Magic Kaito is the possession of Aoyama Goshou. I'm not Aoyama Goshou. Therefore I don't own Magic Kaito.
Cornering the Market
"Yes."
"No!
"Yes."
"No!"
"YES."
"NO!"
Kudou Shinichi, alias Edogawa Conan, pint-sized Sherlock Holmes of the twentieth century, folded his arms across his chest and frowned at his argumentative opponent, the last magician of the century - that is, Kaitou Kid. He said: "You have to."
Kaitou Kid folded his arms. "I'm not going to.
"Oh, for crying out loud! It's the rules; what happened to being an honourable thief?"
"That doesn't apply to jail."
"Says who?"
"Says me."
Conan abandoned that method of persuasion and tried a different tack. "It's your own fault. If you hadn't cheated - "
"I didn't!"
The detective gave him a Look.
" ... Okay ... maybe just a little."
"You know, if Nakamori-keibu was here instead of me, he'd have your head on a platter. Besides, it's just jail - you'll be out in no time - so stop whining and take it like a man. I'm tired of waiting for my turn while you dither."
"Fine," said Kid, sulkily. He retrieved the tiny brass top hat from its position on GO TO JAIL and deposited it on the square marked IN JAIL. "Happy now?"
"Very," said Conan, throwing the dice. "Ooh, snake's eyes."
Finis
A/N: They're called "plunnies", aren't they? Those little furry things - like rabbits, only with teeth - that attack you with an idea for a ficlet early in the morning when you're in no condition to resist?
