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III

Saguru stared.

That was all he could do.

Oh god! He hand covered his mouth, to keep the drool as well as the blood from his nose from being seen.

"Saguru-kun!" a distant voice could be in heard in the gutter of Saguru's brain.

"Saguru!" he felt smoothing slap him across the face.

He visibly shook. "Aoko-san? What are you doing here?" You're ruining the show… Saguru scowled at himself, It's not gentleman like to even 'think' something like that…Especially 'that'! he looked up at the man before him. He tried to sniff the blood back into his nose, "Not like this is any better…"

"Saguru!"

The detective start bewilerd at the girl, "Aoko? What are you doing her-"

"I live here! This is my house!?"

"Why you don't have to snap…"

"You asked me twice." She growled.

"Did I re…a….lly…" The blond was staring at the dancer on the table once again.

"Saguru!" she stood in front of him, putting her hands on his face, "Hakuba Saguru look at me…" he tried to pay attention, he really did, but…that chest. "Hakuba! Focus! Are you drunk too?!"

Saguru looked at her like she had a tree growing out of her head. "Me!? Drunk!? No. Never."

"Then help me get the drunk off my kitchen table!"

"So that's why he's…stripping…on your kitchen table…I would have never…never….never guessed…"

"Focus! Stop oogling and get him off my table and out of my house!" he dragged him from the door frame that he had use to support his frame. He couldn't take his eyes off.

"Okay…can I take him home."

"I don't care who's home you take him too! I have our boss coming in twenty minutes and I have to clean the kitchen again! Just get him out!"

Saguru nodded dumbly, grabbing Kaito's closest hand and dragging him out the door, not caring that he was getting blood all over the lilnoilium.

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Funny little think i wrote!