Proving a Point (Fanfic100)
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candyficsTitle: Proving a Point
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Prompt: #4—insides
Word Count: 650 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: You couldn’t be a gentleman if your life depended on it! Kaito/Aoko
Something about the way Aoko sighed caught his attention. Kaito lifted his nose from where it had been properly buried in his hot fudge sundae (such were the important things in life, after all) and looked up at her. “What’s up?”
“Just watching,” she nodded towards some sight out the restaurant window. He followed her gaze to see a young man across the street opening a car door for a young lady. Judging by the way she put her hand on his and smiled, it was probably his significant other. Once the woman was clear, he closed the car door and offered her his arm; she took it, and they headed into the store across the street.
“…why were you watching that?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s just nice to see that there are still gentlemen in the world,” she commented, taking another bite of her own ice cream and turning her attention back to him.
Still, there was something about the way she said it that made him pause. “…what is that supposed to mean?” He knew it was a bad question to ask, but his pride wouldn’t let that hint of whatever-it-was in her voice go by without question.
Aoko chucked. “Oh, Kaito,” she stirred her ice cream in its bowl. “You’re usually a very sweet person, but you’re not a gentleman by any stretch of the imagination.” The way she said it…so matter-of-factly…it bugged him. It bugged him a lot.
“Says who?” he retorted, putting his spoon down and frowning. “I could be a gentleman if I wanted—it’s just a lot more fun to flip your skirt!”
“I rest my case.”
The rest of the ice cream stop was quite sullen on Kaito’s part, though Aoko was as animated as ever. When the last melted drippings had been slurped and the last bit of hot fudge scraped from the inside of their bowls, they headed back out. Kaito had agreed to go shopping with her (which he already knew translated as getting dragged along to whatever store she wanted to visit and carrying whatever packages she accumulated), but now he was thinking that was a bad idea.
She’d said there was another place she wanted to stop, so they headed on their way. Kaito was still sulking a bit at her earlier comment—if she knew about his “night job,” she’d probably realize that he was perfectly capable of being the perfect gentleman she was talking about…
But then she’d probably kill him.
Lose-lose situation right there.
But as they went along, he became acutely aware of something. Suddenly, it seemed that everywhere he looked, there were guys doing…stuff. Gentlemanly…stuff. Opening doors for their girls. Offering arms to help their girls up steps. Stepping aside to let any ladies in the vicinity go first.
It was like the whole world had decided to rub Aoko’s accusation in his face.
And finally, it all became too much for his pride.
“Fine!” Kaito huffed, and Aoko jumped at the sudden outburst. “You want gentleman? You’ll get gentleman. Here—let me get the door for you!” To prove his point, he darted ahead to the entryway of the store she’d said she wanted to go into….
…but he had to wait for a while as Aoko was momentarily doubled over with laughter. She was still wiping away tears of amusement as she walked past him into the shop. She did, however, manage a choked “Thank you, Kaito” on her way inside.
After all, it wasn’t every day that a girl had somebody put their foot down to open—and hold—an automatic door for her.
PS. I saw this little comic in some book my mom had lying around—a guy is opening an automatic door for a girl. And I thought it was hilarious, and immediately had to make it a story :) Hope you enjoyed the little weirdness. Thanks for reading, everyone—much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: General series
Prompt: #4—insides
Word Count: 650 words
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: You couldn’t be a gentleman if your life depended on it! Kaito/Aoko
Something about the way Aoko sighed caught his attention. Kaito lifted his nose from where it had been properly buried in his hot fudge sundae (such were the important things in life, after all) and looked up at her. “What’s up?”
“Just watching,” she nodded towards some sight out the restaurant window. He followed her gaze to see a young man across the street opening a car door for a young lady. Judging by the way she put her hand on his and smiled, it was probably his significant other. Once the woman was clear, he closed the car door and offered her his arm; she took it, and they headed into the store across the street.
“…why were you watching that?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s just nice to see that there are still gentlemen in the world,” she commented, taking another bite of her own ice cream and turning her attention back to him.
Still, there was something about the way she said it that made him pause. “…what is that supposed to mean?” He knew it was a bad question to ask, but his pride wouldn’t let that hint of whatever-it-was in her voice go by without question.
Aoko chucked. “Oh, Kaito,” she stirred her ice cream in its bowl. “You’re usually a very sweet person, but you’re not a gentleman by any stretch of the imagination.” The way she said it…so matter-of-factly…it bugged him. It bugged him a lot.
“Says who?” he retorted, putting his spoon down and frowning. “I could be a gentleman if I wanted—it’s just a lot more fun to flip your skirt!”
“I rest my case.”
The rest of the ice cream stop was quite sullen on Kaito’s part, though Aoko was as animated as ever. When the last melted drippings had been slurped and the last bit of hot fudge scraped from the inside of their bowls, they headed back out. Kaito had agreed to go shopping with her (which he already knew translated as getting dragged along to whatever store she wanted to visit and carrying whatever packages she accumulated), but now he was thinking that was a bad idea.
She’d said there was another place she wanted to stop, so they headed on their way. Kaito was still sulking a bit at her earlier comment—if she knew about his “night job,” she’d probably realize that he was perfectly capable of being the perfect gentleman she was talking about…
But then she’d probably kill him.
Lose-lose situation right there.
But as they went along, he became acutely aware of something. Suddenly, it seemed that everywhere he looked, there were guys doing…stuff. Gentlemanly…stuff. Opening doors for their girls. Offering arms to help their girls up steps. Stepping aside to let any ladies in the vicinity go first.
It was like the whole world had decided to rub Aoko’s accusation in his face.
And finally, it all became too much for his pride.
“Fine!” Kaito huffed, and Aoko jumped at the sudden outburst. “You want gentleman? You’ll get gentleman. Here—let me get the door for you!” To prove his point, he darted ahead to the entryway of the store she’d said she wanted to go into….
…but he had to wait for a while as Aoko was momentarily doubled over with laughter. She was still wiping away tears of amusement as she walked past him into the shop. She did, however, manage a choked “Thank you, Kaito” on her way inside.
After all, it wasn’t every day that a girl had somebody put their foot down to open—and hold—an automatic door for her.
PS. I saw this little comic in some book my mom had lying around—a guy is opening an automatic door for a girl. And I thought it was hilarious, and immediately had to make it a story :) Hope you enjoyed the little weirdness. Thanks for reading, everyone—much love!
