send “▶▶️” to get a glimpse at a scene from my muse’s future. 

This is weird, considering Kaito’s timeline, but let’s see what I can do…angst warning, I guess? Also from a canon, non-WC perspective.

ICE || Kuroba Kaito & Koizumi Akako

“Kuroba, it’s been twenty years! You need to stop!” He ignored the red witch’s words, instead pulling his jacket in closer to shield himself from the winter air that didn’t seem to effect Akako quite as harshly. The thirty-six year old magician (he was a magician now, hadn’t been an amateur for going on sixteen years) didn’t even know why he still talked to her, given how many times she had tried to kill-and-or-enslave him over the course of their high school and university days.

She hurried after him, high heels clicking annoyingly fast as Kaito quickened his pace. “Are you even listening?” She demanded. “You’re getting too old for this childish nonsense! Just give it up already-”

“I’m not KID,” he spat back at her. “Twenty year, and you still haven’t figured that out?”

Her glare was as sharp as her words. “You’re not fooling anybody, Kuroba, and I’d advise you to stop with your stupid little ploy. Frankly, it’s getting tiring-”

“It’s getting tiring,” he repeated in a mock falsetto, but froze at Akako’s next words.

“-and I’m sure Aoko is tired of waiting.”

Kaito inhaled sharply, sending a glare towards her that rivaled the frost  covering the ground. “Aoko’s not waiting for anything.”

He promised that he’d tell her, after everything was over.

“Stop annoying me.”

Five years, ten years, fifteen, twenty….

“When will you and that detective bastard figure out that I’m not the guy you think I am?”

Because he’s far worse, far worse, addicted to the search for a gem that might not even exist-

“I’m tired of having you two point fingers all the damn time…”

-and he couldn’t stop. Twenty years, and the trail was still as cold as her eyes, as cold as his voice, as cold as the crystals freezing the ground over.

“Just leave me alone!”

As cold as ice.