Date: 09th novembre15 finished: 05th June 16

Words: 2 868

Age: I made them in their early twenties...

Summary: Shinichi is back for two years now. But why didn't he attend a single heist? Did he tire of KID? ...or are there other reasons?

Beauty's Kiss

He went down the catwalk, head high, relaxed but proud, a slight smile on his lips. He ignored the staring faceless crowd to his feet all around him, just walking straight forward. Confidently, he posed at the end, then turned around and walked back, the music guiding his step.

Backstage, he sighed. He stretched his stiff feeling muscles as he heard someone approaching him.

"Kuroba! Great work! And thanks that you helped us out..."

"No problem. I just hope Takima-san gets better soon!"

"Yeah, let's hope for the best!"

If he just knew.

If he just knew that this was the beginning of everything…

~.~

The next day, he was currently posing for a photo for an exclusive magazine, dressed only in tight black jeans from some exclusive and expensive brand, as the door of the studio swung open and revealed two people.

One of them was a man dressed in a brown trench coat, a heat on his head, the other one a certain young inspector with piercing blue eyes, de-chibifyed for two years now.

Shinichi Kudou.

Kaito froze on the chair he was posing on (sitting on it, bare arms coolly draped over the backrest, long, tight clad legs on each side of the dark wood).

What he hell was Tantei-kun doing here!? Did he found out about him being KID? Oh god, he'll have to leave the country! If he even got the chance for that... Aoko will hate him.

But seemingly the detective didn't notice him yet... that's strange.

His photographer, Nashitaka-san, let his camera sink, staring towards the intruders, looking very pissed.

"What?", he barked unfriendly, gesturing towards one of the assistants to turn the volume of the music down that always played while they worked.

"Tokio police department, Inspector Megure. We're here to get...", he looked down on a paper, "Mister Kuroba?"

His muscles tensed. Oh, shit.

But the photographers face darkened. "No way in hell! I won't cut the time with my best model short because the police wants something from him! Wait till we're finished!"

That's when Shinichi cut in. "Sir, but-"

"No 'but's! Wait quietly or go!" the artist snapped and he pointed towards the door.

The detective sighed. His beautiful blue gaze shot towards Kaito for the first time.

Their eyes met and they just stared.

First he seemed confused, like he couldn't place where he'd seen him before (no wonder, he didn't even attend one of Kaitos heists after he got his body back… and the magician wasn't certain if he should be sad about it or not. Because, a shrunken Tantei-kun got dangerously close to him. But the full grown version…?), then recognition enlightened his face and he seemingly unconsciously mouthed 'KID'.

Oh well. I am so screwed. Bye bye, normal life.

But the Heisei Holmes made no attempt to put handcuffs on him or even out his identity. No, he just pulled one of his dark eyebrows slightly up.

The thief just shrugged subtly.

"Inspector?", the detective turned towards the older man, not breaking eye contact with Kaito as if he feared he could vanish any time (well, not so far from the truth), "I'll wait here. You should go back and help Takagi-keiji and Chiba-keiji."

"Alright, Kudou-kun." and he left the room, leaving his younger college behind and closed the door.

"Okay, okay, back to work!", the photographer yelled, clapping his hands, throwing a disapproving clance over to the police officer that still stood at the door but then he turned towards Kaito with one of his rare smiles. "Now. Kuroba. Let's get to the more... dramatic part. We got all the normal pictures...", and he grinned. Kaito laughed right back. Oh, he loves that part...

"With the chair?"

"Do as you wish.", the older man admitted and waved his hand, face already vanished behind the camera.

And Kaito began to pull some acrobatics. Balancing on two chair legs, pulling himself up to a handstand on the backrest while balancing again on two chair legs, turning the poor thing upside down just to pull himself into a handstand again, this time on the chairs legs, balancing on the backrest. And more different stuff that was similar dangerous and complicated, showing off his muscles.

"Yes! Right! Like that, Kuroba! Perfect!"

Yes, Kaito wasn't only a pretty much wanted model for his looks. They helped, but he was often favoured in decisions between models that got the job because of his acrobatic skills.

He didn't mind. His clients paid pretty well, after all. And he needed money to finance his heists.

There weren't many people out there with skills like his.

Of course, he had some scars on his body from the fight against the organisation, but they weren't recognizable as bullet wounds.

Put in the right light, they seemed to shine silvery and gave him a more edgy, dangerous aura.

He often used his magic-related knowledge about light and shadows to his advantage and the most photographers let him make suggestions. They learned that he had quite some experience, while not knowing where exactly he got it.

His gaze flew towards the still present detective who was busy observing his every move.

Kaito didn't know why, but he suddenly had to suppress a blush (he succeeded, thankfully) and felt a tiny bit self-conscious so shirt-and defenceless presented.

He got pulled out of his thoughts as Nashitaka-san suddenly clapped loudly and the music was switched off. "All right, Kuroba, thanks for today! As usual, a pleasure to work with you! And you'll get a copy of the photos, like I promised."

"Thanks, Nashitaka-san, I appreciate it."

The photographer turned his attention towards the staff and began to boss them around.

Kaitos gaze flew to Shinichi again. He gulped. Well. He couldn't wait for ever.

With a sigh, he ran his hand through his styled hair, messing the careful work of the stylists up and slowly walked over to Tantei-kun.

The detectives gaze laid heavily on him all the way, but he somehow didn't dare to lift his gaze.

Then, far to fast, he had crossed the room and stood in front of Shinichi, looking at the shoes of the detective. It were black trainers, seemed pretty new but well worn…

"Hey."

That little casual greeting made his head snap up, eyes wide. His purplish gaze met azure blue. He shortly blinked, stunned. Where they always that blue…?

But he caught himself, remembering that is was rude not to greet back.

"….Hullo." he hesitantly replied.

They both mustered each other in silence for a while.

Remembering that he was actually only clad in sexy skinny black trousers and nothing else made him blush. He tried to ignore it. "So, what is it, officer? I guess there is a reason you wanted to talk to me?"

Yeah, he set on playing stranger. It was his best chance right now.

"Um… yeah, right. Would you mind following me, KI-Kuroba-san?"

Kaito nearly flinched. Right. Shinichi now knew his name. And his night job, no doubt.

As the detective turned his back towards him and walked away, seemingly to a place where they could talk in private and obviously expected Kaito to follow him, the thief considered for a second to make a break for it.

But, he thought, he has my name. And my face. And Hakuba as a second source. If he'd need one.

He sighed and obediently followed Shinichi to his empty changing room. Seemingly the detective was well informed.

He closed the door behind him and carefully leaned against the desk in front of the mirror, never letting the detective out of his eyesight. Said man slowly looked around in the room.

Kaito nearly jumped as Shinichi began to speak. "So… I had no idea Kaitou KID was working as a model."

The magician considered to lie for a moment. But he tossed that thought away immediately. It wouldn't help anyway, Shinichi was obviously certain about his identity. And he'd get the proof if he set his mind to it.

After a few second of considering silence he finally replied. "Well, that's kinda the idea there, isn't it?"

The detective turned around, gaze bright with obvious wonder. He seemingly counted on denial. That at least gave Kaito some satisfaction.

They just stared at each other for what seemed like hours.

Kaito was caught in the blue, blue eyes, and he knew, he knew for so long that he was lost for this detective, his sharp intelligence, his wicked sense of sarcastic humour and the thrill of the chase that only he was ever able to inflict on Kaito.

And the words tumbled clumsily out of his mouth before he could hold them back.

"Why didn't you attend them?", he whispered, eyes widening as he realized what he'd asked. He didn't need to clarify that he meant the heists.

The detective across from him leaned back against the wall across from Kaito and crocked his head slightly. "...I-… I thought you didn't want me to…?"

The magicians eyebrow rose in confusion. "And why would that be?"

"Well, you didn't sent a notice."

Now Kaito was really confused. He always send notes. Did Shinichi probably expect… a separate one? For him?

"Why'd I… Why'd I do that? You know you're always welcome t my heists, Tantei-kun...", he replied uncertain.

The detectives eyebrows shoved together a little. "You know as well as I do that I can't just stroll in at one of your heists."

Kaito blinked confused, crossing his arms defencely. "Why's that?"

"KID, I'm a homicide detective. I can't just attend randomly one of your heists after I got back and clearly wasn't interested in thefts before I vanished. I thought that much was obvious!" Shinichi raised his tone towards the end of his sentence.

"…What?"

"Do you know how suspicious that would have seemed?"

"You were worried about it looking weird!?", Kaito exclaimed, not sure if he was angry or confused.

"Yeah. I mean, no, I… I hoped Sonoko would drag me to a heist sometime. But after the fight with Ran after I came back… well. It didn't work out. And I hoped you'd understand I couldn't just appear at a heist and claim to be able to catch you. And as you didn't sent me a notice that would have integrated me in the case, I thought you didn't… you didn't want me there any more." His voice was hardly a whisper in the end, Kaito had to pay pretty close attention to understand the other man.

Realisation flicked through him. So that's why Shinichi hadn' t participate in his heists! He thought Kaito knew he wouldn't, couldn't attend without something that tied him to the case. And as he got no note or anything, he just assumed tat KID wouldn't want him to attend.

The ironic part is, Kaito thought that Shinichi didn't want to participate as the detective never showed up!

Turned out they were dancing around each other all that time.

As Kaito began to laugh, Shinichis gaze showed that he clearly couldn't decide if he should be offended or amused by the thief's laughter.

Then, a small involuntary smile tugged at his lips. "What's so funny?" he finally wanted to know, voice warm and soft.

"It is strange how we read each other so wrong. Me, normally able to read every emotion and gesture, and you, the Heisei Holmes." A breathy laugh escaped Kaitos lunges.

"So… that's not what you meant by not inviting me?", Shinichi asked somewhat shyly, looking through his lashes.

"Heavens, no, of course not, Tantei-kun! Why would I ever wish for that?", Kaito replied, serious again.

"Well… I just..."

The magician took some steps towards his detective. "What?" Shinichi sceptically watched him slowly edging closer. There was only about a metre between them left now.

The detective's gaze darted around the room, but blinked back to Kaitos still bare chest right in front of him.

So close...

"I-...I don't…." Kaito took a step closer, eager to read the emotions on the detectives face.

He pulled his eyebrows up at the articulation problem his dear Tantei-kun seemed to have.

"Oh, for heavens sake!" Shinichi suddenly exclaimed and grabbed something, throwing it at Kaito. Too stunned to dodge, he pulled the white cloth from his head. It was his button-down he wore arriving here. He looked back at Shinichi, who seemed to blush ever so slightly high on his pale cheeks.

"Why did you throw hat at me….?"

The detective groaned flustered. "Put it on, moron! You're… kinda distracting me."

Kaito blinked, stunned in silence. Then a wicked smirk appeared on his futures, the sharp grin edged pretty much on his KID-grin.

"Oh, is that so…? Ne, ne, Tantei-kun. What is so distracting~ about me, huh? You can tell me..."

The blush darkened and rolled down Shinichis neck, disappearing under his collar. Oh, how Kaito would love to see how far it actually went…

"S-shut up!" the detective spluttered, clearly embarrassed, staring stubbornly to the ground.

Kaitos grin didn't waver a bit as he put the shirt on but clearly showing no intention of buttoning it.

After some silent seconds of ignoring (Shinichi) and staring (Kaito), the magician asked the detective if he was okay.

"I… yeah." He raised his blue eyes from the ground and finally returned Kaitos look. "I'm just glad to know you don't hate me."

"Shinichi." Kaito gripped the slightly smaller man's chin and forced him to hold eye contact as he wanted to look away again. "I'd never hate you."

That made his detective smile and Kaitos heart missed a beat. "I'm glad."

That broke the magicians last self control and he leaned down to meet the other man's plush pink lips. As Shinichi didn't back out when given the opportunity, he pressed their lips together.

Only a slight brush of lips that sent sparks through their bodies.

And as Kaito pulled back, the detective pulled him back forcefully and kissed him fiercely, tongue sliding over the stunned thief's bottom lip, prodding against his closed lips, asking desperately for entrance. And Kaito granted it.

Their Kiss was messy, wet and perfect, bodies pressed flush against each other, moving demandingly.

As they parted, their faces stayed close, fast breath caressing their partners face, eyes locked.

"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that.", Kaito finally whispered.

Shinichi snorted playfully. "Oh yeah? Not as long as I did, I'm sure."

The magician put on an obviously fake confused expression. "You wanted to kiss yourself, Tantei-kun? A little narcissistic, no?", he teased.

"Oh, shut up!" Shinichi grumbled and hit Kaito in the shoulder. "It's not like you have room to talk. We do look very similar, you know?"

"Yeah, but I am a narcissist!" Kaito retorted with a maniac grin.

Shinichi groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Oh dear lord, what have I gotten myself into…?"

The thief just laughed and pulled the blushing detective in a tight embrace. "Well, whatever, I'm not letting you go any more. Thieves can be very protective over what is theirs..."

"So I am yours? And was that a confession, KID?"

"Oh, you misunderstood me, Tantei-kun. I am not KID, I am the thief of your heart!", he declared with a shower of sparling confetti.

"...Are you serious?"

"No, I'm KID."

"See! You just confessed again!" Shinichi pointed out and poked Kaito in the ribs.

"I'm sure you misheard that, Tantei-kun. I'm not KID." he added with an eye roll.

"You're even calling me Tantei-kun!"

"...You're a detective, aren't you?"

"What? Yes, I am, but that's what KID called me when I was Conan!"

"You mean that Edogawa-kid that was always at KIDs heists? The KID-Killer?" Shinichi flinched in his arms at that name. "Yeah"

"Shinichi, the boy was what, nine? Ten? Are you seriously telling me that you were that kid?"

Shinichi pulled finally back out of Kaitos arm and examined the magicians face carefully. "You're messing with me, aren't you?"

"Me? Never!"

Shinichi couldn't suppress a smile. "Okay. I don't mind you not letting me go. But first consider you'd have to follow me to crime scenes and into the police head quarter."

"Nothing will separate us, then! …By the way, not that I mind, but why are you here?"

Shinichi blinked. "Oh, right. Hitoshi Takima-san was murdered yesterday and we know you filled in for him at the gala."

"Ah. So I am a suspect?"

"Well, not really. Nobody would suspect my boyfriend of anything…"

Kaito smiled warmly at his detective at these words, making the other man blush furiously.

"Ah, so you are sure I'm innocent?"

The detective snorted. "Of course you are!… At least what concerns this crime. And besides, KID would never-"

Kaito opened his mouth, but before he could deny anything, Shinichi silenced him with a glare. "Okay. Don't bother. If I'd suspect you of being KID, I'd assume you'd be innocent."

Kaito grinned. "I am not KID."

"Oh dear lord, stop it already!" Shinichi glared semi-seriously.

Kaito stole a kiss from finally his detective.

"Never!"

Well, I hope you enjoyed the new chapter. There will definiately follow more!

But first, I'll work on chapter 8 in 'Runs in the Family'! It has been w ahile, I know. I'll explane why when i'll bublish it, what should happen ound about the end of next week, if not earlier. I am really sorry for your wait!

And i just felt like completing this story.

so.

reviews make my day, and thanks for reading!

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-AngelsBeast