This is not KaiCon/KaiShin. Even though I love the ship, Kaito and Shinichi's relationship in this fic is only platonic. So...that's all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan/Mentantei Conan/Case Closed and Magic Kaito. It both belongs to Gosho Aoyama.

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Kaito had been spying on his favorite shrunken detective for almost a week now.

And he is very concerned.

Tantei-kun had not eaten anything since the other day, and it's starting to worry him.

There is something wrong with Shinichi, and it's starting to show on his appearance. There are dark bags under his eyes, obviously from lack of sleep. His usual bright sapphire eyes became a dull, metallic blue, bordering to an almost silver color. His usual confident gait is nonexistent. He doesn't eat, he only plays with his food and drinks a little water. His former pale healthy skin was replaced by a sickly one.

But what really alarmed Kaito was the nightmares and tears.

For the past few nights, Shinichi has been waking up in the middle of the night, trembling from a nightmare, trying to muffle his sobs and pleas.

Pleas for people to remember him.

And Kaito cannot simply ignore those pleas.

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Shinichi sits on the swing set, looking at the Shōnen Tantei-dan as they play soccer at the distance.

They asked him to play with them but he passed this time.

He's too tired, physically and mentally.

He wants to be Kudou Shinichi again. To be the Detective of the East, The Modern Sherlock Holmes, son of the famous author Kudou Yuusaku and the former actress Kudou Yukiko, childhood friend of Mouri Ran.

Not Conan.

But no matter what, it seems that the Fates just hate him.

"The files holding the formula was destroyed by the Organization Edogawa-kun. There's no cure."

Haibara's voice echoed through his head.

Shinichi's breath hitched. The Black Organization was taken down secretly months ago. But they didn't go down without putting up a fight. Many people died that day. Including Vermouth, Bourbon, and Agent Camel.

They also deleted the formula of the APTX 4869 that day.

Making finding a cure impossible.

He stiffened.

He can't do this.

He can't continue on with this...this child body.

He can't.

He can't.

He can't.

HE CAN'T.

Shinichi's throat tightened. He can't breathe. He's experiencing panic attack. He knows that. He needs to calm down. But the constant pounding behind his ears makes it hard to think straight.

Why can't he calm down?

He's a detective, goddamn it.

He clenched his eyes shut.

Calm down, Shinichi. Calm do-

"Hey, are you okay?"

He flinched.

His eyes flashed open.

He blinked.

In front of him stood a boy that looks like Shinichi ( me, me, me. I'm Shinichi. ), except with messier hair and violet eyes.

He blinked again.

Kaitou KID. No one can look so much like me except KID.

Right?

A thought struck him like a ton of bricks.

He knows my name, right?

His eyes suddenly felt hot. And his heart feels like it's being squeezed.

Kaito remembers me, right?

"Hey kiddo, I'm asking if are you okay."

Something inside Shinichi cracked.

Tears streamed out of his eyes.

Kaito's eyes widened, alarmed.

What did he do?

"KID? Y-you're KID aren't you?" Shinichi choked out.

"Wha-!?"

In a flash, Shinichi is suddenly hugging him, hiding his face on Kaito's stomach.

"Kaito...You-you'll remember me right?" Shinichi's voice was muffled but Kaito understood.

Kaito wrapped his arms around Shinichi's small shaking frame and whispered,

"Shh...it's okay now Shinichi. I'll remember you. I'll never forget you."

The end.

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If names are not correct, language will not be in accordance with the truth of things. - Confucius