I know your secret

Gosho Aoyama respectively owns Detective Conan and Magic Kaito.

AN: Yeah… So sorry if anyone was looking forward to me finishing Deal Breaker. I just can't find a way to put into words what I want to do. SO! Now I am making this short one. I want it to be fun. Please enjoy!

Shinichi received an ominous phone call earlier today. Quite honestly, it chilled him to the bone, but he refused to show fear in front of an enemy.

"Is this Kudo Shinichi-san?" the caller had said. The voice didn't sound familiar. And he wasn't a private detective either, so clients shouldn't be calling him. His work was solely for the police.

"Depends. Who am I speaking to?" He replied, casually.

"Never you mind. If you know Mr. Kudo Shinichi, please inform him that I have his secret. If he refuses to do what I tell him, I will spread it like the plague. Thank you." The caller hung up before Shinichi could cry, "Wait!"

Now, he paces around his study, probably wearing a hole into the carpet. His mother won't be very happy about that, but she was never home so she couldn't complain.

Could the secret possibly be about Conan? He had wondered the very question since the call. What was the caller going to make him do to keep that secret safe? How did the caller ever find out? He knows he was never very careful to keep his Shinichi-like qualities under wraps as Conan, but he had gotten extremely good at lying about why he was so much like himself that people would have a difficult time putting two and two together, unless they were someone like Shuichi-san or Hattori.

Shinichi's phone rings again, a different number from the caller. Shinichi breathes a sigh of relief and answers.

"So, you are Kudo-san!" Came the same voice as the caller. Shinichi suddenly felt cold.

"This makes it a lot simpler. Here's what I want you to do if you want my little bit of gossip to stay on my tongue: On the next KID heist, pretend you are Kaito Kid and taunt Nakamori-keibu."

"Eh?" Utters Shinichi. Wh-what? KID heist? The hell?

"Are you deaf, boy? Do I need to repeat myself?" Shinichi feels at a loss for words. What a stupid request to keep the caller quiet about Conan.

"No, I am not deaf," Shinichi says, slowly, "I just think your black mail is a bit dumb."

"D-dumb!?" The voice changed into a different, younger voice, not unlike how his own sounded. That was unexpected…His voice just changed.

"How dare you! Take it back! I will tell people!" The voice became normal again, but it sounded more childish now. Kind of like how the Oji-san gets when he's upset. Shinichi snorts at the thought.

"Okay, I take it back. Your black mail isn't dumb. Is that all?"

"No. I have a plan. For the next month, you will continue to do as I say. Then, and only then, will I leave you alone and keep your secret safe." The voice turns business-like. Shinichi grins. He figured out who the caller was.

"Understood," Shinichi continues to smile, "Kid-san."

"Kid-san? Who are you fooling, you brat?" The voice doesn't sound shaken, but Shinichi can tell deceit easily.

"Lying doesn't suit you. I know who you are. No, I won't explain to you how I know. Yes, I will do what you tell me. But, I do have a question for you." The caller sighs.

"Congratulations, Metantei-san. Speak your question. I may or may not have an answer."

"How did you come across my secret?"

"I've been watching you." Shinichi swallows. The thought makes him feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, and that's not creepy." Shinichi mutters, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Kid cried, dropping back into the younger voice for a second, then saying in the deep voice, "I meant, I watch my rivals and see what they do, so I can figure out ways to beat them. I didn't mean I was stalking you or watching you sleep or anything."

"Sure. So, anyway, you want me to be you on your next heist to draw Nakamori-keibu's attention away from you while you're stealing?" Is my secret really worth helping out a criminal? Shinichi wonders, then answers back to himself, if it gets out you were Conan, it could be worse than letting a petty thief get away.

"That's about it. I'll be having you do something different at each heist. Oh, and you aren't allowed to help catch me. See you next heist!" Kid laughs, hanging up.

Well, this will be interesting…

AN: Bleh. That was short. Sorry if I don't type a lot. Being a senior is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Well, until next time.