Hi all! I'm doing the author's notes up here this time because it makes more sense to me. Either way, sara-chan, you were right, I was January. I want to apologize in advance for the shortness of this, Amaretto Sour, whoever you may be. But you all know I haven't been too active lately, so give me a break, please? Despite that, I'm happy with how this turned out. So enjoy, everyone!

Let's see, smoke bombs, check, poker cards, check, special surprise for Nakamori, check, slutty cat-girl outfit, che- Hey, wait a minute.... Kaito paused his heist inventory check as he pulled out what appeared to be a lacy, spandex-y, tightly fitting, cat-girl costume out of his box of new supplies.

"Okay, I so did not order this. My cat-girl costume came in three weeks ago and it didn't have any lace on it." Kaito said aloud as he eyed it. "I guess it must've just gotten put it the wrong order or something..." Kaito trailed off as a horrible, wonderful, idea came into his mind.

Oh, oh this will be fun.

His plan was simple. This weeks heist was set to take place in Beika, which could only mean Mr. Shrinky-Dinks himself would be showing up to confront him. And where the runt went, his girlfriend/best friend/big sister (man, that must get confusing!) followed. And wouldn't he get the best reaction if he got Mouri-chan into a costume like this?

Kaito cackled gleefully to himself as he approached the museum where his latest heist was housed. He could only imagine the look on the little detective's face, but what his imagination had come up with was pretty funny already, if he did say so himself.

Everything was in position.

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Showtime!

He executed to retrieval of the jewel flawlessly, their puny attempts at stopping him like child's play under his careful fingers. Now it was time for the real fun to begin! Super Brat was on his heels and he could see Ran directly in front of him. With a pop, he materialized behind her and quickly dropped a (very) oversized handkerchief over her head, ignoring the outraged squeak of his hapless victim. He changed the clothes out quickly before pulling the cloth off with a flourish as he grinned lecherously at Shorty-Bob Short-Pants.

"Ran-! Hey, wait, that's not Ran!" the vertically challenged detective said, stopping in his tracks as he regarded his girlfriend/best friend/big sister's doppelganger.

Kaito turned and for a moment the world slowed down.

There was a fuming Aoko, wearing the cat-girl costume (which looked really good on her and-oh. Oh no)

Kaito flet blood trickle down from his nose as he starred, wide eyed. "Uhhhhhhh."

The cat-girl growled. "KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID!!!!!!!!!!"

And then time sped up again and he was off, bolting out of there like a bat out of hell, over the short people ("Hey!") and under the tall people ("Ack!") and finally, on to the roof where he released his hang glider with a snap a soared over the masses below him. They cheered, except for a portion of the police force that was currently consumed with the task of finding Aoko some decent clothes to wear and cursing Kid out. Well, them a a certain detective who was busy murmuring about assaulting strangers with revealing costumes.

Kid sailed on the air currents above the city, but his thoughts were a million miles away.

Aoko....cat-girl....wow.

Kaito regretted nothing.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!