Warning!Canon
Okay, this was an idea I got like, two years ago, and I remembered it yesterday. It really was stalking me, so I thought the best thing I could do was to write it down and move on with my life and my newest KaiShin fics (which, by the record, aren't being uploaded because my beta disappeared into thin air). So here I am, bringing to you a drabble brought from the depths of MK. Not suggestions, no nothing, so don't feel afraid if you want to read. I think the rating will be K+. Original idea, very short: 363 ws. Don't worry, at the time this only thing came to my mind, I had three new fics/shots featuring KaiShin flying around. Oh, again, not beta'ed.
By the way, all my important fics *cough* will be uploaded only once beta'ed and on FFnet.
He looked himself at the mirror as he adjusted his tie. Another full moon and another heist came around with it. He hoped his job would be done quickly....
A laugh echoed in his head and he thought instantly of the owner of it. Aoko. He sighed as he walked away from the mirror, taking seat on the edge of the bed, putting his elbows on his knees and palms facing up, holding his head.
What was she trying to do? He knew she knew it. Why hadn't she told him? He always thought that when she found out, it would be the end of it all. All the masks, all the lies. But instead, she didn't say anything to him.
She had stopped bringing the anti-kids signs to every heist. Aoko would be there, but quiet, immutable. He had seen her flinch every time they passed on the TV a recording of a heist, no matter how old it was.
And yet, he wasn't confronted with anything.
Maybe... maybe she loved him for real... What was he thinking about? Why the confusion? Why that stupid question? Of course she was in love. How couldn’t she, when they had been dating for a year now? She loved him, such as much as he loved her.
He stopped his thoughts for going further and stood up. He must seriously be going if he didn't want to be late.
A last look on the mirror and he arranged his suit before checking the gun was on its place and leaving the bedroom.
He walked down the corridor and reached the living room, but turned away from the front door, instead going to the kitchen, which lights were on and soft murmurs were heard from the inside of it.
Nakamori-keibu opened the half closed door, entering the kitchen of his house, where his daughter had apparently been baking something with her boyfriend. He looked around, raw pastry adorned its walls and the floor was covered in melt chocolate. He coughed and looked away from their figures near the stove, trying not to look were Kaito-kun had his hands on. Damn it, the boy indeed was troublesome.
Hope you don't hate me, I already do that myself. Yeahp, it wasn't Kai-chan^^ Till next time.