[Drabble] Icing on the Cake.
[Fandom] Detective Conan/Magic Kaito.
[Title] Icing on the Cake.
[Pairing/Characters] Hattori Heiji, Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru, Kudou Shinichi.
[Rating] E → Even Stupider!
[Word Count] 866.
[Note] For codeswitch's first anniversary and Shinichi's birthday. :'D (Though this is again a crappy cop out and I will eventually finish the fic I've been working on since forever. LET'S PRETEND A LITTLE LONGER. OTL.)
Hattori was rather surprised to find Kuroba Kaito busying himself in their kitchen. In a frilly apron. (Where did that come from anyway?) He didn't want to do it, he really didn't, but at a time like this, he supposed it could hardly be helped. He took a deep breath and slowly moved in.
"Kuroba..." he began cautiously, making sure to edge most carefully around to stay as far away from the other as possible. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" was the immediate response. Kaito rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a long streak of flour across it. He grinned impishly nonetheless. "I'm obviously baking a cake."
A cake. Of course.
(N-Not really.)
"It, uh, looks more like you're blowing up a cake, if you ask me."
Kaito threw a raw egg at the detective's forehead in retaliation, effectively cracking it and making the yolk run down his face. His sputtering, angry backlash only made Kaito guffaw in reply.
"Hahaha! You look so stupid right now."
Hattori frowned pointedly and reached for a rag to wipe his face off. Indignantly, he shot back, "Hey, I don't want to be told that by a guy wearing his mother's apron."
"But it looks so good on me!" He did a little curtsy and a spin to accentuate this remark, making Hattori facepalm. Grinning, Kaito continued his rather pitiful attempt at mixing, still not noticing the incredible smear of flour across his forehead. To justify himself a bit better, he explained, "When I got the recipe from my mom, she did that girly squeal thing and made me take the apron."
"Mama's boy," Hattori muttered with a wide grin, which only served to earn him another egg to the face.
Okay. See. Now that was enough.
Growling, he jumped over the remaining distance between them and grabbed a handful of flour to smear across the other's face. It was refreshing to get the jump on Kaito Kid for once, and the rewarding shocked expression was absolutely priceless. The act of revenge was hilario--ahem, likely a childish thing, but Hattori felt absolutely no shame in the delightfully pleased feeling he was getting out of this. That was, of course, until they slipped on some spilled batter and fell backwards onto the floor. And then, as if it could possibly get any worse, Kaito's flail in the motion of falling with Hattori's hands gripped tightly on his collar caused him to tip the mixing bowl over--
...directly on top of Hattori's head. So much for that cake.
Kaito burst out laughing.
The grimace he had on his face was probably enough to put Sonoko's best disgruntled look to shame. Hattori frowned again and slowly removed the bowl from off his head. He paused for a moment before reproachfully placing it on top of Kaito's instead, surprising the other boy again. As the sugary batter ran slowly down both their heads, Hattori grinned victoriously.
"So what was the cake for anyway?"
Kaito smiled and put the bowl back on Hattori's head.
"Shinichi's birthday, of course."
Hattori made a noise of surprise and mild annoyance. Since when were they on first name basis? Well. In retrospect, it likely was just a one-sided notion that Kuroba decided on his own. Instead, he snickered and laughed, "I doubt it'll be a very happy birthday when he gets back to find this." He motioned to the ungodly mess in the kitchen.
"The finished cake was supposed to be the saving grace," Kaito sighed dramatically, throwing his arms out like the performer he was. Unfortunately for Hattori, the feigned dramatic reaction lasted only a few seconds before his expression melted back into a devious one. "But since you've got your part in contribution, you'll be helping me out, right?"
"What?! No way, not a chan--"
"What the hell is going on?"
They froze simultaneously and slowly turned their heads up to see an irritated Shinichi and an incredibly bemused Hakuba.
"Hey," Kaito called cheerily. "Happy birthday. We were, uh, making you cake!"
"On top of his head, I see," Hakuba remarked with a smirk, jabbing a thumb at the overturned bowl still on Hattori's head. As the dark skinned detective scrambled to get himself off of Kaito and dump the bowl in the sink, Hakuba just snickered. Once the moment passed, he lifted a medium sized box up and gestured at it with his free hand. "Fortunately, I already procured a cake for the occasion." Leaning a fraction over towards Shinichi he commented loudly, "And of course, we had to expect such an outcome from them, didn't we?"
Even Shinichi laughed at that.
(Three could play at that game.)
At that, Kaito casually stood up and in all his battered glory, he gently took the cake box from Hakuba's hand and set it neatly on the kitchen counter. Exchanging a glance (and a gleaming smirk) with Hattori, he stepped back--before launching himself at the two clean detectives at the same time as Hattori, knocking them both over and smearing them completely with cake batter.
"H-Hey!"
There was nothing like cake on a birthday--or in this case, a birthday boy.
[Title] Icing on the Cake.
[Pairing/Characters] Hattori Heiji, Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru, Kudou Shinichi.
[Rating] E → Even Stupider!
[Word Count] 866.
[Note] For codeswitch's first anniversary and Shinichi's birthday. :'D (Though this is again a crappy cop out and I will eventually finish the fic I've been working on since forever. LET'S PRETEND A LITTLE LONGER. OTL.)
Hattori was rather surprised to find Kuroba Kaito busying himself in their kitchen. In a frilly apron. (Where did that come from anyway?) He didn't want to do it, he really didn't, but at a time like this, he supposed it could hardly be helped. He took a deep breath and slowly moved in.
"Kuroba..." he began cautiously, making sure to edge most carefully around to stay as far away from the other as possible. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" was the immediate response. Kaito rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a long streak of flour across it. He grinned impishly nonetheless. "I'm obviously baking a cake."
A cake. Of course.
(N-Not really.)
"It, uh, looks more like you're blowing up a cake, if you ask me."
Kaito threw a raw egg at the detective's forehead in retaliation, effectively cracking it and making the yolk run down his face. His sputtering, angry backlash only made Kaito guffaw in reply.
"Hahaha! You look so stupid right now."
Hattori frowned pointedly and reached for a rag to wipe his face off. Indignantly, he shot back, "Hey, I don't want to be told that by a guy wearing his mother's apron."
"But it looks so good on me!" He did a little curtsy and a spin to accentuate this remark, making Hattori facepalm. Grinning, Kaito continued his rather pitiful attempt at mixing, still not noticing the incredible smear of flour across his forehead. To justify himself a bit better, he explained, "When I got the recipe from my mom, she did that girly squeal thing and made me take the apron."
"Mama's boy," Hattori muttered with a wide grin, which only served to earn him another egg to the face.
Okay. See. Now that was enough.
Growling, he jumped over the remaining distance between them and grabbed a handful of flour to smear across the other's face. It was refreshing to get the jump on Kaito Kid for once, and the rewarding shocked expression was absolutely priceless. The act of revenge was hilario--ahem, likely a childish thing, but Hattori felt absolutely no shame in the delightfully pleased feeling he was getting out of this. That was, of course, until they slipped on some spilled batter and fell backwards onto the floor. And then, as if it could possibly get any worse, Kaito's flail in the motion of falling with Hattori's hands gripped tightly on his collar caused him to tip the mixing bowl over--
...directly on top of Hattori's head. So much for that cake.
Kaito burst out laughing.
The grimace he had on his face was probably enough to put Sonoko's best disgruntled look to shame. Hattori frowned again and slowly removed the bowl from off his head. He paused for a moment before reproachfully placing it on top of Kaito's instead, surprising the other boy again. As the sugary batter ran slowly down both their heads, Hattori grinned victoriously.
"So what was the cake for anyway?"
Kaito smiled and put the bowl back on Hattori's head.
"Shinichi's birthday, of course."
Hattori made a noise of surprise and mild annoyance. Since when were they on first name basis? Well. In retrospect, it likely was just a one-sided notion that Kuroba decided on his own. Instead, he snickered and laughed, "I doubt it'll be a very happy birthday when he gets back to find this." He motioned to the ungodly mess in the kitchen.
"The finished cake was supposed to be the saving grace," Kaito sighed dramatically, throwing his arms out like the performer he was. Unfortunately for Hattori, the feigned dramatic reaction lasted only a few seconds before his expression melted back into a devious one. "But since you've got your part in contribution, you'll be helping me out, right?"
"What?! No way, not a chan--"
"What the hell is going on?"
They froze simultaneously and slowly turned their heads up to see an irritated Shinichi and an incredibly bemused Hakuba.
"Hey," Kaito called cheerily. "Happy birthday. We were, uh, making you cake!"
"On top of his head, I see," Hakuba remarked with a smirk, jabbing a thumb at the overturned bowl still on Hattori's head. As the dark skinned detective scrambled to get himself off of Kaito and dump the bowl in the sink, Hakuba just snickered. Once the moment passed, he lifted a medium sized box up and gestured at it with his free hand. "Fortunately, I already procured a cake for the occasion." Leaning a fraction over towards Shinichi he commented loudly, "And of course, we had to expect such an outcome from them, didn't we?"
Even Shinichi laughed at that.
(Three could play at that game.)
At that, Kaito casually stood up and in all his battered glory, he gently took the cake box from Hakuba's hand and set it neatly on the kitchen counter. Exchanging a glance (and a gleaming smirk) with Hattori, he stepped back--before launching himself at the two clean detectives at the same time as Hattori, knocking them both over and smearing them completely with cake batter.
"H-Hey!"
There was nothing like cake on a birthday--or in this case, a birthday boy.