Mikau: Hey guys. I'd started expanding this back in October, but then the cold set in and I got too depressed to safely write. But now I'm feeling a little emotionally healthier and picking this back up. By the way, this is completely EverThePhantom's fault. She's the one who told me how she thought Kaito should be an incubus and encouraged me to continue.

So yeah. This fic will now feature both KaiShin and HakuKai, and the main character is an incubus, so there are going to be some mature scenes (for both couples) later on in the fic, so…this should be interesting. The rating may have to go up in the future, but… Oh! Before we get started, thank you so much to all of those who reviewed the pilot chapter: Blue Waters 52, Guest, Hebiaczek, MissingJigsaw, 10th Squad 3rd Seat, Loner Kid, EverThePhantom, and Guest (Sorry. I haven't been mentally well enough to edit/post this. No need to be mean. -.-; I'm just taking care of myself so that I'm around to write stories for you guys. (Unless I read your tone wrong and you were joking, not being mean. It's hard to tell without a voice to go along with the words.))! I really hope you like the continuation.

Disclaimer: Obviously DCMK is not mine, and, furthermore, the idea to have Kaito be an incubus was EverThePhantom's. I lovingly blame her for all the craziness to follow.

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Chapter Two: Kaito - The Demon Inside

I'm a monster.

All my life I thought I was normal, but in my early teens I started to change. Puberty for me was a far worse hell than I imagine it was for any of my peers. My father died when I was still very young, and my mom is human, so there was a chance that I would be normal too. But I'm not. Still, she raised me as a human, and I had no clue about my father's secret up until my demon blood started to show.

I've hidden it these past few years. Nobody knows, nor can they know. They'd turn on me. They'd hunt me down and do experiments on me, keep me locked up in a research facility, treat me like a sideshow freak…

I am a freak.

And a fiend. I've lived among humans my whole life, but now that I've changed…they make me hungry. As a half-blood, I don't need to feed on humans to survive, but…I want to. The fey side of me wants to, even as the human side of me shrinks back in revulsion.

It gets more complicated because I've always had ideas about love and joining your life to one partner. I've never even kissed anybody. I'm a flirt and a showoff, but I'm conservative with my body and how much and with whom I share it. I want to wait for marriage and be devoted and faithful so that I can deserve the same kind of devotion from my mate. That's the idealist, romantic, human part of me.

The incubus inside me just wants to eat.

…and I'm at war with myself. Because the human side of me knows that these desires are wrong.

I hate the demon part of me. It's disgusting, and I'm ashamed of it. These base, primitive urges sicken me and freak me out in turn.

I just want to be normal…so I pretend that I'm normal. I deny and suppress and ignore and curl up in my room and cry, shouting into pillows, beating them with my fists when the stress of it all overpowers me. I break down a lot when nobody's looking.

At least I have Shinichi to talk to. Though…he's full-blood demon, so he doesn't always understand. He thinks I should throw off my human scruples and embrace my fey side.

I think the innumerable deaths he's witnessed as a shinigami have numbed him. Even though he's lived among humans—loved a human—his entire life, he doesn't really comprehend them.

Still, I love him like a brother…if not a little incestuously…but…I wish he could get it, what I'm going through. I have prudish human morals and a ravenously demonic desire for human flesh.

No one can understand that. No one could ever accept that.

So I hide it. I hide behind a cloaking device, my shimmer. While I maintain it, it conceals the points of my ears, the unnatural glow of my eyes, the glitter of my skin, the size of my teeth, and the existence of my tail. I can keep it up without thinking most of the time, even when I sleep, but when I'm seriously injured…it drops. The mask comes off, and I'm a monster again.

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September is cold this year. The wind blows hard, batting at my glider like a cat at a toy as I try to navigate. The crossbar of the glider got nicked by one of Snake's bullets, so it's hell to get the thing to fly straight even without the wind working against me.

And I'm injured. Like the glider, it's just a nick…at least…I hope it's just a nick…but…there's a lot of blood streaming down my arm, and I feel dizzy. My shimmer is starting to waver. It goes out, and I know I'm going to crash. Strength is slipping away from me like a sweater unraveling.

I manage to touch down a little ungracefully into an alley and narrowly avoid adding broken bones to the list of my problems. With a groan, I change the glider back into a cape and pull myself up on a dumpster. I feel wretched. And the alley smells like hobo vomit…and the frenzied fornication of two—make that three—clubbers so high on ecstasy that they probably had no idea what was going on.

I can smell the nightclub about a block away. It reeks of undulating bodies, sweat, and lust, making me feel nauseated…and hungry…and angry at myself. I wonder if it would really be so bad if I slipped in and fed off of the oblivious, drug- and sex-addled people there. I'm injured, and feeding would heal me. I wouldn't have to sleep with them or even kiss them on the lips. It would be enough just to lick their skin and feed off of the sexual energy flowing in abundance from their pores.

I gag on the thought…on the fact that I'm a villainous beast.

I'll call for Jii-chan to come get me. He'll bring the first aid kit, and I'll heal the old-fashioned way—the human way. Because I'm human, gosh darn it.

I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the dingy metal of a nearby trashcan lid. With my shimmer out of commission, I sure don't look human.

Something moves at the mouth of the alley, accidentally knocking over a half-empty beer can and thus alerting me to his presence. The stench of the place is too overpowering, otherwise I would have smelled him straight off.

It's Hakuba, standing there aghast and gawking at me. How long has he been there?! It doesn't matter; he's seen me regardless. Why did it have to be him of all people? Does God hate me so much just because I was born this way?

It's my worst nightmare. Hakuba's going to tell everyone, and they're going to poke me and prod me and chain me up. They're going to put me in a cage and stare and jeer and throw rotten fish. He's going to tell Aoko, and she's going to reject me. And it's going to kill me. Even though I know I can never be with her because of what I am, I still can't bear the thought of her knowing and pushing me away because of it.

"K-Kuroba?" Hakuba stumbles over the word in his shock at seeing me so transfigured. He's terrified.

I'm terrified. What am I supposed to do?! My instincts say "Attack! Feed! Suck him dry and heal yourself!" My human side wants to run.

I let out a terrible, bestial growl, baring my fangs at him as my tail flicks irately. The cornered animal in me takes over, and I snap, "Tell anyone, and I swear I'll kill you!" Empty words, but he doesn't know that.

He takes a few steps back, distancing himself from me like he's trying to escape from a rabid dog without exciting its wrath.

That's right. Fear me. Now that you know what I am, cast me off like some vile, loathsome creature. I'm an abomination, so treat me like one. I'm not human, I'm a monster who's just sick in the head, masquerading as a person and trying to convince himself that he really is one of you.

I growl at him again in my inner turmoil, and he stumbles backwards in terror.

And then I run, tears blurring my already impaired vision. Screw my dizziness. Screw the blood still trickling down my arm. Screw the fact that my shimmer is down and if anyone else sees me like this…

Getting ahold of myself, I head up a nearby fire escape and take refuge on a roof.

The wind whips my clothes and stings my tearstained face.

I call Jii-chan. He's in the area and should be here in a few minutes. I text Shinichi while I wait: "I need you. Meet me in the attic in an hour?"

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Shinichi doesn't use a shimmer like I do. He actually transforms between his shinigami form and his human form. Right now, because of some weird drug, his human form has reverted back to age seven. He can still shift into his adult shinigami form, but…he can't go out in public like that. He'd drive half the block mad and give the other half heart attacks.

I think he's beautifully gruesome, though…just like he says my own true form makes me look impishly radiant. Shinichi is tall and dark and devilishly handsome. His eyes are two black holes that suck you in like Charybdis—midnight blue as deep and mysterious as the cavernous depths of the ocean. His smile is cryptic, his skin cold and white as death. Dark shadows wisp around him in tendrils like Medusa's writhing head of snakes.

He gives me the chills…in more ways than one.

But if Ran-san ever found out about his true form… Shinichi and Ran-san are like me and Aoko in that respect. We can never be together because of our fey blood. I don't know that Ran-san would be able to get over Shinichi being the embodiment of the one thing she truly fears…. And Shinichi doesn't want any half-blood children (apparently they're too troublesome…. I beg your pardon for being troublesome), so…their love is destined to last forever…but never be fulfilled.

Shinichi teases me that we're both going to wind up old bachelors pining away for our ladyloves and eventually falling in together. It might happen. He's attracted to me, and I do care deeply for him. It's not quite the love I have for Aoko, but…it might be enough to make something work.

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Someone is living in the Kudo Mansion while Shinichi is stuck as Edogawa Conan, but the attic is reserved for our use.

When I arrive, Shinichi is already there in shinigami form, waiting anxiously for me. He rises and comes over to me as I step down from the window ledge and into the room.

"Kaito," he calls, inspecting me quickly and spotting my bandaged arm.

Admittedly, it's hard to miss the garish bloodstains and the rip where the bullet sliced through my shirt.

"You're injured," he growls softly, taking me by the wrist and holding me still while he investigates. Ire comes off of him like steam off of a bubbling pot of stew. It enrages him when the Organization hurts me; it fuels his determination to crush them.

"I'm fine," I try to convince him, even though I know he's too stubborn to change his mind.

"You need to heal," he lectures, leaning in and going for my lips.

I turn my cheek to him and pout. "Shinichi, I'm fine. Jii-chan cleaned it and patched it up. It'll heal on its own."

"In a week," he snorts.

Black, shadowy tentacles wrap around my arms, legs, and torso, tugging me further into the room…over towards the makeshift bed in the corner.

"Shinichi!" I squeak, beginning to struggle as the shadows set me down on the mattress and hold me there. "Stop it!"

But I honestly don't want him to stop. My mouth is practically watering at the hormones coming off of him. I can smell the lust, and it's making me ravenous. My body is perfectly willing and ready to feed.

"Didn't you say you needed me?" he chuckles, straddling me.

"Not like that. This is serious! I need to talk to you!" I try really hard to ignore the throbbing sensation he's awoken in me.

"Talk later," he whispers, wrapping his hand around my tail and stroking it. "For now, shut up and accept the healing power of my d—"

"—NO!" I howl, both at the touch and his words. I bite the nearest shadow tendril savagely.

It recoils as Shinichi hisses in pain. The tentacles release me, and I scamper back into the corner, cradling my tail in my arms as tears slowly slide down my cheeks.

I hate my body.

Shinichi bristles and grumbles as he rubs the injured wisp. "Who ever heard of a prude incubus? Absolutely ridiculous. You're a dying race, you know? You should find yourself a nice succubus and procreate like crazy, but noooo…"

He trails off as he looks up at me. He sighs, realizing he's gone too far. "I'm sorry. I know better about the tail. You're saving it for your mate, right? I'm sorry, Kaito…but I won't apologize for trying to heal you. I can't just stand by and watch you stay hurt when I could easily and enjoyably do something about it in half an hour."

I give a little snort of indignation, but I relax a bit. "…That doesn't matter right now. I need your help."

He raises an eyebrow at me, resituating so that he's sitting beside me on the mattress.

"You know Hakuba Saguru?" I whisper, all of my fears of being locked up and manhandled coming back to me with a renewed horror.

Shinichi stiffens and scowls. "That nosey detective who's obsessively stalking you?" His voice drips malice and is coated thickly with a longing to dispatch the perceived threat.

I shudder. "Tonight…after I got shot, he saw me with my shimmer down."

Shinichi's shadow tendrils flicker in fury like angry flames lapping at dried leaves. "I'll go talk to him," Shinichi responds coldly, eerily calm.

My heart lurches, and I shriek, "No! You'll kill him!"

"Well, then what do you want me to do, Kaito? Let him expose you? Whisk you away to Hawaii where no one can find you? What do you want, Kaito?" he huffs, desperate to protect me.

I look down at the faded, creaky wood of the attic floor and shake my head. "I don't know. I just…I don't want you to hurt him. I've gotten to know more about him over this last year, and he's not a bad guy, so—"

"—So what? It's fine if he ruins your life?" Shinichi challenges with a snort of frustration. He gets up and starts to pace furiously.

I begin to worry that the guy downstairs will hear us and then we'll have even bigger problems to deal with.

"We only have so many options, Kaito," Shinichi informs me, even though I'm already painfully aware.

He treats me like a child sometimes. Sometimes I need to be treated like a child.

Shinichi continues: "We could kill him, drive him insane, scare him into silence, use your powers to make him your slave so that we can control him, abduct him and work at him until he sees it our way—"

"—Shinichi," I call hesitantly.

He halts his frenetic back and forth to look at me, still curled up in my corner.

"Maybe…I can scare him…. And then maybe…if I can get close enough to…to touch him, I could…" I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself to keep going. "I could maybe seduce him and make sure that he doesn't say anything that way?"

Shinichi smirks, and it's kind of disturbing and yet alluring at the same time. "Now you're thinking like a real incubus."

He's proud of me…but I'm sick with shame. I don't want anything to do with this. Why is this happening to me? I didn't ask for this. I just want to be human, normal like everyone else.

"You should go now," Shinichi urges. "It's a little after three. He should be home and asleep. It's the perfect chance to head him off at the pass before he wakes up tomorrow and tells everyone what he saw." Shinichi pauses and frowns as a thought occurs to him. "Are you feeling well enough, or do you need to go home and rest?"

"I'll…go now," I whisper, anxiety welling up within me. "Thanks, Shinichi."

I get up to go reluctantly, limbs feeling heavy and slow with dread.

Shinichi catches me by the wrist as I pass. "Kaito, I'm always there for you whenever you need me, okay? Whatever you need."

I smile softly, weakly, and thank him earnestly. I really do appreciate how far he's willing to go for me. I'm grateful for our strange, incestuous brotherhood.

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I feel sick for probably the hundredth time this evening as I stand on Hakuba's balcony. The curtain is drawn so that I can't see into the room, but I know he's there. I smell him. Sleeping victims are always easy prey for incubi, and his scent calls out to me.

Only I can't get in. Which is utterly bizarre to me. Aren't incubi supposed to slip into their target's room at night and feed upon the sleeper? I should be able to enter at will, but…even if I could easily pick the lock, even if the door was unlocked or wide open, I couldn't enter an occupied bedroom without permission. It's been that way since I started showing. I can enter the house, and I can let myself into a bedroom when the owner is out, but when the inhabitant is inside…I have to be invited.

But maybe that's not true. Maybe it's not an outside force cosmically stopping me from going in. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's a mental block. My human subconscious won't allow my demon self access to victims. My inability to enter uninvited is my mind keeping the monster in check.

…I am demented.

I take a deep breath and try to concentrate on the work at hand…but I feel nauseated again.

"Come on, Kuroba," I coach myself under my breath. "You can do this. Put on the mask. You're a scary, evil demon. You're a monster. You're heartless. You're wicked…. You have to make him believe that or else he's gonna tell everyone, and then they're all going to believe it."

I take another breath, put on the mask, and rap lightly on the glass three times. I pause for a beat and then I tap again. It takes three tries before he stirs, but he eventually does and sleepily comes over to the screen glass door to investigate.

Cautiously he pulls back the curtain, and when he sees me, he jolts wide awake and his face loses all color.

I smirk and show my fangs in character. I'm a dastardly demon.

"K-Kuroba," he gasps, taking a step back.

"Good evening," I snicker, using all of the poker face I possess to keep a steady voice and a vicious leer. "Care if I come in and chat?"

"Y-Yes, actually." His eyes fly in horror to the lock, and then he visibly relaxes (but not by much) when he sees that it's securely fastened. "I'd rather you didn't."

"But I want to talk to you about tonight, about what you saw," I whine, making sure to show how long and pointy my fangs are.

He shudders. "I saw nothing," he insists. "Now please leave me alone."

"I don't think I can do that." My tail twitches and I drum on the glass between us.

He squirms. "Kuroba, if you're going to kill me, do it already, but I swear not to tell a soul."

"But I like to play with my food first," I pout and then chuckle as I run my tongue over my teeth. "Besides. I don't believe you." I add a feral snarl just for effect, showing as much teeth as possible so that he gets the point.

He's petrified. And for good reason. I can see the faint outline of my reflection in the glass, and even that is enough for me to tell that I look like an absolute monster.

My heart shatters as he throws the curtain closed and goes back to his bed to curl up and tremble. My heart breaks because no matter how hard I try or how much I pretend, I'm not human.

I stay out there for a good twenty minutes after that calling to him, scaring the living tar out of him. I scratch at the glass, and it makes an irritating sound. I tap, I snicker, I sing his name.

He sits inside and shakes, covering his ears and wishing me away.

After a while I go, feeling sad and empty. I've sunk so low.

I call Shinichi crying. I blubber nonsense at him until he tells me just to calm down and meet him at my house. He'll talk to me then because he can't understand a word I'm saying.

True to his word, he's there sitting on my bed when I get in. I tackle him and wail incoherently.

Shinichi's flustered. He has no idea what to do, no clue as to what's wrong. He goes through the list of "What's wrong?" "Are you hurt?" "Where does it hurt?" After inspecting nearly every inch of me for wounds, he decides that my injury is an emotional one and therefore there is nothing he can do about it. So he holds me.

And I try to tell him about what a vile villain I am, how I feel like I've lost the last shred of my humanity. I've reached the very bottom, and I wonder if it's worth it. Wouldn't it be better to be exposed or even to die rather than sacrifice the human part of me? It's more than pride. It's my morals, my integrity.

He can't make out much of what I say through the tears and the hiccups and the snot, and he understands even less. Shinichi has always seen me as a fellow fey…with a little bit of dissociative identity disorder. Shinichi would like nothing more than for me to embrace my fey blood and have wild orgies and be satisfied as one of his kind. He just wants me to be happy, and he thinks these "silly human ideas" are weighing me down and making me miserable.

…Maybe they are. Maybe I should just go off with him and be a demon in Hawaii. Sexually, he could keep up with me, and I'd never want for anything. But I want to be human. As a fey that reaps human souls for a living, Shinichi doesn't understand that, but he lets me get his shirt all wet as I cling to him like a child crying in despair at what I've become, the level I've sunk to.

He pulls me up all the way onto the bed and arranges me in his arms as I shake and blubber. His shadowy tentacles wrap around me, gently stroking as Shinichi makes soothing noises, assuring me that it's okay. Everything's going to be fine. He'll take care of me.

I drift off eventually, and fitful sleep bats me about for a while. When I next open my eyes, Shinichi's still there, holding me and rocking me and whispering calming gibberish at this point because he's barely staying awake himself.

I feel really bad. He loves me in his own way, even though it's not the same as he feels for Ran. I love him too…just not the same way I love Aoko. Maybe I should just accept him already. He's so good to me, and I'm starting to think that the perfect fairy tale romance I've been dreaming of my whole life is a myth. Maybe this is reality, what a real life relationship looks like.

I nuzzle his collar bone and try to go back to sleep.

…But I really want that fairy tale with the prince and the white horse and…

I just want "true love".

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Mikau: So yeah. I hope you liked it. ^.^; This is going to be a little different for me. For one, I'm writing present tense and first person. I started out that way for the original pilot one-shot. I had never planned on writing a whole fic like this. It's not my favorite, but… Well, hopefully this doesn't suck. For two…this is going to be a little steamier than usual. I'm embarrassed. This is embarrassing. But…he's an incubus, so…this fic is going to be heavier on the smut than usual. We'll see how the make-out/H scenes go, but the rating is probably going to go up around chapter ten or so. Um. Anyway! Please send EverThePhantom a thank you note because continuing this and the idea that Kaito is an incubus is one hundred percent her fault. Also, let me know what you thought. As it stands, this is going to be kind of like CTM with the KaiShin and HakuKai love triangle. Thank you so much for reading. I hope to see you again soon!