alive...sitting on her window, doing something that most people associated with their grandmothers. Her eyes traced slowly over his outline--the hat-brim cast a shadow, keeping her from truly seeing his face--but she did see that his expression was different from the smug smirk he always wore as he danced around the Taskforce.
He was smiling--Kid wasn't Kid without the smile--but it was softer, more of a half-smile than anything, the look of one who is proud of his work. There was no magic, save for what was appearing from the needles.
He looked...calm. Peaceful.
It was strange.
"You have questions." She nearly jumped when he spoke, and shook herself as she realized that she'd fallen into his trap--that presence he had about him was hypnotic in and of itself.
"Why are you here?" she asked, sitting down on her bed. It was amazing how at ease she felt--still, she knew on every level that he wouldn't hurt her. That was one of the few points she would grudgingly give the thief.
"Just catching my breath," he replied easily. "Do you wish me gone?"
"...what are you making?"
"A present."
"For who?"
"Someone very special."
"A girl?"
"Perhaps."
"You have a girlfriend. Your fanclub will be crushed."
"I don't, actually."
"Boyfriend?"
"Nein."
"Why are you knitting?"
"Because it's relaxing. Even we Phantom Thieves need to unwind after a hard night's work."
Aoko snorted, but didn't respond beyond that. Instead, she returned to simply watching. Again, she started to feel that strange hypnotic wave rush over her as she watched his hands move...strange how calm she felt...
When Aoko went upstairs to her room and found Kaitou Kid lounging on her windowsill...well, to say she was surprised would be an understatement, and do no justice at all to her shock.
She was even more startled to see what he was holding. The items in his hands were neither cards, nor card gun, nor any sort of heist trophy...but seemed to be knitting needles.
She stared at him for a while, knowing that he had to be aware of her presence, before speaking. "What are you doing here?" It seemed the obvious question...yet somehow still so silly.
Finally, he turned his head and actually acknowledged that she was there. He raised his hands a bit more, allowing her a better view of the long needles he held. "Knitting. Have you ever tried it, Nakamori-san? It's quite relaxing." He turned his head again and bent over his work.
The room was silent for a moment, save for the soft clicking of the needles as he manipulated them between his hands to coax a cloth of sorts from mere yarn.
Aoko watched silently, uncertain of what to do. Her father wasn't home yet, and he'd be long gone before she could get to a phone. There really wasn't much else she could do...but watch.
So she did, studying his form carefully. It was a strange little paradox, to see the infamous thief, International Criminal 1412, one of the most wanted men alive...sitting on her window, doing something that most people associated with their grandmothers. Her eyes traced slowly over his outline--the hat-brim cast a shadow, keeping her from truly seeing his face--but she did see that his expression was different from the smug smirk he always wore as he danced around the Taskforce.
He was smiling--Kid wasn't Kid without the smile--but it was softer, more of a half-smile than anything, the look of one who is proud of his work. There was no magic, save for what was appearing from the needles.
He looked...calm. Peaceful.
It was strange.
"You have questions." She nearly jumped when he spoke, and shook herself as she realized that she'd fallen into his trap--that presence he had about him was hypnotic in and of itself.
"Why are you here?" she asked, sitting down on her bed. It was amazing how at ease she felt--still, she knew on every level that he wouldn't hurt her. That was one of the few points she would grudgingly give the thief.
"Just catching my breath," he replied easily. "Do you wish me gone?"
"...what are you making?"
"A present."
"For who?"
"Someone very special."
"A girl?"
"Perhaps."
"You have a girlfriend. Your fanclub will be crushed."
"I don't, actually."
"Boyfriend?"
"Nein."
"Why are you knitting?"
"Because it's relaxing. Even we Phantom Thieves need to unwind after a hard night's work."
Aoko snorted, but didn't respond beyond that. Instead, she returned to simply watching. Again, she started to feel that strange hypnotic wave rush over her as she watched his hands move...strange how calm she felt...
She needed to catch him for her father, though...
TBC in...the next comment...
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