TSUKIKO OKAMI

AN: This is a ShinKai fic (just so people are aware of what they'll be reading). Feel free to comment and tell me what you think.
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The Midnight Beauty- Part 1

Shinichi sweat dropped under his collar. He knew there was nothing to be nervous about. After all, it's just the usual extravagant kind of party Sonoko usually throws. He knew the rich girl was planning something tonight but it shouldn't be a problem. They discussed it. He knew what was coming.

Shinichi felt Ran's eyes on him from across the grand ball room. He shuddered at the dreadful feeling of being watched by hawks.

"You look tensed. Regretting already?" Shiho appeared next to him, smirking like the evil woman she is, and fully enjoying his own helplessness.

"Regretting what?" Shinichi mumbled as he crossed his arms, leaning himself further into the wall, as if hoping he might fall right through it and disappear.

"You should just admit to them. Your mother aside, I'm sure Mouri-san would understand. You don't need to keep up the farce, Kudo-kun."

"What farce would that be?" He hissed at her condescending tone.

"Kudo-kun, you and I both know that you are lying. If nobody shows up tonight …"

Just as Shiho's voice dropped, Shinichi heard a few gasps coming from nearby guests. He looked up, noticed that Shiho and others were all looking towards the entrance of the room. He looked ahead and his own mouth dropped open.

A beautiful woman had walked into the room. She wore a deep blue dress that seemed to oddly match her strange coloured eyes. Neither blue nor purple, but a strange mix of shades and the colour seemed to change under the lighting of the room. Her strange eyes were bigger and rounder than usual Japanese eyes and with thick luscious eyelashes to make every woman present seethe with envy. Her skin was of a healthy pale, as if kissed by moonlight and contrasted with the raven of her hair. Her said hair was rather short but suited her perfectly, tamed into a casual square cut, with an elaborated and elegant hairpin holding up one side of her hair above the ear. A flourishing blue rose was blooming from the hairpin, matching the dress of the woman. Her hands were bare if not for the strange pair of silver bracelets hanging, one on each wrist. Her dress flowed with each of her graceful movements and the silk-like fabric melted on her body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination and showing off her beautiful feline figure. Her mannerism and grace caught the eye instantly as she walked lightly on her heeled black shoes.

For a moment, all eyes had turned to admire the unknown beauty.

For only a moment, even Shinichi was caught under her spell.

For just a moment, the lady let her indigo eyes wander over the room until she met the eyes of the detective.

She smiled.

She smiled and the spell broke.

She smiled and everyone held their breath at the beautiful, full-lips, white teeth, perfect smile.

She smiled and everyone realised that the beauty's smile was addressed to someone.

She smiled and all eyes shot around to look at whom this fallen goddess had deemed worthy to smile to.

And just like that, the moment snapped and Shinichi felt himself becoming the focal point of everyone's curiosity and jealousy. He probably should and would have minded. Normally he hates standing out like that (unless he's solving a murder but that's different). Normally, he'd play the wall-flower on those annoying parties. Normally people don't really pay him attention and that's just fine by him.

But right now, he did not care. Right now, with this beautiful woman walking up to him, he did not care. Right now, he rather felt glad that people were watching. He wanted them to watch. He wanted them to see. He wanted them to know.

To know that this woman, this angel, this precious jewel of a person … had come only for him.

"Did I make you wait long, Shinichi~?"

Preview:

Kaito doesn't often get asked these kind of things. Least of all from a detective that until recently was hell-bent on locking him behind bars. However, through some rather sadistic twist of fate, said detective is currently seated opposite to him in a bar, a cold cup of untouched coffee between them, and asking … no, pleading … or is it begging …?

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I'm sure whatever you said cannot be what I heard!" Kaito shook his head as if to clear the absurd thought that he mistakenly heard.

[...]

"I asked if you could be my pretend girlfriend."