Prompt 12: Coffee Dates (Shana_Fujioka)

Disclaimer: Magic Kaito, Detective Conan and its characters do not belong to me, but to Aoyama Gosho. The story was written by me, however, and the original prompt came from Shana_Fujioka and it's called "Coffee Dates".

First Date (It's a Heist, damn it!)

Conan sighed harshly, annoyed at the masses centered on the café. This was his favorite café, but he would bet that it would never be empty again, and all because of KID.

Stupid, annoying, outrageous KID.

He was a jewel's thief, for goodness sake! Yet here he was, planning a heist on a coffee shop to steal a painting that was obviously fake.

Only to annoy him, really, that had to be the reason behind it.

As the crowd drew closer, Conan slipped away, using his small body for his advantage, running between legs and chairs so he could reach the counter that was decidedly empty, so far away it was from the night's target.

He got there fully intending to drop into a stool and wait in peace for the heist to begin and end, since he had already deduced that KID would appear in the middle of the crowd and disappear the very same way (much to the police annoyance, that was stationed on all openings trying to stop costumers from entering. Really, this heist had been planned simply to annoy the law, hadn't it?), but just as he was settling in, he glanced at the barista and just — stared. There was something… tingling at the back of his mind. Something familiar.

Something… KID.

He hopped up with a smirk, staring straight at the disguised thief before him. "So," he hummed, "we both know who you are, so I'll just give you two options." He was being kind, really. KID deserved jail for ruining his café. "You either hand yourself in to the police," of course, "or you can brew me coffee."

What? It had been too long since he had had any good coffee, as it wasn't "healthy" for "such a young kid".

KID, of course, didn't know that, as he just kept staring at him as if he had two heads. Really, it wasn't even his fault. Or that weird. He'd done stranger things to catch murderers before.

After a few more seconds of staring, Conan huffed annoyed. "Okay, whatever, I'm going to tell Nakamori that you're KID. If you're still here when I come back, then it's your own stupidity's fault."

Finally snapping out of it, KID reached out and grabbed Conan's wrist before he could jump down. "Wait, wait! Coffee, right? Black?"

Yes. "Surprise me," Conan found himself saying, even when he clearly meant to agree. Must be KID's fault, the idiotic thing.

KID grinned and started working the several machines that should give Conan his coffee. Satisfied with the deal — and hoping, silently, he could make KID late to his own heist as payback —, Conan settled back on his seat, humming happily with the smells drifting to his nose.

Watching KID work was strangely… amusing. Or, not amusing, exactly, but — he wasn't sure; fulfilling? Satisfying? Curious, he settled for.

KID's hands, and by the way KID moved Conan knew there was nothing hiding them, had long, thin and calloused fingers. Magician's fingers. Expected. Not surprising. Absorbing other information, however, Conan could tell that KID actually practiced a lot more magic than was necessary for his heists; either a perfectionist or magic was his hobby. (Conan half thought it was both.) KID's arms had strength, but not too much; exercise, but not a sport. Good shoulders as well. An acrobat, of course, with the stunts he pulled at his heists. Good upper body strength.

The most curious part, however, was KID's face. By analyzing the light and the smell, Conan was almost certain that this, this face right before him, was KID's real face. No masks. Simply some make-up powder to sharpen and soften his facial features —, which, as Conan had realized at their first meeting, were those of a very young man. And, even more, KID's eyes. Conan was almost certain those were KID's eyes, because they resembled the shade that Conan would get a glimpse of whenever he was chasing the thief around, and they were such an… unique color. Not blue exactly, but something along its shades; violet, maybe, or indigo. Dark, brilliant, alive.

KID was unmasked before Conan, and the only thing Conan was worrying about was whether KID's coffee would be nice.

Really.

KID's idiocy must catch.

With another huff, Conan turned his eyes away, staring at — anything; the crowd, the painting, the clock high up in the wall (one hour to the heist. He felt childish giddiness creeping up again. The thought of making KID late…).

"Here you are!" Proclaimed proudly the thief, catching his attention once again. He was grinning broadly down at Conan, teeth showing and lips curled in something that Conan had to imagine was… honesty. Real amusement. For some reason or another, KID was… happy at doing this. Why? "Hope you enjoy it, tantei-kun."

Cautious about KID's sudden happiness, Conan brought the cup up to his nose instead of his lips.

It smelled… sweet. Absurdly sweet. The heavy scent of coffee was still there, teasing him just out of reach, but there was also something else. Not exactly caramel, nor simply sugar or cream. Chocolate?

He took a sip. And promptly gulped down half of the content in a second.

"Damn," he murmured appreciatively, eyes closed to better taste the coffee on his tongue. He had fully been expecting something terrible and police-station-worthy or even something to trick him, but KID was actually a good barista. "If you're this good at brewing coffee, I just might keep you around, KID," he announced trapping his moan inside.

He opened his eyes a second later to a surprised look on KID's face. Had he actually missed some trick or another, then?

"You're…" KID started blinking slowly, eyebrows high up. "You actually liked it?"

"Please tell me I did not just miss a poison or another," Conan remarked, eyes narrowing down. This was becoming even more suspicious now. Maybe KID had cheated when he looked away?

"No! Tantei-kun! I thought you knew me!" protested KID just as Conan finished speaking, and Conan finally relaxed. "I would never poison someone. I just… Thought you were more of a black coffee kind of person. You know. And I didn't know you could make a good critic of something a criminal gave you."

Conan huffed. "Good job reminding me I was complimenting a criminal, KID. Very beneficial for you."

KID actually laughed at it, eyes warm and voice low. "Well, I always aim to please, tantei-kun. If that means brewing you coffee and pointing out that I'm a thief — what can you do?"

"Idiot."

Oops. Had he spoken that one out loud?

"Tantei-kun!"

… Yep.

He hid his smirk behind the cup, sipping at the remaining coffee with a longing giddiness coming from the idea of it running out. "You are, it is not my fault," he pointed out, stomping down on the feeling of a smile. "And, are you sure you can keep calling me something so obvious this loud? We are pretty isolated from the rest of your fans and the police, but you never know. If someone hears you…"

KID cooed, "Are you worried about little me, tantei-kun? Or are you just trying to get me to call you by name?"

Conan did not flush. He did glare at the stupid thief. "Of course not! And you get annoyed when I call you idiot… idiot."

KID laughed again, hand sneaking too close to Conan for the detective's comfort. Keeping himself as still as possible, Conan kept staring at KID's invading hand until it came too close for him to really see it. Just as he was readying himself to jump down, however, the hand contacted his head. His hair, actually.

Was KID petting him?

Shaking his head angrily, Conan slapped one hand on KID's. "Stop that!"

KID hummed, but graciously folded back into his disguise behind the counter, face open and sociable, but clearly masking his feelings. "If that's what you wish for, Conan-kun."

Eyes wide, Conan glared at him again just in time to catch his wink and the smoke explosion that made him cough.

When the smoke went down, KID was already in the middle of the crowd, making some big speech of some kind, and Conan finished his coffee before following him.

A glance at the clock in the wall showed him that he had failed in his attempt to make KID late. The thief had actually started his heist earlier than planned.

Well. He wouldn't complain, he thought as he laughed.

A win was still a win.