Beware - very OOC, slight AU, and my first ever attempt at humor! God this is fail. XD - Luna

#1: Credit

Kudou Shinichi was walking down the street after his Tropical Land date with his best friend, Mouri Ran, sighing unhappily. Ran hadn't let him follow those two men in black, and he was sorely regretting not forcing her to let him go. He was, after all, a detective, and detectives usually chased the suspicious figures.

Ran and Shinichi had parted a number of minutes ago with Shinichi still sulking and Ran being highly annoyed with her best friend. She had insisted that something always managed to go wrong when Shinichi involved, and if he had followed the two men in black, he'd probably end up knocked out and poisoned and, oh, she didn't know, shrunken into a six-year-old or something.

Shinichi had snorted irately at that ("You have such an overactive imagination, Ran,") and walked off, leaving Ran in front of her father's detective agency.

Shinichi groaned, glancing up at the sky. It was a full moon, one that lit up the night sky like – Wait a second, what was that dark shape hurtling towards him?

Realizing a split-second too late, Shinichi tried to both simultaneously dodge and catch the falling person (who knows how he came up with that idea) and only succeeded in buffering the person's fall. With his body.

"Ow," Shinichi moaned, rubbing the back of his head, which had knocked hard against the sidewalk. He looked up at the person on top of him and raised an eyebrow.

The person was another boy who looked about the same size as Shinichi, maybe slightly smaller. He was wearing a dramatic white suit with an attached cape, matching boots, a blue button-up, a red tie, a white top hat, and, perhaps strangest of all, a glass monocle over his right eye.

"Sorry," the white-cape guy apologized embarrassedly, red-cheeked as he got off of the frowning high school detective. "My hang glider kinda broke." He paused. "In midair."

Shinichi cleared his throat, sitting up. "Um, this may sound a little bit rude, but, er, are you a, uh, cosplayer by any chance?"

The other blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. "Excuse me?"

"Well, most people don't walk around in that kind of getup, you know?"

"I am the Kaitou Kid," the white-cape guy stated, disbelieving but arrogant nonetheless.

There was an awkward silence.

"Oh my God, are you one of those cosplayers?!" Shinichi scrambled backwards, panicking. "One of those cosplayers who think they actually are whatever they're cosplaying as? God, those people scare the shit out of me." He took short breaths, staring wide-eyed at the other (extremely puzzled) guy.

"What are you even talking about?" snapped the guy. "Haven't you heard of Phantom Thief 1412? Kaitou Kid?"

Shinichi furrowed his brow. "Hmm, now that you mention it, my dad's talked about that. What is it?"

"I am the Kaitou Kid," White-Cape Guy repeated.

Glancing over at the annoyed-looking guy – apparently "Kaitou Kid" – Shinichi shrugged. "That's nice." He stood up and started to walk down the street. "I'm kind of tired, sorry. Day at the amusement park. See you later."

Kid gaped at him. "Are you kidding me? Most people would either be frantically calling the police or begging me to marry them!"

Shinichi looked over his shoulder. "I don't know why the police would have to get involved unless there's a law against people having bad hang gliders and landing on pedestrians. And if you haven't noticed, I'm male, and so are you, so I don't think I'd ask you to marry me."

"What the hell's wrong with you?!" Kid jumped to his feet, cape swishing out behind him. "I'm the Phantom Thief 1412. The famous gentleman thief. The criminal magician. I steal jewels. I have a task force just for me. Do you even care?"

Blinking, Shinichi slanted his head to one side. "To be honest... no." He suppressed a yawn. "Now if you'll excuse me..."

Agitated, the magician grabbed the detective's shoulder. "At least tell me who you are."

"Kudou Shinichi, high school detective. We done here?"

Kid released his shoulder, a smirk crawling across his face. "Yes."

"So that's why we should thank Sir Isaac Newton! Because he discovered gravity, which caused us to meet." Kaito insisted, poking Shinichi in the side. "Hey, are you listening?"

"What?" His near-twin looked up from his Sherlock Holmes book.

"Listen to me when I'm talking, Shinichi," Kaito warned, glaring at him.

"Sure, Kaito." Shinichi gazed back at his book.

Kaito grabbed Shinichi by the ears and forced the detective to look at him. "So? Do you agree with me or not?"

"It's not like Sir Isaac Newton invented gravity, he just came up with the theory." Shinichi jerked his head away, and Kaito looked hurt, moving to the opposite side of the couch.

Sighing repentantly, Shinichi set his book aside, crawled over, and kissed the other gently.

Pulling back, he grinned down at a flushed Kaito. "I do, however, give credit to Otto Lilienthal."

Twenty minute drabble FTW!

Yep, the first of what should grow into a series-of-drabbles fic where I dump my random ideas.

YES, I know, I know, this is so ridiculously OOC that it's... er... ridiculous. orz I fail.

To anyone who is wondering who the hell Otto Lilienthal is, he's the inventor of the hang glider. LOL I did research for a fan fiction. What now.

Um... yeah I'm a bit hyper right now.

I'll try to post another one within a week! Thanks for reading this failure~