Here it is, another story from me.

Disclaimer: If I owned Detective Conan, there would be a LOT more Kaito.

The fans screamed wordlessly to the white figure flying away from the Hiroshima Museum. Mixed in were the shouts from the police. Nakamori Aoko stood quiet, watching her enemy escape.

A crack sounded through the cries, and everyone fell silent as Kid dipped a bit in his flight before returning to his path. Some fans with binoculars called out, "He was shot!"

"What?"

"His shoulder's bleeding!"

"He'll be fine, it's just a scratch!"

'Kid, you idiot!' Aoko thought, watching the hang glider soar off.

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"Kaito, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," the messy-haired teen answered, wincing and clutching his left shoulder.

"But you've been gripping your shoulder like that all day!"

"Look, it's nothing, okay?"

"No. You're clearly in pain, and I want to know why. What happened?"

"How many times do I have to say that it's nothing?"

"Look, Kaito, would you please come with me?" Aoko asked sweetly, grabbing his right arm and dragging him out of the classroom.

"Aoko, where are we going?" He asked, following her through the halls.

"We're here," she said, opening the door onto the roof.

"There, I'm right where you want me. Now what?"

"Kaito…" He looked to her. "Take off your shirt."

"Why would I?"

"Let me look at your shoulder."

"Why?"

"I want to see what happened to you."

"No way!" Kaito flipped away from her, about five feet back.

"Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is you just take off your shirt or at least expose your shoulder. Or I can do it for you."

In response, he reluctantly pulled off his jacket and top, showing her a poorly bandaged shoulder.

"Oh, kami, Kaito. What happened to you? Here, let me see." She pulled back the cover to see a small hole on his back, rather burned around it. It wasn't just one, though. All across his body were scratches and scars. "How did you get these? You've been shot before?"

"It's nothing big."

"Nothing big? Who would even think of doing this, let alone actually do it?"

"Look, Aoko, it's nothing, okay?"

"You need someone to look at that! It looks like you dressed this yourself!"

"I can't. I'm not going to answer any questions someone would undoubtedly ask me about it and where it came from."

"Kaito, I'll give you the choice. I can drag you to the hospital, or you can go willingly."

"I think I'll go with option three: Don't go at all."

"That isn't a choice. If I can't get you to go, then I will tell someone who can."

Kaito understood then that there was no way out of the situation. He sighed and lowered his head. "Aoko, listen. I can't get this looked at. I can only take care of it myself. If I went to the hospital to get it properly seen to, they'd ask questions I couldn't answer. I can't let them know that information."

"What information?"

"Where do you think these scars came from? When do you think they could have possibly happened?"

"I don't know; that's why I'm asking you."

"I only got this last night. Someone was shooting at me, and I'm pretty sure he was trying to kill me. That guy…I've met with him before."

"Wait, I thought you were at the Kid heist last night? The police were scattered through the crowds; they would've seen someone with a gun, heard it at least."

"I was at the heist. And Aoko, just hear me out. I know you'll probably hate me for this, and that's fine, but just listen to what I have to say first."

"I'm listening."

"The truth is that I was at the heist. You saw me, even if you didn't know it was me. And you saw me get shot; you heard the gun go off. I never wanted it to happen; I didn't want to believe that it could be true. Some days I just wish I'd never found that life behind my father's smile. Sometimes I wish I just knew Oyaji as a magician and nothing more."

"Kaito…"

"I'm so sorry—"

"You idiot!" She slapped him and ran away, leaving him alone on the roof. Her words resonated in his ears even after his face stopped hurting. He followed her inside, finding his former-friend on the top step of the stairs.

"Aoko, I really am sorry…"

"Don't talk to me, Kid." She spat the last word in his face. He could hear the bitter resentment in her voice.

"Can you forgive me?"

"I said not to talk to me!"

"…All right. Let me know when you're willing to talk, okay?"

She buried her face in her hands and started to sob, indicating that Kaito should leave. "…Baka…"She mumbled after him.

How is Kaito going to get Aoko's trust back?

Next chapter: Now she knows. So how's this going to affect their relationship?