Kaito just loves throwing Saguru for a loop, doesn't he?

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Title: Of French Maids
Author:  Yutaya
Word Count: 737
Rating:  PG
Warnings: Um...not yaoi, per say, but could definatley be read as shounen-ai.  Or just Kaito being Kaito.  Whichever you prefer.  Personally, I like both.
Pairings: Um...could be Kaito/Hakuba, mentions of Shinichi/Heiji, slight hints towards Kaito/Shinichi...but again, it all depends on how you chose to interpret things.

 

Since Hakuba Saguru was a detective, he generally wasn't suprised by too much.  He could usually figure out when something was going to happen (as well as what would happen) before it did.  Unfortunately for him, Kuroba Kaito specialized in the unexpected.

It was Tuesday.  Normally a rather boring day, with the week not entirely just started and not yet halfway through.  However, this was not an average Tuesday.

Kaito strolled up to Saguru's desk on this abnormal tuesday morning, foregoing his usual bickering and mop chase with Nakamori Aoko, and promptly sat backwards in the chair in front of Saguru's desk so as to look into his eyes.

"Saguru, we need to talk."

Saguru was slightly suprised by the use of his given name, but he refused to allow it to deter him.

"Oh?  Could it be that you want to confess?"

"Yes."

The answer was definate, the voice was steady, and all the while, Kuroba's eyes were locked with Saguru's.

"...Really?"

"Yes."

Kuroba took a deep breath now, as if steeling himself for some impossible task.

"I...Saguru, I lied to you."

"..."

This wasn't really news to Saguru: Kuroba lied to him every time the other boy claimed that he wasn't the infamous Kaitou Kid.  Saguru had high doubts that that was what Kuroba was talking about, however.  Why would he now, after such a long period of silence, decide to come clean?  He must have some ulterior motive.  But then again, this was Kuroba...

"I just...Saguru, it's the outfit."

"...eh?"

What about Kuroba's Kid outfit?  Did he finally understabd how out-of-date it was?

"I...I'm sorry,but it makes me feels so self-consious.  I don't think I can wear it."

Well, that thing had better make Kuroba feel bad: it was a huge target of a tux, for both the police and those guys in black who had been showing up lately during heists to take pot shots at the Kid.  Even so...

"You can't not wear it!  I haven't caught you yet!"

Kuroba was shaking his head now, a very sad expression on his face.

"I'm sorry...I know you have some sort of a thing for French maids, but-"

"...eh?"

French maids?  What?  What?  Saguru's mental state at the moment was something like: sizzle...sizzle...fizz...pop!

"Of course, I'm talking about the french maid outfit you gave me.  I know I said I loved it, but really, I can't.  It makes me feel too much like Akako."

From where she was sitting, watching their 'conversation' (the entire class was watching, actually - why hadn't he noticed that?), the scarlet witch raised one perfect eyebrow.

Hakuba's mind was still blank.

"...eh?"

"So, I'm really sorry, Saguru, but I..."

And he grabbed Saguru's hands, looking even more deeply (if that was possible) into the other boy's eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I feel that we can't have secrets in this relationship.  I'm ending it."

"...eh!?"

"Yes, yes, I know, this is horribly hard on me too.  I can feel my heart breaking into tiny, tiny peices like my head when Aoko hits it with her mop."

(Had she not been so stunned, the Inspector's daughter would probably hit him for that remark.)

"And I know that you probably want to try and convince me now to stay by your side, but alas, I have more terrible news.  I fear you will no longer want me back after this.  ...I cheated on you."

"...eh!?!?"

I know, I know, and I'm so sorry Saguru, but he... he captivated me with those peircing eyes behind those beautiful bullet proof glasses, that determination in his face, the way his hair fell crookedly as he reached to knock me out..."

"...EH!?!?"

But it was only a one time thing, Saguru, I swear.  My heart belongs only to you, and besides, he already has someone else."

"..."

"Yes, that Osakan boy, the one with the dark skin.  But really, Saguru, why you would be wondering about that at a time like this?  Our relationship is very strained now because of my actions, and I can understand if you never want to see me again, but please know this, Saguru.  I am now, and will always be, you're faithful adoring slave-for-life.  Please don't forget about me and all the good times we had together.  Farewell, Saguru."

And with that, he walked out, leaving Saguru blankly minded in the room with all of his classmates staring at him.

Comments

[ickaimp.livejournal.com]

Poor Saguru. No brain. NO Brain at all, brain went Bai-Bai. *snickers*

A favour, if I could ask of you... Put this under an lj cut? Thanks.

[yutaya.livejournal.com]

*stares at message for 5 minutes before realizing what Icka is talking about*

Oh, crud! Can't believe I forgot...okay so I can believe it... Thanks! ^^;;

[haganeno901.livejournal.com]

... *snerk* I love you. XD Would've been nice if it was real.

[summercloud.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry...I know you have some sort of a thing for French maids, but-"

Oh yes. What a terribly, terribly cruel joke to play on someone. And such a very public way to break up, too.

...and I can so see Akako setting something like this up.

[yutaya.livejournal.com]

*grins*

The French maid thing is actually a bit of a tribute to a friend of mine – I don’t see her that often but whenever I do I seem to end up thinking like Akako for several days. ^^; She’s apparently wearing a French maid costume for Halloween (to school as well as a party afterwards.) To quote…who was it that wrote that fic which involved Kaito blackmailing Hakuba with pics from a Christmas party thing where Akako sat in his lap and sang ‘Santa Baby’? Anyway, the outfit’s “up to here and down to there”, and her boyfriend gave it to her because he apparently has a French maid fetish, and when I was sick and could do nothing but think and write, I remembered that conversation and was immediately attacked by plunnies.

^^; none of you really thought I had enough imagination to come up with that on my own, right?

She’ll probably never know what a help she is to me. (Not a DC/MK fan) Although…not counting my brother she’s probably the closest I’ve managed to come to converting the people around me. That same day I told her that DC involved a teenager being shrunken to the size of a little kid, and the majority of people who know his true identity are male. ^^; *pause* …also not counting my dad. I’ve got him reading Ysabet’s Windfall. ^^;;;;

And…this is gonna be longer than the story if I keep typing, so I’ll stop.

[wren-chan.livejournal.com]

You are so, so mean, Kaito. I'm so proud of you.

(Wait'll Heiji finds out~!)

[mariechar.livejournal.com]

....Blerg?? haha! Poor Hakuba. I've actually done something like this before, but without the French Maid outfit. Or at least tried, I ran away when the girl started playing along o_O;; scarily playing along

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*dies*