The Seduction of Kudou - 46-48
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Onesided ShinichiKid & Onesided KaiShin
Rating: K
Warnings: Wonky Not-Really-Love-Triangle begins.
Genre: Humor/Romance
It wasn't until Hakuba was helping him get Shinichi into his house that it occurred to Kaito that... Well, as far as he knew the only reason Kid was involved in any of this was because he had been.
Letting Shinichi slide down onto the couch, Kaito turned his gaze on the blond. “Hakuba...” Whether he was meaning to make his usual protests, or whine about why he'd been dragged along he didn't know, all he knew was there was a small jolt of panic sitting in his gut right alongside petulant incredulity.
“I'm not going to tell anyone. I just wanted confirmation,” the half-Brit said tiredly. “It's not part of the rules, after all. And there's still plausible deniability on all accounts.” Well, that was true, but it was obviously enough to convince Hakuba he was right, and if he'd found the card with the heirloom... Bastard. At least Kaito had been careful and made sure he hadn't left any fingerprints, as it was all Hakuba could prove was that Kid had been there.
“When did you get sneaky?” Not that he was admitting to anything, of course, but it was kind of a fun and amusing twist in their relationship.
Hakuba merely shrugged in response and turned toward the door. Kaito, about to show him out, found himself instead falling back because he'd been grabbed, once more, by the rather clingy detective. Hakuba glanced back and finally said, “It comes with dealing with you. Good luck with Kudou-kun.”
“I hate you.”
Muttering to himself about idiot detectives, Kaito looked up to see his rather amused mother watching him. Though, to her credit, she didn't ask for an explanation, merely helped him get Shinichi settled. Which, frankly, was far more difficult than it really had any right to be.
Once that was done though, Kaito sat himself down to keep an eye on his Princess and chased the ghost of his earlier feelings around his mind in an attempt to sort them out. He didn't sleep much at all that night.
While normally watching Aoko be apoplectic with rage was one of Kaito's favorite past times, right now his mind was on other things. Like, the fact that he'd come to a decision about Shinichi.
He'd thought a long time about it, and decided that well... Shinichi was safe to like. If he could just get Shinichi to like him and then revealed he was Kid, Kaito didn't think he'd have too many problems. Shinichi already knew Kid, and already seemed to have a healthy respect for the thief, and he was Kuroba Kaito's friend. It was just a matter of securing and deepening that connection into what Kaito wanted it to be.
Which, in the end, meant only one thing.
He was going to have to ask Kudou Shinichi on a date.
Aoko's hand slammed down inches from his face, and Kaito slowly looked up at her. “Finally paying attention are you?!”
“Yes?”
“I asked if you were going to fix this or not!”
Blinking at his classroom, all of which had been plunged into chaos so that Kaito could be left to think, he sighed. “Yes, Aoko.”
In response, his fiery friend snarled at him.
Standing outside of the police station, Kaito waited for Shinichi to come out, one leg bouncing absently with nervous energy. He'd gone over this so many times in his head that it felt like he was no longer remembering it so much as he had a tape playing it over and over and over in his mind.
Kaito was used to being confident, and while there weren't many outward tells that he was nervous, that didn't stop his insides squirming. Praying to any deity he could think of– Even Termagant, a far gone, possible made up, god from somewhere that he couldn't remember, of something that he also couldn't recall. –he glanced nervously up to see the detective of his thoughts coming toward him.
“Kaito-kun,” Shinichi greeted stiffly.
“Uh, hey... Shinichi-kun. I wanted to ask you something.”
Apparently his use of a proper suffix got the detective's attention. “Go ahead.”
Screwing up every ounce of his dare devil courage, Kaito produced a pale lavender rose and held it out to the bemused detective. “Look, Shinichi-kun... I like you. A lot, and, well, I was wondering if you'd like to go somewhere together. As a date.”
The silence seemed to stretch on to eternity, and Kaito's heart sank. Finally, Shinichi said, “I'm sorry, Kaito-kun, but... I like someone else.”
Kaito fought very hard not to flinch, before a feeling rather like jealousy touched him again. Who had stolen his Princess' attention?
Looking straight into Shinichi's eyes to make sure he saw how serious he was, Kaito promised, “I'm not going to give up, you realize.”
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Pairing: Onesided ShinichiKid & Onesided KaiShin
Rating: K
Warnings: Wonky Not-Really-Love-Triangle begins.
Genre: Humor/Romance
Ghost
words: 348
words: 348
It wasn't until Hakuba was helping him get Shinichi into his house that it occurred to Kaito that... Well, as far as he knew the only reason Kid was involved in any of this was because he had been.
Letting Shinichi slide down onto the couch, Kaito turned his gaze on the blond. “Hakuba...” Whether he was meaning to make his usual protests, or whine about why he'd been dragged along he didn't know, all he knew was there was a small jolt of panic sitting in his gut right alongside petulant incredulity.
“I'm not going to tell anyone. I just wanted confirmation,” the half-Brit said tiredly. “It's not part of the rules, after all. And there's still plausible deniability on all accounts.” Well, that was true, but it was obviously enough to convince Hakuba he was right, and if he'd found the card with the heirloom... Bastard. At least Kaito had been careful and made sure he hadn't left any fingerprints, as it was all Hakuba could prove was that Kid had been there.
“When did you get sneaky?” Not that he was admitting to anything, of course, but it was kind of a fun and amusing twist in their relationship.
Hakuba merely shrugged in response and turned toward the door. Kaito, about to show him out, found himself instead falling back because he'd been grabbed, once more, by the rather clingy detective. Hakuba glanced back and finally said, “It comes with dealing with you. Good luck with Kudou-kun.”
“I hate you.”
Muttering to himself about idiot detectives, Kaito looked up to see his rather amused mother watching him. Though, to her credit, she didn't ask for an explanation, merely helped him get Shinichi settled. Which, frankly, was far more difficult than it really had any right to be.
Once that was done though, Kaito sat himself down to keep an eye on his Princess and chased the ghost of his earlier feelings around his mind in an attempt to sort them out. He didn't sleep much at all that night.
Apoplectic
words: 200
words: 200
While normally watching Aoko be apoplectic with rage was one of Kaito's favorite past times, right now his mind was on other things. Like, the fact that he'd come to a decision about Shinichi.
He'd thought a long time about it, and decided that well... Shinichi was safe to like. If he could just get Shinichi to like him and then revealed he was Kid, Kaito didn't think he'd have too many problems. Shinichi already knew Kid, and already seemed to have a healthy respect for the thief, and he was Kuroba Kaito's friend. It was just a matter of securing and deepening that connection into what Kaito wanted it to be.
Which, in the end, meant only one thing.
He was going to have to ask Kudou Shinichi on a date.
Aoko's hand slammed down inches from his face, and Kaito slowly looked up at her. “Finally paying attention are you?!”
“Yes?”
“I asked if you were going to fix this or not!”
Blinking at his classroom, all of which had been plunged into chaos so that Kaito could be left to think, he sighed. “Yes, Aoko.”
In response, his fiery friend snarled at him.
Termagant
words: 271
words: 271
Standing outside of the police station, Kaito waited for Shinichi to come out, one leg bouncing absently with nervous energy. He'd gone over this so many times in his head that it felt like he was no longer remembering it so much as he had a tape playing it over and over and over in his mind.
Kaito was used to being confident, and while there weren't many outward tells that he was nervous, that didn't stop his insides squirming. Praying to any deity he could think of– Even Termagant, a far gone, possible made up, god from somewhere that he couldn't remember, of something that he also couldn't recall. –he glanced nervously up to see the detective of his thoughts coming toward him.
“Kaito-kun,” Shinichi greeted stiffly.
“Uh, hey... Shinichi-kun. I wanted to ask you something.”
Apparently his use of a proper suffix got the detective's attention. “Go ahead.”
Screwing up every ounce of his dare devil courage, Kaito produced a pale lavender rose and held it out to the bemused detective. “Look, Shinichi-kun... I like you. A lot, and, well, I was wondering if you'd like to go somewhere together. As a date.”
The silence seemed to stretch on to eternity, and Kaito's heart sank. Finally, Shinichi said, “I'm sorry, Kaito-kun, but... I like someone else.”
Kaito fought very hard not to flinch, before a feeling rather like jealousy touched him again. Who had stolen his Princess' attention?
Looking straight into Shinichi's eyes to make sure he saw how serious he was, Kaito promised, “I'm not going to give up, you realize.”
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