The Seduction of Kudou - 64-67
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: ShinichiKid & KaiShin
Rating: K+
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor/Liiittle angst
When Kaito slipped into the manor house it was dark and silent. At first he was sure that Shinichi just wasn't home, but after a moment of careful listening he soon heard faint sounds, like talking, floating up from downstairs. Creeping along the hall, he reached the top of the staircase, and tilted his head to listen. At first he was afraid that Shinichi had someone over, but the longer he listened the more apparent it became that the sound was merely the television.
Cat quiet, he slipped down the stairs and peered into the sitting room to see the Princess sprawled out on the couch with a book suspended in the air above him. Shinichi's legs seemed to be going everywhere, one hanging off the couch, and the other leaning against the back. His head was pillowed on his other arm as well as the arm of the couch itself. The news was playing on the TV, volume low enough not to be a bother, but loud enough that if anything interesting came on it would catch the detective's attention.
Grinning faintly, Kaito crept into the room intent on getting as close to Shinichi as possible. He was about a foot from the couch when Shinichi blandly asked, “Did you need something?”
On reflection, he probably should have expected that. Still, it made him pout. Striding the rest of the way over, Kaito reached out and tipped the book in Shinichi's hand up so he could clearly see his face, but not before getting a look at what he was reading. Grinning in amusement he remarked, “Reading a comic, Princess?” Shinichi flushed and attempted to speak, but Kaito steamrolled right over his annoyed sputtering, “And, yes, there's a reason I'm here. I was hoping to offer you a case.”
Kaito backed off as Shinichi sat up, rather quickly, and turned to give him a keen eyed look that made him shiver faintly, though from what he couldn't be sure.
“A case?”
“A very important case, Princess. The question is, are you willing to help a thief?”
Shinichi tilted his head and replied with a simple non-answer that made Kaito grin, “I'm listening.”
Kaito had taken up position in one of the chairs, sitting side ways with his legs tossed over one arm and his back resting against the other. Shinichi was sitting on the edge of the sofa, manila folders, Kaito's collection of information on Snake and his merry band of morons, spread around him. He'd even included some information on his father's death, though not anything definitive.
He wasn't quite brave enough to reveal himself to Shinichi yet, but... maybe soon?
The detective was intent on his files, and, for once, Kaito was content not to be the center of attention. In fact, he was amusing himself by watching Shinichi. Watching the way the detective focused on the words with everything he had, absorbing the information like a sponge. He half wondered what was going on behind those intent blue eyes, but another part, that was quite severely the Kid part of him, did not want. At all.
The thought made him want to snicker.
But, what really kept him quiet was the fact that, if Shinichi could get him out of this sticky situation, help him find a way through this to the long awaited end, well... He'd be happy.
Finally, Shinichi sat back and gave him a deadpan look. “You've been searching for a mystical jewel that grants immortality?”
Kaito wasn't sure whether this was a good sign or not. “Yes.”
“You do realize it probably doesn't exist?” Before Kaito could reply, Shinichi forged on, “Logically speaking ten thousand years ago recorded history wasn't even feasible, unless we're talking about cave paintings or something. Not to mention the fact that the longest recorded orbit for a periodic comet is the Ikeya–Zhang comet at 364 years.” Something must have shown in his posture, and he couldn't help but wonder what, because Shinichi quickly added, “The important thing, though, is that they believe this, and that's why they killed your predecessor.”
Footnote: I know there's more research I could've done here, but... It's a drabble. No one wants to listen to Shinichi babble facts.
Kaito felt cold, and a little hollow inside. It wasn't like he hadn't already known most of this information, he'd done his research after all, but he had been trying to ignore it. He hadn't wanted to believe that someone would kill his father over nothing. Still, Shinichi was forcing him to be aware of it, and, though it made the old anger flare up like a dull painful ache, he didn't let it through his poker face.
“I need an answer, Princess,” he said at last.
Shinichi nodded faintly, “I'll help you.”
He was faintly surprised that it was that easy. “Is that enough for you to go on?”
The detective grinned suddenly, a sharp hunter's grin that Kaito had only seen on occasions when Shinichi had the scent of his prey, or was at the end of the chase. It never failed to thrill him even when it wasn't aimed at him. It seemed like the perfect foil to an already strange night. “Is it enough? Oh, it's more than enough and I can do you one better.”
Turning in his seat Kaito sat forward, intrigued by the absolutely smug look on Shinichi's face. It was almost like he already had his targets well and truly cornered. What did he know that Kaito didn't? Kaito had spent ages tailing and hunting this group of people after all.
“I had a recent case,” Shinichi said flatly, face flushing for some reason. “Where an old couple was being held hostage through a threat on their family heirloom. These names,” The detective reached forward, even as Kaito felt a cold sensation of understanding sweep down his spine, and tapped a page with a list of names that Kaito had gathered of people he knew were involved with Snake. “were the two who were pulling that job.”
The case where Shinichi had been drugged... and Kaito hadn't even realized... “What are you telling me?” he asked, and hated the fact that there was a slight tremble in his voice, but couldn't care because this was Shinichi, and he was probably giving away more than he'd like. Kaito was at Shinichi's side now, peering down at the papers intently before looking at the detective anxiously.
“It means that if I can get the police's cooperation I can probably use these two for information. All I have to do is tell them an anonymous informant from my last case contacted me.”
Right then, Kaito was pretty sure he was the happiest he'd ever been, and probably could have kissed Shinichi within an inch of his life whether the detective liked it or not, if he hadn't been too busy breaking his face with the size of his grin.
Long after Kid left Shinichi sat, leaning back, and wondering how he could have missed it. Looking back on everything it seemed obvious, but, then, hindsight was always 20/20 wasn't it? Still, he was sure of it now, and as he mentally went over the clues he had failed to notice, he couldn't help but feel like something of an idiot.
Standing up, he left the papers and folders Kid had let him keep on the table and couch, then headed upstairs to his room. Stepping over to his desk he sat down in front of his computer and jabbed the buttons. Sitting back he waited for it to boot up, the soft whirr of the drives a quiet background noise as he gazed out the nearby window at the dark sky. The soft blue-white glow of his monitor cast the room into a sort of sea colored radiance.
In the end, all he could think was that it was a load of tripe that he hadn't been able to figure it out, and, for a moment, he wondered if he was loosing his edge. But, really, he couldn't have been expected to notice could he? So many things were easily brushed aside as coincidence, there was nothing solid.
Kaito could do magic, so could many people. Shinichi had met plenty of magicians.
Kaito had seen him the first time at a Kid Heist. There were many people at Kid heists.
Kaito liked the same dish Kid had ordered at En Passant. That meant nothing.
Kaito liked him, and Kid seemed to have suddenly developed a fixation on him. It could be coincidence.
Clicking over the keys he brought up a search engine, after that it was easy enough to get to the information he wanted, and, as he read it, it all matched up with what he already knew.
Kaito's father had died the same time Kid had original disappeared. People's father's died all the time.
But, all of those things put together... The answer to the equation was simple: Kaito was Kid.
All those oddities that he'd noticed but paid no heed to, until tonight when something had just clicked. Maybe it was Kid's slipping mask, or maybe he'd just been waiting for an excuse to put the puzzle together, he didn't know, but now he was aware and...
A sense of relief settled in his chest. Kid and Kaito were one and the same, and, well, he knew Kaito liked him, and he liked Kid and Kaito so things should work out just fine. Only, and the sense of relief vanished while Shinichi groaned and dropped his head into his hands... Only he'd turned Kaito down.
Silently, Shinichi went in search of his phone. No one could tell him what a moron he was quite like Ran, except maybe Ai, but the little she-devil would probably just laugh her head off at him if she heard about this.
Sidenote: No, I have no idea how he managed to explain this without telling Ran Kaito is Kid. But, I'm sure he managed.
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Pairing: ShinichiKid & KaiShin
Rating: K+
Warnings: None
Genre: Humor/Liiittle angst
Question
words: 369
words: 369
When Kaito slipped into the manor house it was dark and silent. At first he was sure that Shinichi just wasn't home, but after a moment of careful listening he soon heard faint sounds, like talking, floating up from downstairs. Creeping along the hall, he reached the top of the staircase, and tilted his head to listen. At first he was afraid that Shinichi had someone over, but the longer he listened the more apparent it became that the sound was merely the television.
Cat quiet, he slipped down the stairs and peered into the sitting room to see the Princess sprawled out on the couch with a book suspended in the air above him. Shinichi's legs seemed to be going everywhere, one hanging off the couch, and the other leaning against the back. His head was pillowed on his other arm as well as the arm of the couch itself. The news was playing on the TV, volume low enough not to be a bother, but loud enough that if anything interesting came on it would catch the detective's attention.
Grinning faintly, Kaito crept into the room intent on getting as close to Shinichi as possible. He was about a foot from the couch when Shinichi blandly asked, “Did you need something?”
On reflection, he probably should have expected that. Still, it made him pout. Striding the rest of the way over, Kaito reached out and tipped the book in Shinichi's hand up so he could clearly see his face, but not before getting a look at what he was reading. Grinning in amusement he remarked, “Reading a comic, Princess?” Shinichi flushed and attempted to speak, but Kaito steamrolled right over his annoyed sputtering, “And, yes, there's a reason I'm here. I was hoping to offer you a case.”
Kaito backed off as Shinichi sat up, rather quickly, and turned to give him a keen eyed look that made him shiver faintly, though from what he couldn't be sure.
“A case?”
“A very important case, Princess. The question is, are you willing to help a thief?”
Shinichi tilted his head and replied with a simple non-answer that made Kaito grin, “I'm listening.”
Sticky
words: 325
words: 325
Kaito had taken up position in one of the chairs, sitting side ways with his legs tossed over one arm and his back resting against the other. Shinichi was sitting on the edge of the sofa, manila folders, Kaito's collection of information on Snake and his merry band of morons, spread around him. He'd even included some information on his father's death, though not anything definitive.
He wasn't quite brave enough to reveal himself to Shinichi yet, but... maybe soon?
The detective was intent on his files, and, for once, Kaito was content not to be the center of attention. In fact, he was amusing himself by watching Shinichi. Watching the way the detective focused on the words with everything he had, absorbing the information like a sponge. He half wondered what was going on behind those intent blue eyes, but another part, that was quite severely the Kid part of him, did not want. At all.
The thought made him want to snicker.
But, what really kept him quiet was the fact that, if Shinichi could get him out of this sticky situation, help him find a way through this to the long awaited end, well... He'd be happy.
Finally, Shinichi sat back and gave him a deadpan look. “You've been searching for a mystical jewel that grants immortality?”
Kaito wasn't sure whether this was a good sign or not. “Yes.”
“You do realize it probably doesn't exist?” Before Kaito could reply, Shinichi forged on, “Logically speaking ten thousand years ago recorded history wasn't even feasible, unless we're talking about cave paintings or something. Not to mention the fact that the longest recorded orbit for a periodic comet is the Ikeya–Zhang comet at 364 years.” Something must have shown in his posture, and he couldn't help but wonder what, because Shinichi quickly added, “The important thing, though, is that they believe this, and that's why they killed your predecessor.”
Footnote: I know there's more research I could've done here, but... It's a drabble. No one wants to listen to Shinichi babble facts.
Foil
words: 463
words: 463
Kaito felt cold, and a little hollow inside. It wasn't like he hadn't already known most of this information, he'd done his research after all, but he had been trying to ignore it. He hadn't wanted to believe that someone would kill his father over nothing. Still, Shinichi was forcing him to be aware of it, and, though it made the old anger flare up like a dull painful ache, he didn't let it through his poker face.
“I need an answer, Princess,” he said at last.
Shinichi nodded faintly, “I'll help you.”
He was faintly surprised that it was that easy. “Is that enough for you to go on?”
The detective grinned suddenly, a sharp hunter's grin that Kaito had only seen on occasions when Shinichi had the scent of his prey, or was at the end of the chase. It never failed to thrill him even when it wasn't aimed at him. It seemed like the perfect foil to an already strange night. “Is it enough? Oh, it's more than enough and I can do you one better.”
Turning in his seat Kaito sat forward, intrigued by the absolutely smug look on Shinichi's face. It was almost like he already had his targets well and truly cornered. What did he know that Kaito didn't? Kaito had spent ages tailing and hunting this group of people after all.
“I had a recent case,” Shinichi said flatly, face flushing for some reason. “Where an old couple was being held hostage through a threat on their family heirloom. These names,” The detective reached forward, even as Kaito felt a cold sensation of understanding sweep down his spine, and tapped a page with a list of names that Kaito had gathered of people he knew were involved with Snake. “were the two who were pulling that job.”
The case where Shinichi had been drugged... and Kaito hadn't even realized... “What are you telling me?” he asked, and hated the fact that there was a slight tremble in his voice, but couldn't care because this was Shinichi, and he was probably giving away more than he'd like. Kaito was at Shinichi's side now, peering down at the papers intently before looking at the detective anxiously.
“It means that if I can get the police's cooperation I can probably use these two for information. All I have to do is tell them an anonymous informant from my last case contacted me.”
Right then, Kaito was pretty sure he was the happiest he'd ever been, and probably could have kissed Shinichi within an inch of his life whether the detective liked it or not, if he hadn't been too busy breaking his face with the size of his grin.
Tripe
words: 491
words: 491
Long after Kid left Shinichi sat, leaning back, and wondering how he could have missed it. Looking back on everything it seemed obvious, but, then, hindsight was always 20/20 wasn't it? Still, he was sure of it now, and as he mentally went over the clues he had failed to notice, he couldn't help but feel like something of an idiot.
Standing up, he left the papers and folders Kid had let him keep on the table and couch, then headed upstairs to his room. Stepping over to his desk he sat down in front of his computer and jabbed the buttons. Sitting back he waited for it to boot up, the soft whirr of the drives a quiet background noise as he gazed out the nearby window at the dark sky. The soft blue-white glow of his monitor cast the room into a sort of sea colored radiance.
In the end, all he could think was that it was a load of tripe that he hadn't been able to figure it out, and, for a moment, he wondered if he was loosing his edge. But, really, he couldn't have been expected to notice could he? So many things were easily brushed aside as coincidence, there was nothing solid.
Kaito could do magic, so could many people. Shinichi had met plenty of magicians.
Kaito had seen him the first time at a Kid Heist. There were many people at Kid heists.
Kaito liked the same dish Kid had ordered at En Passant. That meant nothing.
Kaito liked him, and Kid seemed to have suddenly developed a fixation on him. It could be coincidence.
Clicking over the keys he brought up a search engine, after that it was easy enough to get to the information he wanted, and, as he read it, it all matched up with what he already knew.
Kaito's father had died the same time Kid had original disappeared. People's father's died all the time.
But, all of those things put together... The answer to the equation was simple: Kaito was Kid.
All those oddities that he'd noticed but paid no heed to, until tonight when something had just clicked. Maybe it was Kid's slipping mask, or maybe he'd just been waiting for an excuse to put the puzzle together, he didn't know, but now he was aware and...
A sense of relief settled in his chest. Kid and Kaito were one and the same, and, well, he knew Kaito liked him, and he liked Kid and Kaito so things should work out just fine. Only, and the sense of relief vanished while Shinichi groaned and dropped his head into his hands... Only he'd turned Kaito down.
Silently, Shinichi went in search of his phone. No one could tell him what a moron he was quite like Ran, except maybe Ai, but the little she-devil would probably just laugh her head off at him if she heard about this.
Sidenote: No, I have no idea how he managed to explain this without telling Ran Kaito is Kid. But, I'm sure he managed.
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