I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS

Are you rejecting my efforts so soon, darling?

jerkaito-blog:

• Candy Cigarettes: Because pretending to smoke via hardened sugar sticks is almost as cool and health threatening as actually smoking.  Don’t actually light these, kids.  Write a drabble about one of our muses trying to look cool and impress the other.

AND continuing on—!

It was about a minute of constant blaring later that Kudou Shinichi rattled on the door, meeting a distressed Kuze who seemed both confused, lost, and seemed to be developing a headache from the onslaught of sound. Practically, the beeping should have subsided by now, but Kaito had previously tampered with it incase either of his roommates didn’t react accordingly to the urgency one would expect. Of course, they had performed just fine, except given that the circumstances had flung him to the floor, he was not enjoying this at all — in fact, there was zero satisfaction from his end.

Now, if you could imagine how pissed off Kaito was right now, that Tsukamoto’s reflexes hadn’t fully picked him up off the thief’s smaller and lighter form, then you could also imagine how much more annoyed he was going to be when he heard the back and forth conversation between a panicked Kuze and a composed Kudou.

“Where is the fire?” Kudou said, his voice as cool as a cucumber. A set of eyes were not required to witness the very expression on his face; his tone said all. He could imagine it right now, his raised brows, his slightly angled hip, a signature concentrated yet concretely confident expression.

“I— I don’t know, I think it might be in the kitchen.” Kuze seemed to be trying to mirror this, with his baritone currently struggling to rid itself of his earlier panic. Kaito could tell, primarily because he’d already memorized the police officer’s voice for later use.

Approximately three seconds later — he could not believe he was timing all this, he was that irritated with himself that the faster he was out of this, the better — and Kudou was in the room, readily prepared with one of those fire extinguishers from down the hallway in the landing. Blue eyes lock onto every single appliance that could possibly cause such a thing, then Kuze entered the room with an air of disorientation and helplessly did the same. By this time, Tsukamoto had sat up and looked as though he was the only one in the room who really got what had just happened; that Kaito had attempted yet another prank on him.

“No one was cooking?” Cowlick asked, turning to Kuze for answers.

“I don’t think so, do you think it could have malfunctioned?” The raven sighed in relief, yet with his superior in the household, straightened up to maintain the controlled attitude a police officer should have.

“There’s no fire.” Kaito breathed as he slid out from between the detective’s legs, rubbing the back of his head with a wince that he was not prepared for, given how the initial hit had just made him feel ignorantly numb.

“I see… but surely the smoke must have triggered it?” Oh. Clearly someone felt silly for rushing in here when there was no source of danger. Kaito could only define meitantei’s behaviour as a stupid attempt to look cool.

“Do you think so?” Kuze took the bait.

“I can take another look around the hous—”

“THERE’S NO FIRE.”

jerkaito-blog:

• Peeps: Ayo got myself some sweet kicks with my peeps.  This isn’t middle school, so calling your companions your “peeps” is no longer a sicknasty thing to do.. In fact, it’s downright embarrassing.  Almost as bad as the time you thought these artificial sugar covered marshmallows were the bomb-diggity.  Write a drabble about one of our muses giving the other a surprise that was better in the theory than in practice.

Kaito was still sour about the pony thing not working out. It hadn’t occurred to him that Hibiki would actually bail out, and therefore he decided that this time, he was going to do it alone. The kitchen had been cleared that morning in the wait for tea time, the faint smell of antibacterial liquid wavering around the room, but that wasn’t the only scent he planned on reproducing through chemicals.

The scene? Hallway currently unoccupied, livingroom containing the presence of one Tsukamoto Mamoru, and their bedrooms each vacant sans for the one their third room mate resided in. Above the sparkling tiles of the kitchen towered a silver ladder, reaching up the ceiling just below the small contraption that would aid instigating fear for this, uh, prank. The costs were a little high, and injury was predicted, but it wasn’t like the thief to stop a whole heist because he had to knock out a policeman with a wrench or two. Granted, this wasn’t a KID surprise, but a Kuroba surprise, and his idea of a good shock came out just a tiiiny bit more childish than his persona’s sense of humor would allow.

And finally, the mid section of the hallway up until the door frame of the kitchen had been prepped with baby oil. It took Kaito approximately three seconds to climb up the ladder and hold a small lighter up to the smoke detector, triggering a blaring screech throughout the apartment. He swung down in another two seconds flat, depositing the prepretrating device into his pocket and stood at the front door in waiting. Faintly, he could hear some yelp of shock coming from the further away section of the house, most probably Hibiki, while a series of tapping footstep noises stormed in from the living room, just as planned.

…

“O-Oi!”

… What was not planned, however, was Tsukamoto’s foot catching the baby oil and sending him sailing right into the kitchen. In theory, it should have just wiggled him to the side and brought him crashing down, but his balance was apparently better than Kaito had accounted for. The magician shrieked and reclined to the best of his agile ability, but the older man came crashing into him and sent him flying on the ground with a whole load of weight to carry on top. Dizziness came first, then a horrid pain spiraling from his shoulders to his head, and then he heard his victim groaning above him.

Well shit.

jerkaito:

“That guy’s really got you running errands in a snowstorm?” Kaito rose a brow - not that such seemed unlike meitantei. Whatever the danger, as long as Kaito was involved somehow, he would challenge it.

“I’m sure he won’t mind if I keep you for a night.” The magician hummed, letting Mystery sit on the shelf above the radiator. “I’ll just bug him about bakeries not even being open on Christmas when he gets home.”

“HACHOO!”

Urgh… he was getting a cold. Either way, it would take some time for Mystery to return (not that he expected her to soon), so Shinichi settled on continuing his work and finishing what he had to do for the year.

“Need more coffee…”

jerkaito:

At first, Kaito had mistaken it for one of his special doves who had come back with information, but after opening the the window, he’d found it wasn’t. It was the kind of thing he could tell, really.

Plus, he recognized this one as the dove he’d given Shinichi.

“Yo! Back so soon?” He chirped, lifting it onto his finger and— wait, was that a note…?

Yep, it was. The dove was proudly sporting a note that her new owner had attached to her. All rolled up, of course, but we shouldn’t make it too hard for the bird to fly in these heavy winds.

Upon opening the letter, you’ll read the following;

Aloha Kuroba!

Surprised? Well, since Mystery was once yours, I decided that she must be able to deliver a letter. Warm her up a little for me though, because it’s cold outside!

Right now, I’m stuck in my office, so it’s almost impossible to get you a gift as thanks for the dove. My sincere apologies for that.

But I heard you liked sweets! So I bought you a 2000 MNG gift card for this small bakery near Clover. Don’t eat too much though!

Merry Christmas.

⋈ Shinichi Kudou

The dove looks around a bit first before it places her gaze on you. Apparently there is a gift card included with the letter too.

Tick tick tick.

A dove came near the window of Clover #3 and hit its beak softly against the glass a few times. Tick, tick, tick– then some cooing, afterwards once again tick tick tick.

It appears it really wants to come inside.

jerkaito:

“See ya, Kudou.” Kaito waved off, waiting until he had disappeared into the stairway and finally sighing.

‘Public holidays are just not my lucky days.’

jerkaito:

“Heeeh… okay then.” He recovered quickly and rubbed his cheek into his palm. “See you next year, then.” The magician joked, jumping up to grab the mistletoe from above and depositing it in his pocket.

Bad idea, and he wasn’t going to risk it again.

“Un.” Another smile as he made his way to the stairs and gave Kaito one last wave.

“See you next year, Kuroba.”

jerkaito:

“I happen to be living with your work mates, so it was kind of an obvious assumption?” The magician shrugged, but sunk back into a halt once Shinichi pressed forward.

Argh! Why didn’t the Greek have some sort of rules about mistletoes?!

… Actually, Kaito didn’t want to hear what they’d say about it. He was pretty damn sure his teacher had enthused about how a kiss under the mistletoe signified love and promise of marriage in their eyes.

But aside from that, back to the picture. Shinichi. God, the look Kaito gave him was mixed between disgust and embarrassment. Eventually he directed that expression at the floor.

"Yeah, Merry Christmas…”

Shinichi moved off again and smiled like nothing had happened. Sure, Japanese people weren’t very expressive, but in some countries; cheek kisses were a mere greeting. Although Kaito’s reaction was very cute. Like, really cute.

“Thank you for the dove. I’ll take good care of her.” And then he shortly ruffled the other’s hair. “I’m busy, so I probably won’t see you much until the end of the year, but do stop by some time after that. I’ll brew you some good coffee. ”

jerkaito:

“Your own… what?”

Honestly, this was a detective talking to him. Kaito liked mysterious but these guys practically thrived on mysteries. He shouldn’t have expected anything else.

“Swiftly moving forward, what did you want? You must have stopped by here for Kuze or Tsukamoto, right?”

“I hadn’t very much expected to see those here, so no. Are you that surprised that a neighbour actually came to see you?” But despite saying that, he moved a little closer until his breath was in the other’s neck.

“On behalf of the mistletoe above your door;” he whispered, his lips soon pressed against Kaito’s cheek for a moment, “Merry Christmas.”