Note: A piece missing from "Conjour's Masqurade", when the group is in London. You'll notice Akako here, when she's not actually with the group.
Dance I: Wrong Move
Saguru stared at the form before him, blinking for a moment. He opened his mouth to comment and closed it again, startlingly unable to form words at the moment. He had seen his love cross-dress many times over th course of their seven year relationship, but this...
This was rather un-expected.
Kaito stood in the doorway to their room, a towel wrapped around his slender body, fuming. He crossed over to the closet he was sharing with Saguru during their stay in London, pulling on a pair of jeans and one of Saguru's shirts, angrily rolling up the sleeves as he stormed back out of the room.
Saguru trailed after, rather curious and slightly wary, his instinctive sense that something was going to go wrong (long honed after two years of chasing Kaitou Kid) screaming at him. He blinked as Kaito stopped only a few doors away from their own bedroom, pounding on the door to Conan and Akako's room.
The door was opened by a sleepy fourteen-year-old carrying a pillow. Conan blinked at them before pushing past, heading for Saguru's own room, apparently intending to steal the detective's bed for sleep. "I had nothing to do with it," he called over his shoulder.
Saguru shook his head and followed Kaito into the room, watching as the magician started ranting at the pregnant witch propped up in bed, not quite sure if the brunette was speaking English, Japanese or some language known only to him. "Akako-chan, could you please turn my boyfriend back into..er...my boyfriend?" he asked the amused witch, rubbing his temple in a poor attempt to ward off an on-coming headache.
"No. He's lucky I didn't do worse. Call me a senile bitchy witch." Akako said, grumbling as she selected another chocolate from the large assortment Conan had bought her in an effort to ward off her temper.
"I have a show tonight, Akako!"
"Well, now you can be your own lovely female assistant."