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[July 7] [Magic Kaito/Detective Conan] Her Favorite Flower
Title: Her Favorite Flower
Author: Fyliwion
Day/Theme: July 7 “Slowly Twisting the Lilac Stalks”
Fandom: Magic Kaito/Detective Conan
Pairing: Kaito/Aoko
Rating: PG
Word Count:1282
Disclaimer: I don’t own the series… and I’m not even sure I like this one… we’ll see…
She was slowly twisting the lilac stalks in her hands. She didn’t even notice the blooms were losing their sheen, wilting in her hands. Her eyes were trained ahead as she stood looking in the mirror.
But her eyes weren’t on her own reflection, nor were the glancing at the gown she wore nor the flowers nor the pearls that adorned her neck.
Her eyes were staring at the man whose reflection shown in the mirror. The man standing behind her in the door whose eyes were almost the same shade as the flowers she held in her hands.
They fell from her grasp as she took a step back. Her eyes didn’t pull away from his gaze, soft and sad as he took in every inch of her. The white gown. The flowers in her hair. The lilacs that now lay scattered on the floor…
“Oh… you… you came…” she said hoarsely. She didn’t turn. Didn’t move. She might as well be a portrait frozen in time as she clutched her fist.
He stepped forward and reached for the lilacs around her, “You dropped your bouquet…”
“Oh… um… don’t worry about it I’ll—“ she trailed off but she made no move to reach for the flowers. Her face was carefully schooled into the same mask she’d been wearing all morning, but the color had faded away from her cheeks.
“Here…” he was kneeling in front of her has he handed her the bouquet. He met her eyes for just a moment as she looked down startled and then pushed away the flowers.
“Kait-“
“Should I have not come?” He didn’t move from where he kneeled before her. “I debated—but I was in town anyway. I almost didn’t get the invitation-“
“Kai-“
“Perhaps-“
The tears were welling up behind her eyes, but she refused to cry in front of him. Refused to cry there… she blinked quickly trying to keep them behind her eyes, “I… I didn’t actually think…”
“I admit…” his smile was chagrin as he finally stood and placed the flowers on the table next to him, “I couldn’t help but steal a look at the bride before she was carried off.”
She wanted to kill him as the words caused the tears to start pouring down her cheeks, “Do you want to torture me?” she choked out. “You must… your cruel Kaito…”
He darted to her and a handkerchief was in his hands as he dabbed her cheek, “Don’t cry… aw come on—you’re suppose to be happy today yeah? You’re getting married… I knew I shouldn’t have come… I was even going to set off fireworks…”
That drew a small smile, “Please tell me after the ceremony?”
“…well I was kind of thinking right around the kiss the bride part but…”
The laugh she let out sounded more like a sob, and the look on his face told he was concerned, “You’ll be fine Aoko. I haven’t heard anything but how happy the two of you seem, and how well everything’s going to turn out… and how much Takari loves Aoko…” His grin didn’t quite meet his eyes though, “You’ll be-“
He froze as she walked over to look up at him and he was surprised to see… was it guilt? Fear? “Aoko?”
“…I…” she took a deep breath, “I… didn’t think you’d come…” she muttered again—but the way she shifted, the way her hand flew up to catch a non existent strand of hair, how she tugged at the pearls around her neck.
He sighed, “I can go if you’d—“
“I… I thought… he wouldn’t come. Not after… not after everything. Why would you come right? And I thought… but if he does… if you did show up at my window infuriated or fly into the reception and make a scene or stroll into the hall and threaten to steal the bride… I said I’d call it off… because after all you weren’t coming…” she didn’t meet his eyes. “I thought… that would be the sign I’m not happy. That I don’t want to marry him… that I’m making the wrong decision that I—“
He grabbed her shoulders carefully and forced her to look up at him. Meet those damn eyes that she could just lose herself in if she tried hard enough, “I couldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding could I?”
“Are we?” she tried to pull away and failed, “What are we? I don’t think I’ve seen you as a best friend in a long time Kaito…”
He looked at her startled, hurt, until recognition dawned on his face and his grip faltered. She pulled away, “Why else do you think I got so angry?”
“I didn’t…”
She slipped into the only chair in the room. No doubt wrinkling the dress that would take hours to press out… if anyone walked in she’d receive the scolding a life time… oh well..
“…Is it too late?” she met his eyes. “I… I would be the worse person in the world. He’d hate me, and all the money and…”
Kaito dropped to his knee at her side, “Would you be happy with him?”
She looked at her hands, and touched a hand to one of the lilacs in her hair, “Yes? Probably?” she whispered softly. “I think it would work out… he’d take care of me, and its not like we’d see each other that much anyway—“
Kaito reached up and cupped her cheek forcing her to look at him, “Do you love him?”
She closed her eyes and willed the tears to go away. Willed her heart to stop flying off the handle. Willed herself to wake up from whatever nightmare she was having. But when she opened her eyes all she saw was Kaito’s sharp, unyielding gaze meeting her own.
“No,” she whispered, “No…I… I like him… but I… I don’t love him…”
He dropped her hand and she reached up hesitantly to comb her fingers through his hair. When he leaned in she looked away, but didn’t move her hand as they buried further. She almost jumped when she suddenly felt a weight on her lap and saw that he’d rested his head there.
“Can you get me out of here without me being seen?” Her voice almost cracked but she kept her hand in his hair.
“What?”
“Can you?”
He frowned, “Is that really what you want? You know I can’t offer you stability, and we haven’t even—“
She scowled, “Not everything’s about you stupid. You just… you just helped me decide. I just… I can’t do this…”
“It might be more than that?” He pulled away, “Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
“Says Kaitou KID. Oh that’s grand,” her comment was more sarcastic than she meant it to be as she began plucking the flowers out of her hair, “I don’t even like lilacs—“ she said with a sigh.
Kaito smiled and took one of the flowers from her hand, “Yeah… roses always fit you better-“ the lilac slowly became pinker and finally a deep shade of red as he slipped it behind her ear.
“He said it was too cliché…”
“Not on you—“ he said with a grin, “Although I suppose some people might call us cliché…” he added with a very KID like look.
“I suppose…” she said nervously. “Do you think I’m doing…”
He cut her off with a finger to the lips, “I don’t know Aoko… Mabye you aren’t… but...” he leaned forward, “I’m glad you are.”
She didn’t say another word.
Author: Fyliwion
Day/Theme: July 7 “Slowly Twisting the Lilac Stalks”
Fandom: Magic Kaito/Detective Conan
Pairing: Kaito/Aoko
Rating: PG
Word Count:1282
Disclaimer: I don’t own the series… and I’m not even sure I like this one… we’ll see…
She was slowly twisting the lilac stalks in her hands. She didn’t even notice the blooms were losing their sheen, wilting in her hands. Her eyes were trained ahead as she stood looking in the mirror.
But her eyes weren’t on her own reflection, nor were the glancing at the gown she wore nor the flowers nor the pearls that adorned her neck.
Her eyes were staring at the man whose reflection shown in the mirror. The man standing behind her in the door whose eyes were almost the same shade as the flowers she held in her hands.
They fell from her grasp as she took a step back. Her eyes didn’t pull away from his gaze, soft and sad as he took in every inch of her. The white gown. The flowers in her hair. The lilacs that now lay scattered on the floor…
“Oh… you… you came…” she said hoarsely. She didn’t turn. Didn’t move. She might as well be a portrait frozen in time as she clutched her fist.
He stepped forward and reached for the lilacs around her, “You dropped your bouquet…”
“Oh… um… don’t worry about it I’ll—“ she trailed off but she made no move to reach for the flowers. Her face was carefully schooled into the same mask she’d been wearing all morning, but the color had faded away from her cheeks.
“Here…” he was kneeling in front of her has he handed her the bouquet. He met her eyes for just a moment as she looked down startled and then pushed away the flowers.
“Kait-“
“Should I have not come?” He didn’t move from where he kneeled before her. “I debated—but I was in town anyway. I almost didn’t get the invitation-“
“Kai-“
“Perhaps-“
The tears were welling up behind her eyes, but she refused to cry in front of him. Refused to cry there… she blinked quickly trying to keep them behind her eyes, “I… I didn’t actually think…”
“I admit…” his smile was chagrin as he finally stood and placed the flowers on the table next to him, “I couldn’t help but steal a look at the bride before she was carried off.”
She wanted to kill him as the words caused the tears to start pouring down her cheeks, “Do you want to torture me?” she choked out. “You must… your cruel Kaito…”
He darted to her and a handkerchief was in his hands as he dabbed her cheek, “Don’t cry… aw come on—you’re suppose to be happy today yeah? You’re getting married… I knew I shouldn’t have come… I was even going to set off fireworks…”
That drew a small smile, “Please tell me after the ceremony?”
“…well I was kind of thinking right around the kiss the bride part but…”
The laugh she let out sounded more like a sob, and the look on his face told he was concerned, “You’ll be fine Aoko. I haven’t heard anything but how happy the two of you seem, and how well everything’s going to turn out… and how much Takari loves Aoko…” His grin didn’t quite meet his eyes though, “You’ll be-“
He froze as she walked over to look up at him and he was surprised to see… was it guilt? Fear? “Aoko?”
“…I…” she took a deep breath, “I… didn’t think you’d come…” she muttered again—but the way she shifted, the way her hand flew up to catch a non existent strand of hair, how she tugged at the pearls around her neck.
He sighed, “I can go if you’d—“
“I… I thought… he wouldn’t come. Not after… not after everything. Why would you come right? And I thought… but if he does… if you did show up at my window infuriated or fly into the reception and make a scene or stroll into the hall and threaten to steal the bride… I said I’d call it off… because after all you weren’t coming…” she didn’t meet his eyes. “I thought… that would be the sign I’m not happy. That I don’t want to marry him… that I’m making the wrong decision that I—“
He grabbed her shoulders carefully and forced her to look up at him. Meet those damn eyes that she could just lose herself in if she tried hard enough, “I couldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding could I?”
“Are we?” she tried to pull away and failed, “What are we? I don’t think I’ve seen you as a best friend in a long time Kaito…”
He looked at her startled, hurt, until recognition dawned on his face and his grip faltered. She pulled away, “Why else do you think I got so angry?”
“I didn’t…”
She slipped into the only chair in the room. No doubt wrinkling the dress that would take hours to press out… if anyone walked in she’d receive the scolding a life time… oh well..
“…Is it too late?” she met his eyes. “I… I would be the worse person in the world. He’d hate me, and all the money and…”
Kaito dropped to his knee at her side, “Would you be happy with him?”
She looked at her hands, and touched a hand to one of the lilacs in her hair, “Yes? Probably?” she whispered softly. “I think it would work out… he’d take care of me, and its not like we’d see each other that much anyway—“
Kaito reached up and cupped her cheek forcing her to look at him, “Do you love him?”
She closed her eyes and willed the tears to go away. Willed her heart to stop flying off the handle. Willed herself to wake up from whatever nightmare she was having. But when she opened her eyes all she saw was Kaito’s sharp, unyielding gaze meeting her own.
“No,” she whispered, “No…I… I like him… but I… I don’t love him…”
He dropped her hand and she reached up hesitantly to comb her fingers through his hair. When he leaned in she looked away, but didn’t move her hand as they buried further. She almost jumped when she suddenly felt a weight on her lap and saw that he’d rested his head there.
“Can you get me out of here without me being seen?” Her voice almost cracked but she kept her hand in his hair.
“What?”
“Can you?”
He frowned, “Is that really what you want? You know I can’t offer you stability, and we haven’t even—“
She scowled, “Not everything’s about you stupid. You just… you just helped me decide. I just… I can’t do this…”
“It might be more than that?” He pulled away, “Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
“Says Kaitou KID. Oh that’s grand,” her comment was more sarcastic than she meant it to be as she began plucking the flowers out of her hair, “I don’t even like lilacs—“ she said with a sigh.
Kaito smiled and took one of the flowers from her hand, “Yeah… roses always fit you better-“ the lilac slowly became pinker and finally a deep shade of red as he slipped it behind her ear.
“He said it was too cliché…”
“Not on you—“ he said with a grin, “Although I suppose some people might call us cliché…” he added with a very KID like look.
“I suppose…” she said nervously. “Do you think I’m doing…”
He cut her off with a finger to the lips, “I don’t know Aoko… Mabye you aren’t… but...” he leaned forward, “I’m glad you are.”
She didn’t say another word.