DISCLAIMER: It takes me ten minutes to draw even a small frame of manga. What do you really think?

DEDICATION - to Crystalscar. Congrats on aging again!

Author's Note: I know I said I was on hiatus, but dedications override exams. Anyway, this is my first time dabbling in the world of Detective Conan/Case Closed and Magic Kaito, so my apologies if it's not very well done. Hope you enjoy, though!

He walked away from the train station, tugging his baseball cap low with one hand to block the sun's glare while holding his phone in the other.

" – of course I won't – "

A pause, then a snort as the reply came from the other side of the line.

"It's not like I go looking for bodies, ahou! They just – "

The rest of the sentence was lost as the speaker walked straight into another person.

Hattori Heiji scowled as the phone fell to the ground with a clatter, cursing under his breath as he stooped down to pick it up, only for another pair of hands to beat him to it.

Well, at least it was still functioning – Heiji could clearly hear the crackle of Kazuha's voice practically exploding from the thing as the other figure straightened, the light from the screen reflecting off the other's familiar blue eyes as he handed the phone back to its owner –

Wait.

Heiji froze, his phone halfway to his ear, when he realized what he'd just seen.

What –

"KUDO?"

Kuroba Kaito was having a rather good day, as far as things went.

The morning at school had seen a repeat of what had long become routine to most of Class 2-B of Ekoda High School, although admittedly more satisfying than usual due to a brainwave regarding a certain pocket watch and a teddy bear. Rather a cute one too, if he were to say so himself; of course, Kaito had known better than to actually mess with the time on said watch, though.

It was just not worth risking Hakuba's wrath, even for entertainment – annoying as he might be, the detective was definitely worth every ounce of his reputation, and Kaito couldn't be completely sure that he hadn't found out about the magician's utter love for – well, um – finny things.

Whistling absently, Kaito had decided to take a longer route home from school to pick up supplies. One which just happened to pass by the Beika train station.

Which had then led him to this… fateful encounter.

So here he was now, grinning at the momentarily stunned Detective of the West.

For a moment, Kaito was so very sorely tempted to say 'Ladies and gentlemen, showtime!' – out of sheer curiousity at the reaction he would get, mind you, not any intention to declare that he was an internationally-wanted jewel thief.

Dismissing the thought almost immediately (might be fun, but having one detective after me is quite enough already, thank you very much), he waved his hand airily.

"Sorry, you must've mistaken me for someone else – Kudo, you said? Would that be the high school detective, Kudo Shinichi? You wouldn't be the first person to make the mistake, then." Kaito shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess I must really look like him – wouldn't know, though, since I've never met him before."

Which was technically not a lie, since he hadn't ever seen Kudo Shinichi before.

Well, at least not as Kuroba Kaito, anyway.

He stifled a small chuckle at the thought. Details, details...

"My apologies for knocking into you, though," he added as Heiji continued to gape at him, obviously shocked. Can't blame him, really, Kaito thought to himself. The resemblance had surprised him as well, when he'd first dug out a picture of the high school detective after the clock tower heist.

The social niceties apparently cut quite clearly through the Osakan detective's shock, though, as he started abruptly, realized he'd been staring, and nodded sheepishly at Kaito as he lifted his phone again to finish the call.

Grin returning in full force, he flicked his hand in a well-practiced motion, and proceeded to juggle the multicoloured balls that appeared almost as if by magic.

Well, he didn't really have anything better to do now anyway – why not?

"Jaa, Kazuha! See ya later – ow!"

Heiji snapped his phone shut with a click, still wincing slightly at Kazuha's indignant shriek at being cut off abruptly. "Stupid ahou," he muttered, shaking his head.

Beside him, Kudo's doppelganger raised an inquiring eyebrow, taking in Heiji's annoyed countenance – while juggling five balls quite deftly with obvious ease, the detective noted. "Girl trouble?"

He snorted. As if. "Nope, just a friend of mine who doesn't know when to stop talking."

"Oh, that kind? Yeah, I know quite a few of them." Then his eyes widened almost comically, as if just realizing something. "Wait, I haven't introduced myself yet, have I?" The balls disappeared with a fluorish, and the teen turned to Heiji with a small mock bow. "Kuroba Kaito, magician, at your service."

Heiji returned it with a small grin of his own. "Hattori Heiji, detective. Prettty neat things you've got going there, by the way," he added, nodding at the deck of cards that had now appeared from seemingly nowhere, arcing back and forth between Kaito's hands.

"Thanks – you're not too bad yourself, from what I hear," the magician replied. His gaze flickered briefly to Heiji's cap, apparently amused. "Didn't know you were a baseball fan though. Same here."

The detective's eyes lit up at the mention of one of his favourite topics. "Really? Who do you support?"

Kaito grinned.

"The Yoimuri Giants. You?"

Oh, this was going to be interesting...

END

2nd Author's Note: And there you have it! This was somewhat based off Crystalscar's request for something featuring Heiji and Kaito. I might extend it someday if I have the time -

3rd (and last!) Author's Note: - so do tell me what you think! Leave a review :D and thanks for reading!