Yo! I've discovered that it's really, really hard to walk three miles in 45 minutes with a 42.5 lb pack on. Ouch. But I will persevere!
Finally, more fanfic. Here's the newest, brightest, and best (um, yeah) chapter of my "Gay AU." Part of the Detective Conan/Magic Kaito universe, for those who are actually interested in such things.
Y'know, it occurs to me that most of the people who read this or comment on it don't actually read fanfiction. Ironic, because the reason I started an lj was to post fanfiction to. Now, who was going to set up a website for me again...?
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“How can I help you, Kuroba-san?”
Kaito smiled winningly and crossed his fingers behind his back. Every bit of luck helped, after all. “It’s about the project.”
His teacher frowned. “Now, you know I can’t put you with Nakamori-san again. The partner assignments for this project are random.”
“Oh, no, it’s not that at all,” Kaito reassured her, turning his smile just this side of embarrassed. “Actually, I was wondering if you could put Aoko with Akako.”
“What?!” She stared at him in astonishment, then laughed. “Very funny, Kuroba-san. Now if you’ll excuse me-”
“No no no no no! Wait, please!” Kaito moved in front of her, blocking the door.
“I don’t know what crazy plan you’ve got cooked up this time, but I want no part of it in my classroom. The partners are random.”
Kaito’s mind raced. Surely there was something he could say-
Oh. Of course.
“Sensei,” he said seriously, and she stopped in surprise. Kaito never called his teachers “Sensei.” “School is about training for when we’re adults with jobs, right? Someday they’ll have to work with somebody they hate, and they won’t know how. Can’t you give them this chance?”
She folded, as he knew she would. “Fine. But this is the absolute last time, Kuroba-san.”
Kaito grinned. She always said that.
*
“What?!” Aoko shot out of her seat in astonishment. “You’ve got to be kidding. I’m not working with that-that-that witch.”
Koizumi smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Aoko saw red. That witch was going to die.
“Nakamori-san, sit down,” their teacher said firmly. “Partner assignments are final. If you want to pass this class then I suggest you learn to work with Koizumi-san.”
Aoko sank back down in disbelief. She had to work with Koizumi? She would sooner eat arsenic. She glanced back at Kaito for sympathy.
He was smiling, the bastard, that smug little grin he wore when one of his magic tricks went off perfectly. A wave of righteous anger flooded her.
Kaito was going down.
*
Their first meeting-five minutes during class to discuss their next meeting time and place-did not go well.
“My place, then, Nakamori-chan?” Koizumi asked.
“Hell no! Neutral ground.”
“The library?”
“Fine,” Aoko ground out. God, how she hated this girl. “Saturday afternoon?”
“Perfect,” Koizumi purred. And then smirked.
Aoko’s hand twitched. “Listen,” she growled, “just because you’ve got every boy in school under some type of-of-spell doesn’t mean I don’t see what’s going on.”
“Going on, Nakamori-chan?” Koizumi raised an eyebrow, the perfect picture of innocence. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
Aoko’s hands tightened into fists. “The way you have them all wrapped around your finger is disgusting.”
Koizumi leaned forward, exposing a good bit of cleavage. “Oh, but I don’t have you wrapped around my finger, do I? Nor your best friend over there.”
Aoko’s mind blanked. The bitch. “You stay away from Kaito!” She shouted, jumping up and slamming her hands onto her desk.
Koizumi stood up as well. “And if I don’t?”
“I’ll kill you.”
“Oooh, I’m trembling.”
“You little witch!”
“No more than Kuroba-kun is.”
Aoko launched herself at the other girl with a scream.
“Nakamori-san! Koizumi-san!” A stern voice snapped, and they both froze. “Go to the office. Now.”
They went.
*
“I’m going to kill him for this,” Aoko muttered angrily as she paced.
“Kill who?”
“Kaito,” Aoko replied automatically, then shut her mouth with a snap. No way was she talking to the bitch.
“Really.” Koizumi seemed interested, strangely enough. “Why is that?”
Aoko exploded. “Because he’s the one who got us put together.”
“Really,” Koizumi drawled this time. A shiver ran down Aoko’s spine. Koizumi could be scary. Not that Aoko would ever admit that, of course. “And why would he do something like that?”
Aoko shrugged uncomfortably, trying to ignore the fact that she was actually having a civil conversation with Koizumi. “Who knows what goes on in his head?”
“Hmm. Nakamori-san-” and Aoko straightened in surprise, because when had Koizumi ever addressed her with respect?- “do you mind if I take care of our mutual friend myself?”
Aoko considered this. “Nothing permanent.” Kaito was her friend, after all, even when she felt like castrating him with a butter knife.
Koizumi smiled slowly. “Oh, no. It’ll be something fitting. Very fitting.”
Aoko was suddenly very glad that she wasn’t Kaito.
*
“Oof.” Kaitou Kid-thief extraordinaire and scourge of police everywhere-threw himself onto Conan’s bed with a dramatic thud..
“What happened?” Conan-that is, Shinichi in compact form-asked as he sat up. “How’d the heist go?”
Kid rolled over and groaned theatrically.
“That bad, huh?” Shinichi sounded more amused than sympathetic, Kid groused to himself. Was everyone against him tonight?
Well, except for the police, of course. And Hakuba-kun. But them being against him was par for the course.
“Well?”
“Akako handcuffed me to Hakuba halfway through the heist.”
Shinichi blinked wide eyes. “And this was a problem why?”
Kaitou Kid blushed. “ShemagickedthehandcuffsandIcouldn’tgetthemundone.”
Shinichi took a moment to unravel this. “Oh.”
““Oh” indeed.”
“I take it she wasn’t pleased with your matchmaking scheme, then.”
Kid sighed mournfully. “I’ll say. I was so sure it would work, too. And Aoko was laughing at me the whole time.”
Shinichi laughed softly. “You’re not taking that personally, are you? You know how she hates Kaitou Kid.”
The thief pressed his palms over his eyes. “I think I’m traumatized for life.”
“Oh, stop whining already,” Shinichi said, exasperated. “What’s plan B?”
Kaitou Kid sat bolt upright. “Plan B?”
Shinichi rolled his eyes. “You don’t have one, do you.”
“Um... I’ll get back to you on that.”
“You do that,” the boy muttered as he lay back down. A phantom kiss against his forehead and the sudden breeze from the window told him that Kaitou Kid has left once again. Conan sighed. The things he put up with. “Or not. That’d be just fine too.”
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Oh, and beta-mine? I believe you wanted to know how Shinich and Kaito got together. Well, look forward to that soon as well!
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