30 Cases - Nakamori & Sonoko
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Thirty not-quite-unrelated stories that lead our darling detective and his frustrating foe along the path of romance (that's Shinichi and Kid, for the unenlightened). Will be KaitoxShinichi.
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Sonoko has a thing or two to say to the person harassing her Kid-sama. Nakamori wonders why the young don't respect his authority, dammit.
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Case 04 - Nakamori & Sonoko
If anyone were to observe Nakamori-keibu at this moment, they would wonder what the innocent looking wall had done to receive such a venomous glare from the man. Of course, he was only glaring at the wall because glaring at the teenager ranting at the top of her lungs encouraged her to new levels of outrage. But still, it was rather amazing that there wasn't a hole burned through the plaster just from the heat of his gaze, or that the wallpaper hadn't yet peeled away from the girl's piercing voice.
"...and I've held my peace for long enough! Your relentless hounding is interfering with our precious KID-watching time..."
Would it be assault or self defense if he attempted to duct tape the girl's mouth shut? He was sure he had some somewhere in his desk...
"...not fair! How come you get to keep KID-sama's cape! I've never even got to touch..."
This was hell, wasn't it? There was no other explanation for what he was suffering through. When he found out just who had let the girl in to his office, he was going to take great pleasure in assigning them to janitorial duties. He could do that, right?
Nakamori took a moment to tune out the girl (not that he'd been paying much attention anyway) and observe the other pair in the room.
The brunette teenager was still holding the brat close, and both were staring in a combination of shock, embarrassment, and amusement (the brat again) at the ranting girl. The boy still looked rather uncomfortable in the embrace, as if he wasn't used to being held like that at all. Which was odd, because the girl (obviously his caretaker) hadn't even hesitated when she scooped him up.
So...a brat who was fearless in the face of criminals, but folded like a stack of cards in the face of one teenage girl? Something didn't add up here, and the keibu was damned if he knew what. The boy was awkward in his dealings with people, and the odd mood swings screamed that he had certain 'acts' for certain people. Which was the real face then?
Probably not little-innocent-angel face. Nakamori glanced again at the brat, who was grimacing at blondie's tirade. Definitely not. Then there was the sullen-brat act the kid had going on. Well, that one had pretty much failed when the boy had gotten angry. So...was the angry kid the real thing? Except that even in the heat of anger the brat watched what he said...
Nakamori growled in frustration. Okay, so the brat was good at hiding his true intentions, not that any kid should be able to do that. It still didn't explain what he had to do with KID! If he was a fan, why was he chasing after the thief? If he wanted the thief arrested, why wouldn't he tell him what he knew?!
He abruptly tuned back in to the 'conversation' as what was being said finally registered in his ears.
"...and as president of the Kaitou KID fan club it is my duty to see that only those worthy enough can get close to KID-sama--"
"You have a club for that insufferable thief?" he broke in, sheer horror giving his voice power enough to cut through the girl's tirade. Nakamori knew KID had fans, the crowds screaming his alias being a bit of a give away. But the thought of hundreds of panting women mobbing them when they caught the thief was almost bad enough to make him hope they never did.
"Of course!" blondie said indignantly. "Imagine; a gentleman thief, stealing by the light of the moon, but his heart cries out from his forced loneliness! Then a fair maiden catches his eye from within the crowd, and he's overcome with such longing that he risks capture just for the gift of her name..."
Nakamori was gratified to see the horrified disgust he felt reflected on the brat's face. The brunette teen had an odd look on her face, as if she were torn between amusement and dismay. Was she a friend of blondie's?
"Enough!" he cried, unable to take any more of the teeny drivel the girl was spouting. "If you're so worried about who's after KID, why don't you something about that little brat?" he ranted, gesturing wildly at the boy. Blondie didn't even bother to look where he indicated.
"Chibi-chan?" Dear gods, were the brat's antics that predictable? "Why should I? At least if the kid manages to catch KID-sama I'll get to see him up close!"
"What do you mean catch him? The brat is just a brat!" Nakamori snarled. The girl crossed her arms, sniffing at him in disapproval.
"Chibi-chan's better than that! He managed to stop KID-sama from stealing Mother's Black Star pearl a few years ago!" blondie said scathingly. Damn, that was true, wasn't it? Nakamori had forgotten that. What else about the brat had he dismissed? "Not that he should have interfered with KID-sama's work! Ah~! KID-sama can come steal from me any day!" the girl sighed, staring starry eyed into the distance. Nakamori thumped his desk angrily.
"KID is a criminal! I don't care what any of you brats say, I'm going to arrest him!" Why did he feel like a kid himself by saying that?
"Oh yeah? You'll never catch KID-sama! He's too good!" blondie yelled back, snapping out of her private day dream.
"Shut up! I'll get him eventually! His luck can only hold out for so long!" he snarled, pounding a fist into the desk again. The girl shot him a cunning look.
"Then I'll have to hire my own detective, and when he catches KID-sama he'll turn him over to me!' she exclaimed triumphantly.
"You can't do that!" he roared. "KID is min--" His voice finally gave in to the abuse it had been suffering from all night, and abruptly cut out on him. He coughed, attempting to speak again, but only managed an unintelligible croak. Blondie was looking at him incredulously.
"You..." she said, pointing a finger at him accusingly. "You want KID-sama to yourself! I see it now!" He all but fell out of his chair in horror, eyes bugging out of his head. Ignoring his outraged gestures, blondie continued relentlessly. "This is terrible! It's hard enough keeping the women in line, but now we have to worry about the men too?!"
Nakamori's attention was drawn away from the girl at an odd sound, and he saw the brat glaring smugly (was that even possible?) up at his white faced guardian. Who was holding onto the brat rather stiffly, now that he came to notice. Blondie turned to see what had caught his attention, and blinked in surprise at the duo.
"Ran? When did you get here? I thought you were with Nakamori-san..." Amazing, blondie could actually talk without hitting the upper register. Wait, 'with Nakamori'? Did she mean Aoko? His daughter was associating with these maniacs?!
"Sonoko? Sonoko! Are you in here?" His head snapped in the direction of the door at the female voice, and blondie's jaw dropped as Aoko and the brunette teen walked in the door. For a moment everyone was struck speechless at the sight of the twin girls, then Nakamori leapt to his feet with a roar. Or an attempted roar.
"KID--" was all he managed to croak out, just as blondie let out a shriek of delight.
"It's KID-sama! Ran! Look! KID-sama is pretending to be you!" the blonde was dancing in place, but Nakamori was more interested in why the thief was still just standing there, even when his cover was so obviously blown. And why the damn brat was still smirking at the disguised thief.
"Conan-kun! Are you alright?" the brunette (the real one Nakamori reminded himself) said nervously, staring at the smirking boy worriedly. Nakamori forced himself not to launch himself at the thief (a natural reaction), aware that the situation had just turned messy now that KID had a hostage.
"I'm fine Ran-neechan!" the brat said chirpily, and KID winced again as the boy shifted. The keibu growled. The idiot boy had no sense of self preservation! He was being held hostage by a criminal! And yes, it was KID, but that was no excuse for the brat to be cheerful about it!
"Tantei-kuuun~..." the thief whimpered, and it sounded so odd to hear the obviously male voice coming from the girl's face. It was then that Nakamori noticed the...sensitive place the brat has his foot pressed against. He winced himself. Okay, brat had just been officially upgraded to hellion.
"I seem to be at a bit of a...disadvantage," KID said weakly, still staring straight ahead and not moving at all. The hellion was still secure in his (her?!) arms, but even if the thief dropped the boy the brat could get in a really good kick.
Out of the corner of his eye, Nakamori saw Aoko gathering herself for a tirade; he recognized the set of the jaw, the squaring of the shoulders. His daughter was about to go on the war path.
"KID!" Aoko roared, and it was easy to see where she'd gotten her lungs from. "You let go of Conan-kun right this instant! How dare you take advantage of an innocent little boy!" She reached into the corner, hauling out the coat rack and swinging it threateningly at the pair.
'Innocent?!' the keibu couldn't help but mouth, even as KID swallowed noticeably.
"That's right!" the brunette added hotly, setting herself into some sort of martial art pose. "What are you going to do with Conan-kun?"
"Yes, what are you going to do, Kaitou KID-san?" the hellion asked innocently, giving the disguised thief a wide-eyed look.
"KID-sama! Let Chibi-chan go! You can take me instead!" blondie cried enthusiastically, and Nakamori had to resist the urge to throttle the girl.
Instead he leapt over the desk, determined not to let this rare chance of catching KID slip from his grasp. His daughter apparently had the same idea as she launched herself at the thief, swinging the coat rack in a beautifully calculated and well-practiced arc.
Even as he moved, blondie threw herself into his path. " No! I won't let you arrest my KID-sama!" she cried, then yelped as he collided with her and they went down in a tangle of limbs. A loud 'crack' resounded through the air as the real brunette snapped the coat rack in half with a well placed kick.
"Aoko-chan! You could have hit Conan-kun!" the brunette admonished his stunned daughter.
Nakamori struggled to detangle himself from his teenage baggage, twisting in time to see KID-as-brunette whisper something in the brat's ear, causing the boy to go red. That second of inattention was all KID needed, and the room abruptly filled with cloying white smoke. Nakamori choked and cursed, lunging to his feet and staggering to where he'd last seen KID, but only groped empty air.
As the smoke cleared, KID was no where to be seen (Nakamori cursed some more, thankful his voice was gone and Aoko wasn't paying attention) and the brat was now in the real brunette's surprised embrace. She immediately set the coughing boy on the ground, checking him over carefully for any injuries.
"Chibi-chan! Where did KID-sama go?" blondie demanded, just as in the same breath Aoko cried, "Conan-kun! Where did that idiot thief go?" The two girls paused to glare at each other, while the brunette fussed quietly over the brat. Nakamori had had enough.
A moment later all four youths had been ejected from his office (Aoko more gently than the others), and the keibu took great pleasure in slamming the door behind them. Nothing, absolutely nothing was worth tangling with that brat again.
(It was shortly after that the precinct trembled in terror at the silent keibu's rage at finding KID's cape and hang glider missing from his office.)
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Case: Nakamori & Sonoko - Closed
Next case: Hakuba & Conan
Thirty not-quite-unrelated stories that lead our darling detective and his frustrating foe along the path of romance (that's Shinichi and Kid, for the unenlightened). Will be KaitoxShinichi.
Sonoko has a thing or two to say to the person harassing her Kid-sama. Nakamori wonders why the young don't respect his authority, dammit.
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Case 04 - Nakamori & Sonoko
If anyone were to observe Nakamori-keibu at this moment, they would wonder what the innocent looking wall had done to receive such a venomous glare from the man. Of course, he was only glaring at the wall because glaring at the teenager ranting at the top of her lungs encouraged her to new levels of outrage. But still, it was rather amazing that there wasn't a hole burned through the plaster just from the heat of his gaze, or that the wallpaper hadn't yet peeled away from the girl's piercing voice.
"...and I've held my peace for long enough! Your relentless hounding is interfering with our precious KID-watching time..."
Would it be assault or self defense if he attempted to duct tape the girl's mouth shut? He was sure he had some somewhere in his desk...
"...not fair! How come you get to keep KID-sama's cape! I've never even got to touch..."
This was hell, wasn't it? There was no other explanation for what he was suffering through. When he found out just who had let the girl in to his office, he was going to take great pleasure in assigning them to janitorial duties. He could do that, right?
Nakamori took a moment to tune out the girl (not that he'd been paying much attention anyway) and observe the other pair in the room.
The brunette teenager was still holding the brat close, and both were staring in a combination of shock, embarrassment, and amusement (the brat again) at the ranting girl. The boy still looked rather uncomfortable in the embrace, as if he wasn't used to being held like that at all. Which was odd, because the girl (obviously his caretaker) hadn't even hesitated when she scooped him up.
So...a brat who was fearless in the face of criminals, but folded like a stack of cards in the face of one teenage girl? Something didn't add up here, and the keibu was damned if he knew what. The boy was awkward in his dealings with people, and the odd mood swings screamed that he had certain 'acts' for certain people. Which was the real face then?
Probably not little-innocent-angel face. Nakamori glanced again at the brat, who was grimacing at blondie's tirade. Definitely not. Then there was the sullen-brat act the kid had going on. Well, that one had pretty much failed when the boy had gotten angry. So...was the angry kid the real thing? Except that even in the heat of anger the brat watched what he said...
Nakamori growled in frustration. Okay, so the brat was good at hiding his true intentions, not that any kid should be able to do that. It still didn't explain what he had to do with KID! If he was a fan, why was he chasing after the thief? If he wanted the thief arrested, why wouldn't he tell him what he knew?!
He abruptly tuned back in to the 'conversation' as what was being said finally registered in his ears.
"...and as president of the Kaitou KID fan club it is my duty to see that only those worthy enough can get close to KID-sama--"
"You have a club for that insufferable thief?" he broke in, sheer horror giving his voice power enough to cut through the girl's tirade. Nakamori knew KID had fans, the crowds screaming his alias being a bit of a give away. But the thought of hundreds of panting women mobbing them when they caught the thief was almost bad enough to make him hope they never did.
"Of course!" blondie said indignantly. "Imagine; a gentleman thief, stealing by the light of the moon, but his heart cries out from his forced loneliness! Then a fair maiden catches his eye from within the crowd, and he's overcome with such longing that he risks capture just for the gift of her name..."
Nakamori was gratified to see the horrified disgust he felt reflected on the brat's face. The brunette teen had an odd look on her face, as if she were torn between amusement and dismay. Was she a friend of blondie's?
"Enough!" he cried, unable to take any more of the teeny drivel the girl was spouting. "If you're so worried about who's after KID, why don't you something about that little brat?" he ranted, gesturing wildly at the boy. Blondie didn't even bother to look where he indicated.
"Chibi-chan?" Dear gods, were the brat's antics that predictable? "Why should I? At least if the kid manages to catch KID-sama I'll get to see him up close!"
"What do you mean catch him? The brat is just a brat!" Nakamori snarled. The girl crossed her arms, sniffing at him in disapproval.
"Chibi-chan's better than that! He managed to stop KID-sama from stealing Mother's Black Star pearl a few years ago!" blondie said scathingly. Damn, that was true, wasn't it? Nakamori had forgotten that. What else about the brat had he dismissed? "Not that he should have interfered with KID-sama's work! Ah~! KID-sama can come steal from me any day!" the girl sighed, staring starry eyed into the distance. Nakamori thumped his desk angrily.
"KID is a criminal! I don't care what any of you brats say, I'm going to arrest him!" Why did he feel like a kid himself by saying that?
"Oh yeah? You'll never catch KID-sama! He's too good!" blondie yelled back, snapping out of her private day dream.
"Shut up! I'll get him eventually! His luck can only hold out for so long!" he snarled, pounding a fist into the desk again. The girl shot him a cunning look.
"Then I'll have to hire my own detective, and when he catches KID-sama he'll turn him over to me!' she exclaimed triumphantly.
"You can't do that!" he roared. "KID is min--" His voice finally gave in to the abuse it had been suffering from all night, and abruptly cut out on him. He coughed, attempting to speak again, but only managed an unintelligible croak. Blondie was looking at him incredulously.
"You..." she said, pointing a finger at him accusingly. "You want KID-sama to yourself! I see it now!" He all but fell out of his chair in horror, eyes bugging out of his head. Ignoring his outraged gestures, blondie continued relentlessly. "This is terrible! It's hard enough keeping the women in line, but now we have to worry about the men too?!"
Nakamori's attention was drawn away from the girl at an odd sound, and he saw the brat glaring smugly (was that even possible?) up at his white faced guardian. Who was holding onto the brat rather stiffly, now that he came to notice. Blondie turned to see what had caught his attention, and blinked in surprise at the duo.
"Ran? When did you get here? I thought you were with Nakamori-san..." Amazing, blondie could actually talk without hitting the upper register. Wait, 'with Nakamori'? Did she mean Aoko? His daughter was associating with these maniacs?!
"Sonoko? Sonoko! Are you in here?" His head snapped in the direction of the door at the female voice, and blondie's jaw dropped as Aoko and the brunette teen walked in the door. For a moment everyone was struck speechless at the sight of the twin girls, then Nakamori leapt to his feet with a roar. Or an attempted roar.
"KID--" was all he managed to croak out, just as blondie let out a shriek of delight.
"It's KID-sama! Ran! Look! KID-sama is pretending to be you!" the blonde was dancing in place, but Nakamori was more interested in why the thief was still just standing there, even when his cover was so obviously blown. And why the damn brat was still smirking at the disguised thief.
"Conan-kun! Are you alright?" the brunette (the real one Nakamori reminded himself) said nervously, staring at the smirking boy worriedly. Nakamori forced himself not to launch himself at the thief (a natural reaction), aware that the situation had just turned messy now that KID had a hostage.
"I'm fine Ran-neechan!" the brat said chirpily, and KID winced again as the boy shifted. The keibu growled. The idiot boy had no sense of self preservation! He was being held hostage by a criminal! And yes, it was KID, but that was no excuse for the brat to be cheerful about it!
"Tantei-kuuun~..." the thief whimpered, and it sounded so odd to hear the obviously male voice coming from the girl's face. It was then that Nakamori noticed the...sensitive place the brat has his foot pressed against. He winced himself. Okay, brat had just been officially upgraded to hellion.
"I seem to be at a bit of a...disadvantage," KID said weakly, still staring straight ahead and not moving at all. The hellion was still secure in his (her?!) arms, but even if the thief dropped the boy the brat could get in a really good kick.
Out of the corner of his eye, Nakamori saw Aoko gathering herself for a tirade; he recognized the set of the jaw, the squaring of the shoulders. His daughter was about to go on the war path.
"KID!" Aoko roared, and it was easy to see where she'd gotten her lungs from. "You let go of Conan-kun right this instant! How dare you take advantage of an innocent little boy!" She reached into the corner, hauling out the coat rack and swinging it threateningly at the pair.
'Innocent?!' the keibu couldn't help but mouth, even as KID swallowed noticeably.
"That's right!" the brunette added hotly, setting herself into some sort of martial art pose. "What are you going to do with Conan-kun?"
"Yes, what are you going to do, Kaitou KID-san?" the hellion asked innocently, giving the disguised thief a wide-eyed look.
"KID-sama! Let Chibi-chan go! You can take me instead!" blondie cried enthusiastically, and Nakamori had to resist the urge to throttle the girl.
Instead he leapt over the desk, determined not to let this rare chance of catching KID slip from his grasp. His daughter apparently had the same idea as she launched herself at the thief, swinging the coat rack in a beautifully calculated and well-practiced arc.
Even as he moved, blondie threw herself into his path. " No! I won't let you arrest my KID-sama!" she cried, then yelped as he collided with her and they went down in a tangle of limbs. A loud 'crack' resounded through the air as the real brunette snapped the coat rack in half with a well placed kick.
"Aoko-chan! You could have hit Conan-kun!" the brunette admonished his stunned daughter.
Nakamori struggled to detangle himself from his teenage baggage, twisting in time to see KID-as-brunette whisper something in the brat's ear, causing the boy to go red. That second of inattention was all KID needed, and the room abruptly filled with cloying white smoke. Nakamori choked and cursed, lunging to his feet and staggering to where he'd last seen KID, but only groped empty air.
As the smoke cleared, KID was no where to be seen (Nakamori cursed some more, thankful his voice was gone and Aoko wasn't paying attention) and the brat was now in the real brunette's surprised embrace. She immediately set the coughing boy on the ground, checking him over carefully for any injuries.
"Chibi-chan! Where did KID-sama go?" blondie demanded, just as in the same breath Aoko cried, "Conan-kun! Where did that idiot thief go?" The two girls paused to glare at each other, while the brunette fussed quietly over the brat. Nakamori had had enough.
A moment later all four youths had been ejected from his office (Aoko more gently than the others), and the keibu took great pleasure in slamming the door behind them. Nothing, absolutely nothing was worth tangling with that brat again.
(It was shortly after that the precinct trembled in terror at the silent keibu's rage at finding KID's cape and hang glider missing from his office.)
Case: Nakamori & Sonoko - Closed
Next case: Hakuba & Conan