Fanfiction
Title: A World So Undecided
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Characters: Nakmori Aoko, Kuroba Kaito
Notes: AU-verse, based off of theendisblip's Aoko.
Kaito wasn’t gay.
She’d lived through a massacre, three years of a life-that-wasn’t, learnt Kaito was Kid, died too many times to make sense of, adopted and lost a little boy for a son… and yet the realisation was enough to leave her reeling.
Kaito wasn’t gay.
Laughing, teasing, taunting magician Kuroba Kaito, who she’d seen twined affectionately around Saguru’s arm. Kuroba Kaito, who she’d seen cohabiting one body with three detectives. Kuroba Kaito, who she’d seen scarred and jaded and with long hair... but they weren’t her Kaito.
Her Kaito...
Her Kaito, the one she’d known from home, from before all the City had given and taught her… wasn’t gay.
Was leaning over her, blue eyes dark and serious, looking one inch from kissing her and enough to take her breath away.
Wasn’t gay.
Liked her.
Liked her.
She’d known it happened, knew it was possible, but had somehow been immune to the idea that this Kaito would have any interest in her beyond friendship.
An aching part of her soul, something she’d pushed down and tried to let heal over on its own… pushed it’s way up inside her, ignored feelings making themselves insistently known. Aoko felt tears well up in her eyes, breath choke in her throat as time stood still for one long, aching, moment of disbelief.
Kaito’s look turned from serious to startled, as the first hot tear slipped down her face. Startled look sliding slowly away, turning into- Aoko threw herself at him, clinging on tight before his face could slip into blankness, the blank look that meant he was hiding the hurt he felt because he thought she wasn’t…
A gasping sob, muffled into his shoulder, and she was babbling. Confused, surprised, desperate to explain, but happiness rising so fast and hard in her chest that it hurt.
“It’s complicated- I don’t know how- but yes, Kaito, yes-”
Clinging tight to him, feeling his arms slip around her waist. The hesitant press of hands on her back at first, then more confident, wrapping all the way around, agile fingers tucking securely against her sides. The warm grasp of his calloused hands drawing her close. Feeling small but secure in his arms, enfolded in warmth that smelt of chocolate and fresh air and Kaito.
It felt like coming home.
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Characters: Nakmori Aoko, Kuroba Kaito
Notes: AU-verse, based off of theendisblip's Aoko.
Kaito wasn’t gay.
She’d lived through a massacre, three years of a life-that-wasn’t, learnt Kaito was Kid, died too many times to make sense of, adopted and lost a little boy for a son… and yet the realisation was enough to leave her reeling.
Kaito wasn’t gay.
Laughing, teasing, taunting magician Kuroba Kaito, who she’d seen twined affectionately around Saguru’s arm. Kuroba Kaito, who she’d seen cohabiting one body with three detectives. Kuroba Kaito, who she’d seen scarred and jaded and with long hair... but they weren’t her Kaito.
Her Kaito...
Her Kaito, the one she’d known from home, from before all the City had given and taught her… wasn’t gay.
Was leaning over her, blue eyes dark and serious, looking one inch from kissing her and enough to take her breath away.
Wasn’t gay.
Liked her.
Liked her.
She’d known it happened, knew it was possible, but had somehow been immune to the idea that this Kaito would have any interest in her beyond friendship.
An aching part of her soul, something she’d pushed down and tried to let heal over on its own… pushed it’s way up inside her, ignored feelings making themselves insistently known. Aoko felt tears well up in her eyes, breath choke in her throat as time stood still for one long, aching, moment of disbelief.
Kaito’s look turned from serious to startled, as the first hot tear slipped down her face. Startled look sliding slowly away, turning into- Aoko threw herself at him, clinging on tight before his face could slip into blankness, the blank look that meant he was hiding the hurt he felt because he thought she wasn’t…
A gasping sob, muffled into his shoulder, and she was babbling. Confused, surprised, desperate to explain, but happiness rising so fast and hard in her chest that it hurt.
“It’s complicated- I don’t know how- but yes, Kaito, yes-”
Clinging tight to him, feeling his arms slip around her waist. The hesitant press of hands on her back at first, then more confident, wrapping all the way around, agile fingers tucking securely against her sides. The warm grasp of his calloused hands drawing her close. Feeling small but secure in his arms, enfolded in warmth that smelt of chocolate and fresh air and Kaito.
It felt like coming home.