*gasp*  You… you are the one who drew the pretty Kanji and Naoto art I favorited on D.A.  You like my writing?!  *blushes*  Wow, thank you so much!  I love the pairing so much, I’m so glad that people like the way I portray them  :) 

This is what happens when seeing the preview to “Taken 2” one too many times (and being bored at work)

Also, suddenly, I have 4 more followers in like… the span of a day?  What the heck?!

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P-perfect?  Really?  Um, wow, thanks  *blushes*

One thing I always felt like in P4 is that I didn’t mind Souji romancing Naoto, even if I preferred Kanji and Naoto hands down (and wished, oh so wished that I could use my Souji skills to give Kanji the courage to romance her), but I always felt that if Souji was, indeed, going to romance the detective… Kanji should have some sort of reaction.  I mean, come on, everyone KNEW about the crush, right? 

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I never thought of that, but maybe!  Thanks for the kind words, though  :) 

Awwww, thank you so much!  I love the two of them to pieces, I love writing random small things for them (because I swear I don’t have any ideas for an overall fic, especially with working on my own original stories)  These little headcanons keep my writing muscles working, which is something I always want to do  :)  It’s like having writing exercises in writing class, only with my OTP!

Suddenly I have more followers, 10 away from 100, wow!  Never expected that to happen.  Thanks guys!  And thanks for enjoying these so much.  These have become sort of fun writing exercises for me :)  This is the longest one so far.

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Are you talking about the headcanons?  Yeah, they just show up in my head.  The only thing I ponder is how to write them up and make them sound good (always practicing my writing style, trying to be a writer ^^)  So like, something will pop up like, “You know what?  Naoto totally doesn’t seem like the type to plan for a kid.  Kanji is, though.”  And thus, headcanon is born (but they’re more like mini fics, I think)

As far as a movie deal… I would love a Kanji and Naoto: the Movie, like a special OVA after the P4 anime  ^^;;;

I’m really glad people are liking these  :)  

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Naoto Shirogane is not planning on having a family.  Not now.  Not ever.  She has a career.  She’s a detective.  There’s no room for family on her busy schedule.

She barely has time to fit husband into her impressive resume, but somehow Kanji Tatsumi wormed his way in there – sometime between “Midnight Channel,” and, “Am I really wearing a wedding dress,” she thinks.

Kanji Tatsumi, however, wants to be a dad.  He’d be a kick ass dad, he thinks, able to make dresses for the girls – nevermind the look Naoto gives and the lecture of “What if she does not want to wear a dress?  Do not assume blah blah blah he tunes her out after that, already picking out pink fabrics in his head.  As for the boys, well, he’s sure he can make some adorable teddy bears that wear baseball jersey’s, or something, or maybe he can teach them how to sew like their good ol’ dad.  

"So you are willing to modify the stereotype for sons, but not for daughters?” Naoto asks.

“Careful, that sounds like family planning.”

At this Naoto says nothing else, burying herself in the notes of a case.  Kanji just gives her an annoying smile, says something about how “deep down she wants to be a mother, wants to settle down,” and she pretends like she’s too busy reading to hear his words.  He couldn’t be more wrong, you know, she has no deep down feelings, or urges, or anything like that.  In fact, she should lecture him on his assumptions about what she feels “deep down.”

So, of course, when she ends up pregnant about a month later, it’s strictly accidental.  A malfunction in her birth control, or the condom, or the nine-hundred and sixty-nine other ways they use protection.  She plans on writing several strongly written letters to these companies and their defective merchandise.  

For now, she’s going to select a worthy name for her first born.  She’s going to make sure she follows all of the proper diets, gets the very best crib, and prevent her husband from showering their home in pink and/or blue – not that blue is a bad color, and not that she had been planning a child in the first place!

“Stop smiling at me, Kanji.”

But Kanji never does.

It is not Kanji Tatsumi’s idea for him and Naoto Shirogane to break up.  It’s one hundred and ten percent her idea.  

She has some fancy dancy case to do, one where she’ll be away for a long while.  He insists that they’ll be fine, but she’s done research, you see, that shows that long-distance relationships don’t work.  

So she decides that it would be best to end things now, while they are on good terms with one another, “That way, no one is hurt,” she says.

Right.  Of course.  No one is hurt, obviously.

In the days, weeks, months after the break up Kanji decides to focus on being angry.  It’s much easier to be angry than it is to be hurt.  Let her go and do her detective gig, whatever, it doesn’t matter to him.  He even goes so far as to tell himself that he doesn’t need her.

It’s all a fucking lie.  He misses her like crazy.

What he doesn’t know is that she misses him as much as he misses her.  Naoto rarely regrets the decisions she makes.  She’s a rational person, she thinks things through, but in this case she knows that she has been absolutely wrong.  She’s written about five hundred and seventy-two emails – she knows this because she’s counted them – but she can’t make herself hit the send button.  It feels too impersonal, too half-hearted, to simply send him paragraphs of apologies.  If feels even less sincere to ask for another chance, especially since she isn’t coming home for a while.

Meanwhile, Kanji isn’t counting the days until Naoto comes home.  He’s not.  Totally not.  They’re broken up, so what does he care?  In fact, you know what?  Who needs Naoto Shirogane, anyway?  He’s Kanji Tatsumi, goddamnit, he doesn’t need some pint-sized detective.  He doesn’t care when she’s coming back.  She can do whatever she wants.  From this moment on he’s going to go out there and live a life without-

Knock.

Knock Knock.

When Kanji answers his door the last person he expects to see is Naoto Shirogane.  According to the calendar he’s been marking – not marking, totally not marking – Naoto wouldn’t be home for another forty-eight days.  Before he can ask why she’s standing at his door she starts going on and on about being foolish, about being sorry, about trying to come up with the proper apology, about coming here and only having a few hours before she needed to go back, but she really didn’t want to I would much rather stay and talk and work things out and- 

He has her in his arms in seconds, completely dispelling any earlier thoughts about not needing her, “And sorry I called you pint-sized, too.”

“… wait, when did you call me that?”