Kaito was stupid.
Why was he stupid, the part of his consciousness that helped out with audience simulation asked, certainly just for the kicks of it. Well, it was rather obvious why Kaito was stupid…
He was staring at Shinichi once again.
Yup, he obviously hadn´t learnt his lesson yet, and probably wouldn´t until a restraining order was issued. Which, thinking in retrospect, was not something to be proud off, it only showed how addicted to Shinichi he truly was.
At first, the magician had tried. Forcing himself to leave ten minutes earlier, Kaito had managed to survive for three days. However, those days were simply miserable… not being able to see Shinichi, forcing himself not to read the stories, to stop following the cases…
In the end, Kaito had been weak, and stopped. Which was why he currently stood at his usual spot, staring at the homicide detective without even trying hide his stare. In his defense, he was suffering from withdrawal symptoms, he needed to absorb as much of Shinichium as he could before the train arrived.
So, yes, he was stupid. Perhaps Aoko was right after all, he was a complete weirdo and a menace for the society. The rumor that Shinichi apparently found a new girlfriend didn´t help either, but Kaito was at least smart enough not to completely believe the nonsense posted by the magazines.
Nevertheless, the fact Shinichi was there, waiting for his train, accompanied by a beautiful woman did not help. At all. Still, the distance between the pair, and the way Shinichi tensed once she appeared, stopped him from falling into the abyss known as heart-break. It didn´t, however, stop him from wondering who on earth was that, nor wish he could be there instead of her.
The woman was simply beautiful, clearly foreign, with long blond hair. Her eyes were icy blue, holding a certain coldness despite the fact she was spotting a gentle smile, her lips painted in deep red. Stylish clothes, elegant posture… A dream girl for many. Hopefully not for Shinichi…
As he stared at the pair without even hiding, Kaito sighed slightly, stopping himself from pouting. If only he was the one near his detective… Oh, how much fun could they have together! The magician had even considered bringing Kid out of his temporary retirement. Surely Shinichi would come, right? He had even written few riddles the detective would enjoy…
Still, as Kaito forced himself to look away, he knew he couldn´t do it. Even though it wasn´t dangerous anymore, and he had planned on being Kid to entertain people, his mother had forbidden it. At least until he finished college, afraid he wouldn´t have enough time for everything. The fact he took two courses didn´t help either.
Well, at least it wasn´t as bad as Shinichi had it, Kaito reflected as his eyes immediately turned to the detective on their own accord. The detective was studying Criminology, along with Forensic Science and, strangely enough, Physical Engineering. With it all, he still consulted with the police regularly… As he thought about it, no wonder there were dark circles more often than not under Shinichi´s beautiful eyes. He was overworking himself!
Frowning in displeasure, Kaito wondered why no one stopped him from overdoing it. It was clearly a little bit too much, and he suspected the detective was only managing it with sheer stubbornness. Because if there was one thing Kudo Shinichi was, it was stubborn.
Man, no matter how much time passed, Kaito would never forget how the detective had pursued him, like a police dog. No matter what conditions the magician created, to deter the detective, somehow he still managed to overcome them and charge forward. There was even once when the detective had crawled up thirty floors, reaching the rooftop completely exhausted, and still forced himself to stay upright and shot his hellish football. Be it know that Kaito had, as a gentleman he was, quickly put the detective to sleep, not because he had been completely terrified, but because the detective needed to rest. And he would stick to that story, even if threatened with finny things.
As the memory faded, the magician noticed something strange about the pair, the train having arrived. Was it only his impression, or was the woman holding a… gun?
People hit him, forcing him to walk forward, despite the fact Kaito wanted nothing more than to run towards the detective. That black thing resembled a gun too closely for him to remain frozen, more than aware of the trouble that followed the detective like a loyal puppy.
Managing somehow to fight against the current, Kaito forced himself into the same compartment as the detective, searching wildly for the cowlick that adorned Shinichi´s head. Despite the crowd, he easily spotted his lovely detective, standing against the door as the train finally left. Strangely enough, the woman was nowhere to be seen, no matter how much he searched.
Perhaps it had been a misunderstanding? While his imagination was indeed fertile, he would admit it without any problem, to imagine problems where there were none… was he that bothered by the woman?
Hm… a matter worth being considered. Seeing her stand so close to Shinichi, talk to him without any worries… Kaito had been jealous. He would admit that, though only to himself, but he was certain he had not imagined the black objects. Probably, hopefully at least, it was just a toy.
Shyly looking at the detective, as Kaito tried to hide himself in the crowd as not to be spotted, he smiled slightly. Shinichi was once again reading his book, completely ignoring the ogling teenagers right in front of him. One thing the magician was certain: Shinichi had long perfected the art of ignoring people.
The flicker of blue startled Kaito, as the detective looked up, focusing right on Kaito. Ignoring his rushing heart, the magician forced himself to act naturally, slowly moving his eyes from the detective to the giggling girls, before turning around. His act didn´t stop him from tensing inside, but only his years of training stopped him from freezing completely. He could still hear it, his father teaching him about the poker face.
For some minutes, he feared the consequences of his actions. If the detective still remembered him from the other day… he was certain his heart would not survive a close encounter with the detective. Kaito was still suffering from lack of Shinichium!
However, nothing happened, and as the train stopped, he quickly jumped out, giving up on attending his first class. The magician wasn´t sure what to feel. On one hand, it was good that the detective hadn´t noticed him, after all being called a creep by Shinichi would not be good for his heart. On other… he had wished to be noticed, if only because that way he would know that Kaito existed.
That said, feeling completely discouraged, the magician slowly made his way to his favorite coffee shop, dragging his feet as sadness took over. His brain was right; he was completely stupid.
Declaimer: I don´t own Detective Conan.
A/N: And here is the second! Still, was it that bad? Only one review... Hm... Anyway, enjoy :)
Shana-Fujioka: He is adorable, isn´t he? English is not my forte (then again language is not my forte, I´m better at science). Will be rereading once the whole story is finished. But if you notice any extremely horrible mistakes, feel free to PM me :) Thanks for reading.