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[Feb 20] [Magic Kaitou]The Dress of Stars
Title: The Dress of Stars
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Pairing: Aoko/Kaito
Theme: Feb 20- “Clothed in the beauty of a thousand stars”
Raiting: PG-13
Disclaimer: I still say Gosho doesn’t write Shoujo, and Candy chan mentioned dancing and frankly it’s a cliché plot XD
There was nothing like seeing the woman you love descend a staircase on the arm of someone else. It was something special that ran through you as you watched her throw small glances at the man she was with. It was something that caught your eye, and distracted you from the other people you were suppose to entertain. Something that took your breath away.
She looked so lovely too. Everything a young woman should be, or was she really an adult now? Her hair was piled up so prettily on the top of her head in that cascade of curls, and her dress- well she may as well be dressed in a garment made from the stars themselves. It seemed to sparkle, and Kaito kept thinking she was a gem herself.
So lovely.
The woman who had been chattering to him a moment before seemed to notice his attention was no longer on her. Alright it was pretty obvious his attention was no longer on her, but he hadn’t really expected Nakamori Aoko to be there. Not really. So maybe he’d hoped a little, but he didn’t think she’d come.
Not that it mattered either way. The only person she’d recognize him as tonight was KID, and that was KID not Kaito. Kaito was not there at the party, rather he was there as a respectable young college student who was doing a journalism entry on Kaitou KID and his heists. He didn’t even look that much like Kaito except for hair color, and well… maybe he’d forgotten to put in the contacts but his make up had changed the shape of his face enough to keep most people from ever associating Katayama Takeo to Kuroba Kaito.
Except of course Katayama Takeo did seem to have stalkerish qualities seeing how he was staring open mouthed at the girl who just descended from the stairs. He wondered if he dared to approach her, of course after her annoying date left her side, there was quite a nice band after all. The person whose gem he was stealing decided to have one of those heist balls, and thought to keep it a formal occasion and go all out. There was dancing, music, the whole works all in preparation for KID.
Well when she’d been in high school Suzuki Sonoko was known for being a KID fan girl. If she hadn’t recently been showing off that rare ruby of hers she’d gotten imported from India he probably wouldn’t have even bothered with her family again. Being what it was, she bragged the gem was suppose to grant the wearer youth and beauty for their whole life, and well it was too much of a catch not to go after.
Which is why he was there, in disguise several hours early, and now watching Aoko descend the stairs in a dress made of stars.
Glory.
It took several flutes of champagne later (or perhaps just one… He knew better than to have alcohol of any type before a heist) that he saw her date leave and he dared to go over and speak with her. She herself was holding a near half empty glass and seemed to be trying to decide something when he broke in.
“So you are the daughter of the Inspector!”
She seemed to jump and turned faster than he would have thought. For a moment he watched her eyes seem to settle on him, and finally she seemed satisfied about something. He saw the barest blush come to her cheeks, which puzzled him slightly, but he shrugged it off as an Aoko-ism.
“Umm… yes… Nakamori Aoko- May I help you?”
He bowed to her respectfully, “Katayama Takeo. I’m a journalism student at the college, and I’m writing my final thesis on KID’s exploits.” He couldn’t keep a smirk entirely off his face, “I read in a few articles you seemed to have quite a dislike for the thief.”
She looked at him suspiciously even as he nodded. He watched her finish the rest of the champagne before she set the empty glass on a nearby table. “Yes I’ve never found KID as someone who was particularly to be worshipped like most, though most would attribute it to my father I guess.” He was aware that she seemed to be inspecting him with her eyes, as though looking for something.
He just smiled back, “Oh I can understand perfectly. He is a thief after all, even if he also gives the appearance of a showman. And from what I’ve read, it would be fully understandable that you would have little love for him as well.”
This caught her attention, “Why do you say that?”
He dared himself to venture on. “Well, from what I can surmise you’re father has put most of his time and effort into catching him am I correct? Most of the students from your high school seemed enamored as well, and he also seems to hold heists on many of the more important dates. From what I can determine it would make complete sense you would have little love for him. He’s never seem to have taken much notice of you, rather he torments your father and woos those he’s stealing from with no attention paid to the daughter at all.” His eyes softened against his will, “It would be fair to say that even if you didn’t hate him you’d at least hold some animosity for that…”
“Who are you?” She couldn’t stop staring at him, and he felt himself shift under her gaze. In many ways he felt like she could see right through him, and another part wished she would.
Instead he just laughed it off. “I told you I’m a journalism student. It’s my duty to analyze things like that, and you looked so lovely decending those stairs it was hard to believe you were that same little girl I saw in a few of those old articles where you’re waving a cardboard sign for KID to get lost.”
This time she did blush and he found his pulse quicken just slightly. He had to find ways to get at her without betraying himself, and that was the hardest part. Her heard her mumble something about silly, and younger days… he just laughed a bit more.
“Don’t be silly… I found it- endearing really. Something different from the other articles that seemed the same thing time after time. And all of the interviews were either angry patrons who just cared about their belongings, or some lady smitten with the thief. You were the only person with a purpose behind them, except for your father of course. Or perhaps a couple of those detectives that pop up every now and then…” He looked around to see if her boyfriend was anywhere near, but noticed he seemed to have disappeared. Well… date… perhaps they weren’t actually “dating,” but she’d still arrived on his arm.
“Well thank you. I still feel silly for some of the things I pulled as a kid,” she said shaking her head. “I think at the time I believed if I wanted to I could have caught KID single handly-”
“Oh and you don’t think you could?” There was just a hint of wickedness in his grin.
“…Mabye, but I’d be much more practical about it now…”
“Mabye” he told her with a wink. He heard the band start up another song, and decided he dare. He wasn’t positive Aoko knew how to dance, but he figured he’d lead well enough. It was one of those things you learned as a performer, how to make it seem like you could both glide even if the lady couldn’t. So… “Hmmm if it’s alright… might I ask this lady for the dance?”
He saw her blush return, but he could also tell by the tilt of her head and way she poised herself she’d say yes. Sure enough she gave a nod and said softly, “Um… alright… though I’m not very good-”
“That’s alright. It’s not hard,” he led her to the dance floor, and carefully set his arm around her waist and took her hand in his. They both froze as his fingers brushed hers, and he wondered if she felt the same electric shock that seemed to run through him. For just a second her eyes met his before she turned away again.
As the music picked up he started to spin her around the floor.
She lied when she said she wasn’t that good. Apparently she’d had at least a couple lessons, since the whole thing was done with minimal foot stopping. As it quickened she began tripping more often, until he finally said softly, “Here… keep your eyes on mine. So long as you don’t look away you’ll be fine, and don’t worry I’ll make sure we don’t bump into anyone.”
“But…”
“Trust me…”
His blue eyes met hers, and suddenly he couldn’t look away either. He could see his reflection in her gaze, and he saw a startled look pass over them. She looked surprised, like she knew something, but couldn’t quite figure out what it was she’d thought.
He felt her hand tighten on his though, and he shifted closer to her.
Yet as the song ended neither let go, and without a word he led her into the next dance. It wasn’t far in either that she finally asked, “I still think I might be able to catch him you know…”
He had to grin, “Oh? I have no doubt Nakamori-san…”
He saw her eyes glitter for a moment before she moved even closer to him. He was surprised when she whispered, “Think if I chased him with my mop?”
He was leading her into a dip as she asked, and he laughed again pulling her back up into a quick turning. She was exactly how he remembered her in so many ways, “With the way you swing it? I have no-” he was drawing her back when he nearly fell over his own feet. “Er.. That is to say…”
She didn’t pull away surprisingly. She didn’t even run, or slap him, but rather stayed in the dance and turned away so as not to meet his eyes. Silence hung over them both, until she said softly, “…I thought so.”
“Ah- Aoko I can explain…”
“I’m certain you do Kaitou KID “ she hissed under her breath, “But then you have a lot of explaining to do Kaito…”
This time he did run into someone, and was left apologizing. “Aoko-”
She shook her head, and he felt a shock run through him when instead she rested her head against his shoulder. "Later-" she told him shortly. "I just... right now let me pretend alright? You can break it at midnight, but for now lets just have it be."
It was all he needed. His arms tightened just a little around her, and he prayed whoever she was with didn't try to walk over him. If she would give him this long, than he would take it... For that moment he'd pretend that it was just him and her in that dress of stars, and he could swirl her around like a prince at the ball.
Of course when the clock stuck midnight he'd turn into the villian, and suddenly that dress of stars would be deminished by the handcuffs she'd probably be holding, but for now he simply let his head bury itself in her hair and glided across the dance floor in a dream.
Wondering just what fate they had written for them in the stars.
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Pairing: Aoko/Kaito
Theme: Feb 20- “Clothed in the beauty of a thousand stars”
Raiting: PG-13
Disclaimer: I still say Gosho doesn’t write Shoujo, and Candy chan mentioned dancing and frankly it’s a cliché plot XD
There was nothing like seeing the woman you love descend a staircase on the arm of someone else. It was something special that ran through you as you watched her throw small glances at the man she was with. It was something that caught your eye, and distracted you from the other people you were suppose to entertain. Something that took your breath away.
She looked so lovely too. Everything a young woman should be, or was she really an adult now? Her hair was piled up so prettily on the top of her head in that cascade of curls, and her dress- well she may as well be dressed in a garment made from the stars themselves. It seemed to sparkle, and Kaito kept thinking she was a gem herself.
So lovely.
The woman who had been chattering to him a moment before seemed to notice his attention was no longer on her. Alright it was pretty obvious his attention was no longer on her, but he hadn’t really expected Nakamori Aoko to be there. Not really. So maybe he’d hoped a little, but he didn’t think she’d come.
Not that it mattered either way. The only person she’d recognize him as tonight was KID, and that was KID not Kaito. Kaito was not there at the party, rather he was there as a respectable young college student who was doing a journalism entry on Kaitou KID and his heists. He didn’t even look that much like Kaito except for hair color, and well… maybe he’d forgotten to put in the contacts but his make up had changed the shape of his face enough to keep most people from ever associating Katayama Takeo to Kuroba Kaito.
Except of course Katayama Takeo did seem to have stalkerish qualities seeing how he was staring open mouthed at the girl who just descended from the stairs. He wondered if he dared to approach her, of course after her annoying date left her side, there was quite a nice band after all. The person whose gem he was stealing decided to have one of those heist balls, and thought to keep it a formal occasion and go all out. There was dancing, music, the whole works all in preparation for KID.
Well when she’d been in high school Suzuki Sonoko was known for being a KID fan girl. If she hadn’t recently been showing off that rare ruby of hers she’d gotten imported from India he probably wouldn’t have even bothered with her family again. Being what it was, she bragged the gem was suppose to grant the wearer youth and beauty for their whole life, and well it was too much of a catch not to go after.
Which is why he was there, in disguise several hours early, and now watching Aoko descend the stairs in a dress made of stars.
Glory.
It took several flutes of champagne later (or perhaps just one… He knew better than to have alcohol of any type before a heist) that he saw her date leave and he dared to go over and speak with her. She herself was holding a near half empty glass and seemed to be trying to decide something when he broke in.
“So you are the daughter of the Inspector!”
She seemed to jump and turned faster than he would have thought. For a moment he watched her eyes seem to settle on him, and finally she seemed satisfied about something. He saw the barest blush come to her cheeks, which puzzled him slightly, but he shrugged it off as an Aoko-ism.
“Umm… yes… Nakamori Aoko- May I help you?”
He bowed to her respectfully, “Katayama Takeo. I’m a journalism student at the college, and I’m writing my final thesis on KID’s exploits.” He couldn’t keep a smirk entirely off his face, “I read in a few articles you seemed to have quite a dislike for the thief.”
She looked at him suspiciously even as he nodded. He watched her finish the rest of the champagne before she set the empty glass on a nearby table. “Yes I’ve never found KID as someone who was particularly to be worshipped like most, though most would attribute it to my father I guess.” He was aware that she seemed to be inspecting him with her eyes, as though looking for something.
He just smiled back, “Oh I can understand perfectly. He is a thief after all, even if he also gives the appearance of a showman. And from what I’ve read, it would be fully understandable that you would have little love for him as well.”
This caught her attention, “Why do you say that?”
He dared himself to venture on. “Well, from what I can surmise you’re father has put most of his time and effort into catching him am I correct? Most of the students from your high school seemed enamored as well, and he also seems to hold heists on many of the more important dates. From what I can determine it would make complete sense you would have little love for him. He’s never seem to have taken much notice of you, rather he torments your father and woos those he’s stealing from with no attention paid to the daughter at all.” His eyes softened against his will, “It would be fair to say that even if you didn’t hate him you’d at least hold some animosity for that…”
“Who are you?” She couldn’t stop staring at him, and he felt himself shift under her gaze. In many ways he felt like she could see right through him, and another part wished she would.
Instead he just laughed it off. “I told you I’m a journalism student. It’s my duty to analyze things like that, and you looked so lovely decending those stairs it was hard to believe you were that same little girl I saw in a few of those old articles where you’re waving a cardboard sign for KID to get lost.”
This time she did blush and he found his pulse quicken just slightly. He had to find ways to get at her without betraying himself, and that was the hardest part. Her heard her mumble something about silly, and younger days… he just laughed a bit more.
“Don’t be silly… I found it- endearing really. Something different from the other articles that seemed the same thing time after time. And all of the interviews were either angry patrons who just cared about their belongings, or some lady smitten with the thief. You were the only person with a purpose behind them, except for your father of course. Or perhaps a couple of those detectives that pop up every now and then…” He looked around to see if her boyfriend was anywhere near, but noticed he seemed to have disappeared. Well… date… perhaps they weren’t actually “dating,” but she’d still arrived on his arm.
“Well thank you. I still feel silly for some of the things I pulled as a kid,” she said shaking her head. “I think at the time I believed if I wanted to I could have caught KID single handly-”
“Oh and you don’t think you could?” There was just a hint of wickedness in his grin.
“…Mabye, but I’d be much more practical about it now…”
“Mabye” he told her with a wink. He heard the band start up another song, and decided he dare. He wasn’t positive Aoko knew how to dance, but he figured he’d lead well enough. It was one of those things you learned as a performer, how to make it seem like you could both glide even if the lady couldn’t. So… “Hmmm if it’s alright… might I ask this lady for the dance?”
He saw her blush return, but he could also tell by the tilt of her head and way she poised herself she’d say yes. Sure enough she gave a nod and said softly, “Um… alright… though I’m not very good-”
“That’s alright. It’s not hard,” he led her to the dance floor, and carefully set his arm around her waist and took her hand in his. They both froze as his fingers brushed hers, and he wondered if she felt the same electric shock that seemed to run through him. For just a second her eyes met his before she turned away again.
As the music picked up he started to spin her around the floor.
She lied when she said she wasn’t that good. Apparently she’d had at least a couple lessons, since the whole thing was done with minimal foot stopping. As it quickened she began tripping more often, until he finally said softly, “Here… keep your eyes on mine. So long as you don’t look away you’ll be fine, and don’t worry I’ll make sure we don’t bump into anyone.”
“But…”
“Trust me…”
His blue eyes met hers, and suddenly he couldn’t look away either. He could see his reflection in her gaze, and he saw a startled look pass over them. She looked surprised, like she knew something, but couldn’t quite figure out what it was she’d thought.
He felt her hand tighten on his though, and he shifted closer to her.
Yet as the song ended neither let go, and without a word he led her into the next dance. It wasn’t far in either that she finally asked, “I still think I might be able to catch him you know…”
He had to grin, “Oh? I have no doubt Nakamori-san…”
He saw her eyes glitter for a moment before she moved even closer to him. He was surprised when she whispered, “Think if I chased him with my mop?”
He was leading her into a dip as she asked, and he laughed again pulling her back up into a quick turning. She was exactly how he remembered her in so many ways, “With the way you swing it? I have no-” he was drawing her back when he nearly fell over his own feet. “Er.. That is to say…”
She didn’t pull away surprisingly. She didn’t even run, or slap him, but rather stayed in the dance and turned away so as not to meet his eyes. Silence hung over them both, until she said softly, “…I thought so.”
“Ah- Aoko I can explain…”
“I’m certain you do Kaitou KID “ she hissed under her breath, “But then you have a lot of explaining to do Kaito…”
This time he did run into someone, and was left apologizing. “Aoko-”
She shook her head, and he felt a shock run through him when instead she rested her head against his shoulder. "Later-" she told him shortly. "I just... right now let me pretend alright? You can break it at midnight, but for now lets just have it be."
It was all he needed. His arms tightened just a little around her, and he prayed whoever she was with didn't try to walk over him. If she would give him this long, than he would take it... For that moment he'd pretend that it was just him and her in that dress of stars, and he could swirl her around like a prince at the ball.
Of course when the clock stuck midnight he'd turn into the villian, and suddenly that dress of stars would be deminished by the handcuffs she'd probably be holding, but for now he simply let his head bury itself in her hair and glided across the dance floor in a dream.
Wondering just what fate they had written for them in the stars.