Of Magicians and Their Schemes
...To Court Their Detectives
Summary:
For all that Shinichi had been able solve a case with just a few pieces of a puzzle, he was ultimately hopeless at human interaction. Thank god he had Ran with him, or else Kaito's not-so-covert overturns would've been completely ignored.
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It started with something subtle. A red and white rose, more specifically, a white rose with red spots. And it looked completely natural.
Kaito beamed in self-pride as he presented it, on Valentine's Day no less, to his current love interest, Kudo Shinichi. Said interest had looked at it curiously for a moment before commenting nonchalantly, "I think I've seen a blood-splattered rose on one of my cases before. The guy's head had been axed off and the blood had gone all over the poor flower in his hand."
He was about to continue on when the detective noted the increasingly pale skin his friend had in front of him. When Kaito rushed out of the room with the rose dangling precariously from his fingers looking for a place to throw it, Shinichi just looked bewildered before turning towards an amused Ran behind him and asked, wide-eyed and confused, "Was it something I said?"
The loud laughter and hand-banging-table was not what he expected.