The Seduction of Kid - 37. Barbel
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 499
Kaito was trying very hard not to swallow his own tongue right now. He was lucky his Poker Face was as good as it was, otherwise Mouri-chan here would have been giving him a sincerely strange look. Instead he put all of his acting skills into commiserating with her over her young charge, while internally cackling at Tantei-kun's audacity.
He had always been aware that Tantei-kun was a brilliant child, Kaito just wasn't sure how far that extended. What was the true brilliance of the little detective's mind? How much of a child was he, really? Kaito was pretty sure there had to be a lot of childishness there still, after all he was a kid but... Sometimes he wondered, he really did. Tantei-kun was so different compared to anything he'd ever encountered.
And, now, he was in there chatting about dead bodies and what detective's did. Kaito surreptitiously adjusted the volume on his music player so he could hear what his listening device was picking up a little better.
(“Now, Conan-kun.... Detective's have a very important job...” - “So why are there dead people? Why do people kill?” - “Well, you see, some people get very upset or angry and...” - “Obasan... What is 'death' anyway?”)
Okay, now Kaito was sure that the kid was leading the poor woman around in circles, and he was pretty sure he hadn't heard anything this funny since he'd made Hakuba go on an hour long rant about how comparing him to a horse was not funny anymore.
Glancing down at the magazine he was still holding, fingers marking the random place he'd flipped it open to, Kaito fought to keep his expression under control. He'd come here expecting sweet, sweet, revenge... but in the end he didn't know if he'd have preferred that over this. He hadn't been aware that dear little Tantei-kun could be so downright Machiavellian. You learn something knew everyday.
It was only then that what he was looking at registered. Almost afraid, he let the pages fall open a bit more. First his eyes took in the word Barbel emblazoned in the article heading, before sliding inevitably to the side and landing on the glossy picture of the f-f-f... thing.
With a surprised shriek Kaito tossed the magazine across the room where it smacked against the wall and fell down behind one of the chairs. He, himself, had vaulted up into his chair like a scared woman who had just noticed a mouse on the floor. Everyone was staring at him, particularly the wide eyed Mouri Ran. He supposed that had been a little out of left field.
“Are you a alright?” Ran asked.
“Fine.... Fine. Thought I saw a weird bug,” Kaito lied quickly as he slowly eased one leg back to the floor then the other.
So long as they kept that magazine over there, that was fine. He shuddered faintly and focused back on the conversation in his head.
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Pairing: Eventual ConanKid
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor
Words: 499
Kaito was trying very hard not to swallow his own tongue right now. He was lucky his Poker Face was as good as it was, otherwise Mouri-chan here would have been giving him a sincerely strange look. Instead he put all of his acting skills into commiserating with her over her young charge, while internally cackling at Tantei-kun's audacity.
He had always been aware that Tantei-kun was a brilliant child, Kaito just wasn't sure how far that extended. What was the true brilliance of the little detective's mind? How much of a child was he, really? Kaito was pretty sure there had to be a lot of childishness there still, after all he was a kid but... Sometimes he wondered, he really did. Tantei-kun was so different compared to anything he'd ever encountered.
And, now, he was in there chatting about dead bodies and what detective's did. Kaito surreptitiously adjusted the volume on his music player so he could hear what his listening device was picking up a little better.
(“Now, Conan-kun.... Detective's have a very important job...” - “So why are there dead people? Why do people kill?” - “Well, you see, some people get very upset or angry and...” - “Obasan... What is 'death' anyway?”)
Okay, now Kaito was sure that the kid was leading the poor woman around in circles, and he was pretty sure he hadn't heard anything this funny since he'd made Hakuba go on an hour long rant about how comparing him to a horse was not funny anymore.
Glancing down at the magazine he was still holding, fingers marking the random place he'd flipped it open to, Kaito fought to keep his expression under control. He'd come here expecting sweet, sweet, revenge... but in the end he didn't know if he'd have preferred that over this. He hadn't been aware that dear little Tantei-kun could be so downright Machiavellian. You learn something knew everyday.
It was only then that what he was looking at registered. Almost afraid, he let the pages fall open a bit more. First his eyes took in the word Barbel emblazoned in the article heading, before sliding inevitably to the side and landing on the glossy picture of the f-f-f... thing.
With a surprised shriek Kaito tossed the magazine across the room where it smacked against the wall and fell down behind one of the chairs. He, himself, had vaulted up into his chair like a scared woman who had just noticed a mouse on the floor. Everyone was staring at him, particularly the wide eyed Mouri Ran. He supposed that had been a little out of left field.
“Are you a alright?” Ran asked.
“Fine.... Fine. Thought I saw a weird bug,” Kaito lied quickly as he slowly eased one leg back to the floor then the other.
So long as they kept that magazine over there, that was fine. He shuddered faintly and focused back on the conversation in his head.
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