When I first started to write, I was planning to make this as one-shot but it seems that it's going to be three-shots or more... Thank you for everybody's kind reviews! This is my treat for you!

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Warning: Fluff and OOCs!

Marionette Act 2

Years passed, and the cat and mouse game continued. Well, nowadays they couldn't tell who the cat is and who the mouse is. They would meet up on the roof, have a battle of genius verses genius, and then leave after giving each other a good night kiss.

Shinichi hasn't told anybody of his relationship with the moonlight thief. He didn't feel the need to tell them. He briefly wondered if the thief had mentioned it to someone or is happy with this relationship before shaking the thought away.

Shinichi never asked the white clad thief for his identity nor did he do anything to figure it out. Hakuba had asked countless of times for help to reveal Kid's identity but Shinichi just brushed him away saying he wanted to reveal him after catching the thief fair and square in the heist, which by the way he realized he would never do.

Shinichi, now 37, headed toward the exit to the roof as usual while Nakamori loudly rant and the officers struggled to get free of specially made super glue. Shinichi paused at the exit door to shake his head at their helplessness but couldn't help but also smile at their stubbornness and their determination. It seemed that the heist had already started.

Nakamori was getting old; he is almost at his sixties. But he never gave up. However he now knows that he had reached his limit and there is this rumor that his daughter would take over for her father. She was a dedicated, fine young woman. He was sure she would do a good job...

Kaito smirked and sneaked behind the unaware detective. Once again Hakuba was absent. He said something about his grandmother in England. He pulled the detective close to his body and gave a soft kiss on the neck. Shinichi gasped. Then he frowned and bonked the thief on the head.

"Baro! What are you doing, slacking off during your heist?" Shinichi scowled before his breath got caught on his throat. Kid was in full attire just standing right there in front of tens of taskforce officers! "Are you trying to get yourself caught?" Shinichi hissed.

"Relax, Shin-chan. Nobody can see me except you if I'm at this spot," Kaito explained. And he was right. The walls, the buildings, and even the detective himself were covering the thief effectively. "Plus, you forgot that they are still struggling in their super glue~" But Shinichi still wasn't pleased. He looked down at the thief.

Strange, a few years before, Shinichi knew that the thief had been taller... And the face underneath the shadow of the top hat looked so...young. Shinichi was known for his youthful face; he looked like a person who just graduated from university instead of a man in his late thirties. But the face of the thief looked like a teen! That wasn't possible. He had known the thief ever since he was 17 and at least 20 years passed. The thief hadn't changed at all so it couldn't be someone else. But then shouldn't the thief look at least about the same age as him, or maybe just couple years younger not decades? Maybe he saw it wrong. He saw Kid's face for only a brief seconds after all. His train of thought was cut off by the sound of a gunshot. It was very faint so only Shinichi could make out what that sound was.

Shinichi turned, for any sign of the thief but he had left a long ago."What the—" Shinichi started to say, but was abruptly cut off by an unfamiliar voice.

"Shit, what's with all the police?" A man's low voice said in a growling tone. The voice was far away but the detective was just close enough to hear it. And it was coming from the door to the roof which is conveniently just behind Shinichi.

"We picked a wrong day... It seems like today was Kid's heist." Another voice replied. It was a voice of a man also except its tone was slightly higher than the other. "You saw that thief. Did you see his expression when we shot him? He picked a wrong place to be hiding." Then the cold laughter was heard. "Anyway, let's just grab that painting and get out of here before the police notice something is off. Though thanks to that thief, the police is already busy with un-sticking themselves."

Shinichi couldn't move. It couldn't be... No, Kid wouldn't just get killed by some art thieves.

"Damn, he saw our face too." The low voice grumbled.

"Don't worry. He is definitely dead. Didn't you see how I shot through his chest and how that blood splattered the roof? And also that he fell over the roof. No man could ever survive that." The soft cackling was taunting him madly. Saying that he wasn't able to save the thief, saying that Kid is no more but another body he always tumble across.

He would never forgive those art thieves! Shinichi acted on his instinct—an instinct that kept him alive but at the same time placed him in a life-threatening situation—and opened the emergency exit door to the roof after making sure that no taskforce made it out of their sticky mess. He didn't want them to be in trouble also.

Door clicked behind him and Shinichi continued downward where he could faintly hear the art thieves murmuring among themselves. What arrogant thieves! If they kept talking, they would be easily found out! But that made his work much easier.

Shinichi silently entered second floor of the museum where the thieves are now rolling up the paintings into their own container. They didn't notice. They seemed professional so that must be the reason why they are so confident. Or just stupid. When he catches them, they'll be charged for murder also, not only art thieving.

"Oi, Chiaki, I'll go check if the police is around." The man said to his partner, Chiaki.

"Fine, but they'll only have police in the one floor where the item of the heist is and at the outside the building. So don't worry too much, Riku."

'They are sure smart because they are dead on,' Shinichi thought to himself, 'but because of that, they were too arrogant and revealed their names.' Shinichi tensed again when the man, Riku, separated from his partner and went toward another hallway. 'This is my chance!'

As soon as the man was far enough, Shinichi kicked into action. He took out a twenty year old watch pressed a button on the side. And with another press of the button, a tiny tranquilizer needle shot out and pierced other man's neck.

Of course this was an invention from hakase which was made for him when he was Conan. Hakase offered to make improvements but Shinichi refused. He always liked the watch in a way as it already is. Besides, Hakase was almost nearing seventies. He needed some rest.

Shinichi shook the memories away. It was not the time to do that! He relaxed when the man let out a small groan before slumping on the floor but then...

BANG!

A sharp pain tore through his shoulders. Shinichi, ignoring the obvious pain, turned around, glaring daggers at the man. He didn't expect the other man to come so soon!

Dizzy, Shinichi stumbled backward and landed next to the sleeping art thief. And somehow, his hand was on the gun of the drugged man.

The man with a name of Riku came closer toward Shinichi. Shinichi's grip tightened on the gun. Will he do it?

"How did you get Chiaki?" Riku asked Shinichi while pointing the gun at him, his hands never wavering.

"You are stupid, aren't you? Saying your partner's name without care," Shinichi remarked.

"Well, no matter. You are not going to make it alive anyway," Riku replied with an evil smirk. Now he was only a meter apart from the detective.

But that was when Shinichi made his move. His foot slashed out, knocking the gun out of the thief's hand while his hand that held a gun rose up, now pointing it toward Riku's head. Riku froze; his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Shinichi couldn't recognize himself. He, a detective was pointing a gun at a head! But he couldn't control himself either.

No, no he didn't want this!

Shinichi's fingers were frozen on the trigger. Riku's eyes narrowed when he noticed the sudden doubt in the other's eyes. Riku chuckled that soon turned into laughter. "You are just a coward! You could never pull that gun!"

Shinichi flinched. "W—what?"

"ARUGH!" Riku threw himself at the detective with a small pocket knife in his hand. Shinichi was taken by surprise but dodged the man just in time. However, he had forgotten that the gun was there. "Ha, good bye!" He shouted as he lifted the gun from the floor.

"Fat chance."

Shinichi's eyes widened at the familiar voice. "It can't be…" A metal card flew fast toward Riku, knocking the gun out of his hand. Shinichi moved fast; he had the gun ready and fired. In precision, it hit the man's ankle, leaving him unable to move. There was a sound of footsteps and Shinichi knew that the police are on their way now. He glared at the fallen man and said coldly, "It's not that I'm a coward, RIKU-SAN," Shinichi smirked as the man flinched at his name, "It's that I'm not an idiot who would just harm people. Well, the police should take care of you and your partner now so I'll be leaving." Shinichi walked out of the museum and into the deserted streets. He then turned back and said, "Kid, you can come out now."

"My, Tantei-kun, what are you going to do without me? I just leave you alone for one minute and you managed to get in front for the death's door again," Kid teased playfully as he stepped out of the shadows but there was certainly a worry in his eyes.

Shinichi felt blood rushing to his head at the sight of his lover. Then all the memories that just happened few minutes ago replayed in his head, taunting him. "Stupid! I hate you!"

"Shin-chan?"

"Why do you have to do this to me? Because of you I—"

"Shinichi, calm down! Just tell me what's wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Shinichi's hands started to shake violently. "I almost pulled a gun at a man's head! I couldn't control myself when I heard that man had shot you...when he said you surely died…" Shinichi's knees gave out. "Because of you, I'm changing! I—"

"It's okay, Shin-chan. What matters is that you didn't. Everything is going to be alright. I'm here right?" Kid pulled Shinichi into a hug but the detective suddenly froze. He felt something…like liquid? He felt his blood run cold. It was right on the heart area but Kid is okay right?

"Is something wrong, Shin-chan?"

"N-no. I'm just a little… Ah, never mind." Shinichi just shook Kid away.

"Come on, Shin-chan. You know you can tell me anything…" Kaito said in pleading eyes.

Shinichi was silent before he mumbled, "Can you take off your hat?"

Kaito froze. He knew it would come down to this someday. If he didn't do as he was asked he somehow felt their relationship is going to be distant. However he knew if he showed Shinichi his 18 year old face, he would seriously get suspicious.

"I'm just joking!" Shinichi said out loud, laughing. "I'm not really interested!"

Kaito didn't say anything but smile bitterly. 'Sometimes you are a really bad liar, Shin-chan.' "Shall I take you home then?" Kaito asked as he held out his hand put on a charming smile that he knew Shinichi couldn't resist.

The detective sighed, "I guess…"

"Yay!" Kaito exclaimed in a childish manner and held Shinichi in a bridal style. "I love you," Kaito confessed softly before placing a long kiss on the lips of his beloved.

Shinichi flushed red and stuttered, "B-baro, what if somebody saw us?"

"Well, I wouldn't care."

Shinichi sighed again in irritation and defeat. He placed his head on Kid's shoulder before drifting into uneasy sleep.

'What are you hiding from me, Kid?'

Did you like it this time too? Clif hanger...I know! I hate reading it but I love writing it XD

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