Cracks in the Ship

Some characters, one dumb plot and a pinch of weirdness here and there. / A series of odd drabbles starring some platonic or unbelievable pairings. Semi-AU

A/N: So what the hell is this fic about? Adding on to what the summary says, the characters and theme for each chapter varies, and it's up to you on how you wanna see the "pairing", though I would think this fic is purely crack. Updates come whenever my inspiration calls for it, but since this is just a drabble, it should be easier to write (though I still have Twogether that I need to update as per request from some readers, and how can I ever forget my KaiAo goodness?)
Nonetheless, hope you'll enjoy!

Characters: Shinichi and Kaito
Theme: Common Things

Ever since the downfall of the Black Organization, Shinichi wasn't really keen in being part of the media's attention compared to his past self. There were times it was unavoidable when he had to represent the voice of the victims for some cases, but besides that, there was no other reason for him to be shown on the television or articles.

Except — when you're the son of the famous star Kudo Yukiko, or something like that. Yeah, something like that.

"Thank you so much Shin-chan!" His mother beamed and slapped a hand on her son's back. "You're the best."

"I don't understand why I have to be the one when there's a million citizens out there who would most likely do this for free."

"Because you're my handsome son, what else could the reason be?" She kiddingly jabbed a finger into Shinichi's cheek before skipping off when the director called for her presence. Before he could think of ways to slip out of the studio unnoticed, a makeup artist caught him and made a couple of adjustment to his hair before sending him straight to the fake coffeeshop set where all the extras were.

And to the (somewhat) worst despair of his life, he was tasked by the planner to sit beside this guy.

This guy.

"Why the hell are you here?" Shinichi spat across the round coffee table.

Kuroba Kaito gave a lazy wave. "Nice to see you too."

Shinichi was about to rebuke when he was cut off.

"Your mom called my mom to get help in rounding up some extras and my mom decided to call me." Kaito stifled a yawn. "I guess we're both no match for our mothers, eh?"

"Don't make it sound like we have anything in common."

"Is that suppose to be a challenge or request?" Kaito blinked innocently, in which Shinichi responded with a stare that was as cold as December.

"Rolling..." Outside the makeshift coffeeshop, the director suddenly yelled "Action!" before focusing on his screen. Murmurs were coming from other extras' tables around them, though the focus of the camera was on the main actor and actress, who were sitting just a short distance away and in the midst of acting out their scene of flirtations.

"Well, let's begin our unscripted conversation." Kaito wiggled his eyebrows. "Let me ask you this unsolvable mystery that have been bugging me for a long time. Where in the nursery rhyme does it say Humpty Dumpty is an egg?"

Shinichi was tempted to reply "in your ass", but then he thought it would be too inappropriate to be used in this case. He decided the best decision would be to ignore the conversation and proceed to lift the prop; an empty ceramic cup to his lips, doing his pretend-drinking because the director demanded the extras to do so to make the coffeeshop scene looked real. Kaito hadn't touched his cup even once.

"Cut!" The director suddenly snapped.

"Sorry, I forgot my lines." The main actor began apologising sheepishly as his assistant rushed to his side to let him refer back to his script.

Kaito shook his head mockingly. "An obvious amateur. If it isn't for his famous girlfriend, he wouldn't have a chance to take a main role."

Shinichi quirked an eyebrow and set the cup back on the table, slightly intrigued. He wasn't up for gossip, but the confidence in Kaito's tone ironically made him skeptical. "How do you know that?"

"I'd checked up on everyone here before coming." Kaito stated impassively and he broke into a small grin when Shinichi was starting to frown. "It's a job habit. Don't mind me."

"You're really-"

"Second take." The director's loud voice abruptly blasted, silencing everyone. "Rolling... Action!"

"I'm really- what?" Kaito prompted the conversation when the mutters around the set began again.

Shinichi sighed. "You're really dedicated to your job-"

At that (almost) unpredictable moment, a loud shriek echoed the entire set and everyone almost flung up from their seat in surprise, saved for Kaito and Shinichi, who were looking at each other in sync.

"Th-The director!" A crew's scream finally formed into words. "He's foaming at the mouth!"

Shinichi growled as he stood up from his chair, losing the staring contest.

The detective rushed over to the director's side. After instructing everyone to step away and give him space, his two fingers tried to search for a pulse, but the strong scent of bitter almonds was enough to tell Shinichi the director was dead.

"So," The infamous annoying voice emerged from the crowd. "We do have lots of common, don't you think?"

"... Be useful and make sure all entrances and exits are sealed." Shinichi muttered over his shoulder.

"Roger." Giving an exaggerated salute, Kaito left to do his job.