Ficbit: Communications 6/?
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soc_puppetCommunications
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Summary: The 'Aoko Finds Out' chapter.
Aoko found Kaito around four o'clock, sitting in the den and staring off into space. Knowing it was better to wait for him to speak than to try to question him, Aoko took a chair near him and waited. Silence wrapped around the two of them, making her that much more aware of her surroundings. It was not the most comfortable silence, but for now, as she waited for Kaito to find the words he needed, Aoko supposed it was close enough.
Kaito let the air out of his lungs with a heavy sigh and dropped his forehead to rest in his right hand.
"Kaito?" Aoko quietly prompted.
He smiled at her in a strained sort of way and worry clenched at her heart. "I think—" Kaito began, halted, and started again. "I think I may have found something important for my father's case."
Aoko was stunned. "Really? You mean after Kudo-kun called? What was it?"
Kaito's smile faltered and for a moment the strain on his face was clear. "Aoko? Promise not to hate me for this?"
Aoko passed through stunned and right into shock. "Kaito! Of course! I couldn't possibly hate you! Why do you even think you need to ask?"
For a moment Kaito's strained look was traded for a relieved smile, but the strain returned as he continued. "D'you promise…" he paused and licked his lips, then went on hoarsely, "do you promise not to hate my dad?"
Aoko was floored by the question. She had to stop and think hard, her mind reeling from the implications.
"It's not terrible, really," Kaito tried to reassure her. "I mean, he didn't do anything—well he didn't hurt people at least, I swear."
"I promise, Kaito," Aoko told him solemnly.
Kaito hesitated another moment, then steeled himself. "Right. This isn't going to be easy, though."
Again she waited as Kaito sought the will to act. His eyes met hers as he stood and walked across the room. At his gesture she hesitantly followed him. Slowly his hand rose to his father's portrait. Aoko's eyes widened as it swung open. Kaito flashed her one last worried look before he stepped through.
Stairs pulled the two of them downward into the hidden room. The part of Aoko that remembered seeing her father work mimicked his procedure as she took stock of her surroundings: magic supplies crowded on table tops and against walls with other odd objects that seemed to have nothing to do with illusion. A car was somehow squeezed into the tiny room. Various technical gadgets ranged across workspaces.
For a long moment, Aoko's eye was caught and held by a white suit in a corner and a matching top hat on a rack near-by. Little details fell into place and she turned to Kaito to voice her suspicions. "Kaitou Kid?"
Kaito nodded a touch forlornly, and Aoko frowned. There was something he wasn't saying; her thoughts picked up again as she began to reason out what.
Snippets of conversation from only minutes ago floated back to her—'I found something important for my father's case' and 'Do you promise not to hate my dad'—she didn't, though she couldn't say just why; perhaps it had something to do with making the right enemies—and just before that he'd asked her…
Aoko's eyes widened. 'Do you promise not to hate me for this?' The question was so like the one that followed it that it had almost slipped her mind. Add to that Kaito's simple nod in response to the guess she'd made about his father and it went a great deal farther to explaining his behavior.
If Kaito had been worried she would hate his father for being the Kid, he must have been terrified of what her reaction would be when she found out he planned to follow in his father's footsteps.
Aoko focused on Kaito again. His Poker Face was firmly in place, but she knew him well enough to see the anxiety he felt behind it. She knew without doubt that she could no more hate Kaito for his decision than she could hate his father.
Aoko smiled gently at him. "I understand," she told him.
'I understand that you have to do this for your father,' she didn't say out loud. 'That you have to do this for yourself. That you're sorry that my dad may be the one who chases you but you have to do this anyway.
'That even though in most circumstances this wouldn't be the right thing to do, in these ones it might. Because this is how you're going to fight the organization that has done so many terrible things, just like I will be fighting them by helping you.'
Kaito slowly smiled back at her, relieved, and Aoko knew he'd heard the things she hadn't said.
—End—
Okay, I'm going to get long-winded (or something) now, so sit tight for a bit.
I realize that I'm making things easier for the characters in this fic. I am clearing hurdles for them. In this fic, I feel that's okay, because the hurdles I clear are not needed for the story. This fic isn't going to be about Kaito hiding the fact that he's the Kid from Aoko, or *SPOILER* Shin'ichi hiding from Ran that he's Conan. This story is about Kaito, Aoko, Ran and Shin'ichi (and others, later) working together to fight a great evil. That is why I've taken the liberty of making things easier for them. Because they need to work together and trust each other, and secrets won't help that. It's the only way they'll get the job done. Or done right, in any case.
That said, this was basically the Aoko Finds Out bit, as I mentioned. It was mostly about characterization and interaction and so on, rather like Quiet was--only with plot. Also like Quiet, writing it gave me fits, and in pretty much the same way, actually - -. I had to divide one bit into two and take out some small thing that seemed necessary but was actually a hindrance. Will go more into that in the next bit, which should be the Aoko Deals With It bit (but we'll have to see what happens).
Now, I have to go finish _writing_ it ^^;...
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Summary: The 'Aoko Finds Out' chapter.
Aoko found Kaito around four o'clock, sitting in the den and staring off into space. Knowing it was better to wait for him to speak than to try to question him, Aoko took a chair near him and waited. Silence wrapped around the two of them, making her that much more aware of her surroundings. It was not the most comfortable silence, but for now, as she waited for Kaito to find the words he needed, Aoko supposed it was close enough.
Kaito let the air out of his lungs with a heavy sigh and dropped his forehead to rest in his right hand.
"Kaito?" Aoko quietly prompted.
He smiled at her in a strained sort of way and worry clenched at her heart. "I think—" Kaito began, halted, and started again. "I think I may have found something important for my father's case."
Aoko was stunned. "Really? You mean after Kudo-kun called? What was it?"
Kaito's smile faltered and for a moment the strain on his face was clear. "Aoko? Promise not to hate me for this?"
Aoko passed through stunned and right into shock. "Kaito! Of course! I couldn't possibly hate you! Why do you even think you need to ask?"
For a moment Kaito's strained look was traded for a relieved smile, but the strain returned as he continued. "D'you promise…" he paused and licked his lips, then went on hoarsely, "do you promise not to hate my dad?"
Aoko was floored by the question. She had to stop and think hard, her mind reeling from the implications.
"It's not terrible, really," Kaito tried to reassure her. "I mean, he didn't do anything—well he didn't hurt people at least, I swear."
"I promise, Kaito," Aoko told him solemnly.
Kaito hesitated another moment, then steeled himself. "Right. This isn't going to be easy, though."
Again she waited as Kaito sought the will to act. His eyes met hers as he stood and walked across the room. At his gesture she hesitantly followed him. Slowly his hand rose to his father's portrait. Aoko's eyes widened as it swung open. Kaito flashed her one last worried look before he stepped through.
Stairs pulled the two of them downward into the hidden room. The part of Aoko that remembered seeing her father work mimicked his procedure as she took stock of her surroundings: magic supplies crowded on table tops and against walls with other odd objects that seemed to have nothing to do with illusion. A car was somehow squeezed into the tiny room. Various technical gadgets ranged across workspaces.
For a long moment, Aoko's eye was caught and held by a white suit in a corner and a matching top hat on a rack near-by. Little details fell into place and she turned to Kaito to voice her suspicions. "Kaitou Kid?"
Kaito nodded a touch forlornly, and Aoko frowned. There was something he wasn't saying; her thoughts picked up again as she began to reason out what.
Snippets of conversation from only minutes ago floated back to her—'I found something important for my father's case' and 'Do you promise not to hate my dad'—she didn't, though she couldn't say just why; perhaps it had something to do with making the right enemies—and just before that he'd asked her…
Aoko's eyes widened. 'Do you promise not to hate me for this?' The question was so like the one that followed it that it had almost slipped her mind. Add to that Kaito's simple nod in response to the guess she'd made about his father and it went a great deal farther to explaining his behavior.
If Kaito had been worried she would hate his father for being the Kid, he must have been terrified of what her reaction would be when she found out he planned to follow in his father's footsteps.
Aoko focused on Kaito again. His Poker Face was firmly in place, but she knew him well enough to see the anxiety he felt behind it. She knew without doubt that she could no more hate Kaito for his decision than she could hate his father.
Aoko smiled gently at him. "I understand," she told him.
'I understand that you have to do this for your father,' she didn't say out loud. 'That you have to do this for yourself. That you're sorry that my dad may be the one who chases you but you have to do this anyway.
'That even though in most circumstances this wouldn't be the right thing to do, in these ones it might. Because this is how you're going to fight the organization that has done so many terrible things, just like I will be fighting them by helping you.'
Kaito slowly smiled back at her, relieved, and Aoko knew he'd heard the things she hadn't said.
—End—
Okay, I'm going to get long-winded (or something) now, so sit tight for a bit.
I realize that I'm making things easier for the characters in this fic. I am clearing hurdles for them. In this fic, I feel that's okay, because the hurdles I clear are not needed for the story. This fic isn't going to be about Kaito hiding the fact that he's the Kid from Aoko, or *SPOILER* Shin'ichi hiding from Ran that he's Conan. This story is about Kaito, Aoko, Ran and Shin'ichi (and others, later) working together to fight a great evil. That is why I've taken the liberty of making things easier for them. Because they need to work together and trust each other, and secrets won't help that. It's the only way they'll get the job done. Or done right, in any case.
That said, this was basically the Aoko Finds Out bit, as I mentioned. It was mostly about characterization and interaction and so on, rather like Quiet was--only with plot. Also like Quiet, writing it gave me fits, and in pretty much the same way, actually - -. I had to divide one bit into two and take out some small thing that seemed necessary but was actually a hindrance. Will go more into that in the next bit, which should be the Aoko Deals With It bit (but we'll have to see what happens).
Now, I have to go finish _writing_ it ^^;...
