Hello everyone!

So I've watched some of Detective Conan before, but I recently got back into it, as I've been watching it again.

Also… I've been reading a LOT of fanfiction of it. And I do mean A LOT.

This might be a one-shot, but I'm honestly not so sure. It might be more of a series of one-shots, similar to one of my other stories, Spider Shenanigans.

It might be a continuation if you want!

So I do not own either Detective Conan or Magic Kaito.

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I have no idea about medical stuff. I looked it up a bit, but I still don't know a lot. So please forgive me if I get it wrong. I'm trying my best, okay?

Also, please give me prompts as well! I might try to do them. You can request ship ones if you want to! If I know I can write it well, that is.

(I'm in KaiShin hell, if that helps). :D

ALSO I'm sorry for any OOCness! It was a necessary evil. I'm not good at writing any of the DC characters yet.

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Hakuba Saguru looked at his watch. 58 seconds left.

58 seconds before Kid would appear to steal the Hope Diamond.

He had been surprised when Inspector Nakamori had found another heist notice inside his pocket right after last month's heist. That wasn't something Kid usually did, but then again, he was never completely predictable in his actions.

Of course, it hadn't taken very long to figure out the little riddle found on the paper.

Kid was to appear to steal the Hope Diamond, being showcased by some rich guy. He was displaying it since the diamond was usually in America.

Hakuba hoped the the KID killer would show up. For some reason, the six-year-old was able to chase the thief down without too much of a problem, even coming out of the chase completely untouched by any sort of mischief. Which was remarkable, since not even Hakuba could avoid all of them.

Maybe Kid was just going easy on him because he was a kid though…. Heh. He knew how much of a soft spot Kuroba had for kids. And yes, he was still completely convinced that Kaitou Kid was Kuroba Kaito, despite his lack of any concrete evidence.

He did hear from somewhere that the small detective had gone to America. Such a shame.

The blonde detective looked at his watch. 3 seconds left.

The loud crowd of Kid fans chanted to the countdown.

"3!"

He mentally prepared his mind for anything.

"2!"

He looked around, making sure he memorized where most of the traps were.

"1!"

He got ready to sprint.

"AHHHHHH!"

The crowd cheered as the thief appeared right on time, a smirk on his face.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Thank you all for coming to my performance tonight! Especially you, Inspector! Speaking of which, how'd you enjoy my little surprise last month? Surprising, no?"

Inspector Nakamori didn't even get the chance to answer before the thief snapped his fingers, the room becoming covered in multicolored smoke.

It soon cleared, with everyone finding their clothes a different color. Upon closer inspection, they were also slightly horrified that Kid had changed their hair color as well. Nakamori had found himself dyed a bright pink, while his hair was a dark blue. Hakuba himself was yellow, which wasn't too bad if it was just that, but then again, his hair had been dyed a strange green color. Which was horrifying because he knew it would take a while for it to completely wash out.

Kid stood on top of the case, the same smirk from before still on his face as he held the diamond necklace that also held the Hope Diamond. The large blue gem and the surrounding diamonds sparkled almost ominously in the indoor lighting, only proving that it was very real and very much in Kid's hands.

Hakuba blinked. When had Kid even had the chance to take the diamond?! Sure, there was the smoke but… truly one couldn't bypass the security that easily. Then again, this was Kaitou KID they were talking about.

He had looked at his watch. One minute and nine seconds since the heist started.

The thief waved at them cheerfully. "Sorry to cut this very short, but seeing that I already have my goal for tonight, I'm going to have to wish you all adieu."

The Inspector glared. "Not if we can catch you first, you thief!"

Kid's smirk turned into a challenging grin. "I'd like to see you try." He then proceeded to throw out another smoke bomb, colored a plain grey this time, and a snap was heard over all of the ruckus.

The smoke cleared, and it seems that the situation has been made worse because some of the officers had ended up on the ground, tied up. Not all of them, luckily.

But Kid was nowhere to be seen.

Hakuba could hear Nakamori curse before he yelled out orders to the rest of the KID Taskforce. "Find him! He has to be around here somewhere! There's no way he'll get away that easily!"

Hakuba could only sigh as he ran towards one of the doors to the side of the room, noticing that was where Kid had been leaning towards right before he had dropped the bomb. He had to be on this side of the building, and he doubted it was a feint, since the thief wouldn't have enough time to stop his momentum and turn the other way.

Some of the officers followed him as he went through the doorway, jumping over the first laid trap as he continued to keep his pace. He knew some of the Taskforce wasn't as lucky though, if the surprised yelps he heard coming from behind him were any indication.

The detective sprinted down the hallway, passing a few doors as he made his way through, He would leave that search to the other officers. He had a feeling Kid didn't duck through any of them though. It was obvious that the guy liked danger a little too much, and Hakuba was sure that it would be the one thing that would eventually lead to his capture.

As he turned left at the corner, he got a good view of the whole hallway in front of him. To the right, parallel to the wall, was a staircase that went up to the next floor. Past it was the rest of the hall that turned left at the corner.

When his eyes landed on the staircase just as he turned the corner, he saw a brief glimmer of white at the very top before it disappeared. Under any other circumstance, he would've thought he imagined it and would leave it alone, but at a KID heist… Well…

Any lead was a good lead.

He raced up the stairs, and he barely had the chance to duck as he caught a lone, thin string stretched to catch anyone who was too focused to notice.

Lucky for Hakuba, he was able to avoid it thanks to his good observation skills. It came with being a detective.

It did slow his momentum though, and he grit his teeth as he tried to pick up the pace. He could clearly see the white suit ahead of him though, so he jumped and ducked through some more wires as he did the best he could to avoid any sensors.

He continued to run up the many floors, continued to avoid many of the traps in his way, continued to chase the white-clad thief because he was right there.

When he finally made it to the roof where Kid was waiting for him, he knew he didn't come out unscathed. His right forearm was purple, and his left leg was red. There was also probably some other damage he couldn't see.

Despite this though, he grinned. He had him cornered now! There was no way he'd let Kid get away when he finally caught up!

A voice in his head said that Conan was still better than him, but he ignored it as he walked over to the thief, who held the jewel to the moon. "I have you now, Kid. Why don't you come with me? I'm sure the Taskforce has been saving a nice cell just for you."

Kid turned and looked at him, the smile on his face quickly turning into a smirk as he lowered his arm. He didn't even look tired, the bastard. "Ah, Tantei-san, you finally had the skill to find me tonight, huh? I'm a little impressed, but not quite enough unfortunately~ You still have much to learn, detective. You do realize that I went a little easy on you guys tonight, right?"

Hakuba stared. What?! There was no way the thief would do that. He was probably just messing with him right now!

He checked his watch again. Eleven minutes and twelve seconds since the start of the heist.

Kid laughed at him. "You actually thought you could get me tonight?! Ah, you're priceless Tantei-san! But of course, I live for the thrill of the chase. It's been rather boring without my favorite critic here, so I had to spice things up a bit, if that's how the saying goes."

Hakuba frowned and took a step forward. Before he could say anything, a gunshot rung out through the rooftop.

Both of their eyes widened as they heard the bullet ricochet far too close to comfort. None of them had seen it, but Hakuba swore he had felt it wizz past his face, which was a scary thought in itself.

Kid was the one to snap out of it first though, as his shaken form suddenly became more firm and rigid and his face gained a sort of determined look. He lunged for the teen detective as another shot echoed loudly.

It seemed that the thief had gotten him out of the way just in time, because the bullet barely hit Kid's right forearm instead. They both landed on the ground, covered by a heating unit for the moment.

Hakuba's eyes widened more in fright than shock at the blotch of red that was steadily growing on Kid's clean white suit.

The thief didn't waste any time though, immediately standing up. He held out his uninjured hand to the detective. "Look, I have a way for us to escape but… I don't want you to get hurt. So can you please trust me, just this once?" His voice was surprisingly quiet and soft, even as he could sense the seriousness in the tone.

Hakuba lied still for a moment, thinking. Could he trust this person, this thief who stole gems only to return them in what he was sure was mockery, and who messed with both him and the police? Then again, Kuroba wasn't a bad person. He always made sure no one was hurt at heists, never doing anything that could permanently damage anything. At school, even though he never stopped his pranks, he never did it to hurt others. Indeed, perhaps it was to cheer them up instead.

He scoffed. It was probably only for himself, for his own selfish reasons. But… "Alright." He smirked. "I'll trust you. Just this once though. You better give me an explanation why we're being shot at though." His hand grabbed the thief's, and he pulled himself up with his help.

Kid smiled back. "Ok, I promise I will. First things first though. On the count of three, we'll run to the edge of the roof on the other side. Run as fast as you can. I'll be right next to you. And when I say jump, you jump, got it?"

Hakuba nodded.

The thief started the countdown. "1, 2…. 3!"

Hakuba ran as fast as he could, not even looking back, knowing that he had to trust the thief for the time being. Any other action could result in a bloody death for the both of them, if the gunshots nearby were any indication.

He was here. The end of the roof. It had taken seven seconds to reach it. A voice sounded out behind him not a second later.

"JUMP!"

Even though Hakuba knew it was a long way down, it's not like there was anything else he could do. Even if he knew that all that lay below was a concrete death… Well. It was either death by bullet, or death by Kaito KID. And if he was going down, he was going to bring the thief down with him. Surely the Taskforce would increase their efforts to catch Kid if he did happen to be the cause of his untimely death. So he did what he knew he had to do.

He closed his eyes and jumped.

Honestly, he had half-expected to find himself on the ground, but he felt… arms wrap around him. And he didn't fall. In fact…

A familiar mocking voice sounded next to him, muffled. "You know, you can open your eyes now!"

And so he did, and his breath was taken away.

They were flying. More like soaring, but details.

The city sparkled below, and everything was shining. Most of the light was a soft yellow-orange color, making look like the city was bathed in gold. It reflected reds and blues and whites. Rooftops were spread out before him, flat, and, while many were dark, some of them were the brightest of all, glowing. It was a truly beautiful sight. He would like to say he'd seen this all before, but airplane windows were always so small and were never clear. Not like this. Never like this.

"Impossible." he found himself saying aloud.

A chuckle sounded out near him. "'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'"

A Sherlock Holmes quote? In English, no less? Hakuba did his best to turn to the thief, who was right over him. And of course, it was him who was holding him up. Who else could it have been, really?

The detective nodded, not in the mood to speak as he was still surprised.

The only sound was the wind whipping against their clothes and faces. There was faint noise coming from down below, but it wasn't enough for him to discern what. It was probably a cacophony of noises that had combined with the help of the flowing air around them.

The silence was comfortable. But of course, he of all people knew that all good things must come to an end.

And it did, not four minutes and twenty-three seconds later as they landed in a nearby park. Kid let go, and Hakuba got out of the way, leaving room for both himself and the thief.

He turned around. Three things caught his eye. First, the hang glider, since it was the largest and pretty noticeable. It soon folded out of sight, underneath the cape.

Second, his hat was nowhere to be seen. He would've said something about it but…

Third, Kid was holding his injured arm, a pained look flashing across his face as blood continued to spread slowly.

Hakuba ran forward, worried for the thief's safety. He may be a criminal, but he saved his life. The least he could do was to help him. "We should get you to a hospital. You were shot, right?"

Kid smiled a bit but he shook his head. "No, I was only grazed, luckily. Either way, a hospital wouldn't be a good idea, because how would we explain Kaitou Kid, huh?" He laughed weakly.

"True… fine, then at least let me help you. It'll be hard to wrap that injury by yourself."

He knew that Kid hesitated. If he was Kid, he would've hesitated too. A detective claiming to help you? Usually, that could mean a trap for capture. But Hakuba wanted to pay the thief back for today. Of course, he was sure this would be the only time that it happened (well hopefully it would, no matter how cool it was to soar over the city).

Kid nodded, his hair getting into his eyes at the movement. "Alright. Here, I have some bandages in here, just in case something happened." He pulled a large bag out of nowhere, already putting a hand inside.

"Wait, let me get it, moving will only aggravate your arm." Hakuba had taken the bag from him ignoring the complaints as he looked inside.

The bag was mostly filled with clothes, probably to disguise himself before the police could figure out his location. They were dominantly blue, but he saw a white shirt mixed in too. To the side of the bag was the first aid kit he was looking for. Off to the other side was a couple of bottles of water. Good.

He fished the kit out and opened it. Most of the supplies looked almost new, hardly used. The roll of bandage seemed to be the most used, since it looked like half of the bandage was gone. He raised an eyebrow. Were those specks of blood he saw? Perhaps this wasn't the first time hte thief had been hurt during a heist. But he'd never seen Kuroba in pain at school…

He took the whole roll of bandage out of the kit, not knowing how much he would need since he hasn't seen the whole injury yet. He looked at Kid as he walked towards him. The thief had sat down on a nearby rock, taking off his jacket and rolling his sleeve so that it didn't cover the wound, his gloves already on his lap. His neat brown hair waved in the breeze as the moonlight shone down, illuminating his monocle with a reflection of light. His only visible blue eye looked only brighter.

Wait. Wait just a second. Or more like a couple. Because this was not Kuroba. Sure, he looked like Kuroba. In fact, the two could probably pass off as actual twins. Kuroba's eyes were a violet color, his hair always messy no matter how much one tried to fix it, and his hair was actually a different shade of brown. Although, it might be an easy disguise just in case he did get seen without his famous costume…

Hakuba didn't know, so for now, he would leave it alone. He would of, course, watch Kid closely to try to find any incriminating evidence that it was Kuroba Kaito under that monocle.

He stopped next to Kid. "Alright, let's get started." He held the bandage out, but he was stopped by a hand that had shot out to grab his wrist.

Kid shook his head. "Aren't you forgetting something first? You should make sure the wound is clean. It wouldn't do if the wound got infected. There should be a clean cloth inside the first-aid kit, since I cleaned it this morning. There is also a couple of water bottles inside the bag that you can use to wet the cloth."

Hakuba blinked. He of course knew all of that, being the detective that he was, but Kid was right. He must have been lost in his thoughts enough to forget one of the most crucial parts to wrapping an injury, which was, funnily enough, not wrapping.

Kid raised an eyebrow at him. Oh, right, he was supposed to get the stuff. His brain was just not cooperating with him today.

He grabbed the two items, and lo and behold, the cloth was practically spotless, almost as bright a white as Kid's suit. The water bottle was, well, a normal water bottle. He was almost surprised because of how much Kid used magic. You would think he would use something a little different considering how much he loved attention.

He decided to take the whole kit. He would need the scissors inside to cut the bandage anyways.

Once he made it back to the rock, he looked at the wound. Well, wound was maybe an exaggeration. Kid was right; it was only a graze. It was a little deep, but it wasn't anything serious. It didn't hit anything major, at the very least. Hakuba wet the cloth, not too much, and he cleaned it as gently as possible. Whenever he touched it or neared it, Kid flinched ever so slightly. If he wasn't right next to him or touching him, he probably wouldn't have even noticed.

After he cleaned it (to Kid's satisfaction), he took out the bandage and the pair of scissors, once again looking at the graze, the bandage and water bottle already put away. Now that most of the blood was gone, he could see the injury more clearly.

It wasn't very thick, going slightly diagonal down his arm. It was about three inches long, which wasn't bad in actuality. It must have been the angle in which he was shot at. Since he had been lunging for Hakuba, his arms would've probably been almost parallel to the ground. The sniper had probably been somewhere above him.

Speaking of which… "What was with the sniper up there? You said that you would explain, right?" He started to wrap the bandage around the wound.

Kid fidgeted a bit, looking comfortable. "While it isn't quite in my jurisdiction, I did accidentally drag you into this, so I suppose I owe you a bit of an explanation. However, I myself can't tell you much."

"Why not?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that either. Sorry. Anyways, that sniper… from what I've heard, his name is Snake. Or at least his codename. He's appeared at a few heists, not all of them, but still some. He has something against me, but he hasn't told me what it was. In fact, I don't think I've heard him speak either, which would make sense, as he probably wouldn't want me to recognize his voice."

"Do you know what he looks like?"

He shook his head. "No. It would make it a lot easier if I did though." He laughed bitterly.

"I see… So you don't know why he's shooting you."

A slight hesitance. Then he shook his head.

Hmm. It sounded like he told Hakuba as much as he could, despite his promise that he couldn't. There was something suspicious about it all….

He tied the bandage tightly before cutting the excess off. He put it and the scissors inside the kit next to him, stretching as he stood up. "There, hopefully that should do it."

"Thanks. Now, I should probably get going…" Kid stood up, picking up his jacket and the first-aid kit, putting it back in his bag. He then picked the bag up, and started to walk away, the cowlick in his hair bouncing at his swift movements.

"Wait!"

Kid turned around, looking a bit annoyed. "What?"

"...You're Kudo Shinichi, aren't you?"

Hakuba didn't miss the panic in his eyes, despite how fast he covered it. He smirked, knowing he caught him.

"Don't even try to hide it. Look, I promise I won't tell. Even if I don't like Kid… I really respect you."

Kid paused. Then his entire disposition changed. He straightened his stance and grinned that familiar grin. Not that familiar Kid grin, but the grin that Hakuba had seen in many newspapers in the past.

"So… how'd you figure it out? Hakuba-san, right?"

"Right. Well, the first clue I got was your Holmes quote. You're quite famous as the Heisei Holmes, you know. And it is well-known that you like Sherlock Holmes as well. And with you quoting the book in English, you had to be a huge fan to know it. The person I had originally suspected to Kid is not a fan of the detective, even going as far to sa he hated him. He's a person who prefers action and fantasy over most mysteries. He always makes fun of my love of the Sherlock Holmes books."

"Next was your seriousness. While you act like a prankster magician on the stage of a heist, during the past several minutes you didn't once prank me or anything like that. In fact, you've been rather serious. You're also observant, as well as quite knowledgeable. You knew about how to clean a wound and that I had been spacing out, already suspecting me of something. Probably that I could turn you in. But you noticed how honest I was, huh?"

"Anyways, thirdly, your appearance. I've seen a lot of pictures of you, due to your fame as both a detective and being the son of two already famous people. Also, your supposed disappearance reached headlines for a time. I don't think anyone would be able to pull off that cowlick of yours without some crazy help. Or if it's natural, like yours is. The person I had suspected has superbly messy hair. I've seen people trying to tame it, none of them succeeding. I'm sure even he would be able to get his hair the way yours is. Plus, you fit the picture of Heisei Holmes to a T. Same complexion, same eyes, same build… same skill."

"Lastly, well… your ID was right on top of your clothes. After a quick check, I determined it was real. It was next to your phone."

The thief blinked. Then, he laughed. He actually laughed. "Well, I guess it was only my own fault then, huh? Really, I'm not too surprised that you'd be the one to figure it out, Hakuba-san, being the famous detective you are."

Hakuba smiled. "Still, I'm surprised that you of all people were Kaitou Kid. It would make sense why you've been gone though. And no one would even think of it being you. So I suppose it'd be rather easy, huh?"

"Haha, I guess it would. So are you really not going to turn me in?"

Hakuba frowned. "While it's true your a thief, you do return what's taken. Either way, I don't think I would feel good if I took a skilled detective like you off the streets. From what I've heard, you've solved most of the murders around here. Without you, I think that at least of the murders that's occurred would be solved. Just… make sure to be careful from now on, ok? I respect you as a fellow detective, and I don't want to see you getting hurt."

Kid, or Kudo Shinichi, smiled. "Right. Oh, and one more thing…" He took something out of his pocket and tossed it. Hakuba easily caught it.

The Hope Diamond.

He looked up again to thank him.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

He looked back down at the diamond again, only to elicit a (ahem, manly) scream as he found himself in a poofy yellow princess dress.

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Hakuba sighed as he listened to the teacher drag on. Back to normal life.

Well… almost.

He looked over at Kuroba, who was clearly in a good mood. He was humming in the middle of class for goodness sake. Didn't he have any sense of seriousness in him?! He wasn't even pranking anyone...

He wondered why Kuroba was happy. Now that he knew Kaitou KID's true identity, he wasn't sure why Kuroba could be so cheerful. Before, Hakuba had always assumed that the magician's emotions had been based off the Kid life. But now…

Now he'd have to start over.

Since Kaito wasn't Kid, him moving here had almost been for nothing. The thief was at an entirely different school. He guessed that he shouldn't worry though. He knew that Kudo had a good sense of self-restraint.

Last night had been enlightening, to say in the least.

The bell rang right then, signaling lunch. The teacher left in a hurry, probably afraid that Kuroba would start his pranks as soon a lunch had started. The rest of the class had also been on edge, suspecting that Kuroba had something big planned.

To everyone's surprise, Kuroba continued to simply hum, taking out a lunch and actually eating like a normal person.

Hakuba sighed. Now was a good time as any…

He got up from his seat and walked to Kuroba's seat. "Hey, Kuroba, mind if I talk to you for a second? Alone?"

Kuroba looked up and blinked at him. He smiled innocently. "Sure, Hakuba-kun! The roof right?"

"Sure. Just hurry up, it's kind of important."

The magician swiftly packed everything up and followed him. Once they were on the roof, alone, they turned to each other.

"So, what did you need?"

"I'm extremely sorry for the misunderstanding, Kuroba-kun! I had assumed that you were Kaitou Kid all this time, but now I know that I was wrong. I apologize for my silly accusations."

Hakuba had bowed, feeling that it would be necessary to really get his point across.

"I made a huge mistake in thinking that you were Kid. I never really had enough evidence, I had only suspected, which is disgraceful for a detective, and there was never any real, proof, and I'm very sorry for everything."

And he was. All he had had was circumstantial evidence and a feeling, even though it was a detective's job to make sure they had enough evidence before they arrested the wrong person. And that had been exactly what he had done. In the future, if he had convinced the Taskforce that Kuroba was Kid, the wrong person would've gone to jail. And even then, Kid would still be on the loose, which would be bad for the Taskforce's reputation, which would just make everything worse.

He was glad he had learned the truth before he had done anything too brash.

Hakuba only heard silence. Slightly nervous, he looked up.

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Kaito really didn't know what to say when Hakuba had actually apologized to him. He had actually apologized. To him.

It was priceless in a number of ways.

He was really trying to keep his face as blank as possible (once the shock had worn off anyways). He didn't need the annoying detective to be have a reason to be more annoying.

But when Hakuba had looked up at him from that position, not even standing up straight yet and giving him a slightly nervous look…. Well.

His mask broke, and he laughed.

The incredulous look and the clear confusion on his face had only made him laugh harder. And then he was reminded of last night, and he just lost it.

He was crying! Noticing that the detective had looked offended, he took out his phone, looking through his phone before he found what he was looking for. The picture only made him laugh harder, which he had no idea that it was possible at this point. He held out the phone to his classmate who took it to get a closer look.

Because really, who couldn't laugh at seeing Hakuba in a dress?

And Hakuba looked, well… he looked pretty mad, but also a bit shocked. His face was flushed, probably a mixture of both anger and embarrassment.

Supposedly Hakuba was the one person in the world who couldn't laugh at seeing himself in such silly attire.

But frankly, the picture was going to make Kaito's month. He really had to thank Shinichi for this.

When the great Heisei Holmes had sent him the picture without warning this morning, he was only glad he was home alone because he was sure he sounded like a madman.

He had also practically choked on the hot chocolate he had been drinking, but no one needed to know that.

"W-where'd you get this?"

Kaito waved him off, snatching his phone. "I accept your apology, Hakuba! See ya~"

"O-oi, Kuroba!"

The teen magician swiftly made it back to his class, lunch still in session. He sat down at his desk, taking out a phone in the process. He started to text someone.

KID: Yo Shin-chan! Thx for the pic! His face was priceless! XDDD

Did you know he apologized today? He even BOWED. This has gotta be the greatest day of my LIFE

Meitantei: Haven't you done that before though? With the dress I mean. Why are you so happy about it?

KID: Because I actually have a good pic of him in a dress now! Most of them were blurry… Ooooh I know Imma frame this inside his house, he'll go NUTS

Meitantei: Calm down, we don't need you to break him. No matter how much you dislike him, a person can only take so much. Also, he's a good detective, we don't need to destroy his brain in the process.

KID: Mou, you're no fun :( But seriously thx for filling in 4 me! Didn't expect the nuisance to see u but I think it was SO worth it in the end huh? ;D

Meitantei: ...Maybe.

KID: Oooh are u admitting it was fun? I'm so PROUD of u! 3

Meitantei: By the way, how's that gunshot wound healing up?

KID: Changing the subject are we? Its great though, I haven't been feeling that much pain. It should be almost healed right? Ah I can't wait! Im going to have to let you take over for me some other time!

Meitantei: I almost got shot you know. By the same person that shot YOU.

KID: I know. But think of all the pranks we could pull off with TWO of us~ Nakamori's face would just be a pleasant side effect~

And oops thats the school bell gtg. See ya Meitantei~ :)

Meitantei: Bye, you annoying magician.

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Soooo… ta-da? That's the end of this story.

Once again, if you have any prompts or recommendations, I'll take them!

Also, Kaito is hilarious, too bad I probably didn't write him right, let alone any of the other characters. Oops.

..I'm trying to work on my other stories too, ok? I just had a huge plot bunny for this one. It has inspired me to write more if that helps.

Anyways, see ya! :)