Disclaimer: The author doesn't own Detective Conan or any of its characters. The scenes are all made in the author's imagination. Any similarity to incidents past, present or future are merely coincidence. Any odd behavior shown by reader after reading this will not be the responsibility of the author.
Note:Fic is AU. Note and disclaimer will not be repeated in later chapters.
Chapter 1: That Fateful Lunch Break
The name's Kaito. Kuroba Kaito.
I'm known as the Playboy, with a capital P. I'm a natural Casanova. At the ripe age of 16, I've gone out with every girl in school, and dumped them the very next day. Well... Almost every girl.
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I guess it all started during that fateful lunch break, the third best time to hit on girls.
Two freshmen were offering me their bentos. I accepted, taking it from their hands with my trademark smile. Squealing, they ran off to tell their girl friends about this 'great' accomplishment.
What were their names again? Oh well, it's not like it matters since I can say with confidence that I've already dated those two girls and their girl friends.
Bentos in hand, I headed for the homeroom of Kudo Shinichi, my best bud since childhood.
Who's Kudo Shinichi?
He's the student who always gets top ranking without trying, the one who always solves the case when watching mystery shows, the hero of the soccer team with great potential, and the guy who's so dense, he doesn't notice the half the female population staring gooey-eyed at him.
Jealous? Do I sound that way? Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not.
The lowest ranking I ever got was tenth, and that was because I had back-to-back dates with brunettes during the finals. I only get the criminal right half the time but, hey, that's normal. After all, I'm not the one who inherited deduction skills from my dad. I'm the star of the track team, setting the record of the fastest hundred meter dash. As for girls, well, I don't really have to explain that now, do I?
We're different from each other. We have different opinions, mostly different interests. Hell, we even support different teams. I support the Tigers, he's for the Panthers. Hey, it's not my fault the Tigers always wins.
Anyway, back on topic: I opened the door of class 2-1, looking for that familiar cowlick. I smiled as I saw it, his head buried in another sports magazine. If only he'd shake his mind off that soccer cloud, he'd have half as many girlfriends as I do.
I was about to approach him when I noticed someone sitting beside him. Now, nothing wrong with that except… The seat beside him used to be empty. That meant this person was student who transferred in the middle of the school year. Only one thing surprised me. This transfer student was... a girl. This transfer student was... hot.
Target lock on.
Her eyes, a cross between green and blue, gave off a sort of untouchable aura. Her hair, tinted reddish-brown, was short, but strands of it framed her delicate features. Even from afar, I could rate her body and I must say, with the figure this girl had, she could have easily been crowned last year's Miss Teitan High.
Knowing Kudo, he won't try to make a pass on her. He's waaayyyy too dense for that. But he might be a little useful this time. I put down the bentos on the nearest desk and mussed up my hair a little (girls love that, they say it makes me look 'sexy').
"Yo, Kudo," I called out. No response. From Kudo and my target, at least. When I entered the classroom, half the girls had swooned at the sight of me. The other half who didn't notice my entrance had heard my voice, looked at me and then swooned at the sight of me.
I didn't expect a response from him anyway. But I didn't think the transfer student would ignore me. Anyway, I walked toward him, waited for a few seconds and snapped the magazine he was reading shut.
Finally. A reaction. He blinked a few times at the closed magazine, looked up, saw me and smiled. "Yo, Kaito."
"Don't 'yo Kaito' me." I grinned fondly at him and I turned my attention to the girl beside him. "Mind to introduce me to your seatmate, Kudo?"
"Okay," he said turning to her.
Okay..? Wow, that was a fast reaction. Now, you might all think 'what's wrong with saying okay?' but it's not normal. Not for Kudo, at least. I know I said he was smart, but as you may not have noticed, he's kinda absent-minded.
"Kaito, this is Miyano Shiho. She's a transfer student," he said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"So I heard," I said, not missing a beat. I turned to her, giving her my best smile. "Nice to meet you, Shiho."
Kudo frowned at me. "You know her, Kaito?"
"I do now." I looked at him, amused. "How could I know her when I asked you to introduce me?"
His frown deepened. "That's what I was wondering about." He cocked his head, looking confused (the nosy girls who were staring at us almost fainted at this. I gotta admit, Kudo would've been another Playboy if he tried). "Then why did you call Miyano-san Shiho?"
Does Kudo have something for this girl? He's awfully sharp. "Is there a rule saying I can't?"
"Well... Not that there is but..." He seemed hesitant to continue. I decided to humor him, but just a little. No way was I gonna ruin my record for dating every girl in school just for my uncertain feelings, even if it were my best friend.
"If it bothers you so much, I'll call her 'Miyano-san.' Well, until she asks me to call her 'Shiho' at least," I said smiling confidently.
"I don't think she ever will," he muttered under his breath. I stopped, stared at him. Did he just say what I thought he just said? But he was looking back at me, in that innocent way he always did. It must have been my imagination.
"W-well um-" did I just stutter!? "-have you shown her around school yet? Since you're her seatmate I suppose Mouri-sensei would've asked you to do it."
"The thing is," he started, something flickering in his eyes. Is that disappointment? I looked closer, narrowing my eyes just a little. The flicker disappeared. It was probably nothing. "Miyano-san said she already knows her way around the school so there was no need."
"Is that so..." I said, glancing at the transfer student who, through the whole conversation, had not once looked at me. I got a little irritated. I wasn't used to being ignored. Not to mention, by a girl. Being ignored by a girl as hot as her was wounding my pride. But I didn't show it. No, of course not. Showing how annoyed I was would've been bad for my reputation.
If she declined Kudo's invitation that must mean she spoke to him. I can't believe he got the first move... Though he probably wasn't even trying.
"Ne, Miyano-san," I said, stressing the -san, "Won't you even look at me?"
Silence. She kept staring out the window.
A challenge, I realized. This must be a challenge. Hmmm... Maybe that untouchable aura wasn't a bluff after all. Interesting... I'll have you before the school year ends, Shiho. You mark my words.
I blinked. Before the school year ends? Why am I giving myself so much time? I gazed at the side of her face visible to me.
"Kuroba!"
Mouri-sensei. Yikes! Lunch break must be over already.
"Konnichiwa sensei," I greeted, seemingly unaffected with him catching me.
He raised his eyebrow at me, trying to look menacing. It failed, miserably. "What do you think you're doing here?"
"Supervising the neighboring classes?" I tried to pass it off as a cute guess. The girls laughed silently.
He glared at me. "Very funny, Kuroba. Now get your ass out of here."
I gave him a mock salute. "Roger, sensei. My ass is up and moving."
When I taunted the teacher, I took one glance at the transfer student. The expression on her face depicted only two things. Boredom, and apathy.
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And that's pretty much how it all started. That fateful meeting during that fateful lunch break. Though it really didn't seem like much. At that time, I just considered her another target. Another girl to add to my list of 'girls I've gone out with' that I hadn't updated in the last three months.
Kudo was acting weird, even then. But I didn't pay much attention, as you could all see. I just dismissed it as 'my imagination.' Well, if I had paid attention, things probably would've turned out differently, but at this point in time, who knows? 'What if's' can't really change much.
Sigh... Well, that's it for now. I'll tell you what happens after that but... Let's save it for later, okay?
Yours truly, ~Kuroba Kaito~
