Mikau: Greetings! Thanks so much for joining me again. For this fic, I'm going to try to keep the chapters short. I'm aiming for 500-1500 words per chapter; we'll see how long I can keep it up. I'm used to writing gigantic epics. Also, for anyone who didn't assume from the summary, this is going to be ConanxKaito KaitoxHakuba shounen-ai. Nothing graphic, but if you don't like boys flirting, this probably isn't the fic for you. For the rest of you, I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: If I owned it, Ran wouldn't still be waiting for Shinichi to return after fifteen years. Talk about dedication. I would have given up on him after maybe one or two, but FIFTEEN?

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Adrenaline Junkies and Coffee Addicts

Kaito was excited for his next heist. The last one, while amusing in some respects, had turned out to be a total flop. He'd gotten away without breaking a sweat while his would-be pursuers tripped over themselves and each other. No one had chased him. This heist would be better.

Tantei-kun would be in top form, and the rest would be eager for revenge.

Glitter did tend to get everywhere, after all.

He chuckled to himself, fitting the cape to his shoulders and then checking to make sure everything was in place.

Kaito smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Perfect.

He stepped out into the night, and the magician became the thief—who then became a cop as soon as he arrived on the scene in order to blend in with the taskforce.

Kid took the place of the young officer Morimoto and began to assist in setting up the barrier to keep his crazy fans back. He smiled as he noticed Keiko-chan and Aoko in the crowd.

The pigtailed girl was jumping up and down squealing—typical fangirl—while her best friend was waving an anti-Kid sign, screaming just as loudly.

The thief got into position as the countdown started, letting the smokescreen capsules drop when the second hand of his watch kissed the twelve. He made his way through the haze, grabbing the gem and perching on top of the case to gloat as shouts and curses flew about the room in all of the confusion.

"Excuse me, but I believe I'll be taking this off of your hands," Kid announced, and the chase began.

The taskforce and Nakamori-keibu were lost early on in the game, distracted by illusions, traps, and Kid dummies, but the Holmes freaks were hot on his tail. That was, until a stray tranquilizer dart got Hakuba instead of its intended target.

Conan cursed, hurdling over Saguru's body and continuing his pursuit.

Unfortunately for the boy detective, the kaitou had longer legs and was easily able to outrun his pesky rival. Kid dodged Gadget Boy's soccer-ball-o-doom and played to the crowd below for the better half of a minute. He allowed the smaller boy to catch up a bit before jumping off of the roof, sailing into the night as his fans cheered.

Our shrunken hero cursed loudly as he just missed grabbing the Kid's cape by an inch.

The damn thief had let Conan catch up on purpose just so that it would be all the more frustrating when the Moonlight Magician got away by a hair.

The pint-sized detective growled as he watched the white dot fade into the distance. He then went home to stew after alerting the other officers to Detective Hakuba's condition.

When Conan got close to the detective agency, he noticed what appeared to be a prostitute standing by the entrance.

"Hey cutie," the redhead called as he got closer. "How about we grab a cup of coffee together."

"I'm sorry, Oniisan, but my parents told me never to talk to strangers," Conan replied innocently. It was a lie, of course—neither Shinichi or Conan's parents had ever thought to give their son that warning—but the little detective didn't have the patience to deal with any more nonsense in one night.

"Do you always do what your parents tell you, Tantei-kun?" Kid chuckled, adjusting his mesh shirt so that it showed off more of his neck.

As if Conan needed to see more skin. The shirt was already mostly see-through. "No. Now go away."

"Aww, come on," the kaitou pouted, stepping into the small brunette's way. "I'll even let you put me in handcuffs. How's that sound?"

"Go away before I call the police and have you arrested," the shrimp snapped.

"On what charges?" Kid chuckled, smiling manically. "You have no proof that I've done anything illegal."

"Oh really?" Conan snorted. "Suspicion of prostitution and propositioning a minor should be enough to hold you overnight."

The redhead began to visibly sulk. "Man, Kudo. It's just a cup of coffee; lighten up." Kid stepped out of Conan's path and started to walk away.

"Wait!" someone called. It took the shrunken sleuth a minute to realize that it had been his own voice.

The thief-turned-clubber looked back over his shoulder. "Yes?"

"I…used to drink three cups of coffee a day before…you know. Now Ran won't let me have any because she says that it'll stunt my growth, so…" Conan looked pleadingly at his rival.

Kid smirked. "I suppose I could buy you some out of the goodness of my heart."

000

"Why did you come tonight?" The boy wearing glasses much too big for his face hesitantly asked as he got his java fix.

"I have a shota-complex." Kid grinned.

Conan nearly spit the precious liquid back into his cup as his cheeks went vermillion.

"Mom's new boyfriend is over for dinner, and I don't want to meet him," the mischievous teen revised.

"How old are you? Ten?" The grade-schooler rolled his eyes. "Don't you have any friends you can go bother?"

"Ironic," Kid hummed thoughtfully. "I never claimed that I wasn't childish, but, unfortunately, all those that I consider friends would not be happy to see me at the moment."

Aoko would still be fuming over her father's recent failure and embarrassment, and, as sad as it was to admit, Kaito didn't have anyone else. Sure, he was friendly with most everyone in his class, but those were superficial relationships. There was no one he could go to with his problems.

Conan raised an eyebrow at the exotic teen across the table, but he let the comment go. For some reason, it seemed the wrong time to pry. Instead he said, "So…I didn't get a chance to thank you for the other night. I was feeling pretty down, and you really helped me out." He blushed as he rambled slightly, finally finding the words he was looking for. "So, uh…thanks."

"No problem," the boy wearing too much eye makeup replied sincerely. "Though, as much as I did it for you, I did it for myself too. You make the heists interesting. Besides, I can't help but feel protective of my detectives."

The bespectacled boy's cheeks turned a slightly rosy color, and he looked down into his coffee mug. He composed himself and raised his head to tell the thief that he had no memory of ever belonging to anyone, but the phantom had disappeared once more.

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Mikau: It's supposed to be Doraemon, but I suppose it could be any old robot cat without ears. I don't think it's half bad. What do you think? (and about the chapter too since we're at it.) On a side note, if anyone cares, I ship KaitoxAnyone/Everyone (except the old people and Kazuha. For some reason, I just don't see KaitoxKazuha working out. They could probably be friends, though.) Also, I haven't eaten dinner yet. Tonight is curry. Over and out! Thanks for reading.