TITLE: The Consequences of Being a Closet Otaku

Pairing: KaiShin

Warnings: MAJOR OOC- ness, AU, lemon (in future chapters). :D

Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, I wouldn't be writing in this segment now, would I?

A/N: This is the first time I've ever written (or attempted to write) something kinky. and my first KaiShin fic. so yeah. XD

: the plot for this fic (no matter how simple it might be) came to me while I was reading Solarina's "Happy Birthday, Alfred-san." Therefore, I think I owe her my thanks. :D

: so, without further ado, i present to you my 3rd fanfic! err, well.. at least part of it. enjoy~ XD

Kudo Shinichi. Class representative. Son of famous parents: a successful writer for a father and an on-demand actress for a mother. Good-looking. Smart. Serious, sometimes to the point of being stoic. Despite these not so attractive traits (well, the last two at least), they never stopped girls from going gaga over him.

Kaito sighed, frustrated. He was a good guy, too! He had the smarts, he was clever, he was fairly above the middle class, and he had looks as well. Why do the girls go for a cold guy like Shinichi, anyway?

Well, maybe that was it exactly. They probably saw guys like Shinichi as cool. Maybe he was a bit too goofy to pull off that front. But he had his fair share of admirers, too.

He sighed. Girls. Who could ever completely understand them?

With his bag hanging off his one shoulder, he turned right upon going past the gate, combing his messy brown locks with his fingers. In just a few minutes, he was going to pass the neighboring school, which, in some twisted way, was where the infamous Kudo studied.

Really now. There was no need to rub it in, was there? But he really had no right to complain. He had an almost ridiculous amount of luck, and just it just so happened that Lady Luck skipped this one detail. No biggie. It could've been worse.

Higashi High really was amazing though. Not that his own school, Minami High, was bad. It just gave off a "rich kids only" kind of atmosphere, despite the fact that most of the student population belonged to the middle class.

Kaito's train of thought came to an abrupt halt as he spotted the boy he had been thinking about only a while ago.

The first time Kaito met Shinichi was when they were eight. His father, a well-known magician, had been asked to play a magician role in one of the movie adaptions to Shinichi's dad's novels. Their dads met, they met. Shinichi was pretty much the same as he had remembered from that day: neatly kept brown hair, piercing cobalt blue eyes, and not to mention the "don't-you-dare-come-near-me" aura.

Well, except that Shinichi was much taller now (though about an inch shorter than himself), and he had muscles now (seems that all that soccer practice payed off). Kaito was a bit more muscled, but at first glance, they both appear to be of the exact same build.

He followed close behind Shinichi and observed silently, checking where he was once in a while to make sure that he didn't stray from his way home.

Then Shinichi abruptly stopped.

Kaito looked around. They were in front of a fastfood restaurant. Well, nothing unusual there. Even a straight A student had his burger cravings.

But wait. Shinichi wasn't looking inside the resto itself.

Kaito paused, confused. He risked to get closer, standing a short distance behind Kudo, pretending to look at one of the ads stuck onto the glass windows...

That was it! He moved closer, almost standing beside Shinichi. He looked over the ads, then followed Shinichi's gaze...

...Smack dab into a Otaku Convention ad. He furrowed his brows again. Why would he show interest in an Otaku Con, of all things? He was the type of person who'd go to such gatherings - being a bit of an otaku himself - but Shinichi? THE Kudo Shinichi? There was no way... right?

It was probably disgust. Yeah, that's it. His thoughts must've been "Why the hell would such unsocial people conduct a CONVENTION anyway? It'd just be a waste of money" or "These people really don't have real lives, do they?". Kaito nodded to himself. Yeah. That was definitely it. There was no doubt about it...

...Was there?

The convention was, as far as Kaito could see, a success.

There were so many people - from mere passersby to actual otakus in their cosplay outfits and contest get-ups - and the place was absolutely abuzz with activity.

He patted his bag, making sure he still had his camera. It was there all right. He bit his lip in anticipation, searching for good models for his photos. It was a hobby of his to take pictures of well-cosplayed characters.

It seemed that he was also right about one thing: Kudo Shinichi was nowhere to be seen. He smiled, nodding. There really was no way that guy would wander around here. He'd be as out of place as a potato among apples.

His violet eyes scanned the crowd again...

And caught sight of an incredibly detailed Cyber Neko Suit-wearing Shion Kaito dancing what he could very well tell was "Change Me". It was in Project Diva 2. He had enjoyed that game.

The guy was obviously trying to pull it off, and as far as Kaito could tell, he had done a VERY good job, from how gracefully he moved, to the to the hip-hugging black spandex bottoms, to the white boots and tail, to to the white, black and blue top that showed off the guys flat stomach, even to the peircing cobalt eyes, and-

Wait, what?

Kaito scanned the figure again, and he was sure. There was no doubt about it.

The song ended, and "Kaito" bowed, smiling, his tail moving as he moved. Kaito wasted no time and, once he was close enough to reach, grabbed Shinichi by the wrist.

"Wait! Who the hell are you? What do you think you're doing?" Shinichi yelled. He tried pulling loose, but damn, this guy was strong.

He was dragged out of the crowd, towards the comfort rooms. The stranger let go of his wrist, his head bowed.

"What the heck do you want?" he demanded, rubbing his wrist.

"Me?" the guy said, lifting his head up so Shinichi could see his face. "I want to know what the hell you're doing here!"

Shinichi gasped. Oh, shit. "K-Kaito..."

"Yeah, you bet it's me," Kaito said, his voice grim. "Now. Explain."

Shinichi took a long, deep breath. His heart was beating like crazy, but there was nothing he could do at this point. He had been careless. Very, very careless. And this was the consequence.

"There's really no other explanation, is there?" he said.

Kaito waited. Rather impatiently, Shinichi could tell.

With his head bowed to hide the blush that spread on his face (despite his desperate willing for it NOT to rush to his face), he confessed. "I'm a closet otaku."

Okaaaaay, that's it. XD

This story simply BEGS to be multi-chaptered. Gah. Well, two-shot, at the very least. Or three. Or four. I really don't have any say on how long this story wants to be written. It depends on how this story wants to drag itself on. :9

Ooooh, and I actually took only ONE DAY to finish this! Well, maybe not FINISH, and it's not actually LONG, but you get the idea. XP

Also, that song Shinichi was dancing to while dressed as Shion Kaito of Vocaloid... it's on youtube. Just type "Kaito in Neko Suit dancing Change Me" in the search engine. :D

The names of their high schools are also COMPLETELY made up. Higashi means "east", Minami "south". haha, yeah.

So, I need encouragement, guyz! If you liked this, R&R! It'll definitely fuel my drive to write on. :D