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Lost in Translation (40 Nights: Kaito/Aoko)
Title: Lost in Translation
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Author: Candyland
Theme: #8—one last date…
Pairing: Kuroba Kaito/Nakamori Aoko
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I do not own them. I merely borrow them, drop them in a blender, hit puree, and watch them dance. Yes, dance, my pretties…ahem.
Summary: Somehow, it sounded a lot better in his head.
Aoko felt incredibly lucky.
Especially on nights like these, when she was able to share something so wonderfully amazing with the man she loved. She could lie warm and happy and protected beside him, and wake up with strong arms still curled possessively around her waist.
So lucky…
Tonight was one of those nights, indeed. She’d sensed that it would be right away, when he’d picked her up for the evening. The spark had grown hotter and hotter throughout the course of their date, leading up to the moment when they were finally able to stumble through her apartment door and away from prying eyes, already wrapped up in each other’s arms and tearing at clothing…
It was a wonder they’d made it to her bedroom, really.
But there was a nice trail of discarded clothes to mark their path.
Sighing happily, she snuggled a little closer, and smiled when he echoed her movement. His lips brushed against her cheek, and she giggled. “Charmer.”
“Temptress,” he whispered in response, “but all mine.”
She loved it when he did that, said things like that to send a wonderfully delicious shiver down her spine. She just murmured a small sound of agreement and closed her eyes. For a moment, it was silent; the quiet was marked only by their breathing.
Then Kaito shifted, lying on his side and propping himself up on one elbow to look at her with a wide, mischievous smile. “Hey, Aoko…”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t think we should date anymore.”
…well, if there was a phrase that could suck all the warmth and happiness out of the room in one breath, that would definitely be it. Aoko sat upright in bed, clutching at the sheet in a belated preservation of rumpled modesty. “What?”
“I don’t think we should date anymore.”
…she had heard him right.
Through eyes that had rapidly overloaded with tears, she saw him open his smirking mouth again to speak. But she barreled right over him before he could say anything else. “You don’t think—you’re actually—you son of a bitch!” Her voice cracked harshly on the last word as she started to cry outright. Sad how that was the only coherent thing she could choke out.
“…Aoko?” Kaito said her name in a confused tone before there was a gasp.
She heard him say, “Oh shit, I blew it…” But she really didn’t give a damn—she just needed to get away from him as fast as she could. She was crying and furious and she could barely even think beyond the fact that she felt like a complete tramp and had he just been using her and how could he…
Not really caring if she stepped on him or kicked him, she started clambering over him to try and get out of the bed. Her foot actually came down hard on his stomach, and she heard his corresponding yelp of surprise and pain, but she kept going.
Or at least, she tried to keep going…until he caught one of her wrists and flipped her to land beneath him, pinning her to the bed with the bed-sheet trapped between them.
“Kaito, let go!” she demanded, instinctively struggling to get free away.
“Aoko, listen—“ he said, but it was to no avail. She wasn’t hearing him. He kept trying, she kept fighting…finally, desperately, he shouted her name in the hopes it would get through to her. “AOKO!”
It must have surprised her, because she froze and looked straight up at him through sad, furious, red-rimmed eyes…to find him holding a small object in front of her eyes.
A small, round, silver object…with a diamond on it?
A ring?
He was holding a freakin’ ring.
Suddenly, Aoko forgot how to breathe.
“You freaked before I could finish,” he said softly. “I don’t think we should date anymore…I think we should get married. I mean, I want to marry you. I was going to ask you to marry me.” He sighed and sat back, letting her up; she did not run, but simply stared at him. “This all made a lot more sense in my head, but I think something got lost in translation…I should’ve just asked you outright. Wow, leave it to me to mess things up that badly…” he chuckled sadly and shook his head. “I totally won’t blame you if you say no, because I completely blew it…”
Aoko was silent for a long moment before she spoke. “…well?”
He looked at her, surprised. “Well what?”
“Are you going to ask me?”
Now it was his turn to stare before grinning sheepishly. “Okay, but let me at least do it right in the vain hope that I can somehow salvage this situation.” He cleared his throat and reached out to take both of her hands in his own, clasping the ring between them. “Nakamori Aoko, I love you. Will you marry me?”
“Are you ever going to pull a stunt like that again?” she asked, quirking a brow.
“Definitely no.”
“Good.” That was all she said before she launched herself at him. “YES!” Somehow, in the midst of the kiss and the flailing limbs, the ring found its way onto her finger.
It was a short, very pleasant time later when Aoko lifted her head from the pillow and looked at him with wide eyes. “Kaito…where the hell did you pull that ring from?”
“Not telling.”
PS. I’d like to send this out to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fyliwionvilyaer, and hope she has a most awesome birthday :D Love ya, kiddo! And I’d also like to point out that today is the one-year anniversary of this fic series—because I posted the first one last year for Fyli-chan as her birthday present. And…I’m not done yet ;o;
I hope you enjoyed the little ficlet—I have no idea what Kaito was thinking. But the next one is largely completed, and I have another three planned out. Thanks for reading, everyone! Much love!
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30_nights and 40 Nights: Kaito and Aoko.
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
Author: Candyland
Theme: #8—one last date…
Pairing: Kuroba Kaito/Nakamori Aoko
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I do not own them. I merely borrow them, drop them in a blender, hit puree, and watch them dance. Yes, dance, my pretties…ahem.
Summary: Somehow, it sounded a lot better in his head.
Aoko felt incredibly lucky.
Especially on nights like these, when she was able to share something so wonderfully amazing with the man she loved. She could lie warm and happy and protected beside him, and wake up with strong arms still curled possessively around her waist.
So lucky…
Tonight was one of those nights, indeed. She’d sensed that it would be right away, when he’d picked her up for the evening. The spark had grown hotter and hotter throughout the course of their date, leading up to the moment when they were finally able to stumble through her apartment door and away from prying eyes, already wrapped up in each other’s arms and tearing at clothing…
It was a wonder they’d made it to her bedroom, really.
But there was a nice trail of discarded clothes to mark their path.
Sighing happily, she snuggled a little closer, and smiled when he echoed her movement. His lips brushed against her cheek, and she giggled. “Charmer.”
“Temptress,” he whispered in response, “but all mine.”
She loved it when he did that, said things like that to send a wonderfully delicious shiver down her spine. She just murmured a small sound of agreement and closed her eyes. For a moment, it was silent; the quiet was marked only by their breathing.
Then Kaito shifted, lying on his side and propping himself up on one elbow to look at her with a wide, mischievous smile. “Hey, Aoko…”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t think we should date anymore.”
…well, if there was a phrase that could suck all the warmth and happiness out of the room in one breath, that would definitely be it. Aoko sat upright in bed, clutching at the sheet in a belated preservation of rumpled modesty. “What?”
“I don’t think we should date anymore.”
…she had heard him right.
Through eyes that had rapidly overloaded with tears, she saw him open his smirking mouth again to speak. But she barreled right over him before he could say anything else. “You don’t think—you’re actually—you son of a bitch!” Her voice cracked harshly on the last word as she started to cry outright. Sad how that was the only coherent thing she could choke out.
“…Aoko?” Kaito said her name in a confused tone before there was a gasp.
She heard him say, “Oh shit, I blew it…” But she really didn’t give a damn—she just needed to get away from him as fast as she could. She was crying and furious and she could barely even think beyond the fact that she felt like a complete tramp and had he just been using her and how could he…
Not really caring if she stepped on him or kicked him, she started clambering over him to try and get out of the bed. Her foot actually came down hard on his stomach, and she heard his corresponding yelp of surprise and pain, but she kept going.
Or at least, she tried to keep going…until he caught one of her wrists and flipped her to land beneath him, pinning her to the bed with the bed-sheet trapped between them.
“Kaito, let go!” she demanded, instinctively struggling to get free away.
“Aoko, listen—“ he said, but it was to no avail. She wasn’t hearing him. He kept trying, she kept fighting…finally, desperately, he shouted her name in the hopes it would get through to her. “AOKO!”
It must have surprised her, because she froze and looked straight up at him through sad, furious, red-rimmed eyes…to find him holding a small object in front of her eyes.
A small, round, silver object…with a diamond on it?
A ring?
He was holding a freakin’ ring.
Suddenly, Aoko forgot how to breathe.
“You freaked before I could finish,” he said softly. “I don’t think we should date anymore…I think we should get married. I mean, I want to marry you. I was going to ask you to marry me.” He sighed and sat back, letting her up; she did not run, but simply stared at him. “This all made a lot more sense in my head, but I think something got lost in translation…I should’ve just asked you outright. Wow, leave it to me to mess things up that badly…” he chuckled sadly and shook his head. “I totally won’t blame you if you say no, because I completely blew it…”
Aoko was silent for a long moment before she spoke. “…well?”
He looked at her, surprised. “Well what?”
“Are you going to ask me?”
Now it was his turn to stare before grinning sheepishly. “Okay, but let me at least do it right in the vain hope that I can somehow salvage this situation.” He cleared his throat and reached out to take both of her hands in his own, clasping the ring between them. “Nakamori Aoko, I love you. Will you marry me?”
“Are you ever going to pull a stunt like that again?” she asked, quirking a brow.
“Definitely no.”
“Good.” That was all she said before she launched herself at him. “YES!” Somehow, in the midst of the kiss and the flailing limbs, the ring found its way onto her finger.
It was a short, very pleasant time later when Aoko lifted her head from the pillow and looked at him with wide eyes. “Kaito…where the hell did you pull that ring from?”
“Not telling.”
PS. I’d like to send this out to
fyliwionvilyaer, and hope she has a most awesome birthday :D Love ya, kiddo! And I’d also like to point out that today is the one-year anniversary of this fic series—because I posted the first one last year for Fyli-chan as her birthday present. And…I’m not done yet ;o;I hope you enjoyed the little ficlet—I have no idea what Kaito was thinking. But the next one is largely completed, and I have another three planned out. Thanks for reading, everyone! Much love!
Cross-posted to
30_nights and 40 Nights: Kaito and Aoko.
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*shrugs and glomps you*
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Thanks, hon!! ^____^
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“I don’t think we should date anymore.”
As soon as I saw that line I laughed and kept reading ^^
Bloody Brilliant! *the word for the week considering the HP news* And Loves~!
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I LOVED this! Kaito and Aoko are just so fun to write about! ♥ XD
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Yours is about a third done, because I've had this plunnie for a long time, so I want to make sure it's REALLY awesome :D
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XD
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Hand-puppet!Kaito wants everyone to know how much better it all sounded in his head, silly boy. But still...diplomatic terms? I wouldn't know anything of those! *sparkle sparkle halo*
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I guessed what his "I don't think we should date anymore" meant! Go me! =P