So the backstory here is that my cousin and I joke about stealing ice cream a lot. She requested a story in which Kaito steals some from Heiji, and I wrote the story labled 'version 1.' However, she had wanted one in which Heiji and Kaito were cousins, or at least friends. So I rewrote the end, and the result is…
Midnight Snacks: Version 2
Heiji stared.
"Uh…" The Kaitou Kid swallowed thickly, spoon still in his mouth. "Hi there, Hattori."
"Kuro—I mean K-K-Ki—Cuz!" Heiji stammered, scrambling to his feet. "What are you doing here?"
The Kid scooped another spoonful of ice cream from the carton. "Hiding from the police."
"At the Chief Inspector's house?"
"Last place they'd look," Kid shrugged. "Hey, where were you at the heist tonight? I was looking out for you."
"My dad wouldn't let me come," Heiji grumbled, eyeing the ice cream. "School night."
Kid snorted into the carton, then quickly covered it with a cough. "Ouch," he said sympathetically.
"Shut up! Did you just snort into the ice cream?"
"No."
"That's Kazuha's favorite flavor, idiot. She's going to kill you."
"You mean she's going to kill you," Kid said happily, spoon in his mouth. "Who'd believe that the Kaitou Kid broke into your house and blew his nose in your ice cream?"
Heiji sputtered incoherently. "O-Oi…"
"And anyway," the Kid said sagely, removing the spoon from his mouth and shaking it at Heiji like an admonishing finger, "you don't really have a healthy relationship with Kazuha-chan, do you?"
"Wh—What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Only that you don't really act like a normal couple."
"That's 'cause we aren't a couple."
"Kazuha thinks you are."
"What?"
"Yup." Kid scraped some ice cream off the lid of the carton. "After you took her to Tropical Land and passed up a murder mystery to spend the day with her, she thinks it's finally official."
"Official—she handcuffed me to her! I had no choice! Who told you this?"
"Aoko," said Kid. "She heard it from Kazuha-chan. And she's been giving me a lot of grief about it too. If I wasn't such a gentleman— I'd totally blame you."
Heiji swelled with fury—then sighed and plopped himself down at the kitchen table. "Hey, gimme some ice cream."
Kid pulled the carton away. "Dude, get your own."
Heiji raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Oh…" Kid looked from the ice cream to Heiji with wide, over-innocent blue eyes. He slowly removed the spoon from his mouth again.
"Bye!"
And he disappeared in a poof of smoke.
"H-Hey, wait! Kuroba! Gimme back Kazuha's—I mean my! Gimme back my ice cream! KUROBA!"
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