Hello and welcome to my little Gift Box. This is just a random idea I got at 5 a.m. in the morning, so we'll see how it turns out. Long story short: Every day I will select 1-2 out of 5 randomly generated words and use them as prompts. I'll probably write about Kaito/Aoko and Shinichi/Ran, but other characters might get some time in the spotlight as well.
A list of finished and unfinished prompts can be found on my homepage. Updates will be sporadic.

Due to the nature of this project, I will probably breach into all the different genres and the rating might go up later.

Anyway, this is my first time writing for DC/MK and it's also my first time writing in english, so I hope I didn't butcher the language too badly. That's all I have to say, I hope you enjoy reading this and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: If I owned either Detective Conan or Magic Kaito I probably wouldn't be here, writing fanfiction.

Prompt #1: Umbrella

Umbrella

He was late and he knew it. Aoko would probably kill him. But it couldn't be helped now, and it wasn't like he meant to be late.
Last night's heist had been a total disaster. He wasn't quite sure how things ended up going so wrong, but they did. Everything started out normal, he had a target,
went to the location a few times, came up with a plan and sent a note after most of his preparations were done. The police reacted just as he had anticipated and set up their security. It wasn't difficult to gather enough intel to finish his plan, leaving him with multiple escape routes and backup plans.

Everything would have been fine, he mused, had there been no snipers. Admittedly, a certain miniature detective came close to figuring out his plan, but as usual he was just a few steps behind the elusive thief. But then shots were fired just as he was about to fly off. A bullet hit his shoulder and he barely managed to crash land near an empty warehouse at the docks. How he managed to crawl inside, he had no idea, but that was as far as he came. Everything went black.

He woke up an hour ago in a house he didn't know. No one was around, but his shoulder was bandaged and his KID outfit lay neatly folded on a chair. The thief could only guess why someone would take in a wounded criminal, fix them up and let them rest in their house without calling the police. Not that he wasn't grateful, he sure was.

Still, it was odd…

And that is the story of how one Kaito Kuroba was found running through the streets of Tokio at 3p.m. on a Saturday, getting soaked in the process, because the weather was as abysmal as his mood.

"Sorry, Aok-"
"Bakaito! Do you know how long I have been waiting here?!" she interrupted him. The teenage boy at least had the decency to look ashamed.
"I'm really sorry. I ran into an old friend and we got talking and kinda lost track of time."

It was scary how easy the lies flew out of his mouth nowadays. Each and every one adding to the intricate web of lies that he spun around him, catching everyone that came too close. Eventually, he might get caught up in it himself but he shoved that thought aside whenever it arose, not daring to examine it further, afraid of the consequences.

The girl shook her head and glared at her friend. Good friend he was, letting her wait in this storm for two hours.
"Why didn't you wait inside? You're gonna get sick."
Indeed, water was dripping from everywhere, her clothes, her hair, even her eyelashes. If she hadn't already, she'd probably catch a cold if she didn't get dry soon.
"I did. I was about to leave."

He studied her face. She was lying, but why?
"There's no way you'd be that wet if you just came outside. You've been standing here for a least a few minutes."
A glare was the only answer he got and he decided to let it rest, he just wasn't in the mood for a fight right now.
"Well, I'm here now, so come on. Let's go inside."

They sat down at a table and read over the menu, though Kaito didn't actually need to, he always ordered something with chocolate. Aoko on the other hand seemed completely lost at the wide range of options.
"I don't know what to choose", she sighed and looked up. Her friend grinned and snatched the menu out of her hands. "Let me pick something then."
"What? No! You'll order something awful and disgusting.", the girl exclaimed. "Now, why would I do such a horrendous thing?", he asked with an innocent smile.
"Because you're a stupid idiot. It would be just another prank on that long list of yours."
"What list?", he asked, slightly confused, while reading over the menu. Something with fruit, maybe? Definitely something hot to warm her up. "Oh, nothing, forget it."

Now, if you don't want someone to continue with a topic, these words are usually not the way to go, because they will peak the other person's interest, making them more likely to pry further.
"No, tell me."
"No."
"Ah, Aoko, come on. Tell me, please, please, please?" He mustered up his best puppy face and looked his friend right in the eyes. He knew, she wouldn't be able to resist for long.

Their little staring contest was interrupted by a waitress, coughing loudly to get the attention of the teenagers.
Not breaking eye contact Kaito ordered two large hot chocolates.
"Anything else?"
"No." "Yes.", they answered in unison.
"Well?", the waitress asked. "I'll also take a piece of strawberry cake."
"You sure about that? We don't won't you to get fat, now do we?" Kaito smirked and then instantly dodged the hand that was trying to hit him on the head.
"Bakaito! I won't get fat because of one piece of cake!" the girl screamed. By now, other patrons in the cafe were looking over to the teenagers, - who where completely oblivious to the amount of noise they were creating - some looking annoyed and others rather amused.
"Well, it's just one piece here and now. But who knows how much you're eating at ho-"
A loud shriek finally garnered the attention of all the people currently in the cafe and the chase was on. Running between tables, jumping over tables, crawling under them ... chaos erupted.

"Thats enough, you two!", boomed a loud voice, just a few minutes later.

"I can't believe you got us kicked out of the cafe!", Aoko complained after the manager had ushered them out personally.
"Ahoko! You started chasing me. It's all your fault!"
"Is not! You just had to make that dumb comment, didn't you?! And now we're both gonna get sick."
The brown haired boy just smiled and seemingly grabbed an umbrella out of the air.
"How did you-?"
"A magician never reveals his secret."

As if he would tell her, that he 'borrowed' that lovely bright red umbrella from an unsuspecting patron in the cafe. He would return it, of course.