[MK Fic: Laundry] Clones are people two
Jun. 24th, 2003 10:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpIs tuesday. Definately tuesday. blargh.
Anyway, stupid plot bunnie that's been floating around for a while. ^^;;
"Where IS it?!" Kaito murmured to himself as he frantically tore his room apart. He flipped up his mattress, checking under there with near worried eyes. There was nothing there of course, no self respecting thief would hide something in so common a place, but it couldn't hurt to look just in case it slipped under there. "Nope. Where is it?"
"Whereisit?!" He hissed to himself again, grabbing his hair with his hands in frustration. "Whereisit?!Whereisit?!Whereisit?!!!"
The Kid had an early night heist last night, enough time that he was able to relax and have fun as himself in normal clothes. And he'd had the jewel on him when he got home... but now that he'd figured out the perfect way to send it to Nakamori-keibu, he couldn't find it. And it was driving him nuts!
He'd checked his father's hidden room already, and found no sign of it there. The only other place he could possibly think if it being would be the laundry basket-
... oh, shoot his monkey...
His mother was currently doing laundry.
It didn't matter if she knew or not, it wasn't like he had told her or anything, but she'd have to be really really dense not to know that he'd taken up his father's mantle, and his mother was far from dense. But he really did NOT want to explain what a Kid heist was doing in his pants pockets.
"KAITOOOO!" His mother called from down the hall. He winced as footsteps marched down the hall, his bedroom door swinging wide open to reveal the irritated face of his mother. "How many times do I have to tell you to -empty out your pockets- before you put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket!?" She ranted.
"Uh... oops?" He gave her a sheepish look.
She glared at him another second, watching him squirm before tossing him a wet sock. "Check your pockets in the future, or you're doing your own laundry from here on out." She growled before stalking off.
He caught the sock automatically, staring after her, not certain if he had gotten off the hook or not. Then reality re-inserted itself and he realised that the sock was heavier then normal.
Kaito blinked, then opened up the sock and peered inside. Mixed in with a few small yen, a set of lock picks, a screwdriver and his ID was the heist from last night. He spared a moment to attempt to figure out how they all got in there, but dismissed from mind as one of those things better of not knowing.
He then grinned, a new plan of action coming to mind.
After all, Nakamori-keibu was always griping about how the coffee at the station house tasted like old gym socks...
-fin-
Anyway, stupid plot bunnie that's been floating around for a while. ^^;;
"Where IS it?!" Kaito murmured to himself as he frantically tore his room apart. He flipped up his mattress, checking under there with near worried eyes. There was nothing there of course, no self respecting thief would hide something in so common a place, but it couldn't hurt to look just in case it slipped under there. "Nope. Where is it?"
"Whereisit?!" He hissed to himself again, grabbing his hair with his hands in frustration. "Whereisit?!Whereisit?!Whereisit?!!!"
The Kid had an early night heist last night, enough time that he was able to relax and have fun as himself in normal clothes. And he'd had the jewel on him when he got home... but now that he'd figured out the perfect way to send it to Nakamori-keibu, he couldn't find it. And it was driving him nuts!
He'd checked his father's hidden room already, and found no sign of it there. The only other place he could possibly think if it being would be the laundry basket-
... oh, shoot his monkey...
His mother was currently doing laundry.
It didn't matter if she knew or not, it wasn't like he had told her or anything, but she'd have to be really really dense not to know that he'd taken up his father's mantle, and his mother was far from dense. But he really did NOT want to explain what a Kid heist was doing in his pants pockets.
"KAITOOOO!" His mother called from down the hall. He winced as footsteps marched down the hall, his bedroom door swinging wide open to reveal the irritated face of his mother. "How many times do I have to tell you to -empty out your pockets- before you put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket!?" She ranted.
"Uh... oops?" He gave her a sheepish look.
She glared at him another second, watching him squirm before tossing him a wet sock. "Check your pockets in the future, or you're doing your own laundry from here on out." She growled before stalking off.
He caught the sock automatically, staring after her, not certain if he had gotten off the hook or not. Then reality re-inserted itself and he realised that the sock was heavier then normal.
Kaito blinked, then opened up the sock and peered inside. Mixed in with a few small yen, a set of lock picks, a screwdriver and his ID was the heist from last night. He spared a moment to attempt to figure out how they all got in there, but dismissed from mind as one of those things better of not knowing.
He then grinned, a new plan of action coming to mind.
After all, Nakamori-keibu was always griping about how the coffee at the station house tasted like old gym socks...
-fin-
