Izayoi Kudo

The last thing I remembered was falling into Saguru's arms. After that, someone turned off the lights and everything went pitch black. I think I yelled at Kirby. Or maybe I just passed out.

Anyways, the next thing I knew, I was in a pair of pajamas that weren't mine on a bed that wasn't mine in a room that wasn't mine in a house that obviously wasn't mine.

In short, I didn't know where I was.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I stood up and made a defensive karate position. It cracked open and I attacked the person who opened the door upon reflex.

"Ugh…" Hakuba grunted, holding his palm against his forehead while sitting on the floor.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, kneeling down. "Are you okay, Saguru?" I asked, putting my hands on his back and arm. My fingers laced his golden hair, even if they shouldn't have.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he said, getting up and walking to the armchair beside the bed and sat down on it. "Is that how you start your day every day, kicking everyone who opens your door right on the forehead?"

"I'm so sorry, Saguru! I didn't know where I am, and it's a reflex action in this situation," I said, sitting down on the bed.

"It's okay. Everything is. You're wearing my pajamas, apparently; baaya put them on you before she left last night for her week-long vacation in Hokkaido. You're in my room now, in my house. You passed out last night; Conan-kun said that it was probably because you ran up and down sixty flights of stairs, Iza. You shouldn't have gone that far."

"I needed to… catch the KID" I needed to find you, you handsome British idiot.

"Did you get to talk with the KID?"

"Yeah."

"Well, what did his voice sound like?"

"I dunno… Too many people in the world sound like Kappei Yamaguchi, Saguru. You sound nothing like him; you sound like Akira Ishida. Nor does Cousin Heiji sound like KID; he sounds like Ryo Horikawa."

"Oh, and who do you sound like, Izayoi Kudo?" he said, leaning his face closer to mine. I got a whiff of his cologne. Ah, heaven…

"Well?" he asked.

"Umm, uhm, um," I mumbled incoherently. Good God. "KAT MANUEL! I sound like Kat Manuel!"

Suddenly, a paper airplane hit my head. I unfolded it and discovered a message written on it. It said:

Dear Izayoi

Please do not break the fourth wall.

Yours Truly

KATMAN

"Well actually, Saguru, I sound like, uhm, uh, Hitomi Shimatani…"

"When you sing?" he inquired, leaning towards me while sitting on the armchair.

"No. I sound like her when she speaks. I sound like a female version of Koshi Inaba when I sing."

"I see. Can't wait to hear you singing and shouting like Koshi then," he smirked.

After he let go of those words, an awkward muteness seemed to ensue as he looked at me. I felt my heartbeat flutter; it felt like a swift don doko don doko don doko don doko in fortississimo Suddenly, a stomach grumbled, ravaging the silence that possessed the room.

"That wasn't mine, dear," I told him.

Soon, a world of laughter between us two occupied the hollow silence that pervaded. "I'm serious, Hakuba. It's not mine. He stood up, smiled and held his hand up to me.

"Well," Saguru said, "let's go eat then. Shall we, Iza?"