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Tap-tap! Tap-tap! It was annoying to say the least. Tap-tap! Tap-tap! The small detective sat up from his mat, having given up on any kind of sleep. He glanced at the window to see a short piece of paper taped to the outside adorned with a very familiar caricature. He didn't bother to see what the paper said as he pushed his covers away and climbed to his feet to investigate what had been making that awful racket even if he had a pretty good idea as to who and what it was. He easily snuck passed his guardian's- Mouri Ran's -room and out into the living room to slip on his red sneakers on and slide out the door into the cool night air.
The small figure moved quickly down the stairs of the place he was currently living and took several steps into the the empty road to get a good look at the road. The sight that met his eyes caused him to frown. He couldn't see it perfectly by any stretch but he'd know that white top hat anywhere. The think that annoyed him most, however, was not the idea that Kaitou Kid was now making unexpected house calls, but that now he had to find someway up on to the roof.
As if having read his mind a rope dropped down the side of the detective agency. Conan let out an ill-tempered groan before giving into the thief's silent demand. He approached the rope carefully before tugging gently to ensure it was secure enough to bare a small seven year old boy safe passage up. Immediately after the tug he felt someone tug back. Apparently, Kaitou Kid had plans to hold the rope while he climbed to ensure it didn't come loose.
With a small sigh the miniature detective as expected and began his climb to the roof. 'Good thing it's so late.' He couldn't help but think as gravity attempted to pull him back to the ground, the rope biting into his palms. Or else this would look highly suspicious.
By the time he reached the roof he was well out of breath having spent nearly all his energy in attempts to not slip while climbing three stories. The Kaitou Kid should have known better than to ask that of a seven year old!
"-Ah sorry, Tantei-kun." The thief stated sheepishly as he watched the younger fight to catch his breath.
"Bastard." Conan panted, hands on his knees. "I'm not-not built for that kind of thing right now. Next time call my cell phone. I'm sure you have the number." He gripped, wiping a bit of sweat off his chin. The Kid merely flashed one of his signature cocky grins.
"Sorry, I was saving that for an emergency." He indirectly confirmed the detective's theory. Conan, however, looked less than please.
"If this wasn't an emergency you'd better leave or I might be tempted to throw you off this roof." He threatened. Kid saw right through the empty threat as his only response was a mirthful laugh.
"Ah, But Meitantei, you'd never be able to accomplish such a thing."
"Oh?" Conan raised an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure?"
"Because, to do that you'd have to do the impossible and catch me!" He grinned gleefully. Conan felt his face twitch and fall into a very flat, unamused expression at that reasoning and bent down to crank up his shoes.
"O-oi, oi!" The thief objected. "Don't you want to know why I'm here?" His shoes clicked and Kid paled- not that Conan could see it with his face over shadowed as it was. "Even if it's to bring you a case!"
"..." Conan clicked his shoes off, happy to see the thief looked relieved and silently snickering at the show of weakness- Kid had woken him up and called him out into the cool night air while he was still in pajamas. Which meant that Conan didn't have his belt on him and no 'Hellish' soccer balls as the thief had once called them. "What kind of case?"
"Only your favorite-murder." Kid baited, watching the smaller cautiously. He'd learned long ago not to take his eyes off this kid for an instant.
"...I'm listening." Conan stated after seconds of consideration.
"I want you to investigate the death of Kudo Shinichi."