AN: I am well aware it is not Christmas, no where remotely close, and that I am going to be shot for doing this. I was bit by Christmas plunnies in May that demanded to be written now. What else can I say?
Disclaimer: I will not, cannot, and do not own Detective Conan. It belongs to Gosho Aoyama.
Conan Edogawa was enjoying a nice home at the Kudo manor. He had curled up in the main room with a Sherlock Holmes novel and a cup of steaming hot chocolate. He was out of coffee, much to his dismay, so the hot chocolate would have to do.
He sipped at the hot chocolate slowly and he delved into his book, blissfully unaware of the world. That is, until he heard a loud shout and the sound of something slithering off his roof before there was a sharp yelp and a crash.
Conan put his book and mug down. He stood up, fearing the worst and clicking the lens on his watch open.
He opened the door harshly, aiming his watch…then putting it down. "Kid?" he shouted looking at the white thief hanging upside down from the roof, suspended only by a few strands of Christmas lights tangled around him.
A couple of boxes lay unopened on the ground, accounting for the crash. Which made sense, seeing as the thief was dangling at about his eye level instead of on the ground. The thief looked at him sharply, causing him to spin in his light strand prison. He waved cheekily at the boy, pretending that he was not in any sort of bad predicament at all.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked the thief, observing his situation in a fraction of a second.
"Your house is always so dreary, so I decided to add something," the thief smiled looking at the boy with a small smirk on his face.
Conan pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about he wondered why in the world he even dealt with the white clad thief.
He was drawn out of his rant when a white silk covered hand tilted his face slightly. "Because you love me," he purred to the shrunken teen, kissing him softly even as he hung upside down. Conan froze his eyes widening, he then closed his eyes leaning into the soft kiss.
Kaitou soon pulled back leaving the mini detective dazed. With a poof of pink smoke he was on the ground next to him. "So what do you say we go inside and you can make me some of the hot chocolate that I can taste on you," the thief said leering at him.
Conan huffed, red faintly dusting his cheeks and said, "Fine, then come on." He led Kaitou inside, the moonlight magician happily following right behind him.
AN: Yep, that's it. Reviews would be loved greatly…even if the timing for this fiction is not right ^^.
