Summary: Yuma calls and Kaito ignores him. So what happens when he picks up?
Three missed calls.
The line flashed on the screen of his D-Gazer, and before he even checked the Caller ID, Kaito knew who had called. He wasn't surprised when the name Yuma Tsukumo blinked back at him.
Haruto was safe now. Well, as safe as he could be at the moment. There was no reason for Yuma to call him any—
The D-Gazer vibrated in his hand and Kaito grimaced, fighting the urge to crush the fragile plastic and glass between his fingers. He didn't need it, after all. Not since he got the Photon embedded Gazer.
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"What do you want?" he said harshly into the mouth piece as he hooked it over his ear, the weight feeling strange after having not used it for so long.
"What took you so long?" Yuma asked, "That was a whole five rings!"
"Impatient as well as stupid, I guess," Kaito replied easily as he reclined into his desk chair, sitting down for the first time all day. "I gave you that number for Haruto's sake, not mine."
"Yeah well maybe I wanted to check up on him!" Yuma said defensively, though the two knew it was a lie.
"I'm fine. Now go mind your own business."
He heard a sharp intake a breath and immediately imagined Yuma puffing his cheeks indignantly. "Fine! But are you gonna be at the WDC Eve?"
Kaito hesitated. Of course he was going to be there. All of the finalists were going to be there, and he wasn't an exception. "Yes," Kaito murmured. "But not because you want to see me."
"Who said I—"
"See you tonight, if you can find me."
Kaito promptly hung up and threw the old battered D-Gazer across the room where it bounced harmlessly on his duvet. The kid had helped him, and was now making him play stupid games. What the hell would he do next?
Author's Note: Wrote this for Adreus (aka: Asa) on tumblr during one of my fic nights. It was fun~
