Detective Conan. Kaito, Hakuba. 010. Years.
Title: Rather Unusual
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Hakuba, Kaito (General series)
Prompt: #10-years
Word Count: 149 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Hakuba wants to ask Kaito about his name.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you about your name.”
Kuroba looked up. “What about it?”
Hakuba folded his arms. “Well…Kaito. It’s a rather unusual name, isn’t it?”
A big grin made its way across the magician’s face. The kind of grin that said it was good to be alive. The kind of grin that said Hakuba was going to be very, very sorry in a few minutes. “It is. My father named me.”
“I see,” Hakuba said. It seemed to jive with what he knew of the late Kuroba Toichi.
But before he could say anything else, Kuroba added, “Yes. Dad died two years before I was born.”
Hakuba froze. “He died two years…then how did he name you?”
Kaito seemed to radiate false innocence. “He left a note for my mother.”
“…knowing you, that’s almost possible,” Hakuba deadpanned. One of these days, he would learn not to ask.
PS. I did a drive-by ficcing on ickaimp’s LJ with this, and it made me giggle so much that I had to post it here. I should also add that it’s inspired by something I heard on a Muppet Show skit :D Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Hakuba, Kaito (General series)
Prompt: #10-years
Word Count: 149 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Hakuba wants to ask Kaito about his name.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you about your name.”
Kuroba looked up. “What about it?”
Hakuba folded his arms. “Well…Kaito. It’s a rather unusual name, isn’t it?”
A big grin made its way across the magician’s face. The kind of grin that said it was good to be alive. The kind of grin that said Hakuba was going to be very, very sorry in a few minutes. “It is. My father named me.”
“I see,” Hakuba said. It seemed to jive with what he knew of the late Kuroba Toichi.
But before he could say anything else, Kuroba added, “Yes. Dad died two years before I was born.”
Hakuba froze. “He died two years…then how did he name you?”
Kaito seemed to radiate false innocence. “He left a note for my mother.”
“…knowing you, that’s almost possible,” Hakuba deadpanned. One of these days, he would learn not to ask.
PS. I did a drive-by ficcing on ickaimp’s LJ with this, and it made me giggle so much that I had to post it here. I should also add that it’s inspired by something I heard on a Muppet Show skit :D Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!