Kiss fic part two

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Part Two



The next batch arrived without any delivery boy at all, and had a box of chocolates with it…. Expensive chocolates imported from Europe that were filled with different types of liquors.

She was slowly realizing she’d never be able to live this down in the office. The women were getting more and more eager to know about her mystery man who was simply “So romantic” and couldn’t understand in the slightest why she had nearly broken a window when she threw the first batch.

She was getting so sick of by the next day that she began to contemplate actually telling them it was KID.

Except that knowing the females she worked with they’d probably come up with some elaborate love story and never shut up.

She also really liked her job, and didn’t want to lose it because one of the other officers got the wrong idea from one of Kaito’s stupid pranks.

When she got another bouquet after the next heist (this time she didn’t even get close enough to do more than scream some insults in his direction and watch him turn half her fellow officers hair pink) she decided that the flowers were probably some elaborate heist note that she was missing the meaning too, and if she ignored them maybe they would go away.

There was something about a policeman’s knock that automatically sent Kaito on edge. A quick “bang bang bang” and that was it, he was half way to the window before even thinking about the situation at hand.

Thus when his peaceful afternoon of actually planning some of his new acts for his show happened to be interrupted by the sharp sound of a knock he wasn’t sure what to expect.

The last heist had been nearly flawless, and there was no way they could have further proof… if there had been anything Hakuba would have come forward with it ages ago, he’d been screaming bloody murder ever since Kaito got off trial.

Another knock and he decided he should probably answer it. More than likely it was Hakuba coming for some stupid reason, or maybe they just felt the need to bother him. From what he saw his residence wasn’t surrounded by the taskforce or anything, so chances were it had to be a civilian visitor.

He strode over to the door and opened it to have a giant bouquet shoved directly in his face.

“Aoko?” he managed through a mouthful of rose petals.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Kaito!” He fought against the leaves and dozen or so flowers currently taking over his face as he tried to look at her. It was a bit hard to make a case for yourself when you were being beaten with your own bouquet.

“Uh… I thought it was kind of obvious,” said the man as he stepped back into his apartment to set the flowers on the coffee table. “Want to come in?”

“….” she didn’t move from her position at his front door as she glared at him. “Kaito encase you happened to miss the notice… I’m the officer in charge of trying to arrest you!!!!”

He looked at her calmly from where he was suddenly arranging the flowers in a vase that he had pulled from apparently thin air, “Sure you wouldn’t like some tea? You look like you could use some, when was the last time you slept?”

“Dammit Kaito don’t do this to me!! Just… stop it alright? No more flowers. No more gifts popping up in odd places. No more of this,” she threw up her hands. “I’m. Not. Interested. I’m tired, I’m exhausted, and I can’t deal with you and KID both do you understand?”

He looked up from his arrangement and the grin on his face was almost deadly, “Oh are these from KID? And here I thought you were just bringing me flowers….”

“You son of a-” he wondered if he’d gone too far as she nearly exploded in his hallway. Actually he was very aware that he’d probably gone too far given that it had been enough to make Aoko show up on his doorway without backup.

“Alright! Alright… stop… sheesh you’re going to traumatize the neighbours… “ he said with a chuckle. “Not that they aren’t already scarred for life I’m sure, but fine. Alright…” he held up his hands. “Fine. I won’t do that anymore… I’ll leave you alone and just do normal heists. I can’t stop all the flirting--” he told her carefully, “Be serious Aoko… that’s half of what makes KID. But… I’ll try alright?”

“…. Don’t try Kaito, do it, or next time I’m delivering that idiotic thing to headquarters and I’ll see they trace it right back to your doorstep do you understand?”

He watched her face carefully before he nodded, “Fine. Alright. I hear the rules loud and clear, obviously I’ve overstepped the line. I’ll stop if that’s what you want.”

“….See that you do.”

“And I’m not KID you know…”

The door slammed behind her.

He had another girl on his arms, and the laughter in his voice rang out easily. Easier perhaps than it might with her, where it seemed like another wall got build up every heist. The woman on his arm though-- she was another story.

She was beautiful, with long black hair that might as well be silk, a shape Aoko could never even pray to attain, and eyes that were as soft as velvet. She could easily be a model, and her smile reached her eyes when she spoke to Kaito.

Though Aoko supposed it would be hard for anyone to not have a smile when they talked to Kaito unless they had no feelings at all. That was part of what made Kaito… well.. Kaito.

On the other hand she had absolutely no reason to feel so much as iota of… well… anything concerning Kaito and a woman. It wasn’t like she was jealous or anything…

After all hadn’t she been the one to show up at his house threatening him with arrest if he didn’t call a stoop to the whole charade?

But the way the beautiful woman made him smile, and how he looked just like any other man as he chatted so easily with the model-esque lady. God they made a pair together. He was striking in dress clothes and next to the woman they could’ve easily been say Izanagi and Izanami.

Well the woman made him smile… that should have been enough really. Obviously they were well suited, especially if he looked that happy…

It didn’t stop the pang that ran through her, or how all the fantasy‘s she‘d held when she was younger came back to her tenfold.

She was still watching him over her third glass of wine she’d downed where she stood, when his eyes met hers for just the briefest moment. She almost dropped her glass as he raised his eyebrow towards her before a small smirk slid into his smile and he turned back to the woman.

A waiter came by and she grabbed another glass, downing it in a single gulp. Bastard. That’s what he was in the end, a complete and utter arrogant bastard who was completely and utterly stupid.

Fine. Idiot wasn’t even suppose to be there, and she still didn’t know what the hell anyone thought in inviting a known thief to a charity ball.

Convicted or no.

He left with the model.

She left drunk.

“Did you and the other boy break up?” asked Yuki a couple weeks later.

She looked up from her desk startled by the girl’s comment. “Wh- What?” she asked weakly. “What makes you think I was dating in the first place?”

“…All those flowers. I mean… they couldn’t just be a prank yea? Did you break up? Maybe we should go out for a drink after work Aoko-chan…it always help if I go out and try to forget about him,” the girl gave her an encouraging smile and patted her on the pack.

Aoko was still trying to register what the girl was saying, “Wait? What on earth gave you the idea that I broke up with anyone???”

Yuki looked at Aoko awkwardly, and a faint blush tinted her cheeks, “Well… I mean it seemed pretty obvious. You looked a mess at the whole charity ball, and after the flowers stopped coming and you haven’t been in the best of moods lately--”

“That doesn’t mean I broke up with anyone!”

“Of course not Aoko-chan,” she said in the tone of voice that obviously meant she didn’t believe a word the other girl was saying.

“I didn’t!”

.

Whispers floated to her from behind her desk. She could hear the office go strangely quite, just as a bubble of hushed talk began coming her way.

Silence was never a good sign.

She looked up to figure out what the hell was going on, only to be met with two bright blue eyes smiling down at her as they hovered over her desk.

Followed shortly by one Kuroba Kaito sitting on her desk.

“What. Are. You. Doing. Here.” she punctuated each word as she stared up at the boy angrily.

“Well I came to get you for dinner. You do get off in-” he glance up at her clock and back to her with a look of complete innocence, “Ten minutes yeah?”

She blinked up at him like he was speaking a foreign language, “Kaito this is a police station and you were on the stands against said police station as a felon… you can’t just WALTZ in here!!!”

“Ah but see? I wasn’t convicted, and there lies all the difference,“ he said with a grin.

She really hated him. Really, really hated him. That smug look, and the way he just waited for her without a care in the world. Ooohhh he made her mad.

“No. There does not make all the difference. Had you been convicted you would currently be in prison--”

“Or on another continent playing an extreme version of Carmen Sandiego…” he piped in while he suddenly sported a red fedora.

“…I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that…”

The man was now twirling the hat giving a look that should have screamed “danger danger” had she been not trying her best to ignore him… when he went on going, “Personally I think you’d make a much better version of her….”

A poof of smoke, and she looked down to see she was wearing some tight fitting black thingy with a red trench… and what she knew was that stupid fedora.

She threw down her files onto chair, looked straight at the thief and glared, “Kaito. If you don’t get me out of this thing in ten seconds I’m going to see that you’re arrested for breaking and entering, harassment, or what ever other charge I can come up with in the time it takes me to get Watanube-san and Yukari-san in here…”

She realized her mistake almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth.

With a sly smile he leered, “Ooooh Ao-chan wants me to undresses her in the offfiiiceee….”

“……OUT!” She yelled. “Out now!! And I want my damn uniform, those are expensive and some of us do NOT have never ending bank accounts and probably the access codes to every bank in the city!!!”

He pouted as he leaped off with the ease of a feline, and stalked his way to lean in the doorway pouting, “You wound me Aoko. I would never use those access codes unless I’m on official business, and not for money that’s for sure.”

“OUT!”

He grinned as he stayed comfortably in the doorframe, “Go to dinner with me and I’ll change you back into your uniform… although I think that’s a pretty cute outfit… sure you don’t-”

“…..Kaito I’m seriously considering killing you right now… if you want to get out of this alive I’d advise you to shut the hell up.” She reached for her gun but blanched as she pulled out a banana instead.

“….What did you do with my gun….”

“You don’t really want to be carrying those anyway do you?” He asked still watching her with a chuckle.

She stalked towards the door, “I have an entire force at my command, and one word and you’ll be sitting on the street before you can even think about poofing anything or anyone!”

“But you wouldn’t… come on Aoko… just dinner!”

“Get! Out!” she yelled picking up the nearest object to lodge at his head.

“Please?”

“OUT!”

“Look just a catch up among friends…. Surely your up for that!!”

A book went flying across the room and missed him by an inch. He winced looking at the book mournfully, “Still so violent… alright alright… I’ll go. What about just a drink then?”

“Do you want to be arrested?” she hissed angrily.

“A drink?” He wheedled further as he watched the girl’s pretense slowly start to sink away.

“Promise you won’t do this again?” she asked grabbing a vase to throw at him this time.

“Deal!” he said brightly as he held out her coat and bad that he got from who knew where.

“….I can’t believe I’m doing this…” she muttered angrily as she grabbed her coat and purse from him, “This doesn’t mean anything you know.”

“I know,” he said with a grin. “But at least it means your talking to me again yeah?”

“…. Don’t push it…”

It was Hakuba who showed up in her office the next day, and she was starting to feel that the office had turned into a high school classroom.

“Yes?” she asked looking over the file she had been currently studying concerning KID’s last heist.

Hakuba was giving her the mother hen look from where he stood in the doorway, “I heard a rumour…”

She stared at him waiting for the man to continue, and when he didn’t she let out a groan, “I didn’t exactly think you were the type to pick up break room gossip.”

He cleared his throat, “Aoko-san is it true that you left with Kuroba last night?”

It took her best composure not to have all of her files fly everywhere, as she carefully--- very carefully set them on her desk, “…What do you mean?”

“Katayama-san said that Kuroba showed up yesterday and you two had some sort of argument and then you took off with him. What were you thinking? If the chief heard this you could be dismissed! Kuroba may not have been convicted but--”

She wanted to hide under the paperwork, “I know! I know alright? It was just a drink… don’t you think I know all that? He showed up and wouldn’t leave, so I said yes to get rid of him… Seeing how you weren’t around to kick him out it seemed to be the best idea I had at the time.”

The withering look the detective gave her caused her to wince, “What?”

“You still like him,” it wasn’t a question.

“What!? No!! I hate him! How could you even… he’s KID Hakuba!! I arrested him, or did you forget that?” She went back to looking at her paperwork deciding that it seemed like the better choice.

“Just be careful alright?” He said tiredly, “You’re a good officer, and I’d hate to see all that ruined because of one of Kuroba…”

“It was just a drink…” she muttered under her breath.

“Just think about it alright?”

“You said you wouldn’t do this again,” she told the magician who was waiting at her desk as she returned to gather her things to leave. He seemed to have made himself at home while he flipped through the files that she had left on the desk to take home with her. “And those are confidential you know-”

“Ah yes. Imagine how terrible it would be if I knew when the next KID heist was-” he said raising an eyebrow with a sly smile on his face.

She put her coat on and was grabbing her briefcase without so much as a look his way, “Is that a confession.”

“No. I just thought-”

She fished out the other files she needed slipping them in the bag before turning to grab the KID files out of his hands, “Precisely,” her eyes gleamed as she looked up at him, “And here I was under the impression you didn’t understand how to think.”

He pouted tugging the papers back, “You wound me severely my Lady Love!”

She grabbed them out of his hands and turned away praying her cheeks hadn’t flared up terribly, “I am not your lady love as you put it. I’m not even your date. All you are is annoying,” she snapped throwing down her copies.

“Ready to go?” He held up her purse and offered her an arm.

She sighed, “I don’t think…”

“Too late! No thinking!” and with that he marched her out.

She knew she was in trouble the minute she got the notice to go to the chief’s office. It was never good, and she had an inkling as to why she was being called as well.

She wanted to kill Kaito. It was all his fault in the first place… and Hakuba had warned her as well… although she supposed she held some of the blame too.

Of course it was hard to hate any type of outing where Kaito was involved.

She hesitantly walked into the office, and winced at the disappointment she saw in her boss’ eyes.

“You called me in sir?”

“Sit down Nakamori-san will you?”

So long as she wasn’t losing her job, oh God he couldn’t do that right? Theoretically there was no proof Kaito was KID, so how could they fire her because of who she was seeing? Not that she was seeing anyone… they’d just had drinks that was all.

“Nakamori-san I think we need to have a talk---”

It was Kaito who found her at the bar that was almost deserted except for a few lone business men still drinking themselves into an oblivion before going home.

He slipped up behind her as he looked at the way she stared at her glass intently as if trying to decide whether she still had enough tot take another sip. He fixed that by taking it from her hand and passing it straight to the bartender, “Come on Aoko- We’re going home.”

She looked up and frowned further as she took in his face, “Wha’ are ya doin’ here? Donchya have to go finish something or something….“ She muttered towards the thief who reached for her hand.

“I came to get you. Can you stand up?”

“’Course… I don’t need your help ya… you… you..” she started to stand up, and only Kaito swiftly to place an arm around her waist and hold her up stopped her from falling completely.

“Liar,” he told her. His voice was light and teasing, but the expression in his face was far from laughing as he looked back at the bartender.

“How much did she have?” He asked dangerously.

The man looked nervous as he cleaned one of the other glasses, “Er.. I’m not sure. She‘d been here a good portion of the night-”

Kaito slid out his wallet and pulled out several bills. Aoko tried to see what they were but found it was too much trouble to figure out what it was. Kaito pushed them towards the bartender and held his gaze as he said, “Well next time try to cut her off will you? She may be a cop , but in case you didn’t know she’s also a single woman drinking alone… next time she might not have someone to get her.” He snapped angrily.

The bartender looked like he was about to say something, but Kaito just rewrapped his arm around Aoko, who was almost asleep at this point, and he tried to walk her towards the door.

“Dun’t wanna go…” she muttered, “Specially with you. I hate you, you know… dunno why you sent …. You’re…”

“I know, but Hakuba was further occupied,” he told her softly as he stopped and in a quick movement lifted her completely off the ground bride style.

“I can walk…” she muttered angrily.

“Yeah well… its easier this way-” he said still not smiling as he hailed a cab to take her home.

In her haze she was well aware she should say something. She knew in the back of her mind she should pull away, and that the man holding her was one of the reasons she was even in the bar in the first place… the reason she ended up at that little bar at least once every month or so-- lately more frequent than that.

But maybe it was the alcohol, or the lack of sleep finally catching up… but all she could think about was how soft his shirt was… and how warm he felt with his arms wrapped around her-- and her head resting against his chest.

She falls asleep to the rhythm of his breath, heartbeat, and the smell of chocolate, roses and soap drifting from his clothes.

It’s a gentle cloth on her forehead, and a hand carefully pressing several pills (which she presumes are aspirin) into her palm. She looks up into tired blue eyes that smile worriedly at her as he helps her with the glass of water.

Her headache is pounding, and she winces sitting up and drinking what she can… thankful that it appears to overcast outside, and he had closed the curtains on the rest of the windows to keep out the light, or maybe the sun just isn’t up yet… she’s not really certain.

He realizes she’s going to be sick before she does apparently… since she feels strong arms lift her up once more and carry her to the bathroom. A soft hand on her head, and her hair carefully wrapped up to keep it from getting in the way.

A cold cloth on her forehead, and all she want to do is cry because this is the last way she wants him to see her.

As he carries her back to bed she vaguely registers him say that he’s taken care of work before she drifts off again this time with the feeling of soft fingertips running soothingly over her pounding head.

The next time she wakes up it is to the sound of rain pattering on her window, and the wind rushing outside her apartment. Her headache is gone, and she almost feels rested… and as the smell of coffee and food wafts into her bedroom set on the table and all ready for her.

This time Kaito is already gone.

It’s a beautiful night as the clock tower chimes in just as the sun has set. The last rays of the sun mingle on the unseen horizon, and the lights of the city illuminate the background.

She was out of uniform looking up at the tower. Her eyes deep in thought, and the wind catching at her hair that hung loose for the first time in ages. Aoko had just started to stand up and walk away with the chiming of the nine o’clock hour when she turned almost straight into another individual.

A half second later she was looking up into laughing blue eyes and a face that was far too handsome for it owner’s own good.

“Ah-” she opened her mouth to say something, and was stopped by a poof of smoke and a flower held out before her.

“Hello! I’m Kuroba Kaito-- nice to meet you!” he said with the carefree grin he’d held back when they were younger… back before things got so damned complicated.

“Kaito…” she said ignoring the way her hair was getting in her face, or the warmth of his fingers as she took the rose from him.

“Ah but I don’t think we’ve been introduced!” He told her still smiling, “And what’s your name?”

She let out a snort and looked up at the clock tower trying to push back the ridiculous emotions that had come from seemingly nowhere, “This is silly… You know very well who I am.”

She felt a hand rest of on her shoulder and turned to look up at the two shining eyes, “Do I?” He asked softly, “I don’t know… Who am I talking to? Officer Nakamori? Nakamori-Keibu? Nakamori--”

“Nakamori Aoko…” she said cutting him off with a similar smile, “Just Nakamori Aoko…”

His grin grew even broader, “I was kind of hoping you’d say that… Well if you’re Just Aoko tonight, and I’m Just Kaito…..”

He wasn’t expecting to suddenly be so close and see her tilt her head up questioning. For the first time in ages she seemed relieved. Rested.

His hand moved to trace her cheek as she closed her eyes and leaned into his hand. He heard her start to say “Kaito…”

And he cut her off with a kiss.

Soft lips met his, strawberry and chocolate, wind and fire… magic.. It was all there as he threaded his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back to deepen the kiss.

Her fingers grabbed for his shirt pulling him closer, and he was surprised when she initiated even further letting her lips open just slightly and giving way to his hold on her.

Kaito felt a laugh come to his lips when they came up from air, and Aoko looked away blushing furiously, “Ah I think…” she started before he placed a finger on her lips.

“No thinking allowed…” he said as he took the nearly crushed rose from her fingers and threaded it into her hair. “Not tonight. I believe thinking has gotten us both into more than enough trouble don’t you agree?”

“I suppose…”she kept her head pressed against his chest and let out a sigh, “Are you really giving up KID for good? I admit I didn’t really believe it when I heard it…”

“He’s gone. I might have one more final heist…but currently I believe KID is gone for good, and the only magician left in the area will be the one you’re currently using as pillow…” he said stroking her hair delicately.

“Ah…” she said softly listening once more to just the sound of his breath.

“So what do you say?” He asked looking down nervously, “Do you think you can give a retired thief a second chance?”

She didn’t speak for what seemed like a long time but finally nodded, “I think it’s a bit late to be asking that now don’t you?

Startled blue eyes met hers and she felt a smile curl around her lips as he said softly, “I thought--”

“Ah but weren’t’ you the one who said no thinking?”

And reached up for another kiss.

A/N: I’m finished! And yes this will probably go through some more changes again later… I finished it just before the purge! Hah! Against all odds… and its gone through a thousand various incarnations and may just go through some more… but for the most part I’m happy and I feel it is epic enough (if perhaps a bit confusing XD)) It was fun… I had a good couple years and I’m glad I did it!