Xoxo

"She knows too much," the murderer admitted to himself, "I think she needs to die."

He crept behind her softly, raising the knife with each step, her smile stayed unwavering even as she turned around to face the murderer.

The murderer shot his victim a last glance before the knife plunged into her, a droplet of warm liquid cascaded down his cheek as he examined the limp body splashed in blood.

"I am sorry, my angel."

The television screen flickered black as the movie ended. The teacher turned his attention back to the class. Half the students were crying and the other half were asleep. The teacher shook his head in amusement at the awkward scene as he packed up his things.

"Class dismissed."

Xoxo

Kaito rubbed sleep out of his eyes getting up slowly; he got off the chair and came face to face with a concerned Aoko, staring at him straight in the eye. Their noses were so close, barely touching. His face flushed rapidly as he jumped apart to create some space. If things continued like this, he would have a hard time keeping his poker face on.

Aoko face wrinkled a little as he jumped apart. What the hell made him do that?

"Neh kaito! Why are you always so tired?"

"None of your business you freak" he said, his poker face clamped on tight. Judging by the extreme extent of frowning which occupied Aoko's face, he knew he said something wrong.

"Oh crap."

"What did you say kaito?" her voice becoming louder with each syllable and kaito's face turned pale as he backed away slowly only to have his back pressed against the cold classroom wall.

Aoko towered above him, her eyes screamed bloody murder as a large stick (which Kaito made out as a mop) magically appeared in her hand. He shut his eyes waiting for a particularly painful impact.

But that impact never came.

His eyelids flew open, blue met blue as kaito saw tears brimming in her eyes. His heart sunk. Angry aoko he could handle but sad-teary aoko was a totally different story.

"I have to start using better expressions."

Kaito put his hand on her shoulder and tried to speak. "Aoko? Are you ok?"

Even to his own ears it sounded stupid. How in Kami would she be ok if he hurt her feelings? Honestly a good whack to his head would have done him some good. Distracted, kaito didn't feel the smooth material of the uniform slip away. Kaito suddenly heard the sound of heels clacking hurriedly on the polished school floor. His head snapped up just in time to see the mob of brown hair disappearing from his line of vision. Kaito ran into the hallway calling out her name repeatedly. His heart fell and crashed somewhere between his shoes. Kaito sighed.

"I'll try to apologize later."

Xoxoxoxo

To say that kaito felt tired was an understatement. He had been trying to get in contact with Aoko for the entire afternoon but failed. To put it simply, he felt extremely exhausted.

He had been nearly late for a KID heist because he fell asleep. Imagine what inspector nakamori would do if he didn't turn up. Especially since the inspector went through all the trouble of preparing dozens of traps(which in kaito's opinion was useless) and a certain flirty Brit who was wearing an annoying Sherlock costume and swearing at kaito when he succeeded in escaping through a particular window which the task force had forgotten to close.

Everything was done and Kaito was on his hanglider (in his KID costume of course) on his way home and the most troublesome problem plopped back into his mind.

Aoko

Kaito sighed at the irony. He could complete any heist no matter how hard (without worries and bruises even!) and yet he couldn't apologize to Aoko without his knees shaking. Kaito shook his head animatedly.

"Why did Kami make me fall in love with such a violent woman?"

Distracted with his thoughts he didn't see a certain figure throwing a mop at him from down below.

Xoxoxoxo

Aoko sighed.

Kaito could say the worst possible things sometimes! Even if kaito had a shred of humility in him, she would not be trying to overcome the guilt he left her with from the after school events.

"Do you even like me at all?" Aoko thought sadly, tears clouding her vision once again. She tried so hard to make herself prettier but the end result was always the same.

"Aoko! Are you even a girl?"

"Hey stop beating me you your breasts even developed yet?"

And more recently,

"None of your business you freak."

Honestly, she could not take it anymore. Why would kaito want her when all the girls who flocked to him were so much prettier, more feminine and perfect?

Tears cascaded down her cheeks like a waterfall as she walked out to the balcony to stare at the moon. Then she spotted something familiar. Aoko squinted her eyes for a sharper image.

Her eyes widened as she realized who it was.

White suit

White hanglider

Monocle

Kaito kid.

Aoko rushed back into the room picking up the nearest item (which was apparently a mop) and threw it at the flying figure with all her strength. Aoko smirked as the mop hit its target.

She saw the white figure lose control of the hanglider and crash into a nearby tree. Aoko slipped on her footwear as she rushed out to collect her prize.

Xoxoxox

Kaito mentally cursed whoever threw that mop at him although he had a pretty good idea who did it. He panicked as the hanglider started to spiral out of control.

"Oh shit."

The wind slapped his face violently as gravity pulled him to the nearest house which he was once gliding over. Ironic.

However fate had different ideas. Instead of breaking his neck or anywhere for that matter, he landed in a by kaito's definition, a very sharp tree.

Kaito fought to stay conscious as his body numbed with pain. He felt himself hanging on a branch before he saw familiar blue eyes through his monocle.

"Oh no oh no oh no oh no!"

Kaito wanted to scream, run or whatever he could to get away. The numbness completely overtook his body as his vision turned black...

A/N:

I have finally attempted a kaitoXaoko fic! R&R to let me know if its good please.

P.S there is a next chapter!