Disclaimer: I do not own Kaito Kid OR Detective Conan in way shape or form, to my extreme displeasure/
Warnings:Slash
Pairings: Kaito/Shinichi
Enjoy!
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Achoo! Sniffle. Sniffle. Sigh.
Shinichi's eye ticked.
Ah~choo! Blow. Sniff.
Shinichi forcefully turned the page of the Holmes book he was reading. He was lounging comfortably in his favorite brown armchair in his sitting room, attempting to relax after his latest case.
A man had been found dead in his best friend's house, knife wounds decorating his back. Shinichi had suspected the best friend and went to talk to said best friend's wife. Before he could get very far in his questioning the man attacked him, raging on about people trying to steal his wife from him. Apparently the dead man and the wife had been meeting up secretly to organize a birthday party and the husband had suspected adultery.
Ah--
"Kaito!" Shinichi snapped.
"Hnn?" Kaito asked surprised, stuffy nose distorting his voice.
"Make your own goddamn chicken noodle soup. Don't try to annoy me into doing it. It won't work!" Shinichi could still feel the bump on his head throbbing from the vase that had bee shattered on it and it shortened his temper considerably.
"I'm not." Hurt shone in Kaito's bright eyes, tears glistening as he held them back with force, blowing his nose and trying to stiffle his wet sniffles.
Shinichi attempted to ignore the pitiful sounds by resubmerging himself into his book, to no effect. He exhaled gustily before storming out of the room.
Kaito hadn't moved from his spot in front of the T.V when Shinichi returned ten minutes later, a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup between his mitted hands.
"I got your soup," he muttered, blushing faintly at Kaito's inanely bright grin.
"I love you Shinichi!" Kaito shouted, pouncing on the detective whose blush darkened considerably. A blink later and Kaito was already back on his beanie, slurping chicken noodle soup noisily, watching the news of Kid's next heist avidly. Shinichi shook his head in exasperated amusement at his attention-seeking boyfriend before settling back down to finish his book.
"I wish I had toast," Kaito said wistfully.
Achoo! Sniffle. Sniffle. Sigh.
Shinichi groaned, banging his head on the back on his chair as Kaito sneezed yet again.
Achoo! Blow, Sniff.
"Kaito!"
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I've had it written for a while and never typed it up. Wrote it in class when the Swine flu was first spreading around and half the class was absent.
